Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 285

Chapter 285 Amitabha

Crow, I feel like I'm about to turn into a roast duck.

The crow that Master Zhuang was thinking about did not retreat back to the city, not because he wanted to stay in the residence and fight for his life against the Japanese.

He is not stupid. Everyone has run away. If he wants to take revenge and stay here to fight with the Japanese, it will be useless.

However, at the critical moment when an unlucky boy was running away with a dozen of his men carrying a few wounded people, he suddenly discovered that he had lost something extremely important.

Two large yellow croakers, which the crow prized so much, were lost.

After thinking about it carefully, I think it was probably when I went to grab the 'body' of Wang Laoshi, the unlucky boy, from the side of the burning armored vehicle that I anxiously threw the large yellow croaker carefully wrapped in a strip of cloth and inserted into my belt as a grenade.

It doesn't matter whether it exploded or not. What's important is that at that time, the crow was subconsciously told that it was safe at that time.

That's probably the Republican version of a typical case of throwing money at you!

Having finally recalled this detail, the crow angrily told Wang Laoshi, who was still groaning on the stretcher, that his mind was broken. If it wasn't for this bastard, how could he lose his big yellow croaker.

Innocent Wang Laoshi was shot.

Then, he ordered his subordinates to continue running away with the wounded, and Wu Wu decided to go alone to find his big yellow croaker. It was not that he wanted money rather than his life, but that those few big yellow croakers were the bride price for him to marry her, even if she was gone. , as long as the bride price is still there, she is still in his heart, and he will feel more at ease.

If even these are gone, he is afraid that the only connection with her will disappear like this.

In the end, this is Crow's biggest obsession. Before he dies, he doesn't want to forget her.

With her in his heart, he could continue to have the courage to **** the Japanese without fear of death.

Then, it took a while to find the crow that he had thrown into the house across the street. It ran for hundreds of meters and was still more than 200 meters away from the city, which represented safety, when the Japanese artillery fire came down.

The rising fireballs were mixed with light green poisonous gas, causing Crow to watch in despair as the city fortifications were re-blocked.

The way to survive is dead.

If you want to live, you can only find a place to hide.

The crow knew that sooner or later, staying in the house would be roasted by incendiary bombs that exploded with huge fireballs. It was not safe to stay in the cellar. Either they would be roasted with oil or be suffocated to death by poisonous gas.

As the saying goes, wisdom arises out of desperation. He looked around blindly in panic and finally found the only way to survive.

The most famous temple in Songjiang City is Xilin Temple.

It does not mean that Xilin Temple, blessed by the Buddha, has copper walls and iron walls, which cannot be burned by fire or smoke.

But there is a pagoda in the main courtyard of Xilin Temple, which is 30 meters high and is located in the temple. The surrounding houses are still a certain distance away from it. If you stay on it, as long as you are not particularly unlucky to be hit by a Japanese gun, The chances of survival should be much higher than staying on the ground.

The crow is now on this pagoda, almost the highest position in Songjiang City, staring at the entire neighborhood.

At least one-fifth of the houses outside the city were ignited by the Japanese army's terrible incendiary bombs, including the land where he was located. A large number of wooden structure houses in the Zen monastery were emitting thick smoke and spitting flames, making crows 30 meters above the ground panic. The terrible heat caused by violent combustion can be felt.

His hair has become curly, and he took off his military uniform because he couldn't bear the heat. The shirtless young man's body was covered with oil and sweat.

During the 20 minutes when the fire first started, the crow felt that sooner or later he would turn into a roast duck, the kind that sizzles and spits oil.

Fortunately, Buddha appeared again.

There was a continuous drizzle in the sky, which was so cold and wet that it actually suppressed the fire that was about to burn.

“Amitabha! Buddha bless you! You scared me to death.” A shiny little head poked his head out and looked at the gradually extinguishing fire under the pagoda. He put his palms together and expressed his sincere praise to the Buddha and his elders.

"Buddha can make the Dragon King rain and extinguish the fire, but that doesn't mean he can stop the bullets for you. Why don't you, you little **** who doesn't obey military orders, hide away?" Looking at the crows outside through the gaps in the stones of the pagoda. Angrily, he slapped the little bald man on the head. "Also, do you think Buddha did it for the sake of you being a fake?"

"You call me a bastard? Huh! Without me, Nong would probably be familiar with it by now." The little bald man on top of his head, who had not been ordained, rolled his eyes angrily. "Perhaps the old Buddha thought I had wisdom and came to save me specifically."

But his body was honest and he hid his bald head again.

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But there is no way to refute.

What the little bald man said is true. Without him, a fake, the crows would have turned into roast ducks before they even had time to reach the pagoda.

Hurryly, Crow, who had chosen the best place to avoid incendiary bombs and poison gas bombs, did not run directly to Xilin Temple. Instead, they returned to the original hiding spot to pick up some ammunition and weapons that had to be abandoned because they had to carry the wounded.

