Volume 3: Pre-War Comfort Chapter 7: Kawahara's "Find Dad"

  In the eyes of the Datong people, the old woman is so pitied and yet feared by everyone. Therefore, the bandits were afraid of causing trouble and had to give up following her, returning to their own carriage with a sulk.

  Although it was crowded to the point of bursting, the seat vacated by Guan Tianpeng from the moment he got up remained empty, with no one daring to fight for it. This is the public effect of an anti-Japanese hero.

  The father and daughter leaned against each other, drowsy, but the wooden crow was nowhere to be seen. This made Kawara extremely tense, with beads of sweat suddenly covering his forehead.

  According to the Crow Army's rules, without an officer's orders, no one is allowed to act arbitrarily. Just now when General Chuan and Ji left, they didn't give any instructions on what Mu Ya should do, and with no directives, Mu Ya could only choose to stand guard, how could he dare to abandon his post and be reckless!

  Although the monkey class was entrusted by the superior, when giving himself a bottom line, he revealed that in order to achieve success in this action, he would not hesitate to cut off Marquis Ma and sacrifice his car to ensure a smooth achievement of his goal.

  However, the entire action group has already been reduced by half, and Mu Ya this "Ma Su" can no longer be killed. Moreover, Mu Ya is brought out from his own heart, unlike Huang Ya who never puts himself in his eyes, bringing him out, he has multiple purposes with one arrow.

  Chen knew that there were spies lurking everywhere on the train. If he didn't get rid of Mu Ge, someone else might quietly take care of him. Once something happened to this little guy, the entire operation would be left with only himself fighting alone.

  A flea can't even lift a quilt no matter how capable it is. Therefore, the river knight was very worried about the safety of the wooden crow.

  After waiting for a long time, Mu Ya still didn't return. Kan Qi felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, so he got up to look for Mu Ya. He had just entered the same car where he had followed the old woman and Yang Er, when he suddenly thought of something that wasn't quite right, and turned around to search in the opposite direction.

  The places where the cavalry passed still had people actively giving way, but there were many fewer than when following the old woman. Every time he moved a step from the crowded crowd, he kept observing one strange face after another.

  As a result, the cavalry occasionally stepped on people's feet. Some people stared at him after being stepped on and that was it. Although he repeatedly expressed his apologies verbally, in his heart, he thought to himself, one day I will chop these damn Chinese into minced meat.

  One side was welcomed with open arms, the other was met with cold disdain. This stark contrast in treatment severely wounded his pride, and the sense of superiority as a Japanese Imperial Army lieutenant began to take hold. So when another robust man puffed out his chest and glared at him, he couldn't help but fire back: "Hmph..."

  The river cavalry was about to blurt out that "ga" word from the back of his head, and when he hastily changed his words in a panic, it was already too late.

  "Little Japanese devils? Let's beat up these little devils!" The robust young man who was being cursed by the river bandits shouted loudly.

  This shout put the train in a situation where "a rat crosses the street and everyone shouts to beat it", all the passengers rushed up, and people from both sides kept gathering towards this carriage.

  Chuan Qi covered his head with both hands in the midst of everyone's grabbing and pulling, allowing others to punch and kick him, and gritted his teeth without making a sound.

  The southern-style special-type pocket pistol that had been tucked into his waistband was snatched away by the robust young man, who now pressed it against his head. Kawahara closed his eyes in despair.

  At this moment, he wished that his conjecture was an undisputed fact, and the woman who had reluctantly disguised herself as an old lady suddenly shot out a dart to rescue him in the chaos.

  "Little devil, what are you doing on this train?" The robust man did not fire his gun and asked while still pressing the muzzle against Chuanqi's head.

  Hei Feng coldly smiled and said: "Old fellow, you've got it wrong. How could I be a little devil?"

  The Shanxi dialect, which didn't seem to have any major flaws, worked, and the robust man retrieved his handgun from Chuanji's head, asking: "Pa Kua, what's going on?"

  "Hey, you're scolding me? Isn't this a case of the pot calling the kettle black?"

  "This..." The middle-aged man's careless mistake was seized by Chuanji, and he suddenly became tongue-tied.

  "You were the one who said 'ba jiao', how come you're now acting like Zhu Bajie eating watermelon and turning things around?" Someone stood up to speak for the middle-aged man.

  "Did I say anything?"

  "I said," someone replied affirmatively, emphasizing: "I heard what you said, it's just that the 'pa' was loud like a fart, and the 'ka' was light like a toad belching, if you didn't pay attention, you wouldn't be able to hear it at all."

  Another person said: "To be honest, I didn't hear that 'ge' sound."

  The river knight finally saw someone clearing up the facts for himself and immediately nodded in gratitude towards that person.

  The man who had just helped Kaneki nodded and said, "You're from the south, aren't you?"

  "Hey, hey." The river rider responded loudly: "I'm a southerner."

  The crowd found another flaw in the Sichuan accent and exclaimed, "Who says 'I' in the south? Isn't this a Shaanxi mule learning to neigh?"

  "It's normal for people from afar to come and learn a few words of Shanxi dialect with us." The same person is still helping the Sichuan rider out.

  The cavalryman nodded enthusiastically towards him.

  "What brings you to our northern place?" The man asked Chuan Qi, seeing that he didn't respond, he asked again: "Right, you must be here looking for your father?"

  "Damn it!" The river knight received extreme insult and was furious, scolding out this word again.

  "How's that?" The man said triumphantly to the robust Sichuan cavalryman who had just been beaten by the crowd and was now being held at gunpoint, "He really is here looking for his father."

  "What makes you think so?"

  He said: "In Shanxi Province, people call their father 'Da', while in the south, they call him 'Ba'."

  "Am I wronging a good person?" The strong man said, shaking his head again: "He's looking for his dad, why is he calling me 'dad'?"

  Everyone burst out laughing at this remark.

  Someone teased a strong man saying: "Your son is older than you."

  The strong man complained: "You guys are messing with me, making me cut off my descendants."

  "Your son is already so big, and you still don't have any grandchildren?" Several people chimed in unison.

  "Is this all that's left of Wu Dalang's son? Would Pan Jinlian really marry him? It would be strange if he didn't end up childless and heirless."

  Everyone burst out laughing again.

  "Alright, alright." The man who helped the cavalry escape said fairly: "Cheating a fool, others will laugh at us Shanxi people."

  Some people don't believe it: "Fool? You say he's a fool?"

  "Not an idiot, would call someone younger than him dad?"

  "Where did this fool get his gun?"

  "This is no gun, perhaps it's that Zhang Tiejiang from the Cloud Platform Cave next door, scaring this kid."

  "This is the real deal! The Zhang family has been blacksmiths for eight generations and they couldn't even make something this good."

  "Whether it is true or not, try and you will know."

  Chuan Qi had been enduring his temper and didn't dare to interrupt, until the robust man who was about to test fire the gun he had snatched, at which point he hastily rushed forward.

  With a loud "bang", the gun misfired in the struggle between the two sides.