Luo Fugui led Hu Yi and others to the outside of the courtyard wall of Mr. Song. Hu Yi looked at the high wall and large courtyard under the moonlight and was very satisfied. A machine gun and food problems were solved in this courtyard. Although he was a soldier now, he had done too many such things before, and his experience was not comparable to Luo Fugui.
Being a bandit is different from being a soldier. No matter what kind of bandit you are, the most important thing is not how many people or how many guns you have, but the psychological advantage. No matter who you are, if you know your opponent is a bandit, you will feel inferior. The purpose of the bandits is money and food. Killing and arson are just one of the means to achieve the goal, not a hobby. Bandits are also human beings. They don't want to see blood. They will never make things that can be done simply more complicated and make people panic.
After walking around the yard, Hu Yi found an inconspicuous back door. If they were seeking wealth, they should have set up a bag outside the back door and waited for a turtle. But now there were three people with a child, so they were short of manpower. Besides, Hu Yi was not interested in money, so he let the back door be a way for them to make a living. It would be less troublesome if they all ran away.
Back in front of the Song family's gate, Luo Fugui was afraid of being shot, so he quickly reminded Hu Yi to avoid the crack in the door. Hu Yi didn't care. Why should he hide? If he was a bandit, he had to behave like a bandit. He stood in the middle of the gate with a big horse and a golden knife, and shouted into the yard at the top of his voice: "Listen, everyone in the yard, we are serious businessmen. It is fate that we pass by your house now, so we have to bother you to do business. Open the door within a moment, and let us make money in harmony!"
These words were shouted with full vigor and soul-stirring force, spreading throughout the entire Songjia Village, and echoing lingeringly in the silent night.
Xiao Hongying and Ma Liang didn't understand what Hu Yi was doing, but Luo Fugui knew that Hu Yi was just reporting the situation, trying to scare the tigers and show his power. Even if the words sound nice, the nicer the words are, the more frightening they are in the middle of the night. He couldn't help but pull Ma Liang beside him and said in surprise: "Brother, you Eighth Route Army are really good! I'm impressed. It turns out that you Eighth Route Army can do this too! You are experts!" After saying that, he raised his thumb to show it, but Ma Liang rolled his eyes fiercely, leaving Luo Fugui confused for a moment.
Hu Yi's call was a psychological tactic, to put a tight ring around them, to make them nervous, so that they would want to escape, and on the other hand, to leave time for the next step. I haven't done this for many years, and now that I have shouted at the top of my lungs, I feel relaxed and refreshed, and I feel so happy. Then I called Ma Liang and Luo Fugui, and asked them to move firewood from a nearby pile of firewood and pile it directly to cover the gate, filling it up and piling it high.
I thought that only one bandit had gone away, but not long after, I heard a call from outside the gate. I guess the whole Songjia Village could hear every word clearly. The Song family was trembling with fear and panic. This was a big deal. They were really going to be attacked by bandits. He hurriedly asked a servant to observe the situation at the back door, and took his wife and children to start packing their belongings again.
Song Ming had been in the yard. Although he didn't hit the target with that shot, he scared the opponent away, so he was a little proud. Now that someone came to report the number, he was very nervous and ran to the gate. Through the crack in the door, he saw a man standing in front of the gate with a big horse and a golden sword, and he couldn't observe more of the surrounding situation. Song Ming had seen the world and experienced life and death, so this time he really didn't dare to shoot through the crack in the door again.
Although the guy had a machine gun before, he was just bluffing, so Song Ming was not vague. Now this guy was bare-handed, and although he couldn't see the details of his face, Song Ming felt a chill and a sense of evil behind the door. Song Ming concluded that he was really being banditized. If he shot him with a hidden gun, if the bandits broke in, wouldn't he be torn into pieces? He, Mr. Song, was the boss, not his biological father. What was I trying to do
When Mr. Song saw Song Ming coming back from the front yard, he quickly asked him, "What's going on?"
"Bandits have really come. I wonder how many there are."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Song sat down on the kang and said, "What should I do? What should I do? Is it because I didn't worship the Buddha today?"
The servant who went to the back door came back at this time: "Master, it seems that there is no one at the back door."
Mr. Song was still hesitating when he suddenly heard the farmhand in the yard shouting, "Fire, fire!" He hurriedly went to the door of the house with Song Ming and looked at the front yard. Outside the gate, a huge fire was rising into the sky. This time, there were no lights in the yard, and it was illuminated by a sea of red.
