At the beginning of the dawn, the stars are dotted, reflecting a soft light, making the mountains and rivers clothed with a layer of faint fluorescence. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the northern suburbs of Baoshan, a courtyard house with a brick structure and an area of about 1,000 square meters stands on the soil slope, which is holy and deserted at the moment.

An oil lamp flickered in a side room in the courtyard, and the faint luminosity illuminated the small space, vague but faintly visible.

"Shasha, click......" Yangguan disassembled and assembled the Mauser shell gun, and assembled two excellent products with five pieces.

The Mauser shell gun is commonly known as the box gun, fast and slow machine, the empty gun weighs 1.13 kg, the total length is 288 mm, the barrel is 140 mm, the use of 7.63 bullets, the rate of fire is 425 meters per second, the effective kill is 100 meters, the maximum firing range is 200 meters, the ammunition supply is 6, 10, 20 and 40 round magazines, and the V-scale sight.

Yang Guan had two contacts with the firearm, a total of about 30 hours, disassembling and analyzing the structure, this is the third time.

Wang Hongjie is fifty-four years old, but all his studies are innovative schools, studying in Japan and the United States, not conservative, and the defender of the last emperor.

Old China was like suffering from a terminal disease, stubborn, old-fashioned, and corrupt, which made people with lofty ideals feel painful, and Wang Hongjie still had it.

Yangguan was nurtured and polished by it, although the communication was dull and mentally retarded, but it did not affect a perseverance at all, and he memorized it by rote for more than ten years, and studied it completely in accordance with Wang Hongjie's worries.

Wang Hongjie, a doctor of guns and mechanics, silently lost his ambitions, endured humiliation, and awarded what he had learned to Yangguan and his daughter.

Yang Guan took over the theory of weapons and machinery, and at this moment, his mind was clear, countless thoughts flooded up, and his sense of urgency became more and more serious.

The bullying of foreign powers and the fall of the three eastern provinces are all topics of Wang Hongjie's teaching. He thought that he was powerless to return to the sky, and imposed his ambitions on Yangguan, Wang Yating was overwhelmed by the pressure and often deserted, and was not good at learning.

Fools have foolish blessings, maybe it is this truth, Yangguan eats books by himself during the day, listens to teachings at night, gets up early and goes to bed late, more than ten years like a day, and now he is out of the school.

"Zi Ling, don't follow me from now on, it's dangerous to kill the Japanese, stay and make a living!" Yangguan seeks a way out for the purple spirit dog.

"Whew!" Zi Ling shook his head, his eyes revealing determination.

"That's not good, when the time comes, the cannon will roar and the sky will be roared, and the death will be like a mustard, don't be ignorant!" Yangguan did not give in, tried to cut off all concerns, and hunted the Japanese wholeheartedly.

"Whew......" Zi Ling's opposition was even more intense.

"Little thing, you don't want to die? It's a big deal to slaughter a few more sheep for you and soak in the meat pile every day, how beautiful is it? "Yangguan coercion and temptation.

In the past, he was reluctant to kill sheep, but since he was sober and sober, the national shame and family hatred have been in his heart, and he is unrestrained in his blood, and he doesn't care about everything outside his body.

He knew that time was running out, and he didn't know how long he had been unconscious, and he had to hunt down Inukaiichiro and Han Qiming immediately, otherwise he would miss the opportunity.

Yangguan quietly returned to the courtyard, thinking that he could catch the thief and kill one by surprise, he never wanted to pounce on it, and even the dozen or so nursing homes in the past disappeared without a trace.

Therefore, Yangguan was even more anxious, and after eating and drinking, he began to prepare for a long journey, and could not tolerate the thieves escaping.

Yangguan is very clear, chasing dog Ichiro is like looking for a needle in a haystack, and the whereabouts of Japan's special high-tech are secretive, and there is no trace of it, so the only way to do it is to attack Han Qiming, and then go straight to Huanglong.

"Rustle, squeak..."Yang felt out the storage at the top of the brick wall of the wing, a certificate and a magatama.

Wang Hongjie told him thousands of times, proving that it is related to the life of a family with Magua, be sure to collect it carefully, and you can't say it to anyone!

"Okay, Ziling, let's go, don't blame me if you don't stay and die!" Yang Guan muttered.

"Rustle... "The moon is hidden and the stars are sparse, the cool breeze is blowing, and the night frogs chirp one after another, revealing a unique harmony of the night."

Yang Guan wore a black felt hat, covered his light brown hair, dressed in a blue-gray cloth shirt and loose trousers, and wore cloth shoes on his feet, and hurried forward with Zi Ling.

When he returned to pack his clothes, he found that his hair had changed color, so Yang Guan was annoyed for a while, and he couldn't find the reason, how did the authentic Chinese people turn into foreigners?

"Zi Ling, it's dangerous to go with me, your sense of smell is sharp, but the lethality is too weak, and you should hunt the Japanese with sharp teeth, do you hear?" Yang Guan made up his mind to train the shepherd dog to be a bloodthirsty hunting dog.

"Whew!" The purple spirit dog raised its head and chest, its four legs spun like a windmill, and answered its master with actions.

The northern suburbs of Baoshan are far away from Wusong, and Yangguan is forced to rush in the starry night, so he does not hesitate to block the thieves.

