"Hold your head and squat down!" she shouted while blowing the whistle and ran towards the man and woman.
But the latter ran away, trying to escape through the crowded environment.
The nearby citizens who did not know the truth were looking around. The female patrol officer struggled to squeeze through a group of people and followed closely.
As the distance got closer, she grabbed the woman's left hand and held it firmly. But when the young man discovered that his accomplice had been arrested, he immediately turned around and rushed over, trying to rescue his accomplice.
The two sides were fighting together in an instant. The woman was struggling desperately, and the young man was also pushing and pulling.
"Let go!!!" the female patrol officer yelled, but it had no effect. The man and woman were still resisting fiercely.
Faced with the two men's full efforts to resist arrest, she, who was smaller in stature, could not defeat them with her fists and was completely at a disadvantage.
This scene happened in front of Zhou Changfeng and Xia Xiaoshi, only ten steps away.
The former did not want to get involved in this sudden incident at first, which was completely different from last time. Anyway, there are people around, so the two people being chased will definitely be subdued by passers-by.
But once he gets mixed up, he will probably have to go to the inspection department again tonight. After all, the first Lantern Festival after a wedding is somewhat commemorative, so if it can’t be disrupted, it shouldn’t be disrupted.
But things often backfire, and suddenly, another figure rushes out from the crowd.
A male voice from a passerby exclaimed: "Knife! He has a knife!"
Zhou Changfeng looked around and saw two stocky men holding knives and rushing towards the struggling female patrol officer and the two suspects.
Grass! I almost forgot, this kind of child trafficking gangs usually travel together and look out for each other!
Without any time to hesitate, Zhou Changfeng snatched the candied haws from Xia Xiaoshi's hand and pulled out the hairpin from her bun.
At this time, the baton carried by the female patrol officer had already rolled aside, and she was currently trying hard to take out the gun from her waist.
But as soon as she took out her gun from the holster, the two knife-wielding accomplices rushed forward and stabbed her with their knives.
At this moment, the candied haws, which was frozen hard due to the cold weather, flew straight towards him and hit one of them on the back of the head with precision.
The next second, Zhou Changfeng held the hairpin in his right hand and threw it out with all his strength. The hairpin made of tungsten steel spun three times in the air like a flying needle. But unfortunately, in the end, it failed to hit with the pointed tip, but hit it vertically, causing no damage.
Now he had no time to complain about his incompetence, so he bent down and picked up the two-foot-long ash wood baton.
As the saying goes, one inch is longer and one inch is stronger. A stick of more than 60 centimeters is completely worthy of a small dagger of more than 10 centimeters.
Zhou Changfeng knocked the daggers out of the hands of the two knife-wielding accomplices with three strokes, but what he saw out of the corner of his eye made his heart skip a beat - the female patrol officer who had been stabbed relaxed her grip due to the severe pain. , that young man has already captured the revolver.
Fortunately, the citizens nearby did not sit idly by. They were just confused by the series of situations just now. After coming back to their senses, a group of young men swarmed up and quickly subdued several suspects here.
Zhou Changfeng threw away his baton. Under the flickering lights around him, it was clear that the female patrol officer had been stabbed in the lower abdomen and was bleeding profusely. The pool of blood under her body was expanding at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye.
He hesitated, picked up the pistol and fired into the air, hoping to make other patrol officers around him rush to help faster.
"boom--"
The sound of the gunshots spread very far at night. Zhou Changfeng put down the gun, turned around and shouted loudly: "Bandage! Stop the bleeding! Give me any strips of cloth, towels, and handkerchiefs you can get!"
Most of the women who were hiding in the distance were stunned, and then started rummaging around.
Whoever has nothing to do takes a towel with them, or even a handkerchief.
Soon Zhou Changfeng had more than a dozen handkerchiefs of different colors on hand, but there were no straps long enough to be used as bandages.
He said anxiously: "Hurry up! It needs to grow!"
People looked at each other, wondering where they could find a long belt that met the requirements.
At this time, a tall and thin girl boldly asked: "Is it okay to have a poop?"
The so-called silk fabric is a long belt worn between the shoulders, arms and waist, usually made of silk.
This thing is a pure decoration, and it is convenient to travel. Even though today is the Lantern Festival, many women choose to wear ancient clothes, but most people will not cause trouble for themselves.
But there are some people who wear such a long belt when going out just to be elegant and chic.
"Hold on, hold on." Zhou Changfeng glanced at the dagger inserted into the lower abdomen of the female patrol officer and said with relief: "It's not a fatal injury, it's okay."
