RBCT Chapter 14, 8 Gaya Road!
Chapter 14, 8 Gaya Road!
Fang Jianqiu followed the old man Xiao Yuanshan through the winding camp area and arrived at a wooden wall overgrown with weeds.
There, Fang Jianqiu saw a child who was about as thin as Xiaolin.
When the child saw Fang Jianqiu, he immediately hid under Old Man Xiao. Xiao Yuanshan patted his back to show that everything was alright, then turned around and said:
"This is Little Boy, one of us. He brought us some... news."
"Your friend, Ye Lang, was locked in the steamer of the sugar factory by those foreigners... I've told you before, no one can survive a day there."
"Also, the other side has been exposed. It happened suddenly, and the reason is unknown. In short, they are currently dealing with the foreigners, or they may have already been eliminated. Don't blame them; after all, they are just a group of hardworking people trying to survive..."
After saying all this in one breath, the Taiping veteran suddenly seemed to have aged several years, and his eyes were filled with the look of death.
He looked at Fang Jianqiu with a dim gaze, and finally said:
"Young Master Fang, what are you going to do? Let me just say this: wait a bit, wait for a better opportunity next time! You're still young, you can afford to wait."
Fang Jianqiu stared blankly at the distant, sparkling night sky and said softly:
"I can wait, but they can't, and besides, I've been waiting for a long time too."
Fang Jianqiu's meaning was crystal clear.
Xiao Yuanshan stared intently at the man in front of him, whose back was ramrod straight:
"Alright, alright! Then let this old man clear the way for you, young man..."
Before Old Man Xiao could finish speaking, Fang Jianqiu interrupted him:
"Brother Xiao, there's no need for that. You're more useful alive than dead. I've already made plans."
To rescue Ye Lang from the steamer and take away the sick Xiao Lin, the prerequisite is to first leave this chaotic camp.
At this very moment, seemingly because the group trying to escape the park had been exposed, patrol teams were approaching various camp areas.
The longer they waited, the slimmer their hope of breaking out of the camp became.
Without further hesitation, Fang Jianqiu strode towards the center of the camp, where it was bustling with people, most of whom were enjoying their dinner.
Xiao Yuanshan took the wire from the boy's hand and quickly removed the shackles. He then followed closely behind, eager to know what Fang Jianqiu was going to do.
"What's this kid doing here?"
Xiao Yuanshan's confusion didn't last long; a loud slap gave him the answer.
"Snapped!"
An Indian laborer covered his flushed cheeks in shock as he looked at the short-haired man in front of him.
Other ethnic groups in the room also looked on in bewilderment at this scene.
Before the man could utter a sound, "Slap!" Another slap landed.
This time, the force was even greater, and the rice bowl was slammed directly onto the ground.
"Baka yarou!"
The short-haired man uttered a Japanese phrase with great force, and it could be said to be perfectly standard.
Before the Indian laborer could react...
The short-haired man then rushed directly towards the group of Indian laborers.
The sound of slaps rang out like popping beans, accompanied by shouts of "Baka yarou!"
"मादरचोद!"
(Damn you!)
The Indian workers finally realized what was happening, and their anger reached its peak in an instant.
Being slapped across the face while eating is infuriating enough, let alone having your food spilled – this is a precious food storage area!
In the blink of an eye, a group of Indians were chasing after Fang Jianqiu.
Then, Fang Jianqiu plunged headlong into the crowd of Japanese people...
The Indians rushed forward, shouting angrily at the Japanese. Some of the Japanese realized what was happening and quickly waved their hands to indicate that they didn't recognize the man.
Although Indians don't understand Japanese, they can understand "baka yarou" (idiot). After all, swear words are the easiest to learn of all languages, and people of Japanese descent say "baka yarou" all the time.
In addition, there was Fang Jianqiu's short black hair.
Short hair, speaks Japanese...
What else is there to say?
