Chapter 824 Confrontation! (Asking for a guaranteed monthly ticket!)
Although it is a well-known old store, there are only one or two tables of customers in the store, which is completely incomparable with the grand occasion of queuing up in the future. Tang Dao walked into the store and just glanced at it without paying much attention.
This is naturally related to the economic conditions at this time. During the war years, it was a problem to feed the family. How many of them could go out to eat out?
Business was not good, and it coincided with the New Year. The waiter in old clothes was naturally lazy, and the grease on the table was not wiped off. Tang Dao naturally chose the private room that should be cleaner.
The six people entered one of the few private rooms on the second floor of this not-so-large bakery shop. As expected, the environment inside was much better than the outside. The Eight Immortals table was equipped with carved stools and colorful painted screens. It's a very traditional Chinese box, but it's a little bit old-fashioned.
However, the three women had all experienced the war and were not too picky about the environment. Teacher Xiao He, who was full of interest just now, sat down first and shouted that she was exhausted today, much more tired than doing physics experiments. .
Tang Dao
Shopping for a woman who dares to love you is tiring! Then why is it like a perpetual motion machine when shopping? This is really a proposition that is difficult for men to understand.
The waiter with a low eyebrow was very respectful on the surface, but his service attitude of never seeing anyone after ordering made Tang Dao already give this old store a bad review in his heart. Is this how he can survive into the future and still become famous?
After the war, if you open a "Hudilao" restaurant, will it become popular across the country?
Of course, even if it is to be opened, it will have to wait until China embarks on a new economic development path. Tang Dao's biggest wish is to stay in the countryside, farming and raising chickens during the day, and discussing the mysteries of life with his wife at night.
However, whether the decoration is good or not, and even whether the service is good or not, are secondary. The most important thing is the food itself.
But Tang Dao was also very disappointed with the dishes that were served. It was said to have all-round color, aroma and taste. Not to mention the color, the taste in the mouth also made Tang Dao feel that it was far different from what he remembered.
This is not right! Just like when he stepped into the door of this store and saw the sparse customers and the unenthusiastic waiter, he felt bad.
Seeing the group member's brows suddenly furrow, Leng Feng slapped the table with an unhappy face and was about to call the store owner to come in and explain.
The result was even more surprising to everyone. This old store in Henan Province is really very tough, as if it is opened in a bandit's den. As soon as the table here was knocked down, the window over there suddenly burst, and a few plum-shaped darts were thrown. Fly straight towards a few people.
Before the three women could figure out why even a table could turn out to be a black shop, Tang Dao and Leng Feng suddenly moved their hands and lifted up the Eight Immortals table, which weighed more than a hundred kilograms.
"Take it! Take it!" All the darts shot in from the window were blocked by the huge Eight Immortals table.
"Leng Feng, Erya, you two, protect the three of them!" Tang Dao turned around decisively and kicked the screen to pieces, expanding the indoor space to the maximum. He looked towards the main door of the box and said with a solemn expression.
This is not a black shop, this is a premeditated assassination.
Moreover, it came from the assassination of the Japanese.
The darts still inserted on the table of the Eight Immortals table prove the identity of the Japanese, because the Chinese darts are not so fancy, they just have sharp edges and can kill people, which is what the so-called ninjas in Japan like to play. Tang Dao in the future has seen these fancy things before.
At this point, Tang Dao has completely figured out why there are so many things wrong.
There are few customers because there are no customers. Those customers are all pretending. No wonder one of them just glanced at himself and others and stopped looking, while the others didn't even look at them.
To a normal man, the pancakes and dishes on the table are definitely not more attractive than the three lively beauties, but the guests at those two tables were only interested in the food.
The waiter was so respectful because he was Japanese and had a bit of a mean streak in his heart. He naturally didn't dare to stay too long after ordering and leaving, so as not to expose his flaws.
As for the few dishes that were served, if a Chinese chef who was almost scared to death by being bullied could still perform one-tenth of his level, then Tang Dao must recruit this big-hearted person under his command.
Of course, none of this is important anymore. Tang Dao has never been afraid of having too many scumbags.
Soon, Tang Dao heard breathing outside the door. A man's breathing was steady and long. It would take an ordinary person three breaths, but he only took one breath.
