Rise From Eight Hundred

In the silent onlookers of hundreds of people.

The little Taoist priest wearing a navy blue robe, with his eyes wrapped in white cloth, stood quietly on the field, his hands hanging by his side.

Everything seemed extremely quiet, as if it were a completely different world from the bustling street not far away.

He could only pretend to be calm and gently shake the wooden stick in his hand above the head of the army sergeant, with the soft sound of the copper bell rippling.

No one dared to rush the little Taoist priest who was motionless. This kind of knife-throwing stunt was beyond the scope of performance. If he missed it, it would lead to catastrophe.

Not to mention this kind of wartime, even in peacetime, killing or wounding a soldier is basically a death penalty. Some people who are afraid of trouble have quietly stayed away.

But human nature that is keen on curiosity makes more people choose to stay and wait for miracles to happen.

After 30 seconds of this suffocating silence, the sergeant finally couldn't stand it anymore and simply broke the jar and said: "Little Taoist priest, are you so good at it? If not, I won't accompany you..."

The little Taoist priest's answer was straightforward.

Raise your arms!

Within two seconds, four bright sword lights flashed by!

There were four darts stuck on the wooden board that was no wider than an adult's hand.

Two-handed throwing knives are more difficult than the previous one-handed darts. In addition, blindfolding and the legendary position identification by listening to sounds combine to form an incredible miracle.

The Army sergeant obviously hadn't realized that the miracle had happened, and was still shaking the wooden stick in his hand instinctively.

"Okay!" The crowd of onlookers was quiet for a few seconds before letting out a thunderous cheer.

Only then did the Army sergeant subconsciously look above his head and found that all four darts were stuck in the wooden board.

Putting down the wooden stick, he used his hand to pull out the dart. The thick muscles on his forearm bulged before he pulled out the dart. Only then did he see that the dart had penetrated the board three to four centimeters.

The Army sergeant had a look of shock on his face. As a soldier, he knew exactly what this meant.

Ever since a young Taoist priest dared to blindly shoot a flying knife while blindfolding his eyes, his soldier's intuition told him that the accuracy would most likely be accurate, and his fearful look was most likely just an act to cheer up the young Taoist priest.

The army sergeant who retreated here from the battlefield has been in Xuzhou City for several days. Naturally, he has seen too much about the suffering of more than 50,000 to 60,000 refugees in the city, but he is just a small soldier, so what can he do?

It was rare to see a person from outside the country willing to put on a show to save the refugees, so he naturally tried his best to help. A piece of silver was not enough to attract others, so he was more willing to risk his own life to use it as a prop for the little Taoist priest. He also believed that the little Taoist priest could tell.

No matter how accurate the aim is, if there is not enough strength, it is just a playful skill, but if enough strength is added, it is a typical killing skill.

Even such a thick elm board can penetrate three to four centimeters, but what about the human body? Within a distance of twenty meters, there is enough lethality.

Isn't this what the commander calls a master of cold weapons? As the most elite unit of the independent battalion, they not only have accurate marksmanship, but also must be able to become the most ferocious killing weapon in close-range unarmed combat.

But relatively speaking, training a cold weapon master is much more difficult than training a gunner. At least in the current independent battalion, no one can meet the requirements of the commander.

Unexpectedly, the superior asked him to enter Xuzhou City in advance to find large trading houses such as horse markets and grain stores and inquire about the market conditions. He found such a big treasure. His mind was so excited that the army sergeant felt hot inside.

However, the excitement in his heart did not show on his face at all, and he shouted boldly: "Okay!" and threw the two pieces of silver in his purse into the hands of the refugee holding a bamboo basket.

Seeing the sergeant's generosity, although most of the onlookers were short of money, they still took some copper coins and threw them into the bamboo baskets. Several soldiers followed the example of their colleagues and threw silver coins.

After a while, there were more than a dozen silver coins, more than a dozen French coins, and copper coins covering the bottom of the bamboo basket.