It is not advisable to pull out this knife when dealing with trauma, otherwise it may aggravate the bleeding. He quickly folded the handkerchief into a strip and pressed it next to the stab wound. The dark red venous blood soaked it instantly.
Then, he put a folded handkerchief on it, and finally wrapped the silk cloth around his body twice, so that the bandage was completed.
"Cold...a little...cold..."
"Don't fall asleep, hey, keep your eyes open."
The commotion and gunshots here quickly attracted other patrol officers nearby, and within a few minutes, two people arrived.
Nowadays, there is no Internet. It is very difficult for ordinary people to get access to professional knowledge. They have to consult a doctor or go to the library to find it themselves. Therefore, even if there are people who are interested, most of them will be put off by these troubles.
In later generations, in addition to various brochures, sometimes when I accidentally come across relevant videos, I click on them and watch them for a while. Over time, I can understand more or less.
So when the patrol officers who came to support saw such a bandage, they subconsciously judged that Zhou was a doctor.
"Someone help me!"
"Be good, there's a lot of blood! Hurry, get to the hospital!"
"Doctor! How is she...?"
Zhou Changfeng, whose hands were covered with blood, wiped the blood with a handkerchief and replied: "It should be the intestines. No organs were injured. Just debridement and suturing will be enough."
During this period, several suspects were severely beaten, kicked and punched by the angry citizens, all of which were fatal.
The stocky man holding the knife was thrown from the city wall. The city wall in the Jubaomen area was four feet high. He hit the ground with his upper body first and was almost killed instantly.
It is common for patrol officers to not care what happens to a few traffickers. At least in this case, the idiom "the law does not punish the crowd" is applicable.
Since ancient times, the Chinese legal system has imposed very severe sentences on this kind of "slightly selling people". The Han Dynasty was the most severe, followed by the Sui and Tang Dynasties.
For example, the Han Dynasty's "Nine Chapters of Laws - Laws of Robbery" has an explicit law that "...if someone betrays someone slightly and betrays someone else, he is guilty of the same crime. If someone has betrayed someone else, it is a crime."
The punishment of beating is a typical punishment left over from ancient times. First, the flesh is cut off from the bones, then the limbs are broken, and finally the throat is cut. However, since the Sui and Tang Dynasties, many large and small punishments have been eliminated, and the remaining five punishments have been fixed at the familiar flogging, cane, disciple, exile, and death. Among them, "death" is divided into beheading, hanging, and mutilation.
However, even after the Song and Yuan Dynasties, the sentences for human traffickers were often as follows: a hundred rods, three thousand miles of exile, three years of imprisonment, etc.
And if abuse was discovered, it often escalated directly to hanging. In view of the fact that most trafficking gangs cannot serve them well, they usually cannot escape death.
"There's something wrong with your combination. You shouldn't be alone in such a key place."
"Manpower is tight today and there is not enough."
After learning Zhou's true identity, the patrol officers were embarrassed and thanked him repeatedly. However, he complained about the police deployment of the Jubaomen Gate Tower.
To put it simply, the Jiangning County Police Department is sufficient at ordinary times, but it is only the Lantern Festival, a grand festival of the year, that can cause some tension.
Therefore, we are reluctant to expand the scale. In other words, the Consultative Yuan is not willing to allocate funds and thinks it is a waste of money.
After all, the local inspection department would not object to allocating more funds. Recruiting a few more people would save time and effort, and if the thieves ordered it, they could secretly pocket the money.
A deputy superintendent sighed: "These people specialize in targeting when there are large crowds of people, and they succeed every time. Trafficking cases have always been common during the Lantern Festival. Last year, there were more than 40 cases in Jiangning County in one night."
"So many?" Zhou Changfeng frowned when he heard this and said, "How many were broken in the end?"
"Uh... I can only say... not high."
"Can't tell? There aren't even ten cases, right?"
The deputy superintendent replied helplessly: "Sir, this is nothing like a murder case. The murderer behaves abnormally and is easy to identify. There are many of these people who are well-dressed and well-dressed. They don't look at all like thieves who sell children." "
Later, several dying suspects had their hands cuffed, and then the patrol officers tied the handcuffs with ropes and dragged them away.
For Zhou Changfeng and Xia Xiaoshi, although they were not invited to the nearby inspection department this time, the good Shangyuan Festival was still disrupted by this.
Because the hairpin was pulled out by someone Zhou, the latter's hair was disheveled, so he had to go to the food stall under the city wall to get a pair of chopsticks as a temporary replacement.
The two of them lost all interest and wandered around for a few more times before going home.
Some people are happy and some are sad, but the Lantern Festival that should have been peaceful has become a good day for young people. It is hard to imagine that a night that should have been leisurely has to face the sadness of separation of flesh and blood.