He had a premonition that after the shelling, the Japanese army would enter the fire scene to search if the fire subsided. If he was lucky enough to escape this catastrophe, he might not be able to escape the Japanese bullets, and the burned-to-white neighborhood would not be able to treat him as before. Provide enough room for exercise.

Then let's fight with the Japanese.

It was undoubtedly a fool's dream to fight the Japanese with just a shell gun and a few magazines on his body. Therefore, Crow, who returned to the hiding place, carried a light machine gun and carried two Hanyang rifles made by his brothers who died in the battle. With 10 grenades and the remaining 300 rounds of ammunition distributed by the light machine gun, he regarded himself as Rambo in the security group.

Although carrying a weight of 40 kilograms made Wu Wu's movements far less agile than usual, relying on his familiarity and good luck, he managed to hold on to the Xilin Temple 300 meters away amid the artillery fire.

　　However, after entering the temple gate, the crow ran out of good luck.

An incendiary bomb exploded right at the temple wall. The blue brick wall blocked the sparks from flying, but it did not block the air waves.

The shock wave rushed in and the crow was lifted up and flew to the entrance of the hall, where it fell unconscious.

According to normal operation, the crows that were thrown away at the entrance of the hall would either be smoked to death by poisonous gas or roasted by the fire in about ten minutes, and they would still be fragrant.

Fortunately, this is the territory of Buddha.

　　A man who was not supposed to be here rushed out of the hall and took a basin of water to wake up the crows.

The dazed Crow didn't have time to ask the thirteen or fourteen-year-old little bald head why he didn't leave. He knocked the basin out of the little bald head's hand extremely arrogantly, stopping his unrealistic idea of bringing water to put out the starting fire, and picked it up on the ground. The fallen guns and bullets led him to kick open the wooden door under the pagoda and climb up the stairs to the top of the pagoda.

Then, the two of them watched the overwhelming incendiary bombs smashing into the surroundings of the temple. Even the golden statue of Buddha could not stop this man-made disaster. The temple and the surrounding residences were ignited with raging fires, and light green smoke followed the shells. Continuous explosions scattered on the ground like ghosts.

The young man with a small bald head looked at the main hall and side halls that were burning blazingly, with a sad expression on his face.

Although Crow didn't believe in Buddhism before, all the monks in Xilin Temple, from the abbot to the traveling monks, had been sent out of the temple by the security team the afternoon before yesterday. No one was left, but when he was about to die, one of them still jumped out. Saving him somewhat made him feel a little guilty towards the old man Buddha who was still cultivating a golden body in the raging fire.

I have enough respect for a bald teenage boy who braved artillery fire and wanted to put out the fire.

But soon, when the crow asked why the little bald head stayed in the temple, the little bald head's eyes began to become wandering and his words were hesitant, saying that he had finished the evening class too late the day before and was snoozing in the Zen room. , when he woke up, everyone was gone, and he hid in the depths of the temple in panic.

These nonsense may be fine to deceive an honorable gentleman, but in front of an old Jianghu like Crow who lives his life by cheating, it is simply like Guan Gong's sword in front of the gate.

"It doesn't matter that you saved me, but there are no favors during the war. Anyone who may become a spy for the Japanese will be punished. At worst, I will wait until I finish beating the Japanese before I give you my life back."

Looking at the sneer at the corner of Crow's mouth and his "evil" behavior of tapping the cannon in his waist, the little bald man's psychological defense finally collapsed.

The crow finally met a guy who was more desperate than himself to collect money.

　　It was none other than the little guy named Xia Dayu in front of me.

He is some kind of novice monk. The reason why he wears a bald head is just so that he can have an identity that can be explained when he is caught by the soldiers.

Since Songjiang began to organize the city's evacuation, this guy had the idea of making money from the "national crisis".

Of course, this kid is not targeting private houses with closed doors. In his words, whether the owner is at home or not, it is stealing, and he is not a thief.

He is eyeing Xilin Temple. Xilin Temple has a wishing pool. There are quite a few copper and silver coins left by pilgrims in it. The monks cannot take those with them when they retreat.

When he went to get the money from the Buddha, he borrowed it, not stole it. He had already said this in front of the Buddha. When he grew up and became prosperous, he would definitely return the incense money tenfold.

Who knows, Xia Dayu, who even designed his hair style, went wrong after all. On the first night, he quietly touched the silver and copper coins in the wishing pool. However, before he could leave, the 3rd Battalion of the Security Group came to the rescue. Treating this place as a stronghold, an infantry platoon moved in.

Therefore, Xia Dayu, the unlucky boy who took more than ten silver coins from the Buddha, could only hide in the heavy gauze behind the golden body of the Buddha. He was hungry for a whole day and night, and almost became a real novice monk who accompanied the ancient Buddha with a green lantern. .

Until the entire security team was evacuated, the hungry and dizzy thief 'novice monk' was originally planning to search the temple to see if the Buddha had left anything valuable.

As a result, we encountered this crisis.

As for the sad expression on his face just now, of course, there may be valuable things that are about to be burned.

Really, I feel so distressed!

Lao Tzu, I'm convinced!

The crow really had a black line on his forehead at that time.

(End of this chapter)

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