After searching the last corpse, Luo Fugui finally sat down on the ground, looking helplessly at the stack of banknotes in his hand, looking listless.
After Su Qing's introduction and the explanation of the supply department, he knew that the banknotes in his hand were all counterfeit, but they were also money. The problem was that these counterfeit coins could only be spent here. They would be useless when he returned home. It was really frustrating! He couldn't help but sit on the ground with his mouth wide open and cursed: "Damn it, these traitors are bastards. They didn't even leave me any memories when I died. They were all counterfeit coins!"
Xiao Hongying sat on the ground, with more than a dozen Mauser pistols piled in front of her. Her delicate hands were busy quickly, ejecting the bullets from the guns, which fell directly into the satchel on the ground. She glanced at Luo Fugui who was sighing and said, "You stupid mule, can you do something useful? Come here quickly and carry all the empty guns."
"I run so far and suffer so much just to get a handful of waste paper. What's the point? I don't care, let the fool carry it!" Luo Fugui said while sitting on the ground motionless.
Xiao Hongying's braids shook: "Oh my, you are still in a bad mood? Believe it or not, I will lie on the ground and cry, and tell the fox that you bullied me? I promise that I will cry my heart out for you!"
"You stupid girl, do you still have any conscience? Who carried you on the road? Who supported you during the democracy? Now that I'm like this, do you have the nerve to attack me again?"
Chuck, chuck—Xiao Hongying laughed at Luo Fugui's ugly face: "I was just teasing you, look how scared you are. You don't even believe me when I say you are a stupid mule. There are so many things lying on the ground, I don't believe that I can't scrape out a single valuable item!"
Luo Fugui rolled his eyes in annoyance: "You wicked thing, you are talking without any pain in your waist, do you think I can't count? I didn't leave out a single one, let alone pockets, I even checked my pants, there is nothing left, except counterfeit coins."
Xiao Hongying cleaned the last magazine, tied up the bag, clapped her hands in satisfaction, and then said to Luo Fugui calmly: "Stupid bear, let me ask you, have you seen their mouths?"
Luo Fugui's eyes widened: "It's so scary, why should I look at a dead person's mouth?"
"Then it's none of my business. You can look at it or not." Then Xiao Hongying put the bag on her back and shouted to Wu Shitou, "Fool, come here and tie up these guns and carry them on your back. Also, this gun is for you." She no longer paid attention to Luo Fugui.
The temptation of profit and the unwillingness of having no gains finally overcame the rejection in his heart. Luo Fugui pulled out the bayonet that he had never used before, and looked at the sharp edge that was shining with cold light in front of his eyes for a while, and finally stood up and walked towards the corpse again.
God helps those who work hard. Luo Fugui finally squatted down beside the head of a corpse and stared intently at the lip that he had torn apart. The light was not clear, but in Luo Fugui's eyes it was bright and golden, a gold tooth.
There was no need to worry about many things, this was gold, this was real wealth. Luo Fugui's wrinkled nose finally relaxed, his eyes sparkled, and he tried to get the gold tooth off in a hurry, but he had no experience and didn't know how to do it, so he raised the knife handle and smashed it down in a hurry.
Snap—a black hole appeared between the two rows of teeth. The gold tooth did fall out, but it fell into the throat. Luo Fugui was so anxious that his forehead was full of sweat. He didn't care anymore. He stretched out his big hand and forcefully pried open the teeth that were originally closed. He then freed up one hand and wanted to reach into the mouth to feel around. He tried several times but failed because his hand was too big to fit in.
"Damn it, I don't believe it!" Luo Fugui rolled up his sleeves and exerted force with his arms. Snap - the force was so great that the lower jaw in his hands was ripped off. The flesh from the corner of the mouth to under the ear was torn open, revealing an exaggerated bloody hole.
"This time I'll see where you can hide!" The big hand reached in without hesitation, and the blood-stained fingertips touched the gold tooth, but failed to clamp it, and instead pushed the gold tooth into the throat. Luo Fugui was almost mad, and he reached out and picked up the bayonet next to him, and then there was a bloody storm.
The owner of this corpse would never have expected that the golden teeth that made him so powerful in life would make him lose his body after death. The head had been separated from the body, and the entire neck was shattered by the messy blade. Not far away, there was also a torn and discarded lower jaw.
Hehehe… Luo Fugui, who was sweating profusely, put his bloody hand in front of his eyes, carefully looked at the bright gold between his fingers, and revealed an incomparably happy smile.
"Are you done?" Hu Yi's voice suddenly sounded behind Luo Fugui.
Luo Fugui's hand trembled and he almost dropped his gold tooth. He turned around hastily and found Hu Yi standing behind him. He couldn't help but say, "It's done. It's done."
"Then pack up quickly and leave. We'll be waiting for you!" After saying this expressionlessly, Hu Yi turned around and left...
