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Chapter five hundred and fortieth second ticket taxi

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    "Woooo!" The train blew its whistle and pulled into the station.

    In this era, the transportation is quite inconvenient. The distance of dozens of kilometers depends on two legs. Most people have never left their hometowns in their entire lives. It is even more difficult to travel long distances. Since the arrival of trains, long-distance walking  Taking the train is a very important means too.

    Therefore, railway lines are not only for transporting materials, but also some locomotives have special passenger carriages attached to them, which become special ticket cars. As the name suggests, you spend money to buy tickets to board the train.  Yes, of course they are not ordinary people, at least they are people with a little background.

    After the train entered the station, several people came up.

    A middle-aged man came up with a paper bag and a bottle of wine. He looked around, took a look, and found that the seats around him were full, and only the opposite side of the devil at the door of the carriage was still empty.

    This is also very normal. If there is nothing wrong, who wants to sit with the devil, and it is too late to avoid it.

    The middle-aged man took off his hat, bent slightly, and respectfully said to the other party: "Taijun, can I sit here?"

    The little devil glanced at the middle-aged man and nodded: "Yes."

    The middle-aged man sat across from the devil, and then put down the paper bag in his hand. Suddenly, there was a tangy aroma, and it turned out to be a roast chicken!

    The middle-aged man opened the paper bag, then tore off a chicken leg from the roast chicken, and handed it to the little devil.

    "Taijun, Missi Missi." The middle-aged man said.

    If it was in normal times, the little devil would go out to raid and snatch whatever he encountered, but now, on this ticket car, the little devil is still more vigilant, looking at the chicken leg, he didn't reach out to pick it up, but asked, "What are you doing?"  Yes, where do you work?"

    "Mine, I work in a charcoal field in Zaozhuang." The middle-aged man said.

    "Open a charcoal plant? Big boss? Your land, make a fortune."

    Only the rich can take the ticket car, and after taking the ticket car, there is roast chicken to eat and wine to drink, that is the big boss.

    "Taijun has made a lot of money, my little land." The middle-aged man said respectfully to the devil, and continued to pass the chicken leg: "Taijun, Missi Missi."

    Now, the little devil finally stopped hesitating, took the chicken leg, and ate it with big mouthfuls.

    While the little devil was eating chicken legs, the middle-aged man opened the wine bottle again and poured a glass of wine: "Taijun, drink."

    While eating the chicken legs and drinking the wine, the little devil immediately smiled and began to get close to the middle-aged man.

    The scent wafted through the entire carriage. At this moment, the other passengers showed expressions of disdain.

    What kind of person, a good Chinese is not a good person, but a devil's dog!  They were cursing the traitor in their hearts, but they didn't dare to say it out of their mouths. Facing this situation, they chose to look out of the window, not seeing peace of mind.

    There are a total of four carriages on the whole train. At this time, the coal boss is in this carriage, and there are homeless entertainers, magicians, and idlers in the other three carriages. Except idlers standing at the junction of the carriages,  Apart from a cold look, the other people are fighting fiercely with the little devil.

    In the hand of the wandering entertainer, he played a homemade earthen pipa, which was the song of cherry blossoms that the little devil liked to listen to most. While listening to it, the little devil swayed along with his body.

    The magician performed magic tricks in front of the little devil, widening the eyes of the little devil.

    Woohoo!  The locomotive pulled the ticket car and continued to speed forward. As the train moved, it crushed the rails and the ground shook.

    Qin Baoshan felt a little nervous.

    This inexplicable tension became more intense with the arrival of the train, and even he himself was a little curious, why is this?  At that time, I was in a stable state of mind when flying the plane.

    Naturally, there is a reason for the nervousness. No matter what kind of battle Qin Baoshan fought in the past, even if he went to find trouble on the little devil's railway, he never picked up the train himself. Now, the people around him are railway guerrillas. They pick up the train.  Top notch.

    Picking up a train requires skill. You have to go smoothly, with your feet and with the wind, and get on the train in one go. If you make a slight mistake, you may fall off and get injured or even be run over to death by the train.  It can be said that every train picking is a contest of life and death, a perfect display of courage and technology.

    Now, although Qin Baoshan didn't pick up the train, the people around him were about to take action.

    Just when the train was about to start, Liu Hong jumped out of the bushes with a whoosh, and quickly ran towards the train., his two legs are moving back and forth quickly, this movement is more handsome than Liu Xiang in the 100-meter race, his speed is getting faster and faster, as if he is flying.

    That's how the Flying Tigers came about.  Qin Baoshan watched enviously from behind.

    Even Monk Wei, Yang Song and the others, those who have practiced martial arts, have to go through a lot of study before they dare to do this. After all, there is a great trick.

    Picking the front of the car is easier than picking the carriage, because there are railings on the front of the car, Liu Hong's body swished forward, and then suddenly jumped up, his hands had already grasped the railing of the front of the car, and his body flew into the air.  With the train, run forward together.

    Qin Baoshan was extremely envious and had nothing to do. When he went to Weishan Lake, he simply learned how to pull the train with Liu Hong.  The railway that picks up the little devil may be useful at that time.

    Just as Qin Baoshan was meditating, Liu Dabiao's words came from beside him: "It's useless to pick up the train. Let's use infantry cannons, which can blow up the locomotive with one shot."

    Having said that, even Qin Baoshan was dumbfounded, that's right, how could he forget his old profession.

    Qin Baoshan has changed his role. Now he is a military research and development personnel. The bazooka has been built. Therefore, if you want to hit the little devil's railway, you don't need anything else at all. You just need to pick up the bazooka and pull the trigger.  , All of a sudden, the little devil's locomotive will be blown up.

    Therefore, it seems that it doesn't matter if you don't learn this technique of picking up trains.

    "Woo, woo!" After Liu Hong got into the car, he squatted down, huddled down, and looked up quietly. The drivers and coal shovelers in the front of the car are usually Chinese, but at the same time, there will definitely be people in the front of the car.  A ghost escorting a car.

    Sure enough, when he came up, he saw the devil, dozing off on the side of the front of the train, and at the same time as the train whistle sounded, the box cannon in his hand rang.

    "Crack, crack!" Two shots were fired, just covered by the whistle of the train, and the devil who was escorting the train had already been shot twice and fell to the ground.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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