Chapter 981 The stubborn old man, the monk who picked up the gun, and the scholar who threw away the book!

"Dear parents, your son greets you."

"Hiss~!" Long Wenjian and others stood aside, watching this scene with some embarrassment.

Especially Long Wenjian had a rough understanding of it. No wonder Meng Fanle had a big mouth. It was good enough that he didn't go crazy growing up in such a family environment. No wonder he didn't want to go home after serving in the army for five or six years.

What era is it now? Why do we still keep the bad habit of paying respects?
"It's over!" Mother Meng burst into tears and fainted from excitement.

When Long Wenjian and others saw this, they hurried forward to help Meng Mu up, pinched her Ren Zhong point, and she soon woke up.

"It's okay, he fainted from excitement!" Long Wenjian gave him a look.

"How shameful! How shameful!"

"You've been fighting and killing in the army for these years, and you don't even have the last bit of dignity left? Do you still have any manners?" Without saying a word, Meng's father scolded Meng Fanle who was kneeling on the ground.

Meng was annoyed and knelt on the ground without saying a word, just listening quietly to his father's scolding.

Perhaps because he hadn't heard his father's scolding for many years, Meng Fanle seemed unusually well-behaved and didn't even say a word of argument.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Father Meng finally got tired of scolding.

Long Wenjian interrupted at the right time: "Grandpa, we are here to take you to enjoy life." Then he repeated the reason for coming here.

"Let's go, there's no life here, and it's dead everywhere." This time, Father Meng was not stubborn, but nodded.

"However, I have a request!"

Long Wenjian was stunned, but still nodded and agreed: "You go ahead."

"Please come with me first." Father Meng sighed, then walked upstairs with his hands behind his back.

"I'm so annoyed. What's wrong with your father? Is he going to leave some treasure for you?" Long Wenjian asked curiously.

Meng Fanle shook his head and said, "We might be in trouble soon."

With doubts, Long Wenjian went to the second floor, but was completely dumbfounded. The entire second floor was full of books, many of which were rare copies. If they were kept for a few decades, they would be worth a lot of money.

"Sir, my last request is that you take all the books here away. I'm old and can't live without them." Father Meng said earnestly.

"Dad, it's already this time and you still treat these books like treasures." Meng Fanle was a little annoyed.

This is enemy-occupied territory. With so many books, each person has to carry at least 100 kilograms and march and fight. It's like traveling.

It's easy to cross a river, just wrap it in brown paper and let it float down the river, but what about running away? Who goes to war with a mountain on their back?
"Old man, we may not be able to take all those books of yours. Each of us is carrying dozens of kilograms of equipment, plus hundreds of kilograms of books. It's really difficult for us to handle it." Long Wenjian also had a headache.

"If you don't move, I won't leave, or I'd rather die!"

He just sat down there and started practicing calligraphy.

"Captain, if there is no other way, just knock this stubborn old man unconscious and then take him away." A team member suggested.

Meng Fanle immediately looked at him with an unfriendly expression. Although he was also unhappy about this, this was his biological father after all. He could criticize him alone, but not others.

"Young master dares to make a bet with you. When he wakes up, he will jump into the river for you. As long as he doesn't die, he will definitely come back to these books." Meng Fanle sneered.

"What's so special about these books?" Long Wenjian asked curiously.

He probably knew why the old man became the head of the village. A man who valued books more than his own life would definitely make all kinds of sacrifices for books.

"These books are from my Meng family's study." Meng Fanle said indifferently.

"What? You have so many books at home?" Long Wenjian was stunned. There were more books here than he had ever read in his life.

"This is just the beginning. These books are not even one percent of what is in my Meng family's study."

"What a pity! His family has fallen into poverty and this is all he has left. He sees it as more important than his own life." Meng Fanle said with some sadness.

"Stubborn old man." Long Wenjian muttered. He originally hated traitors, but after knowing the whole story, he didn't know what to say.

"I roughly know why he became the head of the village. It was for these books. He didn't want the inheritance of the Meng family to end in his hands." Meng closed his eyes in pain.