The eyes of the refugees who were originally invited to serve as caretakers flashed with surprise and desire. For them, it was life-saving money. They could buy at least two to three hundred kilograms of grain. Unexpectedly, the little Taoist priest only needed a performance to complete the task.

"Thank you for your support, Xiaodao is very grateful!" Mingxin also solemnly made a Taoist salute to the people and soldiers outside the venue to express her gratitude.

One performance raised more than 20 silver dollars, which was far beyond Mingxin's estimate.

The crowd dispersed, but the Army sergeant who stood quietly outside the crowd did not leave. Mingxin gave him a distant look, called the thin man in charge of collecting money, and whispered to him to take ten people to collect all the money. All the money was used to buy grain, and each person was divided into half a catty as promised. The rest was cooked into rice porridge, which should be thicker, and distributed to the refugees who knew about it.

If it is done well, there will be more tomorrow, otherwise, it will only be this meal.

The thin man's face was originally sallow, but now his face was flushed with excitement. He patted his chest and promised that he would fulfill the Taoist master's arrangements and never let down the Taoist master's love.

After everyone had dispersed, Mingxin walked towards the army sergeant who was waiting for him quietly: "Sir, I have to thank you for your help today. Otherwise, Xiaodao's first time doing a show in his life would never go so smoothly."

"Little Taoist priest, how can you hide your good skills like this? I'm waiting for you because I want to invite you to join my battalion on behalf of my commander and go into battle to kill the Japanese. How can you do that?" The Army sergeant said simply and directly. The reason for waiting for the clear path.

Mingxin was slightly surprised. He probably didn't expect this man to be so direct and invite him to join the army without any preparation. He lowered his head and thought for a moment, but shook his head and refused: "I'm sorry, general, if it was outside the city, I might go with you immediately, but now it's not possible."

"Oh? Why?" The army sergeant may have thought that he would be rejected, but he didn't expect it to be for this reason, and he couldn't help but be curious.

"Those refugees are too miserable. If I don't help them, they will die, and I can't devote myself to killing the demons in this world." Mingxin said.

"Little Taoist priest, do you know how many refugees our army has lost after two consecutive battles?" The army sergeant held up a finger and patiently advised: "A million, no more, no less. You can save those 100 people today, but can you save those 1 million people? The culprit is the Japanese devils who invaded our country. As long as they are repelled, the people of this world will have a good life."

"Military master, I know the truth you said, but I, a Taoist, emphasize following my heart. Killing demons and defending the Chinese world is my heart, and helping the weak and saving people from fire and water is also my heart!" Mingxin made a Taoist bow with one hand. "Please leave your number, military master. One day, when I think I have done what I should do, I will join the army and kill the enemy!"

"Okay! Then little Taoist priest, remember that our army is an independent battalion directly under the 43rd Army of the National Revolutionary Army. It will arrive in Xuzhou soon. If you want to find my unit, it will only take a few days." Seeing that the little Taoist priest was extremely stubborn, the army sergeant could only settle for the next best thing.

In his heart, he secretly planned to stay in Xuzhou for the next few days, not for anything else, but for this little Taoist priest.

He believed that his superiors would not let go of such a good special forces embryo. He even thought that if he could partner with this little Taoist priest who had the unique skill of hearing and identifying the position of the flying knife, it would be easy to sneak into the cliff in the middle of the night.

The army sergeant was named Lu Zhongda, a member of Gu Xishui's special team. As a machine gunner who was nearly 30 years old but had only three years of military service, Lu Zhongda did not originally belong to the 88th Division, but was a militia soldier who hid in the militia after his business failed. However, due to the heavy losses of the 88th Division during the Battle of Songhu, he was added to the 88th Division before the Battle of Sihang Warehouse.

Originally, Lu Zhongda was just a peddler. In the eyes of many regular soldiers, he was just a cannon fodder. Unexpectedly, Lu Zhongda not only survived, but also because the main and deputy machine gunners died in the Sihang Warehouse, he, as a guard, could only operate the light machine gun. He accidentally developed a talent for machine gun shooting. Later, he became more and more courageous and killed dozens of enemies with a light machine gun.

