"Daughter, I've been listening for a long time, you are Han people, come in and hide..." He spoke in a local accent, with a strong Jiangsu and Zhejiang flavor.
The sudden change frightened the stubborn donkey and almost made him bray, but once the local accent hit his ears, his heart suddenly felt at ease. "Auntie, thank you very much..." After saying that, he grabbed Sun Ximei and walked in. The black painted wooden door once again was closed.
"Be careful and don't make any noise. There is a cellar behind my house... My old man and I have bad legs and feet, and we can't escape, so we can only hide here... The Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Guanshiyin Bodhisattva bless us, when will these bitter days come? It’s a head…”
"Girl, you don't dare to run around. There are all cannibals outside. You will be dead if you fall into their hands... Come on, come on, help me lift the wooden board. There is a cellar below..."
The cellar was extremely dark, with only an oil lamp in the corner. A kind-faced old man was sitting on a chair. He seemed to have some problems with his legs and feet. He didn't stand up and just smiled kindly.
"Sit down, sit down... This cellar in my house has saved us two times. Last time when the Prime Minister attacked the Japanese, I took refuge here because of my bad legs... You will be safe here..."
Dim lights, surrounded by wet blue bricks, buckets of water and bacon and other things piled in the corner, and even a lot of fruits and vegetables inside, it seems that the old couple often run this hiding place.
Looking at everything around her and listening to the familiar local accent, Sun Ximei didn't know what happened. Tears burst out of her eyes and she squatted on the ground and sobbed silently.
Security, yes, what she felt at that moment was endless security, a strong feeling she had never experienced in her life.
"Drink water, drink water. It's the cleanest spring water. During the past few days of the war, Xiao Liu, a soldier next door, took the time to change it for us... Are you hungry? There are some leftovers here and I don't dare to open fire. Oh, by the way, There is also a very fresh pineapple here. I will cut it into pieces and mix it with the rice. It must taste good..."
Ryukyu has a tropical climate, influenced by the Pacific climate. Although it is about the same latitude as Ningbo and Shanghai on the map, the climate is much hotter. A large number of tropical fruits grow here, and the people's diet is somewhat similar to that of South Asia.
Pineapple bibimbap, such a sweet and sour way to eat, people who grew up in the mainland are really not used to it, but Sun Ximei, who has been fighting and acting as traitors all day, found that they disliked eating this kind of food the most on weekdays. The things suddenly turned into delicacies.
The two of them were like vicious dogs, holding a large porcelain bowl and slapping it into their mouths with chopsticks. I am afraid they will never forget the sweetness of this bowl of rice.
While Sun Ximei was eating, her tears rolled down her face. She dropped them into the rice and then took it into her mouth and ate it. The old lady next to her looked at her heartbrokenly, "This child has suffered so much. I feel so wronged."
It was okay if the old lady didn't say anything, but Sun Ximei couldn't help it anymore as soon as she said it, her tears fell down like broken pearls. Chang Sanhao could guess what she was thinking, so he couldn't persuade her, so he just patted her. After that, he took out a small roll of banknotes from his boots and secretly placed them on the rice vat.
The old man sitting in the chair has weak legs and feet but has sharp eyes. "I don't want money. Asking for money is just a curse. Take it away. We have no children. It's useless to ask for money. Take it away..."
When the old lady saw it, she quickly stuffed the banknote back and said, "We don't need money to save people. Who knows that we are all fellow villagers..."
As soon as the word "fellows" was spoken, Sun Ximei and Chang San's good hearts were struck by lightning. People who have not experienced this kind of war between races cannot understand the magic of these two words.
"Perhaps this is what the Prime Minister said... having the same culture, same race, and the same culture... nationalism."
Just as Sun Ximei was mumbling to herself, suddenly a loud bang came from the cellar, followed by foreign language that no one could understand.
Three French soldiers rushed in. One of them, a big man, twitched his nose like a dog. "This room is weird. When we rushed over just now, there was no such smell. Why did this strange smell suddenly appear?" …”
Good guy, does this come with a humanoid hunting dog? The taste of a portion of pineapple bibimbap can actually expose everyone. It seems that everyone has underestimated the unique aroma of pineapple, a tropical fruit. In the previous life, in the market, as long as there were a lot of pineapples During the market season, there will be no other smell in the market.
What's more, this street has been fighting for a day. Both the enemy and us have passed by three or four times. It is impossible for anyone to cook. So the smell of pineapple rice suddenly wafts out in the middle of the night. How could this not be possible? Attractive.
The most important thing is that these French soldiers are hungry. The little military ration they ate in the middle of the night has been completely digested after fighting in several conflict stations. At this time, their noses are really worse than dog noses. Be spiritual.