Mr. Song made up his mind and went back to the house to urge the old and young to pack up quickly. He was ready to leave through the back door. Seeing Song Ming still following behind him, and thinking about the house full of belongings, he immediately said to Song Ming: "Song Ming, you take the farmhands and do your best to guard the yard. If you can become the master, I will reward you twenty... no, forty dollars."
Song Ming thought he could follow them through the back door, but he didn't expect that the wealthy Mr. Song was still thinking about protecting his family property at this time. However, he was indeed a security guard, and it was not easy for him to quit. While he was hesitating about finding an excuse, his hand was suddenly grabbed by Mr. Song, and with a loud bang, fifteen dollars were slapped into his hand.
"I'll give you fifteen dollars first. If you can keep the house, I'll give you another twenty-five when I come back."
Money makes the world go round. Song Ming swallowed the excuse that was about to come out of his mouth, put it in his pocket and returned to the front yard.
The fire was raging, and the two burning doors began to make crackling noises. Ma Liang threw the last of the firewood into the fire. Feeling the burning pain on his skin, he patted the weeds and dust on his chest, ran to Hu Yi, and said seriously: "Brother, I have to make it clear first. If the regiment really knows about this in the future, you are not allowed to doubt me!"
Hu Yi looked at the focused face in front of him that was blackened by the fireworks, and laughed from the bottom of his heart. He punched Ma Liang on the shoulder and said, "I did this alone. Do you understand?"
Song Ming looked at the fire outside the gate and shouted to the panicked farmhands in the yard: "What are you afraid of! The bandits can't get in! Hurry up and put out the fire!" He then took the lead in picking up a bucket, ran to the large water tank in the yard to scoop water and poured it on the gate. The farmhands finally came to their senses, and several of them followed Song Ming in a panic and started to work, desperately pouring water on the gate.
The sound of water being poured in the yard could be heard outside the gate. There was a big fire outside the gate and water inside the gate. Water was flowing out from under the door, wetting the firewood on the bottom layer, making a sizzling sound and raising large clouds of water mist mixed with billowing black smoke, which was a spectacular sight.
The fire weakened, the outer layer of the gate was charred, but the inner layer was saved, so it was still a barrier. Luo Fugui was a little anxious when he saw Hu Yi next to him, who was still watching but not taking any action. He quickly came over and asked, "Boss Hu, look at this, the fire can't burn any further, and the gate hasn't been burned open yet. We have to think of something, right?"
The title "Boss Hu" came out of Luo Fugui's mouth suddenly because he was influenced by Hu Yi, who first reported the number and then started the fire with great resoluteness. This is the same style as the leader of the Black Wind Mountain. Luo Fugui naturally got into the role.
Hu Yi was unmoved: "Let them put out the fire. We can't get in until the fire is out. Just wait."
Luo Fugui pursed his lips, not understanding what this fox was thinking. Well, he just had to wait.
After the dedicated efforts of Song Ming and others, the fire was finally extinguished. The gate was still there. Several people were exhausted and blackened. They threw away the buckets and sat in the yard to rest in a mess.
Watching the last spark go out and then turn into a wisp of green smoke, Hu Yi walked to Xiao Hongying and stretched out his hand: "Give me the grenade."
Xiao Hongying blinked her eyes, and without saying anything, she took out the grenade and handed it to Hu Yi. In her eyes, Hu Yi was different from other soldiers of the independent regiment, not just a comrade-in-arms, but like her master, so Xiao Hongying had no reason to hesitate.
The first is a strong move, the second is weaker, and the third is exhausted. First, report the number, then set the fire, and finally the finishing touch. This is the simplest routine, nothing to brag about. Hu Yi put the grenade upright on the ground against the gap between the two doors, and pulled the fuse with a swish.
Curiosity killed the cat. The fire was out, and it seemed that someone was approaching the gate again. Song Ming was unsure, so he quickly got up and ran to the back of the gate, lying on the crack of the door, trying to figure out what was going on outside.
There was a smell of smoke and fire everywhere, and there seemed to be an additional smell of gunpowder under his nose. Before Song Ming had time to figure out the situation, there was a sudden bang, and the two doors that had been torn crisp by the fire shattered instantly. The debris and ashes, accompanied by a strong flash, swept across the area of dozens of square meters.
With the help of the bright moonlight and the lanterns in the yard, Song Ming's body was clearly displayed at the gate, covered with large and small wood chips and broken door panels. This scene finally caused several people in the yard to collapse, and they rushed to the back door frantically.