That is a master, a master that even Uncle Han and Ming Xin may not be able to match.
Tang Dao slowly clenched his fists and let out a breath.
That was both prudent and a warning to Leng Feng and Erya who were responsible for the safety of the three women behind them.
Leng Feng and Erya, as comrades who had fought side by side with Tang Dao for more than three months, immediately knew what Tang Dao meant. They were encountering a formidable enemy. The two of them had to ensure the safety of the three women no matter what.
Leng Feng looked out the door with cold eyes, but his men immediately made arrangements, pulled out the shell gun from his waist and threw it directly to Teacher Xiao He, while he backhand pulled out the 38 bayonet from the scabbard at his waist.
Teacher Xiao He is not a warrior, but in such a critical moment, she can only become a warrior, and Leng Feng made the best decision.
He and Erya serve as a barrier for the three women, but Tantai Mingyue, who has already taken out his pistol, and Teacher Xiao He, who is holding the rifle and turning on the safety, must be prepared to fight for themselves.
When faced with a crisis, one is never blindly confident and prepares for the worst. This is a qualified soldier.
The door was slowly pushed open, and an unusually tall young man with short hair wearing a Chinese gray robe stood quietly at the door, looking at Tang Dao calmly.
Beside him, standing on the left and right, were two people who were also wearing the Chinese cotton-padded jackets most commonly worn by ordinary people, but holding Japanese samurai swords in their hands.
Looks a bit nondescript, but there is no smile on Tang Dao's face.
Not only did the man who was half a head taller than him make him smell the scent of the same kind, but the other two people also made him feel a hint of threat, the threat of death.
The successor of Suigetsu Ryu wants to go deep into the dangerous place of China. How can Suigetsu Ryu allow him to go alone? Those who can follow Fujiwara Senyuo to China are the top masters of Suigetsu Ryu, the masters who can kill the most. .
The sharp blade of the Japanese hand stimulated Leng Feng's eyes to be filled with blood. He took a deep breath, held the bayonet in his hand, and bowed slightly. Before the killer even moved, the cold murderous intention was already stimulating on the battlefield. The Chinese Army major, who had killed no less than ten Japanese soldiers head-on, entered an attack mode.
At the same time, Leng Feng's other hand warned Erya and the two women who were hiding behind the door with guns pointed at the door, ordering them not to shoot blindly.
Firstly, their angle did not pose much of a threat to the three people outside the door; secondly, the man who pushed the door open made his scalp numb. If the gunshot rang out, it would probably not be the darts that would be shot into the house, but the darts. It was a grenade, which would definitely be a disaster for the three women hiding in the box.
The man's look was scary and confident.
Although he didn't say a word, Tang Dao and Leng Feng understood what he meant. He wanted a hand-to-hand fight, using the lives of three women as a threat, to have a hand-to-hand fight that would not alert the outside world.
If it doesn't go as he wishes, and the other party attacks with all their strength, the three women will be dealt with first. Even if the outside world hears the gunshots and a large number of soldiers come to support them, it will be too late.
The tall man was obviously very satisfied with the performance of everyone in the room. His eyes lingered on Leng Feng for a moment and then turned to Tang Dao.
"Tang Jun, it's an honor to see you here. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Fujiwara Senio. I am the brother of Major Fujiwaraichi who died at your hands in the Battle of Matsue." Fujiwara Senio looked at Tang calmly. Dao said.
Tang Dao shook his head, "I think you either found the wrong person, or your brother forgot to sign me up before he died. Of course, it's not his fault. Maybe he didn't have a chance. After all, you know, who is on the battlefield?" Are you so interested in Zhazha?" Fujiwara Senzuo's face remained unchanged, but there was a chill in his eyes.
Tang Dao's meaning is very obvious. Many Japanese have died under my command, and Fujiwaraichi is the elder. Why should I remember his name?
“Baga.” The other two Shuiyue Liu masters holding swords in both hands yelled angrily.
"Let alone eight or seven, the number of Japanese who died under my hands must be eight, eight, sixty-four if not one hundred. Remember to call me eight or eight when you see me in the future." Tang Dao showed a trace of disdain on his face.