Although his rank is only a sergeant now, in fact, it is the result of jumping three levels. In fact, he did not even have a rank in the militia before, and was only given a private rank when he entered the 88th Division.

He was selected by Gu Xishui to join the special operations team. On the one hand, his machine gun shooting skills were accurate, and on the other hand, he had rich experience in the world. He had seen a lot of things in the world. He could speak many local dialects and was mature and sophisticated.

Otherwise, Tang Dao would not have sent him to Xuzhou to investigate the prices of Xuzhou's local horse market and grain market in advance.

The young Taoist priest Mingxin didn't know that he had missed the army that suited him best, nor did he know that a special forces soldier would treasure him and stay in Xuzhou City just for him. He only knew that he had to do something for the refugees.

The refugees did not disappoint him. Seven or eight refugees went to the grain store and used all the money Mingxin raised from performing arts to buy food. At noon that day, they cooked rice porridge in the open space under the city wall with several large pots borrowed from the porridge distribution point.

However, it was not as thick as Mingxin imagined.

There were really too many people.

The refugees who heard the news gathered more than two thousand people in less than an hour. Even the army responsible for the city defense was alarmed and sent out an infantry platoon to maintain order.

Facing the yellow and thin refugees who were crying for food, the refugees who had deeply felt the taste of hunger had to cook porridge and then reluctantly gave each person a bowl.

And there were more refugees coming from farther away. Mingxin couldn't refuse the refugees' expectations, so he had to perform again.

However, Mingxin was very smart. He knew that although his flying knife skills were very exciting, it was a time of war and chaos, and no one in the people's pockets was rich. It was difficult to achieve the previous effect after performing in one area.

In three days, Mingxin took more than a dozen refugees who had filled their stomachs and had some strength to perform throughout Xuzhou City.

When the harvest was good, he could earn up to 20 silver dollars at a time. When the harvest was bad, there were constant cheers, but there were only three or five silver dollars in the bamboo basket at most.

There were even times when the military and police saw that there were too many people gathered and dispersed the crowd before Mingxin started his performance.

However, this did not disappoint Mingxin, who was trying to pursue his true heart.

In this world, everyone has their own position and ideas, and standing in different positions is destined to have different views.

If they don't pay after watching the excitement, it may be difficult for them; the military and police who violently dispersed the crowd do not want the crowd to gather and form a threat.

However, this noon, Mingxin was angry.

Some people's hearts are really dark.

In the morning, Mingxin ran to two places in succession and put in two performances with great effort, but he only managed to raise nearly ten silver dollars. According to the current market price, it was only enough to buy eighty to ninety kilograms of fine rice. However, there were more than three thousand refugees waiting for porridge at the foot of the city wall. This was destined to turn the rice porridge into clear water porridge at noon.

But what Mingxin didn't expect was that the black-hearted shopkeeper in front of him took the money and only gave them the first bag of 20 kilograms of polished rice, while the remaining three bags were brown rice mixed with countless stones. Half of them were fine stones. Because the bag mouth was tied tightly, the refugees who didn't check it in detail burst into tears on the spot.

As the saying goes, men don't shed tears easily, but several grown men cried because they were cheated when buying rice!

Mingxin naturally wouldn't agree, and directly took a few bags of brown rice and asked for a refund.

"Haha! Taoist priest, this is wrong. What evidence do you have to prove that this was bought from this grain store? Even if it was bought from this grain store, once the rice is sold, it will not be returned or exchanged. This is the grain store's routine. In addition, you said that there are stones in these three bags of brown rice, so can I suspect that your people put them in to blackmail this grain store?" The grain store shopkeeper with a pair of slender eyes, a pointed face and monkey cheeks smiled like a villain.

"Shopkeeper, you know what you did. I am a layman, so I won't cause trouble for you for no reason!" Mingxin suppressed his anger and remained calm. "If you exchange the food for the lives of the refugees today, you can pretend that the evil you did never happened. Otherwise, don't blame me for reporting to the authorities!"