"Captain, I remember that we hid the motorcycles on the way here. There were twenty-one of them. We should be able to take these books away with them." At this time, another team member spoke up.

"Damn, why didn't you say it earlier?" Long Wenjian hit him angrily, then said to Meng's father.

"Old man, we will take your books away for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the guard at the door rushed in and reported:

"Captain, I've been here for a few days."

"So fast?" Long Wenjian was stunned and asked in surprise.

"It should be the patrol team. They patrol at this time every day." Father Meng put down the brush and said casually.

"Captain, what should we do? They're coming towards us."

"What else can we do? Kill them." Long Wenjian said with sharp eyes.

"Everyone hide in the inner room, we will finish this little trick soon!" Long Wenjian gave an order, and everyone found a place to hide.

Fortunately, the yard where Meng's father lived was quite large, with various rooms for them to hide.

After a while, five or six Japanese soldiers came in with guns.

"Is anyone there?" Xiao Rizi, who had just walked in, shouted in Japanese in the yard, but there was no response.

A few suspicious soldiers walked into the inner room. After all, this was the chief's home, but there was no movement at all, which made them feel very strange.

At this time, Long Wenjian was holding a bayonet in his hand, pointing it at the door.

“Crunch, squeak~!”

The door was pushed open, a rifle with a bayonet was thrust in, and then another young man entered the room.

Long Wenjian and Meng Fanle looked at each other, and they both rushed towards Xiao Rizi at the same time.

"Pfft~!"

"Pfft~!"

With a crisp sound, Long Wenjian's saber pierced through the chests of the two ruffians. Blood spurted out from the pierced hearts, and the blood splattered all over Meng Fanle's face next to him.

Seeing this, Meng Fanle rushed directly towards the other guy. Without saying a word, he pinched the other's neck tightly and thrust into his kidneys continuously.

Xiao Ri, who was being strangled by the neck, hadn't reacted yet. He just felt breathing becoming increasingly difficult. He wanted to resist, but then he fell to the ground.

Father Meng sat on the chair, still writing furiously, glancing at his son who was trying his best to kill his life.

Looking at his son who had been well-read in the books of sages since childhood, Father Meng didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only continue to practice calligraphy with his head down.

The criminals in the other rooms were also killed, but one of them was not completely dead and pulled the trigger before he died.

"boom!"

At the entrance of the village, half of the squad heard the gunshots and immediately formed a semicircular encirclement and rushed towards this side.

"Captain, good days are coming." A team member said hurriedly.

"Are you so inefficient in doing things?" Long Wenjian said unhappily.

"I'm sorry, Captain. I didn't expect that Xiao Zi would pull the trigger before dying." The team member bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

"Okay, be careful next time. Don't hesitate. It's best to give it one more blow. I've told you so many times." Long Wenjian said unhappily.

"Leave two people to help pack the books, and the others can follow me through the back door to have fun." Long Wenjian glanced at Meng Fanle and said.

"Yes, captain." Another team member immediately followed Meng's father to start packing the books, while Meng Fanle and Long Wenjian rushed out from the back door, stuck to the wall, and slowly moved towards the children.

When he reached the wall, Long Wenjian cautiously showed his head.

"boom!"

A bullet almost blew his head off, and Long Wenjian shrank back in fear.

"Damn it, there are only two Type 99 rifles and the rest are Type 38 rifles. There are no grenade launchers or mortars." Long Wenjian breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that this is indeed a patrol team going about their daily lives. If it were a normal marching team, they would definitely be equipped with mortars.

"Kill them!"

The number of people in Long Wenjian's group is not much different from Xiao Rizi's, but their weapons are much more advanced than Xiao Rizi's.

"Throw the grenade and eat the food with it!" Long Wenjian yelled.

Meng Fanle responded, took out a grenade, and threw more than 20 grenades out with others.

“Boom~Boom~Boom…!”

Suddenly, there was a violent explosion, and more than 30 people were blown to pieces.

Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, Long Wenjian rushed out and frantically pulled the trigger towards his life.

