The monk was feeling proud at that time, when suddenly his crotch felt cold, and there were two more holes in his pants on the inner thighs.

Without thinking, he yelled: "Damn Xiao Dongbei, how did you beat him..."

Before the word "gun" was uttered, he caught a glimpse of a corpse lying under the horse's hooves, with blood dripping from his head and a cannon in his hand, with the muzzle pointing in his direction.

After listening again, several bandits shouted towards the corpse: "Second Master! Second Master..."

Then the monk realized that he had been fooled. The guy named Qing was the lynx, and he had almost lost his life just now due to the trick of tricking the tiger away from the mountain.

A burst of cold sweat broke out on the monk's back.

Thanks to Xiao Dongbei's shot, otherwise he would have capsized in the gutter and had no chance to stand up.

These damn little thieves are actually playing tricks on me...

The monk's heart was so fierce that he knocked down several of them one after another with a few "bang bang" shots.

The other bandits hurriedly shouted:

"Comrade, comrade... we are from Heiyun Village, and we are about to recruit the Eighth Route Army!"

"We are in the same group, our own people!"

"We surrender, surrender... No prisoners will be killed on the Eighth Route Army!"

…

This made it difficult for the monk to start, so he had to order angrily: "Pile the weapons on one side, line them up at the other end and squat down!"

By the time Wang Xuexin came up, all the bandits had their hands tied behind their backs.

Wang Xuexin made a rough calculation and found that six of them, including Shan Maozi, were taken down. Two of them were still a little angry and groaning, but the seven captives were fine at all.

The monk took the box of cannons from Shan Maozi's hand and said "Yo": "Damn it, twenty cannons, not bad!"

After saying that, he searched the body again and took out the magazine and the box. He turned around and handed it to Wang Xuexin: "Here, keep it for self-defense!"

Wang Xuexin was not polite and continued generously.

He was in need of a box cannon, especially since he couldn't use a long gun in the tunnel, where box cannons ruled the world.

The monk showed the bullet holes in his pants and asked: "Is your shooting skill accurate or is it just luck? What if you hit me?"

Wang Xuexin replied nonchalantly: "You're a monk anyway, so you don't need it! It's still a burden to keep him!"

"Didn't you see that I have returned to secular life?" The monk replied unconvincedly while searching the bandit's body: "I still hope to get a wife!"

"Sure!" Wang Xuexin replied: "It was my fault this time... I missed the target, aim a little closer next time!"

The monk had a look of despair...

Perhaps they had just robbed a group of people in the village. The bandits had quite a lot of things on them, including silver dollars, French currency, jewelry, worthless shoes, tobacco and other items.

Wang Xuexin and the monk piled these things into a pile and placed them on the ground.

The monk asked: "What to do with these things? And those..."

The monk raised his head towards the trembling prisoners lined up in a row, lowered his voice and said: "Damn it, they just said they were waiting to recruit the Eighth Route Army, and they said they were one of our own. If we take them back,

, 80% of them join the army without doing anything else. Isn’t this an advantage for them?”

Wang Xuexin nodded.

The monk is right. What these people are doing now is normal, because they are still bandits. Once the documents are officially compiled, they will forget about it. All the mistakes they made in the past will not be counted. Today's matter will become "

past".

Wang Xuexin felt that this was inappropriate.

Because the bandits are thinking of grabbing a little more before joining the Eighth Route Army, they have no intention of changing their ways and taking the right path.

If you join the army in the future, you will either make a living or become a deserter, or you will become a traitor. If you stay, you will be a disaster.

"What are your plans?" Wang Xuexin kicked the ball to the monk.

"Let's find a place..." The monk raised his knife and said, "They are still bandits anyway!"

"That won't work!" Wang Xuexin said: "Although they are bandits, they have surrendered. We have discipline and cannot kill prisoners!"

The monk said "cut": "You are still trying to teach me about discipline. If you insist on discipline, can we still be here?"

"That's different!" Wang Xuexin replied seriously: "Aren't we here for a horse ride? We happened to bump into each other. We can't ignore the bandits bullying our fellow villagers!"

The monk was stunned for a moment by these words, and it took him a long time to react: "Okay, you said everything, you just have to say it! Then what do you say? Let's just let it go?"

Wang Xuexin said sincerely: "I say monk, our Eighth Route Army does have disciplines not to kill prisoners, but it doesn't say that fellow villagers can't be killed? The fellow villagers were robbed by bandits, and they hate these bandits deeply. They suffer so much and hate them so much that they start.

It’s neither light nor heavy, there are only two of us, we can’t stop it even if we want to!”

The monk stared blankly at Wang Xuexin with his mouth half open. He said "Oh" for a long time, then nodded heavily, patted Wang Xuexin on the shoulder and said: "Damn, what do you say makes sense! Isn't that right?

Is that what happened?”

As he spoke, he stopped at the head of the village and shouted loudly to the village: "Fellows in Dazhai Village, don't be afraid! We are the Eighth Route Army, and the bandits have been caught by us! Anyone who has been robbed should come and claim it. If there is anything with the bandits,

Damn it...there are only two of us, but we can't stop you!"

I'll go! Wang Xuexin cursed in his heart, "Who the hell can say that? Can't you be more subtle?"

The fellow villagers couldn't believe it at first. A few brave people poked their heads outside and saw that it was indeed the Eighth Route Army in military uniforms. They immediately shouted with joy:

"It's a comrade from the Eighth Route Army. It's really the Eighth Route Army!"

"They caught the bandits!"

"Good guy, two young comrades captured more than a dozen bandits!"

…

After a while, the fellow villagers came out in groups, men, women, old and young, holding poles and hoes, holding hatchets and wooden sticks, even children had them in their hands.

Holding bamboo whips, they gathered around and greeted the bandits one by one, cursing and shouting.

The bandits screamed for mercy and asked Wang Xuexin and the monk for help:

"Comrades of the Eighth Route Army, we are also the Eighth Route Army, and we will join the Eighth Route Army now!"

"Comrade, save us... we don't dare to do it anymore!"

…

Wang Xuexin and the monk turned around, lit each other's cigarettes, and puffed away at each other while talking to each other:

"Look, there are hundreds of villagers here! How can we save them?"

"That's right, we can't point a gun at my fellow countrymen, right?"

"It must not be done! It is a mistake to point a gun at fellow villagers! We are the people's army and we cannot do this!"

"So...what happens to them has nothing to do with us!"

"It must be okay! We also want to save him, but there is nothing we can do!"

"Whoever doesn't want to save his mother's grandson!"
Chapter completed!