Shang Zhen couldn't figure out when he woke up. The big bright light bulb was still shining on his head.
The room was tightly closed, with heavy curtains drawn on the windows, so that Shang Zhen couldn't tell what time it was outside, and time seemed to have stopped.
The wounds on his body where he had been whipped had stopped bleeding, but they were still burning.
In order to resist the pain, Shang Zhen began to divert his attention and tried to think of some beautiful things, such as Leng Xiaozhi.
On the night when Leng Xiaozhi had a fever, Shang Zhen didn't fall asleep immediately. He kept listening to Leng Xiaozhi nagging like a little old lady.
In fact, if it wasn't for Leng Xiaozhi to fall asleep quickly, Shang Zhen would have answered the call.
Leng Xiaozhi recalled the past and said he was as thin as a stick. Leng Xiaozhi looked to the future and said what should he do if he lost his photo? Anyway, there are all kinds of worries.
What he wanted to say at that time was why he was thinking about those things? I can't even figure out when I will die.
In these few short years, Shang Zhen could not be said to have fought many battles, but he also fought no less. He had seen too much death, and he never considered himself superior to others.
Behind the survival of every veteran is the blood of his brothers. Surviving on the battlefield depends on skills and luck.
So many brothers died in the battle, and most likely I would die here.
Just die, Shang Zhen sighed in his heart. No matter whether he died or not, he was destined to be unable to fulfill his mother's wish. The country girl with a thick waist and a round butt in his imagination had disappeared.
If he was lucky enough to survive, there would still be Leng Xiaozhi. I wonder if Leng Xiaozhi would have a thick waist and a round butt after getting married.
That night when he and Leng Xiaozhi were lying on the hot kang, he should have hugged her, or at least measured Leng Xiaozhi's figure with his hands.
Thinking of this, Shang Zhen couldn't help but grin, but his grin really turned into a grin, because he also had injuries on his face, which were caused by the tip of the whip.
Shang Zhen felt the pain increase again when he thought of the whip.
Now he finally understood what life was worse than death.
But just as his thoughts continued to shift his attention, he suddenly moved. Although this movement made him feel pain again, he still listened carefully because he heard the sound of gunshots.
In this closed torture room, the gunfire did not sound loud, or even very small. If an ordinary person heard the sound, he would at most think that someone was setting off a firecracker.
But Shang Zhen wouldn't, because Shang Zhen is a battle-hardened veteran. When he heard the first gunshot, he was sure that it was a gunshot!
If there was only one shot, Shang Zhen would just think about it, but the gunfire became continuous, and the place where the gunshot sounded was getting closer and closer.
Um? Some hope arose in Shang Zhen's heart.
Ten minutes later, the door of the torture room opened with a bang. Shang Zhen was surprised and happy to see soldiers rushing into the room with guns in hand.
The soldier's uniform was clearly that of the Northeast Army, but he didn't recognize him and was not who he imagined.
But it didn't matter anymore, he was saved!
Everything happened so fast, yet so unreal, just like when he was caught, he was severely injured in a very short period of time.
The battle didn't just start at Huaqing Pool, gunshots were heard throughout Lintong and even Xi'an.
Now that the Northeastern Army has decided to take action, all the military and police officers in Lintong and Xi'an have been attacked by the Northeastern Army at the first moment. If they raise their guns and surrender, that's it. If they dare to raise their guns and resist, they will be killed without mercy. .
Fortunately for Shang Zhen, the Northeastern Army knew that this was a stronghold of the military command, and during the operation, Hao Zhenglong also greeted other Northeastern troops.
A week later, Shang Zhen was sitting cross-legged on the kang in the military camp. His upper body was still naked and covered with scabs. He looked so ugly, as if there were many snakes crawling on his body.
He never dreamed that things would turn around like this. Marshal Zhang actually sent people to arrest the policeman who came to Nanjing to supervise the war!
If it weren't for the fact that the wounds on his body were still aching, he would have suspected that he was dreaming!
"Come on, come on, company commander, have a good meal!" At this time, the sound of the door and the shout of the little dustpan sounded at the same time.
Little Dustpan and Wang Laomao ran in carrying a food box each.
"What's delicious?" Shang Zhen laughed.
"Open it yourself and take a look!" The little dustpan showed off.
After Shang Zhen opened the food box, he exclaimed in surprise: "Oh, braised pork elbow, roasted chicken, braised peanuts, and fat sausage!"
"Haha." Little Dustpan laughed proudly.
