The train is like a giant dragon, spitting black smoke and white vapor on the green fields of the northeast, accompanied by a sonorous and powerful clang, the moving wheel of the force is rotating rapidly, and the connecting rod is doing reciprocating motion. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Huo Xiaoshan and the three of them happened to be the same as other passengers at this time, and they sat safely in the carriage.

Because the tricky young man didn't know whether he had delayed the time intentionally or unintentionally, under the severe urging of the devil Shaozuo, the puppet army's inspection of the passengers behind before getting on the bus was in a big form.

The puppet army did not check Huo Xiaoshan's fake spirit cards and urns, nor did they ask Huo Xiaoshan to open the baggage he was carrying, which could contain a long box-shaped flying wing crossbow and a large pile of food to be eaten on the train.

Maybe in that devil's Shaozuo's opinion, everyone has already checked when they enter the station, so there is no need to bother twice.

The setting of the seats on the train is no different from that of decades later, they are all back-to-back long wooden chairs, but the back of the chair is much shorter, Li Bangmao sits on the seat next to the window, Murong Pei sits in the middle, and Huo Xiaoshan sits on the side.

Across the shabby wooden table sat a pair of grandfathers and grandchildren, and next to them sat the young man who was playing tricks.

It is not surprising that there was little talk in the carriage during the first period of driving, and whoever sat in such a carriage would also be oppressed by the environment: on the seats next to the doors at each end sat an RB soldier, and the shining bayonets on the 38 guns in his hands seemed to be stained with the blood of the long journey to China.

And just before getting on the train, when more than 200 passengers crossed the long overpass under the "accompaniment" of the puppet army devils, they found that the train they were going to get on in front of them was a true train, but there were only two passenger cars, and there were closed freight cars behind them.

Looking at the devil puppet army with real guns and ammunition, that vigilant demeanor like facing the enemy, even with the back of his head, he can think that eighty percent of the stuffy tanker in the back is munitions, if once the Anti-Union has the idea of blowing up the train, then what about them, the passengers, aren't they like being tied to a huge unscheduled bomb that may explode at any time, and they may "bang" at any time to meet with the king of Hades, who can be happy in this situation?

And the fact is just as the passengers guessed, the stuffy tank car behind the train is filled with munitions!

Some time ago, a military train was bombed by the Anti-United Nations on the way, and all the devils on the train were killed!

So the devil's upper-level thinkers adopted such a trick, hanging the carriages of ordinary passengers with the locomotive, and then hanging columns of arms behind them. whereas

At the same time, for the sake of safety, not only were Japanese escort cars placed in the munitions carriages, but also a few devils were placed in the passenger compartments, and plainclothes teams were placed among ordinary passengers. Perhaps in the eyes of the upper echelons of the devils, this will be foolproof for the arms train.

However, this method has also been questioned and resisted by the Japanese army, and the grumpy devil Shaozo who was responsible for escorting the train is an example, in his opinion, the lives of the civilians in China are not to be regretted, but this practice of relying on civilians to protect the safety of arms is an insult to the soldiers of the Great RB Empire who advocate the spirit of samurai!

The dull atmosphere on the train was broken by nearly noon.

"Grandpa, don't drink, my dad said he wouldn't let you drink on the train." Amid the clanging of the train as if it would never stop, a child's crisp voice said.

This child was the eleven or twelve-year-old boy sitting opposite Huo Xiaoshan, the child was neatly dressed, and his immature face showed a look of concern for the old man.

"Just a small bite, just a small bite." The old man looked at his grandson lovingly, his mouth was snorting, and he picked up the copper wine jug in front of him again, and took another sip with his neck tilted.

The old man had been holding the flask in his hand since he got into the car, and he took a sip from time to time, and there was a piece of paper on the wooden table, on which were some fried peanuts.

The old man's face was already red, in stark contrast to his snow-white well-repaired beard, and there was already a slight drunkenness in his eyes.

"Grandpa, don't drink it, my dad said that drinking too much wine is not good for your health." The boy persuaded again.

"Oh." The old man listened to the child's words, but finally did not put down the wine jug in his hand, glanced at the head of the front carriage with drunken eyes, but shook his head and chanted in his mouth: "I have learned Tang and Song Fu since I was a child, and I have always chanted long songs and short songs. ”

This old man is still a person who reads poetry and books, and he sings those two lines of poetry in a subdued tone!

The three people on Huo Xiaoshan's side, including the young man sitting on the side, all looked at this outstanding old man with great interest.

The old man lightly twisted his snow-white beard and groaned again: "Now the clouds and haze cover the sun and the moon, only this thing is the most worry-relieving."

After these two sentences were sung, the listeners were shocked, and these sentences had a tendency to allude to the current situation.