At this time, Yang Guan was full of energy, full of inexhaustible strength, and his physical fitness was so good that he was tongued, and he was suspected of being the cause of satiety.

Yangguan fled with Wang Hongjie to this place, and avoided in the northern suburbs of Baoshan all the year round, because of his amazing strength as a child, Han Qiming was also in school at that time, but he was injured countless times by Yangguan's gestures, so he held a grudge.

Since then, Wang Hongjie's family's food has been restricted, barely enough to eat, but for Yangguan is hunger and abuse.

As the saying goes, if there is a benefit, there must be a disadvantage, and the power of Yangguan is infinite, but the amount of food since childhood is comparable to that of five middle-aged men, so he is sixteen years old, and his body is both thin and short, which is unsightly.

Yangguan has been mentally retarded since he was a child, and his consumption is huge, and his nickname of cumbersome, rice bucket and idiot is no less than that of a shepherd, and he is not less despised and ridiculed, if it weren't for Wang Hongjie and his wife's frugality, he would have died a long time ago!

It was precisely because of the favor that Wang Yating couldn't get used to it, and after waking up, his emotions were out of control, and he was hungry, and he couldn't kneel in front of the grave of his teacher and his mother, and guilt and remorse made him give up everything.

Because of Han Qiming's obstruction, Yangguan has been in a state of hunger for more than ten years, branded with a small physique, and a thin appearance.

At this moment, Yang Guan has changed his normal, and his temperament has also changed, and his cheeks, which have been silly for more than ten years, are gone, although the smile is faint, but seriousness has the upper hand, but the slightly fair skin is not severe.

"Steamed buns, freshly released steamed buns......"

"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, little Japan intends to destroy our China, and Chairman Chiang will increase his troops......"

"Down with Japanese imperialism and against the ...... of the Great Powers"

"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, little Japan cleverly attacked Luding Bridge under the pretext ......"

Yangguan followed the map, galloped all the way through the starry night, and finally entered Wusong in the morning and dusk, sweating but stunned and dazzled.

Every street is full of people, the anti-Japanese wave is surging like a wave, inspiring people's hearts, gathering countless people, and the mountains and seas are endless.

If Yangguan hadn't been full of resentment and personal enmity, he would have joined in and become a part of waving the flag and shouting the War of Resistance, and he almost couldn't hold back and rushed forward several times!

The hearts of the people in the world are commendable, so with such concerted efforts and the unity of the army and the people, why worry that the Japanese will not be destroyed? The country is strong and the people are rich!

He inquired all the way with excitement, and only after an hour did he grope his way to the courtyard, and quietly came to Han Yongliang's other garden, trying to find out Han Qiming's whereabouts.

Yangguan inspected the high-walled compound, and six Biao-type guards guarded the courtyard, and it was not easy to investigate for a while, so he asked directly that he must have no drama and looked too shabby, what should I do?

"It's absolutely not okay to scare the grass and snakes, and you can't climb over the wall in broad daylight, it's not easy to do!" Yang Guan muttered quietly.

"Whew!" The purple spirit dog was not happy, and punished Yangguan through his clothes and pants.

"Hey, little thing, did you find something? What's the matter, I threw you in? Yang Guan raised his eyebrows and communicated tacitly.

After a while, Yangguan circled around the courtyard wall, and when he found a big tree next to the wall in the inner courtyard, he did not hesitate to throw the purple spirit dog up.

"Whew!" The purple spirit dog easily hugged the tree, and then slid down and disappeared.

Yang Guan clapped his hands, and returned to the front of the courtyard with a stagger, only to find that the purple spirit dog had come out, which made him confused for a while.

"Whew!" The purple greyhound raised its head and whispered, and then unleashed its sense of smell and took the lead in finding and moving forward.

Yangguan was speechless, Han Qiming was not at home, he was not there early in the morning, which made him feel uncertain, and a bad premonition hit his heart, and he followed closely.

The sun is scorching, the heat is hot, and it is extremely uncomfortable to bathe and walk on the streets.

"Di, Didi!" A jeep whistled to drive pedestrians away, and two Americans sat in the front row, shouting incessantly, extremely impatient.

"Ziling, come back, hitchhiker!" Yang Guan's eyes lit up, how could he waste his light brown hair, and immediately blocked in front of the car.

"Cake seller, my God, Mike, he's American?" Jimmy exclaimed.

"Oh, uh-huh, boy, report your name, no, there are no refugees in the United States, this is impossible!" Mike spread his hands out in disbelief.

"Hello Jackson Bush, how about a hitchhike?" Yang Guan used not very fluent English to communicate, adding a touch of hatred to the thinness caused by Han Qiming.

The so-called foreign country knows whether there is one, Yangguan easily got in the car, but was questioned by Ms. Jimmy, professional instinct, and the talent of a reporter was inevitable.

Yang Guan finally made up a set of white lies, and finally got through the trick, and with the purple spirit dog as a guide, he enjoyed a prestige and favor, which made Mike jealous.

"Oh, thank you, there is a closer road in the concession, little thing, your sense of smell is not very good, absolutely not!" Mike blames and targets the purple greyhound all the way.

"Mike, you're so cute when you're jealous, giggle!" Jimmy smiled.

"The enemy is missing, and I can't find it for a while, so it seems that the weapon needs to be improved first!" Yang Guan kept thinking.