The Japanese wanted to capture Fang Jianqiu and hand him over, but they also got slapped.
As they were being grabbed and whipped, the Japanese-Americans became increasingly agitated.
Fang Jianqiu swiftly snatched a Japanese soldier's rice bowl and smashed it hard on the head of the Indians who were still shouting at each other.
A plum slid down the Indian man's forehead.
The powder keg was finally ignited.
At first, it was just the Indian and Japanese sides fighting each other in the front row, but then more and more players from both sides joined in.
Indians are fewer in number but taller and stronger.
The Japanese are numerous but thin and short.
For a moment, the situation was evenly matched.
Fang Jianqiu mingled in the crowd, but he was not unharmed; a lot of food got on his clothes.
The scale of this inexplicably triggered melee is expanding, but it's not enough yet...
Fang Jianqiu glanced at the tribal Black people and Hawaiian locals who were watching the show.
This time, he didn't choose close combat. Instead, he picked up the leftover food from the ground and threw it at the faces of the onlookers.
Those people were stunned by the impact, but all they could do was hurl insults.
"Add more fuel to the fire!"
Fang Jianqiu squatted down, picked up a palm-sized stone, casually wrapped it in rice, and then... threw it with all his might!
"Thump!"
"Damn it!"
Finally, I started bleeding.
Pain is always the best catalyst for anger.
The Black people who had been watching from the sidelines, itching to join in, now had an excuse and rushed in with a roar.
A third-party force has finally joined this chaotic battle, and although they are few in number, they are a truly powerful army.
And because they had seen blood, they showed no mercy.
The chaos has finally escalated beyond just its scale; it's also deepening in intensity...
Only the Chinese community escaped unharmed because their rice steaming and eating locations were a little further away.
"This...this young man Fang is really quite naive!"
Xiao Yuanshan was stunned from a distance, watching Fang Jianqiu set the tone for the scene with slap after slap.
Moreover, because the slaps were so painful and humiliating, those who had been slapped began to slap their opponents in return, determined to make others experience the pain and humiliation as well.
The ground was filled with a cacophony of "pop" sounds, even more lively than setting off firecrackers during the Lunar New Year.
But before he knew it, Old Man Xiao couldn't find Fang Jianqiu anywhere either. He couldn't help but exclaim anxiously:
"Where did that kid go? Did he sneak out by himself in the chaos?"
Fang Jianqiu, of course, did not leave. He crept to the vicinity of the camp gate and, taking advantage of the dim night, hid behind several piles of firewood, quietly concealing himself.
"Fuck! What are these idiots doing?! Why are they making so much noise?!"
Finally, the sounds of the foreigners could be heard outside the gate.
Only a dozen minutes have passed since the start of the melee, and their movements have been remarkably swift, partly due to the special circumstances of tonight.
But it was precisely because of their rapid arrival that the chaos finally reached its climax.
Clang! Squeak!
The iron chains outside the gate were removed, and the heavy wooden door was pulled open.
One, two... a total of four armed overseers strode in.
Upon entering, they were stunned by the chaos before them.
Yellow, black, brown, almost every ethnic group, hundreds of people were frantically attacking each other. Their opponents were no longer a single ethnic group, and there were even several Indians fighting each other!
Moreover, their attack methods were incredibly bizarre; everyone was either slapping or being slapped, and several severely injured Japanese-Americans had their faces so swollen that they couldn't even open their eyes!
The eerie scene made even the foremen a little scared.
They gripped their spears tightly to calm themselves before taking action:
"Old Cui, same old routine: you guard the gate, don't let a single pig escape!"
"Don't worry, in a scene like this, even if you shoot a few piglets to death, the boss won't say anything."
As soon as the four men took action, they immediately demonstrated their experience by leaving men to guard the gate.
After a brief exchange, the other three headed toward the chaotic open space.
What they didn't expect was that this would give Fang Jianqiu a complete opportunity.