Chapter 26 Allusions to the Anshi Rebellion
I didn't return to the cell on time, and I could imagine what the mad dog must have looked like.
Greeting my ancestors for eighteen generations is a must. The female prisoner who stayed with her in the single cell that night suffered a lot. The most convenient punching bag is useless if you don't use it.
Finally, after being late for more than half an hour, the news of my return reached Mad Dog’s ears, and he finally stopped—no wonder.
Mad dog doesn’t know what happened? But he knows that I didn't betray him. Isn't that enough?
It's not enough. People who are excited now need to vent, and the female prisoner is just the one to do it...it's all in vain if you don't need it.
The poor female prisoner was tortured twice.
I may have guessed all this, and other prisoners later confirmed this to me.
The news of my injury cannot be leaked. If it is leaked, my life will definitely be in danger.
Thanks to the fact that I pretended to be sick the day before, slept in the back of the cell, and was shielded by the bodies of my fellow inmates and the scarecrow, I was not discovered.
Anyway, I have already pretended to be sick, so I will continue to pretend to be sick. It can be said that we survived this small disaster without any danger.
Every loss must be rewarded, and Mad Dog's trust in me deepened. I only told Mad Dog about the bear trap in the sewer and asked him to keep it secret.
For a while, Mad Dog stopped talking about escaping from prison because the conditions were not met, but his desire to escape from prison never died.
The wound finally healed and thankfully there was no infection.
I no longer have to pretend to be sick and think everything is business as usual.
I'm in a good mood today, and I want to whistle as accompaniment when I pee. It is undeniable that Mad Dog, a third-generation Chinese medicine practitioner, does have some tricks. Not only did my second brother recover as before, he also became twice as strong. So every time I go to the toilet, if I don't whistle, there seems to be no sense of ritual and I can't urinate.
The bodyguards are sufficient, and I am as impressive as the stars. I can walk upright, sideways, diagonally, or in fancy ways, and no one dares to look at me sideways, because I am the great Optimus Prime in everyone's mind.
What I don’t know is that behind my back everyone is calling me the four-navel monster. Anyway, no one has dared to call me that to my face, so I don’t know
After peeing, I asked the bodyguards to stand in the second row at the door. What was I afraid of? I entered the toilet in a good mood.
MD, it’s a sunny day today, why am I feeling chilly again.
The last time I felt a chill on my back was when the unlucky guy slipped and drowned in feces. Could it be that the same thing happened again today?
I looked around carefully, but there was no one there.
The bodyguards were at the door, lined up in two rows.
Safety.
I started to whistle and planned to pee, but at this moment, the baby finally came out.
The manure pit is boiling. Why, the manure pit has been filled with firewood. How can it be?
Obviously beyond my knowledge, there was a person hiding under the excrement water. He used my whistle as a signal and knew that I was coming to pee, so he launched a sneak attack on me. Does a real killer need to be so unscrupulous?
But it was really the killer who attacked me.
Oh my god, I screamed loudly.
Before I could call for help, I panicked and fell down.
When he fell, the people outside, who were not vegetarians, finally took a look inside the toilet.
When the bodyguards outside rushed in, I finally shouted: "Help."
At this time, I don’t want to worry about my image, my life is at stake. I crawled on all fours. Just stay away from that killer.
I am convinced that I am a human being, not an animal. Because I put my hands on the ground, can't I use them as legs?
At that time, I was crawling on five legs. I was so panicked that I forgot.
With bodyguards taking action, I should be safe - that's weird.
This killer is covered in feces, and the bodyguard thought to himself, I can fight hard, but I really don’t want to fight with feces, so I always have some scruples, which is normal. Two kind-hearted people also came in. They were really kind-hearted.
If you help me up from the ground and pull me out of the toilet, wouldn't I be very safe?
At that time, I can be a melon-eating audience and watch what it means to bravely move forward.
But the real danger comes now.
There are not many kind-hearted people in this world. I never thought that these two people were the real killers. Taking this opportunity, they actually killed me.
It was too late, but soon, the mad dog appeared.
Only then did Mad Dog's domineering power truly come into play. As soon as he made a move, it was like a double dragon striking a tiger, hitting the two killers' faces with both fists. If the blow was real, the noses of these two would be broken even if they were not dead.
The killer's instinctive reaction, also called muscle reaction, is the result of long-term training. If it is necessary to kill me, it is possible, but I will be seriously injured.
At that moment, the killer's instinct to dodge saved my life. It was precisely because of this missed moment that I saved my life.
The bodyguards were fighting with the one hiding at the bottom of the cesspool, and they were still wary of the existence of the big killer - feces. However, the two new ones who broke in were fighting for their lives with their eldest brother, Mad Dog.
Whether it is the Savior or to show loyalty, he must do his best.
Mad Dog has already taken action to save me, and he will definitely not let these three guys go. A loud voice ordered his bodyguards: "Beat him to death."
The bodyguards probably don't have high IQs, and they sound like beating the crap out of them.
The melee in the toilet was not big in scale, so you can imagine what kind of war it turned into.
The police were quickly alerted to what they did not know was my murder, but the situation was quickly brought under control.
Discipline is a must.
The deputy warden on duty today is here.
The stinking prisoners were lined up in a row waiting for the deputy warden to lecture them.
The deputy warden covered his mouth and nose with a white handkerchief and asked: "What's the situation? Who is making trouble?"
I raised my hand.
"You, 567 explain, what happened?"
Looking at it now, even if I didn't join in the melee, I was the cleanest on my body, and the deputy warden was happy for me to approach him and report the situation. I said, "It's nothing serious. We just discussed the allusions to the Tang Dynasty in the toilet." I said.
"Tell me, tell me everything in detail," the deputy warden ordered.
"Li Longji and the Anshi Rebellion in the Tang Dynasty. Have you heard of it? I know it. They didn't believe it. So they started arguing and even demonstrated it live."
"Actually, you are the one called Li Longji, and they are the rebels who rebelled against shit, right?" said the deputy warden.
"Yes, yes, that's it. They are very brave and move forward. Now everyone has a long memory." I agreed.
"I'm mad at you." The deputy warden obviously suppressed a smile. After he punched me hard, he turned around and ran quickly, turning his back to everyone and saying, "Let's all disperse."
It was obviously a murder aimed at me, but I didn't say anything, I just made a homophonic joke. Anyway, no one was injured or injured. The deputy warden followed the principle of doing more than doing less, so he reversed it first, because everyone except me People, they all stink.
So what happened in history was the Anshi Rebellion, and the modern Shit Rebellion happened just now.
Please look forward to Chapter 27: I am the Immortal Military Advisor
