Chapter Thirteen: The Little Name of the River Knight is "Dog Saint"

  The shouting was like a reminder to the hungry and cold cat "there is a mouse", so the passengers in the whole car could not let go of the opportunity, swarmed up and attacked him, beating him to death, and the train was in chaos again.

  At this time, Kawahara wished that the conductor and train staff would appear in time to save him from the flames. But the conductor, having experienced a murder on the train before, might be cowering in the crew room. Therefore, relying on the conductor was hopeless for Kawahara. The train staff of this train were always indifferent to anything that happened between passengers, so he could not rely on them either. Thus, he had no choice but to think of a way to save himself.

  "Don't hit me, don't hit me. I'm a good citizen!" Chuanji tried his best to dodge the fists and feet of the crowd, reasoning and pleading: "Good citizens in Manchukuo, Japanese people won't hit them, you guys stop hitting me, don't hit me again!"

  The Manchurian and Japanese names are extremely sensitive in the hearts of Chinese people, it's like igniting a fuse for hatred. For Chinese people, mentioning Manchukuo and Japan is like insulting and humiliating one's mother in front of their children, the child will fight to death to protect their mother.

  Although the three eastern provinces are far from Shanxi, they are connected by tendons and bones. The people of Taiyuan have opposed the establishment of Manchukuo, marched in the streets, made wishes, and shed blood, and still resent this to this day. Therefore, when the cavalry was mentioned, everyone was like encountering a traitor who sold out their country, and the punches fell faster and heavier.

  "Damn you, traitor! Are you rubbing salt in our wounds?" A traveler was furious and kicked Chuanqi again, adding several punches.

  Although Kawaki had built a sturdy physique through his training at Yokohama Pier and had many experiences of being trained by the demon-like Tengu Mountain, ordinary punches and kicks could still hold out for a while. However, if he continued to be beaten like this, it was likely that he would become disabled, or at least weaken his combat strength, which would affect the implementation of the "Manzhouli Port" plan.

  Therefore, the cavalryman protected his body's vulnerable parts while thinking hard about how to make these despicable Japanese devils stop and let him escape this disaster.

  "I'm not qualified to be a traitor, I just want to eat and drink with my dad." Chuan Qi suddenly had an idea to recognize Zhang Tiejiang of Yungang Grottoes as his father, trying to see if it would work to avoid being beaten.

  "Are you Zhang Tiejiang's son?" The traveler who had been scolding the traitor asked, his eyes which were originally full of hatred seemed to be getting more and more friendly.

  He Chui's heart was filled with joy, thinking that his lie had hit the mark just like General Itagaki's close-range shooting. He took advantage of the situation and continued, "Our great Zhang Tiejiang is a true anti-Japanese hero, the nun team at Wutai Mountain used the flying darts he made, and it was those very darts that killed the Japanese devil Inuzuka Trueko, who was hated by the people of Datong."

  "It's a well-known fact, but just because of this, it can't be proven that you are Zhang Tiejiang's son." said the traveler who had been scolding the Sichuan and Hunan traitors.

  He saw that his lie had already taken effect, and he was excited about his own cleverness, so he smiled and asked: "Do you know 'The Ironsmith's Ballad'? This song is a tribute to our great blacksmith Zhang."

  "Hammering iron in the morning and hammering iron in the evening,"

  Give sister a pair of scissors.

  Sister asked me to stay

  I'm going to rest.

  I rested in her house mouse hole

  The mouse in her house bit off part of my ear.

  After reciting the poem, Chuanji looked up and saw that everyone was nodding at him. He then shifted his gaze to the traveler who had cursed the traitor, but unexpectedly, the man's eyes turned fierce. He didn't understand why this person was different from the others.

  "Since you are the famous Zhang Tiejiang, you must have a good name." The man interrogated him like a special agent questioning a prisoner: "Report your great name so that everyone can hear it, and let us remember it in our hearts. Later, we can proudly say that we met Zhang Tiejiang's son so-and-so on the train."

  How did this person who scolded himself as a traitor and a national thief suddenly put on a stiff face, and yet was so difficult to deal with? Had he encountered an enemy agent? Kawahito immediately became tense, the only way to cover himself up was to quickly come up with a name, otherwise he would be exposed.

  "This fellow has killed me with his praise." Chuan Qi dodged the man's gaze and said: "I'm not General Yan, nor am I a famous person, nor am I Young Master Yan. What capital do I have to show off to others?"

  The man scowled, insulting the river rider: "You don't want to reveal your name, so how should we mention what happened on this train today? Should we say that I met a pig that was wildly throwing mud or a dog that was biting people randomly?"

  Although he couldn't bear the insult, Zhang still smiled and said: "It's really true what this fellow villager said. When I was young, I was weak and sickly, so my parents gave me a humble name to protect me, and they called me Little Dog Saint. Everyone in the neighborhood used to call me that when I was young, but after I grew up, they stopped calling me that out of respect for me, and I never took on another name. So if you really want to remember my name, I'm afraid I don't have a real name for you to remember."

  "Oh! So you're just a little name, huh? Dog Saint, or Dog Whip or Dog Egg." The person patted Kawara's head and said, "Then we'll call you Dog Whip, okay?"

  The river cavalry could no longer bear it, but if they didn't bear with the small things, they would mess up the big plan. All they could do was cry and laugh and say: "Whatever! Whatever! Call me whatever you want."

  "Dog whip. Let me see your hands, huh?" This man said with his mouth, and suddenly grabbed Kawahara's hand and held it up in the air, then shouted: "Fellow villagers, look at the thick calluses on his hands!"

  Looking at the palm of Chuan Qi's hand, everyone exclaimed in unison: "None, not even a single callus!"

  "Even sitting on this train for a long time, your butt will get calluses." The man let go of Chuan Qi's hand and continued to say: "How can someone who has been fighting with him not have old calluses? Is that believable?"

  Kan Qi was startled and exposed himself. Almost at the same time, the man gave him a crisp and loud slap in the face.

  "You traitor, you sold out your country! I'll curse your ancestors for eight generations! How dare you use the great name of your grandfather's grandfather to swindle people here? Who would have thought that Li Gui would meet Li Kui?" Zhang Tie's son started scolding loudly.

  The whole army rushed forward under his encouragement, and the Sichuan cavalry was in danger of death.

  "Bang! Bang!" The sound of gunfire rang out, and the carriage was suddenly plunged into darkness as someone extinguished the car lights.