The old man's hand was quick, but when his hand fell to the bottom, he grabbed the flask on the table, tilted his neck and took a sip.

"Grandpa, you're going to get drunk!" The boy hurried to stop it.

At this time, the old man no longer paid attention to the persuasion of his favorite grandson, his voice was much higher, and his voice was already full of grievances, and he could only hear him chant loudly: "Martial arts have never been peaceful in the world, and it is useless to be a scholar." If there is a three-foot dragon spring, why not be afraid of clowns disturbing Qingping! ”

The voice of these four poems gradually rose, and finally the seven words "why not be afraid of clowns disturbing Qingping" seemed to be full of sonorous sound of gold and iron, and smashed directly on the floor of the train, and the clanging sound of the train was smashed in an instant, and only his two lines of poetry seemed to be echoing in the whole carriage "If there is a three-foot dragon spring, why not be afraid of clowns disturbing Qingping!" ”

For a while, the carriage, which had just been talking in a whisper, fell silent, and the expressions of the people in the carriage were different.

Some people who didn't understand stood up and looked at this side, with a look of confusion on their faces.

Some glanced up and sat down hurriedly, as if they hadn't heard anything and nothing had happened.

Some stood up, glanced at the old man first, and then turned their eyes to the devils sitting with guns at both ends of the carriage, but their eyes showed a look of resentment that could not be concealed.

Three men in blue-gray top hats stood up suddenly, and one of them involuntarily touched his waist, but was held down by the hand next to him, whispered, and the three sat down again.

When the old man was chanting poetry, the young man sitting in the row of seats with him had the usual smile on his face when he walked through the rivers and lakes, and he had already stood up, but his eyes were like lightning looking left and right, and he could see the expressions and movements of the people he could see.

When he retracted his eyes and saw Huo Xiaoshan on the opposite side, he saw that this young man didn't seem to hear anything, lowered his eyes, and still stroked the spirit tablet in his hand, while the yellow-faced young man's hand beside him was pinched on the arm of this tall young man, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

The carriage was full of this child, and the young man said secretly in his heart, and sat down again.

"Old man, where are you going?" This homely word was asked by Li Bangmal, and he didn't want this old man to say anything earth-shattering and cause trouble to their grandfather and grandson.

"What does he say?" At the end of the carriage, the devil Shao Zuo, who was in charge of escorting the car, had already inspected at some point, and when he entered the carriage, he happened to hear the old man's loud chanting, and he was about to walk to the seat on Huo Xiaoshan's side!

"Taijun, he makes poems!" A man stood up and met the young man, only to see him hunched over his waist and a flattering smile on his face, the man in his thirties with a big beard, but he was the one who got into the car with a big bag and a small wrap.

"Poetry? What drops work? "That devil Shaozuo has been in China for a few years, and he can understand most of the Chinese dialect.

"Yes, Taijun, to make poetry is to make poetry." The man was still talking to the devil with an expression that only a traitor would have, although he could guess that he didn't know how many people were scolding his ancestors in his heart on the train.

"What did he say?" Na Shaozo then asked.

"He sang praises for the imperial army, he said, 'If there is a three-foot dragon spring, I am willing to seek peace with the imperial army'" The man still looked like a traitor, but his mouth did not run and said the poem that he changed a few words very smoothly.

"Yo Xi!" When Shaozo heard this person say this, he laughed out loud.

"Taijun, the little one has wine and roast chicken here, do you want to be a good old man?" If it weren't for the fact that he saved the old man just now, no one would suspect that he was a complete traitor!

"Yo Si! That old man's good people are dripping, your good people are dripping! "That devil Shaozuo counted the old man today to see two Shunmin in a row, and he was very happy, so he really took off the oriental knife on his waist and handed it to the devil soldier who followed behind him, and he really wanted to sit with that person and drink wine and eat chicken!

His action frightened the traveler next to the man's seat to make way in a panic, and no ordinary people dared to sit with this plague god!

Everyone thought that the bearded man would betray the old man to the RB people, but they never thought that this seemingly treacherous man would quietly disappear the old man's misfortune.

In the face of his public cover up for the old man, the people in the car were still silent, but if they could see what everyone was thinking, the passengers on the car would be divided into two groups.

One faction is naturally glad for the old man, thinking that this person is wrong, this is bullying RB people who don't understand Chinese!

There are only three people in the other faction, that is, the plainclothes team who stood up just now and wanted to ask for guilt, they had been strictly ordered not to reveal their identities before getting on the train, so they stood up and sat down again, thinking in their hearts, when the train arrives in Mukden, Lao Tzu will clean up this old man again, and this bastard who dares to fool the big RB imperial army!

Looking at the scene in front of him, the young man sitting opposite Huo Xiaoshan had a look on his face as if he hadn't seen anything, but he was secretly thinking about it in his heart.