They couldn't stay near the grove, as someone would surely come later. It was almost daybreak, and it wasn't a good idea to return to the fork in the road as they had come. Passing through the village might expose their whereabouts, so Hu Yi led Squad Nine northward, until they reached a distance they considered safe, and then stopped by a creek with dense bushes. They decided to hide here until dark, and then retreat.
The lazy morning sun finally showed half of its face on the horizon, inlaying a brilliant golden edge on the flowing clouds in the sky, making the fields magnificent and the waves sparkling.
He washed his face with the cold river water, chewed a few mouthfuls of dry food, and told Ma Liang and Liu Jianqiang to change guards, mainly to monitor the south, while the rest of them rested and slept. After Hu Yi finished the arrangements, he walked alone along the river bank, walked a distance downstream, unbuttoned his pants, and began to release water.
Crack—a slight breaking sound came from behind the bushes nearby. The sound was not loud, but Hu Yi, who was peeing, heard it. His head tightened at the sound, but he did not show it. He pretended to be ignorant and finished the work, then tied his trousers and walked back in square steps.
After passing through a bush, Hu Yi immediately bent down and moved horizontally to the location of the sound. He did not draw his pistol, but drew his bayonet, because Hu Yi did not want to be forced to move again in broad daylight. The sound just now was obviously the breaking of dead branches, perhaps caused by trampling, or perhaps caused by scraping; there must be something moving in the bush, perhaps an animal, or perhaps a person!
Having already circled back to the rear of the sound, Hu Yi lowered his body, moved slower, made his steps lighter, pricked up his ears and squinted his eyes, finally turning himself into a fox, taking one small step after another, calculating the distance to his prey.
Gradually, I saw the back of a person squatting among the branches, and gradually I could see the bun on the target's head, and the tip of the knife was pointing directly at the target's back.
"Don't look back! Don't talk! Now stand up slowly and put your hands behind your head! I won't say it again!" Hu Yi's command was very calm, his voice was very low, his speech speed was very slow, every word was very clear, and it carried an unquestionable sense of sharpness.
He was wearing a dirty and old woman's outfit, and was the same height as Hu Yi. He didn't need to turn around for Hu Yi to know who he was. When he stood up completely, Hu Yi's arm went around his neck from behind, and the sharp edge of the bayonet was stuck across his throat. This action made Hu Yi feel that the person in front of him trembled slightly. I didn't expect him to be here. It was obvious that he had been following him. He should have started following him after questioning him on the road, and has been following him until now.
The woman with her back to Hu Yi seemed to know who was behind her. She had heard this voice once before on the roadside before dawn and had not forgotten it. So she hesitated and asked, "Are you the Eighth Route Army?"
Hu Yi knew, of course, that this attire and appearance were definitely not his true appearance. Even his voice did not match that of an old woman in her forties or fifties, as it had a rustling feeling.
"It doesn't matter who we are. What matters is that you shouldn't know! Originally I could treat you as a stranger, but now, I'm afraid that's not possible. So, you have to let me get to know you!"
"I want to know first, are you the Eighth Route Army?" Although the woman was trembling slightly because of the blade on her neck, her tone was firm.
Hu Yi ignored his words and said coldly: "Do you still want to continue acting?" After that, he raised his free hand and grabbed the bun on the back of his head and pulled it.
The woman was pulled by the unexpected force, and staggered, and her back leaned against Hu Yi's chest. Hu Yi was surprised that the bun did not fall off as expected. It was so real. He simply loosened the bun, reached under his clothes, and went straight to his chest: "Now it's time to take off the disguise!"
Hu Yi was stunned, and at that moment, he got goose bumps all over his body. Whether it was the curvy shape, the creamy touch, or the prominence that was unique to his gender, it all proved that he had made a very stupid mistake, causing his mind to go completely blank - he, oh no, should he call her, she really was, an auntie, or a auntie...
Hu Yi couldn't see what expression the woman had, and he didn't dare to think about it. He didn't dare to think about anything. He could only stand there motionless.
"Is it time to let go?" The woman's tone was surprisingly calm.
To Hu Yi, these words were like thunder. He finally woke up from his trance and hastily pulled his hand away. He was so panicked that he even withdrew the other hand that was holding the bayonet. He was so panicked that he took two steps back unconsciously and didn't know what to say.
The woman turned around quietly, and the magnificent glow of the east was reflected on her face. Now it was finally possible to see clearly that above the old woman's clothes, under her deliberately low hairstyle, and in the gaps between the mud and plaster that had been deliberately smeared on her cheeks, there was a beautiful face. The corners of her mouth were slightly wider, and her lips were slightly thicker, which, combined with her tall and outstanding height, formed a unique pleasing look, revealing a mature charm and a unique unruly nature.
"I want to know, are you the Eighth Route Army?" The plump red lips opened again, revealing delicate white teeth, and continued to ask the same question, as if nothing had happened...