Three days later.
As usual, when Xi Sheng finished breakfast and prepared to disperse to carry out their daily tasks, an accident happened.
"It tastes really bad. All domestic pig food tastes better than this."
After eating local food for several days, Wang Bao squatted on the steps with a bowl and couldn't help complaining.
The production level of people here is low, and some food is good, let alone how delicious the food here is.
The basic characteristic of the food here is that it tastes bad, but it can fill your stomach.
As soon as this was said, several other people nodded in agreement.
"Is there any more mustard? Give me some."
"Brother Bao, it's gone."
A few bags of pickled mustard brought from China are in short supply here.
Without the mustard mustard, the food here would be inedible.
As soon as he heard that the pickled mustard was gone, Wang Bao was so angry that he threw his chopsticks, pointed at a few people and cursed: "You little bastards, you are doing nothing but eating every day, but you are positive. It has only been a few days, and the pickled mustard is gone? Is that so?" It’s not like someone stole it while I was away.”
Several people looked at each other and held their bowls in silence.
After a few words of accusation, Wang Bao asked for his own money, pointed to a younger brother, and ordered: "Here, take the money and go to the small shop in the village to buy something to eat with. Chili sauce is the best."
"okay."
The younger brother put down the bowl, took the money and started to go out.
After the younger brother left, everyone continued chatting.
But as they were chatting, Wang Bao suddenly noticed from the corner of his eye that the young man hadn't gone out yet. Instead, he was standing at the door of the yard, never stepping out of the yard and not knowing what he was doing.
Wang Bao was furious and stood up, "What are you doing, kid? Is your wife here or something, unwilling to go out?"
The boy at the door of the yard heard the sound and turned his head stiffly, with fear on his face, "Bao, Brother Bao! Help, help me!"
Wang Bao looked at him. After he saw clearly, his eyes changed drastically, and the bowl in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
Everyone looked at Wang Bao in surprise, and also looked at the door.
Then, there were a few more clanging sounds, and everyone's bowls fell to the ground.
At the entrance of the yard, two locals, armed with ammunition and wearing dark green military uniforms, barged in with fierce expressions on their faces.
They held two standard submachine guns in their hands.
The sleeves were rolled up, revealing dark skin.
After breaking in, a soldier looked around the yard and said to everyone in broken Northern Mandarin:
"Who is Lin Qiyang?"
Everyone looked at Lin Qiyang.
Lin Qiyang took a step forward.
The man pointed his gun at Lin Qiyang and said, "Come with us."
Lin Qiyang did not refuse and said "Okay."
Because he knew that this day would come sooner or later.
Seeing that the two men were about to take Lin Qiyang away, Wang Bao bravely stepped forward. Although his legs were shaking like a sieve, he still said bravely:
"Two soldiers, Master Jun? Dare you ask what my brother committed?"
No wonder Wang Bao is so scared.
He was facing serious soldiers.
And these soldiers are different from those in China.
This is the person of the local warlord leader.
In their eyes, there is no such thing as caring for the common people.
If you dare to make them unhappy, they will be upset in a flash.
In other words, Wang Bao's life is in danger at any time.
Human life is worthless here.
Facing Wang Bao, the two of them did not answer and wanted to take Lin Qiyang away.
Wang Bao wanted to step forward to ask, but Yang Ying reached out to stop him and said to Wang Bao: "Wang Bao, you stay here to look after the house. I will go with you to see what happened."
"oh."
Wang Bao's mind was now blank, and he subconsciously agreed.
Yang Ying followed.
The two men with guns didn't say anything.
that's all.
Lin Qiyang and Yang Ying followed the two Burmese soldiers out of the courtyard, leaving only the people in the courtyard looking at each other, not knowing what happened.
"What happened? How did you get into trouble with the local soldiers?"
"You ask me how I know? Brother Lin is probably going to be in trouble."
"..."
On the road.
Yang Ying looked at Lin Qiyang and said: "To be honest, Wang Bao is really good to you. He treats you like a brother. After everything is done, I really can't imagine you sending him to prison with your own hands. Think about it. They all find it exciting.”
Looking at this woman, she seemed to be gloating about her misfortune.
Lin Qiyang felt a headache.
He followed the soldier and said to Yang Ying: "You can rest assured that I will not let this happen."
"What do you want?"
Yang Ying was a little curious about how Lin Qiyang could prevent this situation from happening.
"Guess." Lin Qiyang gave up.
"cut."
Yang Ying pouted.
Soon, the two were taken to a military vehicle parked at the entrance of the village.
The driver started the car and the car sped away, bringing up smoke and dust along the way.
The car is driving on the road in the countryside.
The morning wind still carries the smell of earth.
Needless to say, this convertible is quite comfortable to sit in, but I don’t know where my destination is.
"You said you were a warrior a few days ago. How many soldiers with live ammunition can you defeat?"
Lin Qiyang looked at the scenery on the roadside and said casually:
"It depends on the situation. As for me, I will be strong when I am strong and weak when I am weak."
"Then I kindly suggest to you that to capture the thief first, capture the king. You'd better control the warlord leader first. Only then can we take the initiative in this battle."
Lin Qiyang glanced at her and suddenly said, "Do you think these people can understand what we are saying?"
Yang Ying glanced at the Burmese soldiers in the car and said, "It doesn't matter. In their eyes, you are already a dead person."
Lin Qiyang snorted and said nothing.
The military vehicle drove on the road for about half an hour and finally entered a military site built among the mountains.
Lin Qiyang took a closer look and found that this place should be the home of a local military leader. There was also a watchtower built at the door, with searchlights and sentries on it.
After entering, all kinds of weapons are available, including two heavy cannons.
The soldiers were doing morning exercises, all with their upper bodies bare, revealing their strong, dark muscles.
I saw Yang Ying on the military vehicle.
It was as if he had never seen a woman in eight lifetimes.
A hooligan whistle was blown.
Fortunately, Yang Ying is well-informed.
He has become physiologically immune to this kind of rogue whistle.
The military finally stopped outside a leaky tent. The soldier who escorted the two men did not say anything. He just pointed his gun at the two men and asked them to get out of the car and enter the tent to wait.
After getting off the car.
Lin Qiyang and Yang Ying went up the steps.
Went to sit in the drafty tent.
This is more like a relaxing place.
There is a long table with chairs on both sides, and there are several pots of tea on the table.
Lin Qiyang, who was familiar with the situation, randomly chose a seat and sat down, watching the Burmese soldiers training not far away.
And Yang Ying was even more familiar and poured herself a glass of water.
"Why do you feel like you've been here before?" Lin Qiyang asked.
Yang Ying took a sip of water to quench her thirst, "No, I've just been to similar places before, bigger than this and smaller than this."
