Rise From Eight Hundred

Crow, I feel like I'm about to be turned into a roast duck.

The reason why Zhuang Shisan didn't retreat back to the city was not because he wanted to stay in the houses and fight the Japanese.

He wasn't stupid. Everyone had run away. What's the point of him wanting revenge or staying here to fight the Japanese?

However, when the unlucky kid was running away with more than a dozen of his men carrying several wounded soldiers, he suddenly found that he had lost an extremely important thing.

Two of the yellow croakers that Crow regarded as treasures were lost.

After thinking carefully, it should be that when he went to the burning armored vehicle to grab the "corpse" of Wang Laoshi, the unlucky kid, he was anxious and threw the yellow croaker that was carefully wrapped with cloth and inserted in his belt as a grenade.

It doesn't matter whether it exploded or not. What's important is that the subconscious told Crow that it was safe at that time.

That's probably the typical case of the Republic of China version of using money to kill you!

Finally remembering this detail, Crow angrily gave Wang Laoshi, who was still groaning on the stretcher, a slap on the head. If it wasn't for this bastard, how could his yellow croaker be lost.

Innocent Wang Laoshi was caught in the crossfire.

Then, he ordered his subordinates to continue to run away with the wounded, and Crow decided to turn around and look for his own yellow croaker alone. It was not that he wanted money but not his life, but that those yellow croakers were his gift to marry her. Even if she was gone, as long as the gift was there, she was still in his heart, and he felt more at ease.

If even these were gone, he was afraid that the only connection with her would disappear just like that.

In the final analysis, this was Crow's greatest obsession. Before he died, he didn't want to forget her.

With her in his heart, he could continue to muster up the courage to fight the Japanese without fear of death.

Then, it took a long time for Crow to find the yellow croaker that he had thrown into the house across the street. When he ran hundreds of meters and was more than two hundred meters away from the city that represented safety, the Japanese artillery fire fell.

The rising fireballs mixed with light green poison gas made the crow look desperately at the city defenses being blocked again.

There was no way out.

If he wanted to live, he could only find a place to hide.

The crow knew that if he stayed in the house, he would be roasted by the incendiary bombs that exploded huge fireballs sooner or later. Staying in the cellar was not safe either, as he would either be roasted to death or suffocated to death by the poison gas.

As the saying goes, a wise man is born in a hurry. He looked around blindly in panic and finally found the only way to survive.

The most famous temple in Songjiang City, Xilin Temple.

It is not that Xilin Temple, blessed by the Buddha, is a copper wall and iron wall that cannot be burned by fire or smoked.

But there is a pagoda in the main courtyard of Xilin Temple, which is 30 meters high and is located in the temple. The surrounding houses are still a certain distance away from it. If you stay on it, as long as you are not particularly unlucky and hit by a Japanese artillery, the chance of survival should be much higher than staying on the ground.

Now Crow is on this pagoda, which is almost the highest point in Songjiang City, staring at the entire block.

At least one-fifth of the houses outside the city were set on fire by the Japanese army's terrible incendiary bombs, including the land where he was. A large number of wooden structures in the Zen temple were emitting thick smoke and spewing flames, so that Crow, who was 30 meters high in the air, could feel the terrible high temperature caused by the intense burning.

His hair had become curly, and his military uniform had been taken off because he couldn't stand the heat. The shirtless young man was covered with oil and sweat.

During the 20 minutes when the fire started, Crow felt that he would sooner or later become a roast duck, the kind that sizzled with oil.

Fortunately, the Buddha appeared again.

There was a continuous drizzle in the sky, wet and cold, and it actually suppressed the fire that was about to burn.

"Amitabha! Buddha bless! I was scared to death." A shiny little head poked his head out, looked at the gradually extinguished fire under the pagoda, and put his palms together to express his sincere praise for the old Buddha.

"The Buddha can make the Dragon King rain down to put out the fire, but that doesn't mean he can help you block bullets. You little bastard who doesn't obey military orders, hide well." The crow, who looked outside through the cracks in the pagoda stone, slapped the little bald head on the head in anger. "Also, do you think the Buddha is seeing you as a fake?"

"You said I'm a bastard? Humph! Without me, you'd probably be cooked by now." The little bald head who had not received the precepts rolled his eyes in anger. "Maybe the old Buddha thinks I have wisdom and is here to save me."

But his body was very honest and hid the bald head that had been exposed.

The crow...

But there was no way to refute it.

What the little bald head said was the truth. Without this fake, the crow might have been roasted before he could reach the pagoda.

The crow, who has hurriedly chosen the best place to avoid incendiary bombs and poison gas bombs, did not run directly to Xilin Temple.

Instead, he returned to his original hiding place and carried the ammunition and weapons that he had to abandon because he had to carry the wounded.