The wooden door was kicked open with a bang, and the French soldiers with torches rushed in. "Come on, the smell is coming from this pile of straw... There is a wooden door, and there is a cellar here..."
The bayonet pried open the cellar door, and the wolf-like French army jumped inside with bayonets in hand. Sun Ximei shouted, "Fight..." She broke the large porcelain bowl in half and stretched out her hand to throw it as a dart.
"No, foreign masters can't be killed." Chang Sanhao, this dog slave, still has his servile nature. He struck Sun Ximei's wrist with lightning, and two sharp pieces of porcelain fell to the ground.
"Hello Chang San...are you crazy?" Sun Ximei cursed and was about to take out the dagger hidden in her waist, but the black muzzle of the gun was pressed against her forehead.
"Woman, it's the beautiful woman who escaped..." In the excited shouts, the two French soldiers also jumped down. Now the entire cellar could not turn around. The three French soldiers had three bayonets and three swords. A rifle was pointed at Chang Sanhao and the others.
With such a close distance, such a narrow space, and the loaded rifles, even though they were both martial arts masters, they were dumbfounded. There was no way they could fight.
Chang Sanhao kept doing nothing, gritting his teeth and stomping his feet, and was so cruel that he knelt down on the spot.
"My foreign master, you are my biological father... We are not your enemies, we are on the same side with you, we are on the same side..." After saying this, Chang Sanhao kowtowed desperately.
Maybe it was because his head hit the ground that he had an idea. He actually remembered a few English words he had learned a long time ago: "Friend...friend...friend...friend...France...french..." He didn't know this. Who did they learn their poor English from? It took the three French soldiers a long time to figure it out.
"Friends in France, is this what he said? Oh God...are they the people who reported to us in the dark?"
"Is it someone who exposed the location of the sneak attackers? It's very possible..."
The two French soldiers at the back were whispering to each other, but the big soldier at the front didn't say a word. His eyes were staring at Sun Ximei like a hungry wolf, and his body gradually responded.
"Flower girl is so big..." It seems that this foreigner must have been in contact with the Japanese. He yelled out a sentence in Japanese, and then rushed towards him.
In such a narrow environment, Sun Ximei could not escape at all. In addition, there were two rifles behind her threatening her at close range. She did not dare to make a killing move, and was suddenly thrown to the ground by the French soldiers.
"Woman...this is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in Ryukyu..." With a stab, the clothes on Sun Ximei's chest were torn to pieces, and her half-stretched breasts were exposed.
Women, whether they are good at martial arts or not, are helpless when faced with this kind of violation, and they are all good at using the king's eight punches.
"Go away... you beast... go away you beast... wuwuwu... Brother Chang, help me... help me." Sun Ximei kicked and beat her like a rural shrew, and she seemed to have forgotten that moment. I can still do the same kungfu.
How could Chang Sanhao dare to save her? Two loaded rifles were pressed against his head. No matter how high his martial arts skills were, he was still no match for the bullets.
The cowardly man burst into tears. He desperately bowed to his foreign father, "Master, these three masters are so proud of you. We are our own people, we are really our own people... We are all Gong Cheng's subordinates. You have so much information, you can’t do this..."
It's a pity that his foreign father doesn't understand Chinese, and even if he could understand it, he wouldn't listen to him. Men in war are extremely excited, and their adrenaline secretion is already stronger than usual. What's the point of their bestiality coming out when they see a woman? Neither will care.
Chang San was so desperate. He cried and turned to persuade Sun Ximei, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...
Sun Ximei was completely desperate. She finally understood why she liked Stubborn Donkey so much, because Stubborn Donkey was at least still a man.
"Beasts..." With a loud roar, the white-haired old lady pulled out the silver hairpin on her head and stabbed it into the French soldier's back. "You are not humans but beasts."
Even the old man with bad legs and feet went crazy. He rounded up his crutches and hit the big man on the head of the violent man. The sound was like hitting a ripe watermelon.
"Go away, you foreign devils, go back to the underworld...wait for the Prime Minister to come back and kill you all. You are not man-made, are you still the children of your parents?"
"Don't you have parents or sisters? If you have the guts to go back and rape your sister... you are not human, you are not human..."
The French soldier who was about to commit violence was furious when he was interrupted. He reached out and grabbed the crutch and rolled it around. The old lady was hit by the stick in the ear and fell to the corner. The old man was hit in the chest and almost died.
"Flower girl... don't think about running away. Once you taste the bravery of us Europeans, you will never miss these incompetent Asians again... Hahaha." After that, he pounced.
In addition to the hideous smiles of the three French soldiers in the cellar, the only thing left in the cellar was Chang Sanhao's bitter pleading.
"Master Foreigner, please don't kill anyone. Just feel free to do it, but don't kill anyone... We are our own people, we are all our own people."
