Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

With the huge roar of steam, the train gradually accelerated and soon left the city station behind.

As the armed militiamen on duty gradually disappeared from his sight, Li Weijun's expression changed slightly.

He pretended to be reading a book with his head down, but in fact his eyes kept scanning the crowded and jostling passers-by.

As there were many passengers coming from the previous station and there were many people talking, the already cramped carriage inevitably became a commotion.

The middle-aged men who had been targeted earlier tiptoed into the crowd, looking around restlessly for something.

As if he noticed Li Weijun's gaze, the burly man with a long horse face and a scar on his face snorted coldly, his face showing a fierce look.

Li Weijun scoffed at this verbal threat.

Not to mention anything else, if he hadn't taken into consideration the large number of people around, the wooden-handled grenades in Li Weijun's personal space alone would have been enough to give these idiots a hard time.

According to Li Weijun's observation of this group of uninvited guests, there were three or four people in total, led by the burly man with scar. Except for the short and fat man at the back who looked honest, had wrinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiled.

The remaining two or three people in the middle, carrying bulging cloth bags, all looked young men around eighteen or nineteen years old.

Their faces were so childish and pale that they even walked with fear, holding the cloth bag tightly.

His disappointing appearance caused the burly man with the scar to kick and scold him.

After this group of people entered the carriage, they sat at the rear of the carriage near the window and chatted about something.

He looked like an ordinary farmer who couldn't buy a hard seat. Only when he was not paying attention did a gleam of light appear in the corner of his eyes.

"Li Weijun, why are you always staring at them? Do they have something on their faces?"

Just as Li Weijun was thinking about the real purpose of this group of guys so that he could be prepared for any response.

Jiang Xifeng, who was full and satisfied, glared at Zheng Wooden Block in displeasure.

Thanks to me for asking Li Huaide to buy a ticket to Shanghai overnight. I got up early, rushed to catch the train, and accompanied him all the way.

As a result, this enemy who had taken him to watch sunsets and camping in the wild, and who had a romantic plot all his life, has become a vegetarian monk.

He was pretending to be asleep so obviously that he almost fell into Li Weijun's arms, but he didn't move at all.

Could it be that I didn't apply rouge and powder properly?

Or today's outfit of glass stockings and floral long skirt is not to Li Weijun's liking.

This shouldn't be the case. This guy kept staring at his legs the whole way. How could he become so indifferent so quickly?

Li Weijun also had his difficulties in explaining Jiang Xifeng's confusion. He couldn't just say that his intuition told him that the group of dusty men at the rear of the train might be robbers climbing onto the train.

Not only would it be a joke if it was groundless, but Li Weijun would not be able to bear the consequences of being accused of destroying the feelings of the peasant brothers.

He could only perfunctorily take out the pancakes that Qin Huairu had baked from his bag and said, "Eat, keep eating, you're welcome, there are still several in the bag, enough to last us until we get to Shanghai."

"Eat, eat, eat, you only know how to eat! You can keep these cakes for yourself, I don't want them. You really treat me like a pig, eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating!"

Seeing Li Weijun's answer so nonchalant, Jiang Xifeng was so angry that her nose almost got crooked. She stamped her feet, snorted coldly, and prepared to go to the toilet at the back of the car.

As if they saw someone approaching, the men who were whispering in a circle suddenly stopped talking and looked at the angry Jiang Xifeng with vigilance and suspicion.

But Jiang Xifeng walked straight to the toilet without looking around.

However, they didn't think much about it and continued to chat about something with their heads down.

Although Li Weijun's hearing was significantly enhanced, he was five or six meters away, and the noisy environment around him interfered.

I just vaguely heard the scarred burly man say, "Be honest and stop having so many wicked thoughts."

For a moment, Li Weijun really couldn't figure out what this group of people were planning.

However, the only thing that can be confirmed is that this group of people is definitely not alone, and the remaining accomplices have not arrived yet.

The burly man with the scar looked anxiously through the window, obviously waiting for another group of people.

Just as Li Weijun was thinking about how to deal with the situation, Jiang Xifeng, who had just finished using the toilet, came back pretending to be calm.

As soon as he sat down, his face turned pale and he said tremblingly: "Li Weijun, I hid in the back and saw that the group of people had pistols, box guns, and more than one Mauser pistol hidden in their sleeves, and their bags were bulging. Could they be grenades? Tell me, are these people really robbers?"

"Shotgun?"

After all, a good father will have a good daughter. Seeing Jiang Xifeng being able to find out military intelligence while going to the toilet and even report the specific model to him, Li Weijun was speechless for a moment.

It seems that I underestimated the ferocity of these guys. I thought the conditions were harsh and that at most they had some daggers, axes or something like that hidden in their sleeves and trouser legs.

Who would have thought that even pistols and box guns would be made?

I should have known that although the control is not so strict in this era, the militia in each village is equipped with live ammunition and has to conduct training every once in a while.

But what is rampant are the spears. Who would be so bold as to walk around with a spear in public?

Only a few guards and cadres are equipped with pistols, which are more concealed.

When not in use, tuck it around your waist and cover it with a shirt. Who would have thought there was a powerful weapon inside?

When the person is not paying attention, Bill bill bill, shoot randomly.

Even if Li Weijun needed it for work, he only received a Hanyang photo from the security department of the steel rolling mill.

In this narrow space, a long gun has no advantage over a short gun.

Not to mention that the other side has more people and more power, even if Li Weijun's boxing skills are extraordinary.

If you are not careful and get hit by a hidden gun, you will be finished.

No, this matter needs to be considered carefully.

Li Weijun calmed down the somewhat flustered Jiang Xifeng and asked her to quietly go to the train conductor to report, and preferably lead the military and police on the train to come up with a foolproof plan.

To prevent the city gate from catching fire and damaging the fish in the pond.

This group of bad guys were able to get such powerful firepower, it was obvious that they were not easy to deal with.

If the enemy gets desperate and the train blows up, the consequences will be disastrous.

After Jiang Xifeng calmed down, she was about to go find the train conductor.

But out of the corner of my eye I noticed that the burly man with the scar on his face glanced over here intentionally or unintentionally.

As if he had noticed something, he put his hands into the bag with a tense expression.

Jiang Xifeng coughed lightly, stood up suddenly, and in front of the surprised gazes of many passengers, slapped Li Weijun fiercely.

"Shame on you!"

"Having me is not enough. You are so entangled with that slut. Life is unbearable. I will get a divorce certificate from you when you get off the car. We will get divorced! We will have nothing to do with each other anymore!"