This Baga, no, Baga's mouth was too poisonous, and the two Japanese masters' faces instantly turned pale.
Hands on all sorts of things, but Tang Dao keeps looking at the man who calls himself Fujiwara Senio.
A Japanese assassin who can turn an assassination into an open attack either has a bad brain or has great self-confidence and is confident that he can kill himself on the spot with his bare hands.
Of course, Tang Dao would not believe that the Japanese who went deep into the war zone and spent a huge amount of money to set up such a killing plan would send a fool. He also did not believe that the Japanese had not done any investigation on his own information. The Japanese's arrogance was based on the fact that they had not been beaten. Basically, once you get a beating, the cautiousness in your genes will come to the fore.
The two big fat bombs in the beautiful country are the best proof. One guy killed hundreds of thousands of them. Don't the Japanese hate it? Of course they hate it, but they are able to bury their hatred deep in their hearts, kneel down and lick the soles of Meiliguo's shoes, and they have been doing so for decades, so much so that it has become a habit.
Until they are unable to completely defeat the beautiful country, they will continue to kneel as always. This is something engraved in the genes of the Japanese and has not changed for thousands of years.
"Tang Jun, the entire hotel is under the control of our people. Your Chinese city defense troops heard the noise here and rushed over. It will take at least twenty minutes. If you want to chat, I can chat with you for five minutes. Then send Tang Jun and his party on their way." Fujiwara Senxiong calmed down the anger on his face and said with a calm and calm expression.
"Okay! Why don't you and I sit down and talk about it? I've long heard that your Japanese island country's tea ceremony skills have long been outstanding and better than those of others. Mr. Zhanxiong, why don't you show me how to make tea with water first? I don't have time. The meeting is too long, eighteen or nineteen minutes is enough, and the last minute is enough for us to have a friendly chat!" Tang Dao laughed after hearing this.
Tang Dao is already familiar with pretentiousness, but he didn't expect to meet a Japanese who can be more pretentious than him. Wen Wu is the first to pretend, but he is not second to Tang Dao. If Tang Dao doesn't attack the pretentious man, then he is not Tang Dao. .
“Baga.” The two Shuiyue Liu masters once again used their second-hand spirit and roared angrily.
Let the heir of Suigetsu Ryu demonstrate the tea ceremony, but what the **** is making tea? The results of the two are the same, but they are not on the same level at all!
Also, the saying of Tang Dao is very poisonous. The Japanese who have never acknowledged that Japanese tea ceremony culture was secretly learned from the Tang Dynasty of China have always had a great reaction to this. Tang Dao is poking at everyone. Heartbroken.
Tang Dao curled his lips slightly, can't you bear this? So how do you want the stick guys to live after 80 years? Not only do people dare to shout loudly that Chinese medicine is theirs, Qu Yuan is theirs, Confucius is theirs, and even Sun Wukong is theirs. Go and learn more about Chinese culture from your servants before you come back to China!
"Tang Jun, I don't know if I believe it or not. Although Fujiwara Senzuo is here today to take your good head, he also wants to compete with Tang Jun in martial arts, and the revenge of killing his younger brother is secondary." Xiong obviously adapted quickly to Tang Dao's venomous tongue style. Not only was he not angry, but a smile broke out on his face.
Tang Dao also smiled, and stretched out his fists towards the three Japanese who were wearing Chinese clothes but were authentic Japanese, "If you want to fight, then fight. What is martial arts? It's nothing more than more powerful killing skills." "
Tang Dao's fist is not as big as a bowl like Lu Zhishen's fist described in the book, and his skin is dark and very ordinary. However, including Fujiwara Senzuo, whose eyes shrank slightly, none of the three Suigetsu-ryu masters dared to underestimate it in the slightest. Look at that fist.
It is an invisible and intangible aura that can only be felt by those who study martial arts.
The Tang Dao that stood before was not impressive in appearance. The moment he stretched out his fist, it felt like a peerless sword unsheathed, with sharp edges and murderous intent.
The surging murderous intent stimulated the two Suigetsu-ryu masters standing next to Fujiwara Senzuo to move together, pointing their blades at Tang Dao, with fierce intent in their eyes.
