Chapter 611 Under the iron hoof (two more, ask for a monthly pass!)

   "Come here admiringly!"

  "I rely on this update as suddenly as I learned that my wife was pregnant when I was on a business trip in Africa last year!"

  "Thank you for setting up an update reminder, otherwise you will have to wait until the day after tomorrow you have seen the sand sculptures before you know that it is over!"

"Break up with my girlfriend, I just clicked in to see you idiots when I was sad. I didn’t expect to see the update! Fuck, thank my ex-girlfriend! If it wasn’t for your idiot to break up with me, I almost missed the finale. !"

  As a sand sculpture in the comment area flew up, the last part of the plot of "Ling" officially began;

   To undertake the plot of the third act.

  Lai Xiaoyue received a letter from her junior sister Xiaodouzi. After receiving the letter, she packed up her things overnight and fled the capital.

  At the same time, Yamamoto, who took off his suit and put on a military uniform, "knocked on" the door of the married squad with the wolf-like Japanese soldiers.

  The door smashed by the gun **** hung crookedly on the porch, and the camera slowly moved up from a pair of shiny leather boots, giving an interior view of the courtyard of the married class.

   Twenty or so apprentices in shabby clothes are hiding in the main room, with fear in their exposed eyes.

  In the yard, Yu Wenshan, who was obviously older, stood quietly in the night.

Seeing the owner of the leather boots standing opposite, he squatted slightly, and said perfunctorily: "Hey, isn't this Mr. Yamamoto. It's midnight, our family class hasn't been on show recently, so why did he visit the door in person? Up?"

  The lens stretches slowly, giving the middle shot of the yard and Yamamoto’s face.

  Compared with the elegance and kindness before, Yamamoto’s face is now a bit more energetic.

   "Yusang, long time no see."

   "Don't dare to talk for a long time, the last time Mr. Yamamoto went to the Hui Cuilou to listen to a play, it was just over a year ago."

  Looking at the Japanese soldier who was still smelling of gunpowder outside the door, Wenshan’s slick smile added something special: "I didn't expect to see Mr. Yamamoto again so soon."

   caught the things in Yu Wenshan’s expression, and Yamamoto laughed loudly: “Yu Sang, there’s an old saying in China that you have friends from afar to say goodbye, but now you see me, you don’t seem to be happy?”

  Faced with the question that Yamamoto pressed against his face, Yu Wenshan did not answer.

  With a pair of losing his kindness, he stared at Yu Wenshan with his high eyes for a long time, and Yamamoto stood up straight and smiled.

"Yu Sang, the Imperial Japanese Army has cleared away the remnants of the Pingjin garrison. The blueprint of ***** has taken a solid step! However, the continuous wars seem to make the people of Pingjin a little afraid of our Japanese Imperial Army. . So I plan to organize a concert to promote the great wishes of my majesty the Emperor, and to improve the understanding of my local gentry and celebrities of the Japanese Imperial Army."

   "Yeah, this is a big battle."

  Hearing Yamamoto’s thoughts, Yu Wenshan frowned.

  Yu Wenshan’s Gu left and right talked about him, and made Yamamoto smile: "Yu Sang is not going to ask, why am I here for you?"

   "I don't know this."

   "I plan to let you get married and attend this grand ceremony!"

   "That's not a dare to be, our family class is not well-known Kun class, but can not be able to board such a classy hall."

"No, no, no, more than a year ago, as the representative of Beijing and Tianjin, Mr. Lai Xiaoyue sang in front of the gentry in the capital, "Beat the Drums against the Golden Mountain", which really impressed me. Yu Sang, I don’t know Lai Xiao Is Mr. Yue in there?"

   Yamamoto smiled more and more brilliantly, but he cast his gaze on the hall, but became gloomy.

   But immediately, a crouching figure moved a step and stood in front of him.

"Hey, you said Xiaoyue! Alas, my apprentice has a bad life. Soon after the performance in the Huicui Building, the wind chill ruined his throat. If we can't sing, it's useless for our married class to keep it. Dismissed. You have to ask me where she is, so I don’t know. Maybe I went to his father? To say that Xiaoyue’er’s father is really not a thing. Xiaoyue’s 13th year was for the sake of mouth. Da Yan sold this child to our family class. Although the child’s voice was ruined, he was still ostentatious. If he ran to his father, he would be replaced by a dowry. Poor child, only twenty. "

  Yu Wenshan babbled endlessly, the smile on Yamamoto's face disappeared.