"Da da da da~!" The M14 fully automatic rifle had extremely fierce firepower. The bullets swept towards Xiao Rizi like dense raindrops. Xiao Rizi, who was responsible for this section of the road, was directly shot into a sieve and fell on the spot.

"Go ahead and kill them." Long Wenjian shouted.

As a result, at the next intersection, they were crushed by Xiao Ri's two crooked-handled motorcycles and could not even raise their heads.

"Fuck, this little guy's firepower is quite strong." Long Wenjian stretched out his gun and fired a few shots, but it was to no avail. Little Rizi was still suppressing them.

"There's a machine gunner lying on the old locust tree." Meng Fanle took the time to glance over. On the old locust tree, there was a machine gun position where only the muzzle could be seen but not the person, and there was flames.

In this kind of position, let alone showing your head, you dare not even breathe.

"Do you want a sniper rifle?" Meng Fan asked subconsciously.

"Nonsense, if you don't set up a sniper rifle, are you just waiting to die?" Long Wenjian said angrily.

Just when Long Wenjian was thinking about how to deal with the machine gun position, bursts of gunfire suddenly came from the side.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The sound of gunfire didn't sound like it came from them.

"Old sleeve? And the Hanyang-made one?"

"No, there is also a Zhongzheng rifle. Hey, why is there the sound of a bird gun?"

Long Wenjian was a man of broad knowledge, and he could naturally tell the origins of the guns by listening to the sound of the gunshots.

The little ones were caught off guard and fell to the ground one by one.

"Reinforcements?" Long Wenjian muttered.

"That should be the case, but this support army is a bit poor, they even took out the old sleeves!" Meng Fanle said.

Suddenly, a group of soldiers in tattered clothes appeared from the side and were shooting at Xiao Rizi madly.

Looking more closely, their weapons are varied.

Most of them are the Hanyang-made and old-style rifles mentioned by Si La Si La, and occasionally there are also Zhongzheng rifles and Type 38 rifles.

"Amitabha, all donors, please give way."

Suddenly, a Buddhist chant was heard behind Long Wenjian and others.

Long Wenjian and Meng Fanle turned around and were immediately stunned.

A bald monk in a monk's robe, carrying a heavy sack, held a homemade grenade filled with black powder in his hand. He lit the fuse and threw it towards the little girl living under the old locust tree.

"Hisssssss~!"

The fuse burned out but there was no explosion. The little monk on the old locust tree was dumbfounded. He didn't know what the old monk was trying to do.

There was some short circuit in his brain. Why would a monk appear on the battlefield?

As a result, the second grenade was thrown over, but it still did not explode.

The soldier was even more confused. He stared at the monk blankly, hesitating whether to pull the trigger.

As a result, another grenade was thrown, and this time the soldier stuck his head out as if insulted.

"boom!"

There was an explosion, and the guy was not killed, but was knocked unconscious by the shock wave.

"Kill!" Long Wenjian and Meng Fanle took the opportunity to rush out. While Xiao Rizi hadn't reacted, they crazily shot at Xiao Rizi in front of them.

Suddenly, another six or seven young soldiers were knocked down.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the corner of Meng Fanle's eyes. It was a man with long fluttering hair. He was kicking a rifle that he had found from somewhere and trying hard to pull the rifle.

"Are you looking for death? Come here and lie down." Looking at the man in front of him, Meng yelled in annoyance.

"Scholar?" Meng Fanle asked in surprise when he saw the other party jogging towards him.

"Well, I found my faith, and I also have a gun of my own." The scholar was trying hard to pull the bolt, but it didn't work. However, he was still very excited.

Meng Fanle looked at him with disgust. He had no idea what was wrong with this guy in front of him.

"Do you know him?" Long Wenjian asked when he had time.

"I don't know him, he should be a scholar. Didn't our brigade commander say that all scholars should be taken away? From the looks of it, he looks like a college student at least, and he can be much more useful than us." Meng Fanle said.

Hearing this, Long Wenjian took another look at the scholar, shook his head and said, "There's something wrong with this guy."

"What's wrong?" Meng Fanle asked in surprise. He felt that this man just had a strong scholarly air, nothing else.

