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Wu Wei, the shopkeeper of Longyanlou, has gained the trust of the Japanese since he took in Yamada that night. There are more Japanese soldiers and Imperial Army soldiers who go to Longyanlou to eat and drink than past merchants and locals, and their business is no longer so depressed. **Book! Bar* But Wu Wei has become a resident of Longling, especially those patriotic businessmen in the business world who cursed behind their backs, believing that he defected to the Japanese devils and became a traitor.

For this reason, Wu Wei was depressed all day long and proposed to the pseudo-county magistrate Li Xiangyun to resign as the president of the Chamber of Commerce many times. But how could Li Xiangyun let Wu Wei resign? He valued him more and more. As long as he had the opportunity to show up in public, he would bring Wu Wei to him, which shows the Japanese's importance to the Longling County Chamber of Commerce and good relations.

Dong Limao and Gou Hao arrived at the bamboo forest in a village in the suburbs outside Longling City at noon the next day. Gou Hao went into the village and spent a piece of ocean. He bought two worn-out clothes from a farmer's house, changed his clothes covered with blood, dug a hole in the bamboo forest, and buried guns.

When the two of them approached the city gate, they saw the portrait of Dong Limao's reward was pasted at the city gate. There were many people standing at the city gate, waiting in line to search and enter the city.

"Company Commander, what should I do?" Gou Hao asked quietly.

Dong Limao was wise in a hurry, tilted his mouth and stretched half of his tongue out of his mouth, and asked Gou Hao: "Can you still see that it is my original appearance?"

Gou Hao couldn't help laughing. When he saw Dong Limao, his mouth was crooked and his eyes were slanted, and his muscles were still trembling slightly: "Not to mention the Imperial Army, even I can't recognize the company commander, you are the company commander."

Dong Limao then performed on the spot, and half of his body seemed to have a stroke, he held Gou Hao's shoulder and whispered: "We are nearby villagers, and we go to the city to see a doctor."

Gou Hao understood, so he supported Dong Limao and slowly moved towards the city gate. Dong Limao was still walking with saliva flowing in his mouth.

"Stop!" The two Imperial Army stopped Dong Limao and Gou Hao.

Dong Limao tilted his head, stretched his tongue, and looked at the two imperial army in panic, with his body tightly pressed against Gou Hao, as if he was frightened, and said something he couldn't understand even himself.

"My brother suddenly had a stroke in the middle of the night last night. I took him to the city to see the doctor." Gou Hao said with a smile on his face.

One of the Imperial Army approached, reached out and began to search, touched several oceans on Gou Hao, took them out and flipped in his palm, dodged and shouted, "Go in!"

"This master, that money is for my brother to treat his illness..." Gou Hao looked bitter and pretended to want to get the money back.

He slapped Gou Hao in the face and slapped him back: "Don't you want to enter the city, do you? Then get away!" The Imperial Army, who took Gou Hao's ocean, stared and said loudly.

Gou Hao had to lower his head aggrievedly and support Dong Limao to walk into the city gate, but he was secretly happy.

Dong Limao saw that his reward portraits were pasted everywhere on the walls of the streets and alleys in the city. I don’t know who painted them, but they were really realistic.

Of course, Dong Limao didn't know that this portrait was described by Nagaki Matsushita and was painted by a Japanese sketch court painter. How could it not be like it?

"I didn't expect that my life was only worth ten thousand oceans. The Japanese were too stingy." Dong Limao still limped and walked with a crooked mouth and slanted eyes, jokingly telling Gou Hao.

"Haha... Company Commander, it's not too little. In my life, I'm afraid I won't be able to save ten thousand dollars until I die." Gou Hao put his hand around Dong Limao's waist and said with a smile.

"You send me to the Japanese devils now, and you will be a ten thousand yuan household after coming out." Dong Limao looked at the few pedestrians on the street in a hurry, as if he was worried that he would be bitten by the Japanese devils if he walked slowly. At the doors of several shops, several people wearing cross-body shell guns were swaying, wearing black clothes, and looking at the pedestrians passing by on the street.

"Ten thousand oceans will make me unable to straighten my waist and turn into a dog with four legs lying on the ground. I have not done enough to behave as a human being. How could I bend my waist by money and bend it to be a dog!" Gou Hao also saw the Japanese dog legs.

"Oh... It's a pity that there are some Chinese people who don't do good people and want to be a dog! Otherwise, the Japanese devils would not have the chance to step into our borders half a step!" Dong Limao said with emotion. If he had traveled through time, he would not have such an idea. But after traveling through time, he saw what he had met and heard and encountered, which made him feel that living in his era was a bit sorry for his ancestors. Almost most of the Chinese were using electrical appliances produced by the Japanese devils and driving cars produced by the Japanese devils.

Although everyone shouted to boycott Japanese goods and pretended to be so patriotic, in the vanity of the inner world, they always thought about having a camera or digital camera produced by the Japanese devils. The living room of the home was equipped with a high-definition ultra-thin TV produced by the Japanese devils. They drove around with their family in a brand of car produced by the Japanese devils. Many parents with children even hoped to buy a Japanese devils for their children to produce an electronic game machine that specifically seduced their children into brain-dead...