This day is also the day when the officials in the execution halls, torture chambers, and inspection divisions of the government offices in the north and south of the Yangtze River are most worried - if there are fewer than in previous years, that's fine; but if there is an increase instead of a decrease, then it's over, and 80% of the political achievements will be in vain.
As far as the capital is concerned, there is a big difference from last year. This time during the Shangyuan Festival, Yingtianfu received a total of 92 reports of missing children, 44 in Jiangning County, 31 in Shangyuan County, and 17 in Shangfang County.
As a result, Dai Binshi, the director of the Yingtian Mansion Criminal Hall, collapsed.
Since he took office, despite all possible efforts, the rampant child abduction and trafficking situation on the Lantern Festival has not changed.
Now it's better, the road to official career is blocked.
One can imagine the despair of a person who tries his best but gets nothing.
The age of forty should have been the most glorious age for a successful man, but the cold current situation seemed to pour a bucket of ice water on him, cooling his heart.
According to the rules of the Ming Dynasty, such officials with poor political performance would not just get out and leave. After all, they had not made any mistakes in their duties. But it will be extremely difficult to get promoted after that. Most likely, you will have to stay in the same position forever, or you will be transferred at the same level. You will wait until the age of retiring and returning home, and then you will be given a "friendship transfer" and promoted one level.
As for trying to find ways to gain connections, the feasibility of this is slim. Why don't the superiors give priority to promoting other people with bright resumes when they have the spare capacity? Unless this person is really good and has core competitiveness.
For an official fan, such a blow is probably no less than the revenge of killing his father.
While drinking to drown his sorrows, Dai Binshi couldn't help crying when he recalled the past. The dignified fourth-grade Yingtian Mansion Criminal Hall was crying secretly at home.
He once felt that he was not smart enough and could not beat a mere child, but his wife reassured him that he was already very powerful all the way to this point. Although he was not claiming to be a genius, he was still considered a leader among people, which made him feel more relaxed.
The next day, Dai Binshi, who had regained his composure, became fierce and determined to fight to the end with the thieves who were ruining his career.
The whole capital was stirred up by the Yingtian Prefecture police who were attacking everywhere. Under the leadership of the arrested suspects, the aggressive criminal police and patrolmen searched all suspicious inns, warehouses, and abandoned houses.
Citizens who wanted to enjoy the ten-day Lantern Festival holiday were deeply affected and complained constantly.
Zhou Changfeng returned to the station on the 24th to prepare for departure. It was still a week away from the honeymoon that Westerners were accustomed to, but Ming people did not pay attention to this.
At first, he and the other officers believed that going to Fushan Prefecture for drills was the real purpose - to practice first, and then wait a few months before heading east, because it would take time for Western forces to withdraw from the Japanese islands.
However, when the military column carrying the 1st Marine Regiment was refueling and replenishing water in Xuzhou, it suddenly received an order from the Naval Department of the Metropolitan Governor's Office, requiring it to immediately change its destination and head to Haizhou instead.
Aren't you going to Fushan Prefecture for a landing combat drill? Good guy, you’re not going to act now, right?
Haizhou, later known as Lianyungang, is now an important base for the Ming Dynasty's Eastern Fleet.
Because the level of development here is much lower than that of Shanghai, Hangzhou and other places, there will be fewer concerns about crowds and distractions, so some cutting-edge warships and fighter jets will be prioritized for deployment here for drills.
While waiting for transfer at the train station, everyone gathered on the edge of the platform and started talking.
"Are we going to take direct action?" Zhu Lizhuo said in surprise: "But it's not even March yet."
Zhao Hanfeng thought thoughtfully and said: "It's probably coming true. Maybe the court suddenly changed its mind."
"The Western garrison has not yet withdrawn, and now it is sending troops...perhaps to show off its military power? I personally feel that this is the intention." Yao Liangchuan speculated.
Xie Wancheng on the side waved his hand disdainfully, "What's there to think about? Just do whatever you want. It's just that this small country is not interesting. I'm afraid it will be over in ten days and a half if it doesn't happen by chance."
Yao Liangchuan glared at him, "You guy, you have to suffer to be happy?"
Zhou Changfeng had no mood swings about this. The risk of this military operation was not high. The Governor's Office and the Ministry of War had been preparing for it for many years. Overall, it was very safe.
Finish things early and try to get home before the Dragon Boat Festival. No matter how late it is, it won’t be the Chinese Valentine’s Day.
Land in Edo and capture the Japanese king alive!
I laughed so hard. Yesterday I was encouraged to experience massage and cupping, and my body fell apart.
There will be another update in the evening.
(End of chapter)