"Over there." Long Wenjian said without further ado, pointing to the north.

Meng Fan's face suddenly changed, and he felt a little regretful, but the other party did look like a college student.

"Oh my, your gun can be thrown into a museum. It jammed after firing one shot. Why don't you rush forward with a machete?" Meng was annoyed as he saw the other party still pulling the bolt and couldn't help but teasing him.

Seeing that the other party had not finished yet, Meng Fanle directly helped him to remove the jammed bullet.

"Monk, can you still use this gun?" Long Wenjian couldn't help but ask when he saw the monk take out the bird gun from his back.

"Amitabha, my Buddhist name is Shihang. It is fate that we can meet today..."

"Although the gun is old, it is a good gun as long as it can kill a criminal." Shihang said as he aimed at a criminal and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" A young man fell to the ground.

Long Wenjian gave him a thumbs up: "Awesome!"

"Amitabha!" After saying this, the old monk continued to load gunpowder and fire.

"Monk, here you go." Long Wenjian picked up a Type 38 rifle and threw it to him, but Monk Shihang refused to take it.

"Thank you, that's enough." Shihang smiled kindly and pointed at his knapsack.

"What are you pretending to be?" Long Wenjian asked curiously.

"The front is filled with scriptures, the back is filled with dry food, and now all of them are filled with gunpowder." As he said this, Monk Shihang showed murderous intent on his face and turned into an angry Vajra.

Long Wenjian opened his mouth but didn't say anything. Meng Fanle, who was always arguing with others, also chose to shut up. This damn chaotic world has forced monks to come down the mountain and live a miserable life.

"Hurry up and solve all the daily problems!" Long Wenjian thought for a while and said to Meng Fanle.

The following battle became much simpler. Without the suppression of the machine guns, the firepower of the Xiao Rizi was no match for Lao A. In less than five minutes, all the Xiao Rizi who entered the town were wiped out.

"I respect those of you who have been to school. I only know two characters that are similar to the characters for a shoulder pole."

"You should learn to tie your leggings yourself. If I get skinned alive by Xiaori someday, what will you do?"

An equally young guerrilla fighter spoke as he patiently tied the scholar's leggings.

After tying his leggings, he smiled and patted his shoulder.

The bookworm also kept grinning foolishly, while the others looked like fools, busy wiping the Type 38 rifles they had picked up.

"We really should take a look at them!"

"I thought I was cannon fodder before, but it turns out that they are the real cannon fodder."

"The Type 38 rifle that we despise turns out to be a treasure to others."

"In theory, our Sichuan Army is the one who is raised by a stepmother, but compared to them, I think they are probably concubines, no, not even maids~."

Meng Anle sat on the ground, looking at the guerrillas in tattered clothes who looked no different from bandits, and said helplessly.

Hearing this, Long Wenjian looked at Meng Fanle in surprise and said, "Fanle, your idea is not good. It will cause trouble."

"No, I just sighed. After all, they are considered a ragtag army!"

To be honest, they were lucky to have met a generous and capable leader like Lin Hao, otherwise they might not have done better than this group of guerrillas.

Meng Fanle felt a little emotional. These poor guerrillas actually helped them to make a living, and they didn't say anything afterwards, but just picked up the rags that they looked down upon.

Halfway through, someone came over and asked if he wanted to give it to you in half.

Meng was annoyed and shook his head to refuse. They had a lot of these broken weapons in the warehouse, and no one used them at all.

"Amitabha, brothers of the expeditionary force, why are you here?" Monk Shihang suddenly stood up, performed a Buddhist salute, and asked respectfully.

"Yes, everything west of Nujiang has fallen, and only we are left to fight. What are you doing here? Are you going to fight back?" Another guerrilla leader couldn't help but say.

"Our troops have been fighting here all the time. This time they are here to scout the situation. It won't be long before we launch an attack here." Long Wenjian took over and said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Monk Shihang and a few others were all surprised.

"You have been fighting here all the time? How is that possible? Are you from the Sichuan Army? Haven't you already retreated to the east of Nujiang River?" Monk Shihang asked with some confusion.