He had a hunch that the Japanese would enter the fire scene to search after the shelling was over and the fire was slightly smaller. If he could escape this catastrophe by chance, he might not be able to escape the Japanese bullets. The burned-down streets could no longer provide him with enough space to move around as before.

Then he would fight the devils.

It was undoubtedly a foolish dream to fight the Japanese with only a Mauser pistol and a few magazines on him. Therefore, when Crow returned to his hiding place, he carried a light machine gun, two Hanyang rifles of his dead brothers, 10 grenades and the remaining 300 rounds of bullets issued by the light machine gun, and regarded himself as Rambo in the security group.

Although the 40-jin load made the crow's movements far less agile than usual, he relied on his familiarity with the road and good luck to make it to Xilin Temple 300 meters away in the artillery fire.

However, after entering the temple gate, the crow used up his good luck.

An incendiary bomb exploded at the temple wall. The blue brick wall blocked the sparks, but did not block the air waves.

The shock wave rushed in and directly rolled up the crow and flew to the door of the hall and knocked him unconscious.

According to the normal operation, the crow that was blown away at the door of the hall would be either suffocated to death by poison gas or roasted by the fire in ten minutes, and it would still be fragrant.

Fortunately, this is the territory of the Buddha.

A person who should not have been here rushed out of the hall and woke up the crow with a basin of water.

The confused Crow had no time to ask the 13- or 14-year-old bald boy why he didn't leave. He violently knocked the basin from his hand, stopping his unrealistic idea of ​​bringing water to put out the burning fire. He picked up the guns and bullets that fell on the ground, kicked open the wooden door under the pagoda, and climbed up the stairs to the top of the pagoda.

Then, the two watched the overwhelming incendiary bombs hit the temple. Even the golden body of the Buddha could not stop this man-made disaster. The temple and the surrounding houses were all on fire. The light green smoke scattered on the ground like a ghost as the shells continued to explode.

The boy with a small bald head looked at the main hall and the side hall that were constantly burning, with a look of grief on his face.

Although Wu Ya did not believe in Buddhism before, all the monks of Xilin Temple, from the abbot to the wandering monks, were "courteously escorted" out of the temple by the security team the afternoon before yesterday. However, when he was about to die, someone jumped out to save him. This made him feel a little guilty towards the old Buddha who was still practicing golden body in the raging fire.

He maintained enough respect for the bald boy in his teens who wanted to put out the fire in the midst of the gunfire.

But soon, when Wu Ya asked the little bald boy why he stayed in the temple, his eyes began to become erratic, and his words were also hesitant. He said that he finished the evening class too late the day before, and slept in the meditation room. When he woke up, everyone was gone, and he hid in the depths of the temple in panic.

These lies may be okay to deceive upright gentlemen, but in front of an old man like Wu Ya who makes a living by cheating, it is simply showing off his sword in front of Guan Gong.

"Don't think you saved me, but there is no human relationship in wartime. Anyone who may become a spy for the devils will be executed. At worst, I will return your life to you after I finish beating the Japanese."

Looking at the sneer on the corner of Crow's mouth and his "ferocious" action of tapping the box gun on his waist, the little bald man's psychological defense finally collapsed.

Crow finally saw a guy who was more desperate for money than himself.

It was none other than the little guy named Xia Dayu in front of him.

He was not a little monk at all. The reason why he had a bald head was just to have an identity that could be explained after being caught by the soldiers.

This guy had been thinking about making "national disaster money" since he organized the city's retreat in Songjiang.

Of course, this kid was not targeting the houses with closed doors. In his words, whether the owner was at home or not, it was stealing, and he was not a thief.

He was targeting Xilin Temple, which had a wishing pool, and there were many copper and silver coins left by pilgrims. The monks could not take them away when they retreated.

He borrowed from the Buddha, not stole. He had said this in front of the Buddha. When he grew up and became rich, he would return the money tenfold.

Who knew that Xia Dayu, who had even designed his hairstyle, still made a mistake. On the first night, he secretly took a lot of the silver and copper coins in the wishing pool. However, before he left, the 3rd Battalion of the Security Regiment regarded this place as a stronghold and an infantry platoon moved in.

So, Xia Dayu, the unlucky child who took more than a dozen silver coins from the Buddha, could only hide in the heavy veil behind the Buddha's golden body. He was hungry for a whole day and night, and almost became a real monk who accompanied the ancient Buddha with a green lamp.

Until all the members of the security group evacuated, the hungry thief "Shanmi" was originally planning to search the temple to see if the Buddha had any valuable things left.

As a result, this crisis happened.

As for the anguish on his face just now, it was because there might be valuable things that would be burned.

Really, it was so painful!

I'm convinced!

Crow was really upset at that time.