"Where did you get the money?" Shang Zhen asked curiously.
For a long time, since they joined the special training team from the 7th Brigade, they have not received any allowance. The money that the whole platoon spent on daily life was left to them by the brigade commander Liu Chengyi when the 7th Brigade left Xi'an. , but now there are not many left.
"I got rich, I got reward money, hehe." Little Dustpan said with a smile.
"Reward?" Shang Zhen was even more surprised, "What did you do? Where did you get the reward? Did you reward more?"
"The commander said at that time that whoever caught the old man would be rewarded 10,000 yuan." Xiao Dustpan replied.
"It's the old man you caught. Why didn't I hear about it?" Shang Zhen asked next.
A week has passed since the incident. After Shang Zhen was rescued, it was impossible for him to get no information at all.
"I didn't catch him, but I provided some information. I saw his guard looking up sideways. When I saw it, I said he looked up. As a result, the old man came out on his own later. , so I have a share of this reward, I split two thousand yuan!" Little Dustpan said happily.
"Then you have become rich. If you don't keep it to talk about my wife, what delicious food can you buy me?" Shang Zhen must smile, but he has already picked up the chopsticks in his hand to insert the braised pork elbow.
"Hehe." Little Dustpan was happy again, "I handed over the money, and I gave it to my Uncle Wang!" He proudly gestured to Mr. Wang with his thumb, and at this time Mr. Wang was smiling. Then he took out a bottle of wine from his pocket.
"What am I doing for you, Uncle Wang?" Shang Zhen was still confused.
"Let me tell my old Wang about my wife. He will have a daughter in the future so that she can be my father-in-law!" Little Dustpan said with a smile and then jumped onto the kang without even taking off his shoes!
"Hey, you little bastard! I said you gave me the money, but you were waiting for me here, right?" Mr. Wang pointed at the small dustpan and cursed with a smile.
"Take off your shoes, take off your shoes. How can anyone get on the kang with shoes on? Move that kang table over here!" Shang Zhen scolded the little dustpan with a smile.
Seeing that Mr. Wang had no intention of beating him, Little Dustpan sat down with a smile, took off his shoes, and went to move the small kang table.
Shang Zhen's injuries are not fully healed yet, so Wang Lao Mao and Xiao Dustpan are left to take care of him.
Soon, the three of them were sitting cross-legged on the Kang. There were four dishes on the table, and Mr. Wang also put the wine glass on the table.
"Is the door locked?" Mr. Wang asked the little dustpan.
"It's plugged in, it's plugged in!" replied the little dustpan.
"Drink!" Mr. Wang picked up the bowl of wine, but there was no one to drink with him. It is not good for Shang Zhen to drink when he is injured, and a small dustpan is not good for this.
Old Mao Wang didn't mind this. Soon after he finished a bowl of wine, his words of advice could be heard in the room: "Young Marshal did a great job this time. This is what we Northeasterners do!"
His grandma is a bastard. That old man plotted against our young marshal, but the young marshal was deceived by him.
The result, hehe, now the young marshal has detained the old man, is it up to us whether to let him go or to kill him?
Ah, you said this is the same for this young marshal. This is the character of our pure Northeastern people. Hu Chao just caught the emperor like this, but everything was solved! "
Wang Laomao was indeed very excited. Since the door was locked, the outside could not hear anything, so he spoke out his thoughts.
"After losing the three eastern provinces, our Northeastern Army was scolded too much. We couldn't get any benefits from fighting with the Red Army, and the superiors forced a civil war. This time, the Northeastern Army finally got anxious. The result, hehe. "
"Uncle Wang, do you think the young marshal will kill that old man?" Little Dustpan asked.
"It's hard to say this, and it's not our turn to talk about it. What do you think, Mr. Shang?" Mr. Wang turned to ask Shang Zhen.
"If you don't say anything, why should it be my turn?" Shang Zhen said with a smile, "It doesn't matter so much, we are soldiers, at least I escaped with my life this time.
It was just a coincidence that I ended up in such a bear-like state after just one night in a place where no one stayed. If it had been one day later, I guess even if I were alive, my arms and legs might not be intact. "
"Yes, Mr. Shang is right, let's not worry about that, come on, let's drink.
Oops, what’s the point of me being with you two? If you didn’t drink, you would have brought back the dead monkey! "Old Mao Wang said regretfully.
"Uncle Old Wang, aren't you thinking about my reward money?" Xiao Jianjun brought up the previous conversation again.