Dong Limao felt deeply ashamed. He felt that he had traveled through time and was no different from the Japanese lackeys who now saw those who were wearing mullet guns and staring at his compatriots. From childhood to adulthood, the money he spent on the items produced by the Japanese devils was like helping the Japanese devils to create countless bullets, penetrating the hearts of many Chinese compatriots. From September 18, 1931 to August 1945, for more than a decade, his ancestors lived in the shame of the Japanese devils ravaged by the Japanese devils.

The Japanese devils plundered countless precious resources from the vast land of China and harmed countless lives. Decades later, what was even more sad was that the Japanese devils used their high-tech products to invade more than one billion Chinese people, allowing the descendants of the dragon to gradually forget the shame of their ancestors for more than ten years. At the same time, the Japanese devils respected their ancestors who had killed and looted more, believing that if they had not had the glorious past of their dead ancestors, they would not have been as today as they were in the East.

What a contrast this is, which is even greater than that of Dong Limao's traveling from a superior modern and peaceful living environment to a cruel killing war environment. It is almost incomparable. Dong Limao, who traveling through time, represents only an individual after all, and how can it be compared with the ideas of more than one billion Chinese people who are numbed by the high-tech products of the Japanese devils?

Of course, Gou Hao didn't know what Dong Limao was thinking, but he could feel Dong Limao's passionate heart beating. He was deeply attracted by this young man who was younger than him but could kill Japanese devils than him. He was willing to kill Japanese devils side by side with him, willing to obey his orders, and even he was willing to use his life to exchange for Dong Limao's eternal life.

The two of them did not enter through the gate of Longyan Building, but entered the yard where Wu Wei's family lived through the back door.

Wu Wei was busy at the counter. This time was the peak of lunch when guests were eating and drinking. A servant whispered to Wu Wei. He immediately handed over the work in his hand to someone else and hurried back to the backyard.

"Brother Gou, why are you here at Longling at this time?" Wu Wei was a little panicked and asked when he saw Gou Hao. He did not recognize the other one, Dong Limao.

In order not to let Wu Wei's servants recognize him, Dong Limao always kept his stroke. When he saw Wu Wei, he returned to his original appearance: "Oh, I'm so tired. I didn't expect that pretending to have a stroke is more tiring than killing the Japanese."

"Brother Jiacheng... it turned out to be..." Wu Wei was even more surprised and quickly closed the door: "There are portraits of you everywhere in the city. Now the Japanese regard you as the primary wanted criminal. Those who want to make a fortune want to kill you. They want to raise their heads to get rewards from the Japanese. You are too brave!"

"Haha... Shopkeeper Wu doesn't want to take my head to receive the reward, right?" Dong Limao said jokingly, staring at Wu Wei.

"Look at what you said, if I want to receive the reward, if you don't come, I will find a way to let you come to see me." Wu Wei raised his face, glared at Dong Limao, and then asked in a low voice: "Isn't it going to make a big fuss in Longling City again this time, right?"

"It's not that serious. Japanese people won't make the same mistake twice." Dong Limao sat down, picked up the teacup and drank the tea and asked, "Shopkeeper Wu, after the last time he made a big fuss in Longling City, has anyone come to you? A man with a Sichuan accent."

"You are asking my fellow villager." Wu Wei replied: "He has lived here for more than half a month. He is also yours?" Wu Wei asked strangely.

Dong Limao did not answer Wu Wei's words, but continued to ask: "Where has he been?"

"He said he went to Myanmar to buy opium, and said he would come back to live in half a month. But most of the month has passed and I was still worried about him before he came back." Wu Wei frowned and asked again: "Brother Jiacheng, is he really yours?"

Dong Limao put down the teacup in his hand, smiled and said, "That's right." He stood up, walked to the window, looked out and asked, "Can we still live with you?"

"Of course, but you can't show your face. My friend and maid, it's better not to let them see your true face. After you came last time, a few guys saw the portraits posted on the street and secretly discussed it privately, saying that the person looked very similar to a merchant who once lived here. Fortunately, they were just talking." Wu Wei said with some concern.

"Don't worry, we will leave after we finish our business. In Longling City, we really have no place to go except Manager Wu." Dong Limao believed in Wu Wei.

"As long as I can do something for the fight against Japan, it doesn't matter if I was caught by the Japanese and chopped my head. What I worry about is you. The reputation of Brother Jiacheng's heroic killing of the Japanese has spread widely among the people of Longling City. They regard you as Erlang Shen descending to earth and waving a machete in his hand. When the Japanese devils see you, they will pee their pants." Wu Wei said with a smile on his face.

"Haha..." Dong Limao was really proud of being praised as a mythical character. What else can you be proud of than this?

"Shopkeeper Wu, our company commander has suffered a gunshot wound. Please find a reliable doctor to help him take out the bullet, otherwise..." Gou Hao was still anxious about the injury to Dong Limao's left arm. He knew that Dong Limao would not say it himself, so he had to speak.

Before Gou Hao finished speaking, Dong Limao interrupted him and said, "No need to find a doctor. Manager Wu will find me some cigarette paste later. Gou Hao, use a knife to help me get the bullet."
Chapter completed!