Tang Dao has not yet made a move, but only showed his fist once, causing the two masters of Suigetsu to take the initiative to attack. The force was no less powerful than the pressure on Leng Feng when Senshi Fujiwara appeared.
Fujiwara Battle's eyes were as bright as stars at this moment, "If the word honor was a bit polite before, but after meeting Mr. Tang in person, Battle Hero felt that honor was not enough to describe the joy in Mr. Tang's heart. In order to respect Mr. Tang As your strongest enemy, Zhan Xiong will definitely attack with all his strength later. I will take your head back to the family and hang it on the wall of my quiet room, so that Tang Jun will die a worthy death."
After speaking, Fujiwara Senzuo stretched out his hand and pulled it casually. The tough cotton Chinese robe was torn into pieces like paper, revealing that he was wearing a complete Japanese samurai uniform.
Then he took a few steps back and said loudly: "Tang Jun, why don't you move forward and fight, otherwise, the war hero will not show mercy to any enemy in the room. Of course, this will let Tang Jun know that if you dare to escape, those three I will definitely bring this beautiful woman back to our military camp as the wife of the imperial warriors."
As Fujiwara Senzuo retreated, the two swordsmen, who were also very powerful, also retreated and gave way to the box door.
Tang Dao's somewhat joking expression just now became serious. The man named Fujiwara Senio was stronger than he imagined. It could even be said that he was a powerful enemy that he had never encountered in his previous life.
Although Uncle Han and Mingxin are both masters among masters, they both have their own worries in their hearts, and their hearts are far less powerful than the man in front of them. Tang Dao's various ridicules and sarcasms just now had no effect on that man.
In fact, Tang Dao was extremely suspicious that even when he initially mocked his brother for being nothing more than a scumbag and successfully aroused the angry look on the man's face, it was an illusion he was putting on.
Yes, despite the fact that the two of them did not actually confront each other, they had quietly passed a move.
Tang Dao used his dead brother and the national pain point to sarcastically attack him, while Fujiwara Senzuo threatened the three women in the room.
If Fujiwara Senio does not follow what he wants, this box will be attacked first. If machine gun fire and grenade throwing are used, even if he is a god, he will not be able to protect the three women. If Tang Dao wants to escape, the three women will be killed. It is even worse than death.
Tang Dao's sarcasm failed to anger Fujiwara Senzuo, but Fujiwara Senzuo clearly saw Tang Dao's concerns. Strictly speaking, Tang Dao was at a disadvantage in this round of spiritual confrontation.
Because of the three women in the house, whether it is his lover Tantai Mingyue, teacher Xiao He who will become a great master in the future, or Mrs. Yue who has lost her husband because of the Four Elements War, Tang Dao cannot lose any of them.
It's just that if you can just rely on your words, why do you need fists? The police don't care anyway.
Since someone is so eager to come all the way to beat him up, then the only option is to beat him up.
Tang Dao strode out.
Leng Feng took a deep look at Madam Yue, who was being protected by Tantai Mingyue and Teacher Xiao He, and followed her out.
Mrs. Yue, who was originally pale, looked at Leng Feng's back. This time she did not shed tears of despair like her husband did when he said goodbye to her. She actually took out a dagger from her clothes. Although there were tears in her eyes, they were filled with tears. fierce.
As a mature woman, how could she not understand Leng Feng's affection for her?
He was taciturn, and the two of them had not even spoken more than ten words together. His face was stern, and he had never shown tenderness to her, but he could secretly help mother and son prepare food, and he could carry Yue Yiman on his back. On her shoulders, she can walk more than ten miles at a time. When she is tired, she can slow down and let the children bring them water.
He is not as modest and courteous as her husband, nor is he gentle in his words, but when he looks at himself, there is light in his eyes.
Just like just now, there is light in my eyes.
However, she knew that it was Leng Feng saying goodbye to her, just like her husband did that day.
She knew better that she could not stop him. He wanted to fight side by side with his commanders and for them. The only thing she could do was to take out the dagger that Uncle Han gave her.
Her son is in the Si Xing Group and has been taken care of. She wants to fight for herself and the man who is willing to protect her.
Even if you can't stab your enemy to death, you can still stab yourself to death!
(End of this chapter)
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