"Tsk tsk! Report to the authorities! Then please do as you please, Taoist priest. You can go now, don't block my business!" The sharp-faced and monkey-cheeked shopkeeper of the grain store was not afraid at all. He arrogantly pointed his chin at the people who were queuing up with grain bags outside the door. "Ask them if they are willing to watch you, Taoist priest, making trouble here?"

"Shopkeeper Wang, I think it's not easy for you, Taoist priest, to raise money and food to help those refugees. Why don't you give them ten or eight kilograms of rice?" There were people who understood in the crowd, and someone shouted at that moment.

"Who? Who is speaking for him? It's really like a toad yawning---what a big tone!" The sharp-faced shopkeeper raised his eyebrows. "Since someone wants to indulge this Taoist priest's unreasonable behavior, then it's fine. Go write it down. Today, due to the shortage of food, the price of grain will increase by 10%!"

"Manager Wang, don't, don't!"

"Little Taoist priest, please be kind and leave! Don't make trouble here!"

"Yes! Who doesn't wait for rice to be cooked! Little Taoist priest, the price of grain is already high because of your disturbance. If it increases by another 10%, the whole family will not be able to survive."

When the crowd heard this, they were furious. The wind direction immediately changed, and they all wanted to drive Mingxin away.

"You are a ruthless businessman who bullies the market! You deserve to be killed!" No matter how much Mingxin is a Taoist, he has cultivated himself in the mountains for more than ten years. He is still a young man. At this time, he was naturally furious and slapped him.

"Bang!" The sharp-faced manager took off on the spot.

A body weighing more than 100 kilograms was slapped by Mingxin and flew two meters away, hitting a square table on which grain was placed, crushing the square table to pieces.

The crowd that was noisy just now suddenly became quiet.

Shopkeeper Wang, who was lying on the ground, was obviously stunned by the sudden slap. He didn't come back to his senses for more than ten seconds until half of his pointed face became visibly "fat" and then he realized that he was hit.

"How much silver did you just get!" Shopkeeper Wang, who covered his face with one hand, pointed at Mingxin with one hand and trembled.

After making a sound that he himself couldn't believe, he trembled and touched his mouth, only to find that his two front teeth were also blown away by Mingxin's big mouth. The air leaked, like an eighty-year-old old lady.

This is why Mingxin finally retracted some of his strength at the moment of the slap, otherwise how could this guy have a chance to check whether his mouth was still leaking?

"Guardian, guardian, someone is stealing grain!" The stunned young man on the side shouted frantically.

There were hurried footsteps in the grain store.

The crowd buying grain dispersed, and many people left quietly.

As locals, they knew the power of this grain store that had just arrived in Xuzhou City. It is not that a strong dragon cannot cross the river. What kind of background should a grain store have that can suppress a group of local snakes and become one of the top three grain stores in Xuzhou City just after its establishment?

Not far away, Lu Zhongda, who had just arrived, also saw this scene, but frowned quietly.

He had also inquired about this Tang's grain store, which was one of the best in Xuzhou City. Although Tang's grain store was established only a month ago, it was said that it had a deep background. Even the police chief in charge of managing this area had to bow and scrape to the shopkeeper when he came here. It was also said that it had a military background.

On weekdays, short weight and brown rice for polished rice often happened, and even locals did not dare to say a few words. Not to mention outsiders, they basically suffered a loss in silence.

If the independent battalion wants to buy food, such a grain store is naturally on the blacklist, so it is better to have less dealings.

Unexpectedly, the independent camp did not get into trouble with such a black-hearted merchant, but Mingxin beat up the front desk manager, even knocking out his teeth, which was bound to cause a big disaster.

A dozen burly guards rushed over aggressively, but Mingxin was not afraid!

Killing demons and eliminating evil is the original intention!

These people are not demons, but they are little ghosts who bring trouble to the world!

The master said, then beat him up!

. . . . . . . .

ps: Today is still two chapters in one, 5000 words big chapter!