  Without the kind Yamamoto on his face, it seems that the temperature in the yard has dropped a few degrees!

  A dead silence filled the courtyard of the married class.

  At this time, there was a patter of footsteps outside the door.

   Immediately afterwards, a thin and thin figure of a small second got into the yard like feathers.

  "Master! I'll return"

  With a clear and bright childish voice, I was surprised by the Japanese soldiers standing in the courtyard.

  The little bean who broke in suddenly attracted Yamamoto's gaze on Wenshan's face.

  He smiled.

   "Child, you, come here."

  He put a kind smile on his face again, and Yamamoto beckoned to the little bean who returned from the letter.

   But looking at Yamamoto, who was wearing a khaki military uniform and carrying a gun box around his waist, Xiaodouzi looked at Yu Wenshan in fear, and did not move.

   Seeing the running sweaty little beanie gulping his saliva, watching the two battles of Japanese soldiers in the yard, Yu Wenshan was anxious.

   "You kid!"

  Three steps and two steps together, he grabbed Xiaodouzi's arm and raised his hand with two slaps.

   "Everyone said that the soldiers outside are in chaos, not letting you run, let you not hear! Let you not hear!"

  When Yu Wenshan's third slap was about to fall, a hand with white gloves blocked Xiaodouzi's head.

The owner of   hand is naturally Yamamoto.

   "Yu Sang, children are often greedy for fun. Why are they angry?"

  In Wenshan's tense gaze, Yamamoto pushed hard and pushed his hand away. Then, he took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and squatted in front of Xiaodouzi.

   "Here, kid."

  Looking at the little bean with big sweat dripping on his forehead, turning a blind eye to the chocolate handed in front of him, Yamamoto arched his hand.

  "Here, sugar, sweet, eat! Play!"

   Xiaodouzi shook his head.

   Seeing the hostility and vigilance on his face, Yamamoto smiled helplessly.

He silently put the chocolate back into his pocket, unbuttoned the button on the gun box, and pulled out the **** shell inside. Yu Wenshan's widened eyes gracefully loaded it up and aimed it at Xiaodouzi's forehead. .

   "Grandma! He is still a child! He didn't mess with you!"

  Yu Wenshan rushed forward, but was placed on the ground with a gun **** by the Japanese soldier on the side.

   Click.

   Regardless of Yu Wenshan's scolding behind him, Yamamoto pulled the trigger.

  Little Douzi shivered fiercely and peeed on his pants.

  But embarrassingly, the gunfire did not sound.

  Looking at Xiaodouzi who was still alive in front of him, and then at the gun in his hand, Yamamoto frowned suspiciously.

  He handed the gun in his hand to a guard on the side. After receiving the gun, the latter skillfully returned the bullet stuck in the barrel, and then handed it back to him.

  Looking at the reloaded pistol, Yamamoto smiled kindly and pointed the muzzle at Xiaodouzi again.

   "I'm really sorry, killing, I'm not used to it yet, it shocked you."

Snapped!

  A gunshot resounded through the courtyard of the married class.

  Following the small beans with their eyes wide open, they fell straight to the ground, and there was a sob that could no longer be suppressed in the hall next to them. Yu Wenshan's cheeks stretched like steel bars on the ground, and a trace of blood dripped from the corners of his mouth.

  Returning the pistol into the gun case, Yamamoto turned around.

   "Yu Sang, this time I want to listen to a more festive scene. You can do it, right?"

  Slightly bowed to Yu Wenshan, and Yamamoto left the yard with the guards.

  On the ground full of military boot shoe prints, Yu Wenshan moved on his knees to Xiaodouzi's side.

  He silently picked up the body that was still warm, but no longer alive.

"what!!!!"

  A stern cry, piercing the night sky.

   "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

  With the end of the first plot of the finale, as Li Shixin, who is holding the corpse in the screen, howls in the sky, the barrage has been annihilated by the anger of the audience!

  (End of this chapter)