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- Hearing Wei Shuqin's words, Qingzi suddenly felt very uncomfortable. She also knew that it was impossible for this troupe to stay here forever. After all, this is the key factory. If it weren't for the lack of electricity and the inability to produce, it would be absolutely impossible to carry out this kind of singing activities here.
During this period of time, Haruko and the troupe have gotten along relatively well. In addition to her love of learning to sing, of course, there are deeper reasons. If you want to rule this country, you must have a sense of cultural identity. She once heard Neiji Okamura say this sentence, and she agrees with this sentence, and now she is practicing it at the same time. In this era, there are no other entertainment activities, and every opera singing will attract many people to watch the opera. In this way, may the country be stabilized?
With complicated hearts, Qingzi entered the dressing room together with the others. Right after she entered, Wei Shuqin said to Wei Dayong who was on the side: "Today is the last show. Tell everyone, we must show the best Come to the state and stand on the last post. You can also get close to the imperial army here."
"Yes." Hearing this, Wei Dayong nodded, but a cold light flashed in his eyes.
Watching these people enter the dressing room. Wei Dayong's face immediately turned murderous. He picked up a basket from the side, and then walked towards the nearest devil's sentry.
Since the remaining personnel are relatively small, there is only one little devil on each sentry post. Wei Dayong skillfully walked to the side of a sentry post, then reached out and took out a roast chicken from the basket.
"Taijun, Missi Missi." Wei Dayong said to the little devil inside the sentry post.
Come these days. Their theater troupe has always lived in this factory, and they all know these little devils. We usually say hello when we meet. If there is delicious food, he will respect the little devil, so the little devil will not be suspicious at all. Now that Wei Dayong took out the roast chicken, the little devil immediately smiled.
"Yaoxi, your conscience is very good." As the little devil said, he put the 38 cap on his back, reached out to pick it up, put it directly to his mouth, and planned to bite off a piece. However, all of a sudden, Wei Dayong's hand quickly stretched forward, and he grabbed the little devil's neck easily.
Click! There was a crisp sound. The little devil's throat has been severed by Wei Dayong's fingers, this is the tough kung fu in Shaolin Temple!
The roast chicken in the little devil's hand fell down with a snap. He covered his throat with his greasy hands and couldn't speak. His eyes widened in horror. He opened his mouth wide and wanted to gasp, but the blood in his throat It had already flowed into the trachea, he couldn't breathe air, his chest heaved, and his body slowly collapsed.
There was a crash. Wei Dayong has already skillfully removed the long bayonet from the 38 cover carried by the little devil. As the bayonet swiped forward, the little devil's neck artery was severed. Blood gushed out.
Wei Dayong skillfully avoided the spray of blood, watched the little devil's body continue to shake twice, and then stopped moving.
"If you want to eat Lao Tzu's roast chicken, go to hell and eat it." Wei Dayong said, rubbing the bayonet on the little devil's body twice. Turning back to look, two troupe guys are following behind.
"What are you doing, big guy, hurry up and drag him away to the woodshed." Wei Dayong said, while speaking, he put the bayonet under the basket, put the roast chicken back, and walked towards The second outpost of the little devil. In the same way, a chicken leg was torn off, and when the little devil was eating the chicken leg, the bayonet slit the opponent's throat.
Just like this one after another, after more than ten minutes, there was no living kid in the entire oxygen plant, and they were not found either. Because at this time the troupe in front had already started blowing and beating, and this sound perfectly covered up all the noises in the oxygen plant.
"Dong dong dong." There were three knocks on the back door. At this time, Wei Dayong also happened to walk to the back door, he opened the door gently, and saw a dozen people standing outside.
"Head of the group, Director Qin, you are here." Wei Dayong showed a sincere smile on his face: "The little devil has been solved, and now this oxygen plant is ours."
"Good job, you go to the front desk." Qin Baoshan said, leaving the rest of the tasks to us. After speaking, Qin Baoshan said to the people behind him, "Xiong Da, it's up to you."
If Xiong Zheng hadn't come with him, then Qin Baoshan might still be in the dark. After all, it was his first contact with this kind of thing. However, with a talented student like Xiong Zheng, I have never seen any machinery and equipment before, and any equipment can be removed.So this time, I brought him here.
Of course, Xiong Zheng didn't come here with Qin Baoshan and the others. Before Qin Baoshan and the others bombed the little devil's headquarters, Xiong Zheng had already sneaked into Beiping City and got in touch with his companions.
Xiong Zheng's companion is currently working as an interpreter for the little devil. His name is Li Suozhu.
This is also Qin Baoshan's trump card. Li Suozhu's various actions were directed by Xiong Zheng, and had nothing to do with the Eighth Route Army's intelligence system. Therefore, even if the little devil investigates, he will not be able to investigate Li Suozhu's head. Every time, Li Suozhu performed very well, completely disregarding the relationship.
In actions again and again, Li Suozhu provided a lot of help, and Qin Baoshan could only thank him in his heart, but he had no chance to meet each other.
Xiong Zheng has actually been living in Li Suozhu's yard since this time. Now, Qin Baoshan and the others joined Xiong Zheng after entering the city, and came here together.
Qin Baoshan waved his hand, and a dozen people entered the workshop. It was also the first time Qin Baoshan had seen these oxygen generators. Looking at the tall fractionation tower, I can't help but sigh, these things are really fucking big!
And at this time, Li Yunlong also said: "His grandma, how can I feel that it is a bit cool here?"
Having said that, Li Yunlong discovered something, and headed towards a steel cylinder. The cylinder was blue, and there was even a layer of white frost on the mouth of the bottle.
Seeing that Li Yunlong was about to cause trouble, Qin Baoshan hurriedly said: "Old Li, don't move around."
Inside that steel cylinder, there must be liquid oxygen or liquid nitrogen. That thing is how many degrees below zero. If Li Yunlong stretched his hands in, his hands would all turn into popsicles the next moment, and when he hit them with a hammer, they would shatter into pieces.
Xiong Zheng nodded: "Everyone has to be careful. We need to take that steel cylinder away, and it can be used when the equipment is started. But we must pay attention. Don't overturn that thing. Otherwise, everyone will freeze to death. When moving, we also need to put a few more layers of clothes. Well, now let¡¯s dismantle these machinery and equipment first, starting with this compressor.¡±
The sound of blowing, blowing and beating outside was heard continuously, and creaking and creaking sounds were also heard in the workshop, and every piece of equipment was being quickly dismantled. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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