C397 Guotou Village (2/2)
This bunch of commoners really do whatever they want to do. Everyone lives according to their habits, and you say that six in the morning is time for breakfast? But there must be people who are hungry at five, and there must be people who are still awake at seven.
You say that this is the war period, so try to eat the dry food sent from behind so that you can fire less? However, there would always be people who would secretly go to the seaside to fish for the two delicious Groper Fish.
You can't fight, you can't scold, they just see the soldier, they promise you the most delicious one, you have to eat it.
Many young and strong men also had the habit of secretly drinking and gambling. If you catch them red-handed, they won't be afraid of you, but rather, they will point at the sea and talk back to you. ”There are no enemies here, so don't worry, once the enemy appears, if we drink and gamble again, you'll kill us!”
Would Chu Zhao be able to kill these commoners? These people had never received any military training, so even shooting would take place over the course of these three days. If there weren't any accidents during this period of time, then it would be considered as Chu Zhao's appearance.
The chaos had only abated a little this morning. When the Naha Harbor rang out with their shrill war horns and the shore defense cannons began to rumble, these robust men finally realized that the war was coming. All of them hid in their hiding places with pale faces, no longer daring to cause a ruckus.
However, Chu Zhao and the others did not last long because at that time, when the needles were pointing to eleven o'clock in the morning, the young warriors who had listened to the sounds of the cannons the whole morning could no longer sit still.
”Sigh, fellow townsman …” They had been firing cannons for the entire morning and the explosions had not stopped. However, they hadn't discovered the enemy on the island? Do you still have a head left after this? ”
”That's right, I just went to that Ba a few days ago. The shade of the mountains nearby has become a refuge. Where there are tents and grass sheds everywhere, they all say that once the war starts, the entire city will be evacuated …”
”That's right, I've also seen that refuge … How much do you think this round trip will cost? I heard that the biggest cannon emplacement in the Shouli City costs a thousand taels of silver just to fire a cannon ball! ”
”Aiyo, mom!” He hadn't been able to create a silver mountain for a long time? Hi... ”Those are the worries of the big figures. Let's think about what happened during lunch today. The moment we fired our cannons in the morning, my breakfast was already messed up. Fuck, I starved to death …”
As soon as the topic of hunger was mentioned, the group of people began to rub their stomachs. A few of them had the guts to lie on the window and look out at the sea, ”There's nothing here, there's nothing here on the sea!” Why don't we get some dried fish to eat? ”I remember there's still a bit of it left in the room …”
Not long later, smoke began to rise from the thatched cottage that they were hiding in. The brothers had actually started roasting fish to eat.
”What are you doing? What are you guys doing? ”I don't want to live anymore …” With a splash, the bonfire that had just lit up was extinguished. The furious Luo Houzi pointed at them and started cursing.
”It's you guys again! We were drinking alcohol last night, but today you're secretly roasting fish! Are you fools? The French are already on their way, aren't you pointing the gun at the enemy? ”You all don't want to live anymore, don't drag everyone down …”
Luo Houzi was Chu Zhao's assistant, the vice company leaders had scolded a few citizens, of course they did not dare talk back, but they could not avoid mumbling.
”It's been an entire morning, and there's still no sign of the large nose or foreigner? ”This is the head of the country, an extremely poor place. This village isn't even worth a single round of ammunition …”
”That's right, you, Luo Houzi, are the foster son of the Boss Mi. ”We can't do that, we have three sweet potato dumplings a day, if you have the ability then give it a try?”
Luo Houzi was so angry that his nose was crooked. In his dreams, even if he wanted to be a foster son, he would have to follow Bing Tai's example. A Japanese good-for-nothing gambler would become the Prime Minister's foster son just because she reported a piece of news. This made Luo Houzi incomparably jealous.
The godfather that Luo Houzi had been ridiculed by was the Boss Mi that Xiao Letian had personally saved his life when he was at the time of the Tyrant Blood Battle. The number one grain merchant in the entire Kingdom of Qing, who brought his wife and daughter along, had almost been killed by the Japanese Rangers at that time.
After that, the entire family and the little fellow followed Xiao Letian for the entire night, and they had experienced the entire process of Ba Ping's chaos. This, of course, included the scene of Xiao Letian recognizing a husband as his son and bestowing his surname upon them. It was also from that moment onwards that wild grass grew crazily in Luo Houzi's heart. He never thought that the lousy gambler Bing Tai Lang would be able to become the son of the Mr. Xiao, what was he younger than Bing Tai? Why couldn't he make a name for himself?
And it was precisely because of this that Luo Houzi rejected the Boss Mi's request to be his son after the end of the war, and decisively joined the new army, and even relied on his own hard work for over a year to actually become a vice Company Commander.
Luo Houzi's status was too high, and what he hated the most was people laughing at him about past matters, but the commoners in front of him actually dared to mention such a thing today. This made him extremely angry.
”What did you say?” Say that again if you dare! ”