At this moment, Meng Yanzhi couldn't believe that his son actually pointed a gun at him?
Meng Fangli was breathing heavily, staring at his father with wolf-like eyes. It didn't matter how disrespectful he was, he couldn't bear it anymore!
I can’t wait to read it, but I still think about those bullshit books. Why am I just not interested? It seems that the little devil will chase him soon. Do he want his brothers to be buried with him?
This time, Long Wenwen and the others were shocked. Meng Fan, who was acting like a grandson just now, suddenly got hard.
"It's annoying! Come on, don't be like this, it's your father after all." Milong quickly came up to persuade him. Even though he keeps shouting like an old wimp, he can still figure it out on such a big issue.
"That's right, just tell me not to use the gun." Bu La also came over and pressed the muzzle of his gun down.
Meng Yanzhi stared at him blankly. At this moment, he could no longer think. Fortunately, Mother Meng was helping Jiumei pack her things at this time, otherwise she would have fainted again after seeing it.
"In that case... you can go by yourself, take your mother with you, and let me stay with the last remaining possessions of the Lao Meng family."
I don't know if it was out of anger or something else, but after Meng Yanzhi said these words, he turned around and said nothing.
"Tuanzuo, how do you say this?" Long Wenwen was also a little embarrassed. Who would have expected that this would happen in the end.
"How to say it? Say it with your mouth."
Liao Mingyu curled his lips, thought for a while and then said to Meng Yanzhi:
"Old man, since you don't want to leave, we won't force you. But I have to remind you that the Japanese died in this room. You can imagine your ending after their large forces come over."
"That's better than watching these books be destroyed."
Meng Yanzhi said slowly with his eyes closed. He knew that staying would lead to death, but letting him abandon these books would be even more uncomfortable than death.
"Is that so? According to the Japanese people's moral character of retribution, you and your books will become popular in the end. It's a pity that in the end, even if the person dies, the books will not be saved." Liao Mingyu shook his head and sighed.
"Team seats..." Meng Fanlao couldn't bear to say something else, but was stopped by Liao Mingyu's eyes.
Listening to what Liao Mingyu said, the old man's body couldn't help but tremble, but some things are harder to let go than life.
Liao Mingyu said coldly with his hands behind his back: "Old man, you have two choices now. One, you continue to stay here with your books, and you will get nothing in the end. Two, hide a handful of books in the cellar and go with us. You will still have a chance to get these books back when we counterattack the West Bank later."
"I'll give you two minutes to think about it. I have to take away those who want to live. I can't stop those who want to die. You can choose where to go."
Meng Yanzhi's face was complicated. Liao Mingyu's words were like a heavy hammer falling on his heart. He had no idea how to choose him.
Two minutes passed quickly. Mr. Meng, who was still looking indifferent, Liao Mingyu stopped wasting his words and immediately ordered the others: "Okay, let's prepare to retreat!"
"Wait...I...that's all. I'll go with you!"
Meng Yanzhi finally couldn't resist the temptation of life, but then again, who wants to die if he can live? Besides, it's not like he has no chance to get these books back.
Humph, have you finally figured it out? Liao Mingyu couldn't help but sneered.
This is how you deal with such a sour scholar who thinks he is arrogant. The more shy you lick him, the more he can show off. You deliberately don't offend him, but he thinks it through better than anyone else.
"Meng is annoying! I'll give you five minutes to clean up for your father. After ten minutes, we have to leave immediately regardless of whether we have finished moving!" Liao Mingyu ordered.
"clear!"
After saying this, Meng Fan hurriedly ran upstairs, and the other brothers in the investigation team followed him. Even Meng Yanzhi lost all his airs and helped move downstairs.
Fortunately, most of Mr. Meng's books were packed and sealed. With the concerted efforts of everyone, 667 packages of various books and assorted four treasures of the study were moved to the cellar and put away.
The entrance to the cellar is in the woodshed, and they finally piled some firewood on top to cover up the traces, so that at least it would be difficult for people who don't know to find it from the outside.
Twelve minutes had passed since he finished all this. Liao Mingyu immediately led everyone outside. To his surprise, the guerrillas outside had not left yet.
Master Shihang saw them coming out and walked over immediately: "Brothers from the national army, if you want to cross the river, I know a shortcut. As long as you cross the suspension bridge over there, the little devil can't catch up. Why don't you follow now? I come?"
"No need, Master, we have a way to go back, but I have a grudging request. I wonder if you can help me?" Liao Mingyu asked.
"You can say whatever you want, we will never refuse if we can help."
"As you can see, there are a few old and weak women in our team. They will definitely not be able to make it fast on the way back. I hope you can lead my team to lead the little Japs in another direction."
Liao Mingyu knows what’s behind
Master Shihang looked at the two women and Mr. Meng behind him. They were indeed in trouble, so he had to help.
A fat, bald man wearing a monk's uniform walked towards him, with a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his round head:
"Amitabha, fellow military brothers, the monk is being polite." The monk put his hands together and saluted everyone.
He was carrying a front-loading gunpowder gun and a large cloth bag hanging on his body, which contained several homemade bombs instead of scriptures.
"Monk?" Long Wenwen came over with a gun in his hand and looked him up and down curiously: "Is this army yours?"
"The donor is joking. This is a revolutionary team. We are all like-minded comrades. There is no one who belongs to whom." The monk replied with a smile, and his unhurried tone sounded like a Zen.
"Oh, it's you!"
Sure enough... there was an acquaintance in the team, the guy who was full of ideals and passion.
The little bookworm excitedly ran to Liao Mingyu, patted the rifle in his hand and said happily: "Sir, you see I have my own gun now."
It was an old-fashioned weapon made in Hanyang. The handguard of the gun body was severely worn, and there was still visible rust on the bolt.
The little bookworm wanted to pull the gun bolt to show Liao Mingyu his progress, but the gun bolt was stuck and he couldn't move.
"Why can't you pull it open? I just fired a shot."
Liao Mingyu laughed secretly. He shook his head and said nothing. He picked up a small Japanese 38 cap from the ground and pulled the bolt cleanly with a "crack" sound:
"Look at this gun. It's much stronger than yours." He handed the rifle to the little bookworm.
The little bookworm took it and tried it, smiling so hard that the corners of his mouth were about to split: "Haha, yes, it's just a bit long, so I can use this one for comrades who don't have guns."
"Don't keep your finger on the trigger. Normally, the muzzle of the gun should be pointed down, and the safety should be closed. If you see that there is no cover behind the butt, hold it down and turn the bolt to close it."
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