The responsibilities of the eight rescued people were different. For example, Fu Fengjun used his identity to travel between Changsha and Shanghai to conduct confidential communications. The rest were those who edited mimeographed documents, those who led the women's movement, and those who led the workers.

But now the organization is destroyed and the court is robbed again. As long as Chairman Cheng Qiancheng’s head is not broken, he will definitely search and search.

Eight people have to avoid the limelight for the time being.

Zhou Qingfeng was unfamiliar with the place, and he was even more confused than others. There were only half of the weapons and not much ammunition in the seventy kilograms of supplies. The other half was eating and drinking. He thought he could eat for a week, but now there were nine people.

Save some supplies and eat at most for two or three days. Nine people must find a place to settle down quickly.

Before he set out on the road, Zhou Qingfeng had to train eight people. He picked up a lot of discarded firearms and ammunition in the city, with a total of more than a dozen. Some of the firearms were destroyed during the battle, and he also picked them up.

"Can anyone play guns?"

Ma Ying raised her hand.

Zhou Qingfeng seized a "Browning m1900" from the body of the fake director, commonly known as "gun brand rubbish". There was not much ammunition, but this gun was quite good.

This gun was given to Ma Ying.

Zhou Qingfeng was worried and asked Ma Ying to fire a few shots for him. Ma Ying was reluctant to leave ammunition at first, but he still shot a few shots at the stones that were arranged ten meters away.

After shooting, Zhou Qingfeng shook his head straight, "As soon as you exert force on the trigger, the muzzle will be tilted with your finger. The bullet drop point is several meters away. It would be strange if you can hit the target. You can only hear the sound of scaring people."

He caught several other people for testing, and found that these revolutionaries could not use guns at all. In terms of will, they were all strong; in terms of battle, they were all weak scholars.

In addition, the quality of the seized firearms is poor, and it is better to be bad goods from the Beiyang period. The rifle has been smoothed and there are a lot of stinky pieces in the ammunition. But even stinky pieces cannot be thrown out. If you pick them out, you have to reinstall them if you have the chance.

Think about the fact that hundreds of bullets were knocked out in the robbery field, the violent firepower and the randomly discarded shell were absolutely luxurious.

"You can't do this, the gun is in your hands. I'll save you this time, but next time the enemy comes, you will still be caught."

Zhou Qingfeng said the few people blushed.

"Look for an opportunity, I'll get more ammunition, you have to learn how to arm yourself."

Everyone was crowded, and Zhou Qingfeng drove on the road. Qingtai was a small town. From Changsha County, there were only farmhouse dirt roads, which were bumpy and uneven.

The robbery site was noon, and it was already afternoon when Zhou Qingfeng arrived in Changsha County. Fortunately, there was a car, otherwise he would not have escaped with both legs.

But it soon became dark and the road was very rotten. The journey to Qingtaidu can only be called moving slowly, and the speed of the car ended ten kilometers.

What’s annoying is that it’s hard to recognize the road at night. The snatched T-model is still an early model. Not only is the wheels made of wood, but the headlights are not electric lights, but acetylene lights.

This broken thing is really crazy. You have to rely on Uncle Zhou’s eyes to drive at night - fortunately the dark vision of the perfect body is still there.

It is difficult to see the road, because everyone only knows that Qingtai is located in the north of Changsha County, and the specific one depends on the compass brought by Zhou Qingfeng, and drive through it in a sensible direction.

If you really can't find the way, Zhou Qingfeng still has to use a flashlight to go to the villages along the way to find someone to ask.

These days, villagers are very alert to outsiders. They either don’t let Zhou Qingfeng enter the village or knock on the door when they enter the village - because there are bandits at night.

Even if you finally find the villagers, you have to pray that he speaks neatly and organizedly and do not point out directions or roads randomly.

Zhou Qingfeng originally thought he could arrive before dark, but in fact, he had to pick a village and forcefully break in halfway through, arrested the village chief, and stayed at the chief’s house for a night.

All eight people were exhausted and needed a rest urgently.

Before getting off the road the next day, Zhou Qingfeng wanted to ask Ma Ying and others if he had learned a report "People's Movement Inspection". But he did not dare to speak, and only asked eight people to go to the village to investigate whether the security chief was good or bad.

"Just treat it as a social practice."

Before the break last night, Zhou Qingfeng and Ma Ying and others chatted, and found that these guys didn't know how to fight, and their ability to rebel was not as strong as the local bun lord from another world.

The "dragon-slaying technique" printed in middle school textbooks decades later has not been spread this year, and has not been widely accepted.

Ma Ying and others are all intellectuals, with excellent knowledge, but they are too young and not down-to-earth.

Whether it is image or conversation, Zhou Qingfeng is obviously not a poor person. They are willing to talk to him. But are the villagers in the village dressed in tattered clothes, sad faces, and timid...

"You can't ask me to teach these things, right?" Zhou Qingfeng was furious, but he could only lead eight people to form a research and study group and knock on the villagers' door to door.

Say hello, get close to you, make a smile, ask how many people in the family, ask how many acres of land you rented, whether you have raised cattle and pigs, how much grain you have harvested in a year, how much millet you have paid, how much labor and how much tax you have paid.

Logically speaking, if Mr. Zhou robbed the court, he would have escaped as far as he could. He decided to go to Qingtaidu, so he would go quickly. But he was a teacher in an unknown village and taught several revolutionary parties how to conduct research.

The village is not big, with only a few dozen households and a population of more than 200, and is generally poor. There are not many disabled or seriously ill, because death is fast. Most adults are in their twenties, and only one guardian can survive forty.

All day passed like this...

Before dark again, the children in the village ran back in a hurry and shouted loudly: "There are so many people coming to Qingxiang Group!"

A hundred people came to the entrance of the village, with complex clothes and reunion like hornets. At first glance, they couldn't find who was the leader. The villagers were panicked, and all the families closed their doors and windows, and all hid.

The Qingxiang Group probably came here with traces of ruts, with great momentum, but the equipment was full of invisible machetes and darts, and they didn't see a single gun.

A hundred people entered the village from three sides, and kept shouting, surrounding Zhou Qingfeng and others.

At this time, a guy wearing cotton cloth was finally found. He didn't look like a wealthy man, but shouted loudly: "Chairman Cheng has an order to seize the bandits who robbed the law and reward one hundred oceans."

Zhou Qingfeng was tall and strong, and he was clearly the leader of the bandit. He was furious when he heard the reward: "Is this a look down on people? I am only worth 100 oceans?"

Bang...

The head in cotton fabric was knocked away, blood spilled and the body fell down.

"Considering the current purchasing power of the ocean and the financial situation of the Fruit Party, even if my Zhou Qingfeng's head is not worth 100,000 oceans, at least it is worth 10,000 oceans."

Uncle Zhou was so angry that he was furious.

"This is humiliating me. Go back and tell your Chairman Cheng, he hasn't realized the seriousness of the problem yet. One hundred oceans are too low. To deal with dangerous elements like me, you have to pay more money!"

The hundred people from the Qingxiang Group were originally screaming like jackals and hungry tigers. After the gunshots, they immediately turned into defeated dogs and fled with their tails.
Chapter completed!