Chen Changhai woke up slowly and touched his hot cheek with his hand. It hurt a little and seemed to be swollen.
My head was a little dizzy, and the scenery in front of me was still a little blurry.
"What's wrong with me?" Chen Changhai asked leisurely. His consciousness was still a little confused, and his memory still stayed before he fainted due to a misfortune.
"Boss, you took it."
Shaking his head, a bad thought came to his mind again.
I came here once the day before yesterday and again today.
It’s not long to die!
This was the only thought in Chen Changhai's mind.
"But why is my face so swollen?" Chen Changhai asked, looking at the puppet soldiers in confusion.
"It's Laba. When he saw you smoking, he ran out to find some herbs. After feeding him, he stopped smoking. Then your face became swollen. Not only was your face swollen, but now your neck is also swollen." Someone pointed out Said to a puppet soldier with a simple face.
Chen Changhai touched his neck. It felt hard and swollen.
He stood up unsteadily, and a puppet soldier next to him immediately came over to help him: "Boss, are we still going to practice?"
Chen Changhai sighed and said feebly: "I'm not going. Let's go back to the base first. I want to be quiet."
"Boss, is Jingjing your mistress? If you want to, brother, I will run to Ping'an City and pick her up for you."
"Get out!" Chen Changhai kicked the eyeless puppet soldier on the thigh and pinned him to the ground.
MD, it seems that I was angry just now because I missed women. Is it really like what Xu San said, that my disease is related to women?
But what happened this time?
Turning to look at Laba: "By the way, what kind of medicine did you feed me? I didn't know you were capable of this?"
The puppet soldier known as Laba scratched his head in embarrassment, "What kind of skills do I have? I am just a farmer. In the past, when the sheep at home had a cold, I fed them that kind of grass."
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I wanted to kick him, but he had good intentions no matter what.
If this was repayment of kindness, it would inevitably chill the brother's heart. After thinking about it, he asked: "Do you still have that kind of grass?"
"Yes! Yes! Fortunately, this kind of grass is frost-resistant and can be found in winter." As he spoke, Laba took out a few pieces of Huangbulaji grass from his pocket.
Chen Changhai looked at it and put it in his pocket. He then took out a few banknotes and stuffed them in. "This small amount of money is a small token of my brother's gratitude. I will go back and buy a bottle of wine."
"No, no."
Laba quickly stretched out his hand and pushed it back.
Chen Changhai is famous for being stingy and stingy. Although Laba looks loyal, he is not stupid. He knows that if he accepts money today, the captain may not be able to wear his little shoes in the future.
Don't worry, Chen Changhai decisively took back the money and returned to the stronghold with the puppet troops.
However, he was absent-minded and accidentally took a side road. When he came back to his senses, he didn't know where he was?
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Li Si reached out and took the pile of bricks, then threw it to the side without looking, and then the pile of bricks fell neatly on a pile of bricks more than one meter away.
This was repeated several times, and after one layer of bricks was laid, the Japanese in charge of supervising the work waved to stop.
Then, another Japanese man ran up to the pile of bricks, took out a piece of twine hanging the stone, measured it, adjusted it slightly, and then waved to continue.
This situation has happened several times, and Li Si is speechless for such picky supervisors as the Japanese.
Although he knew that the Japs had strict military discipline, if they were like today, it meant that the Japs in this stronghold were sick, and they were seriously ill.
After moving the bricks, several people organized other materials, and Li Si also found an opportunity to send a few voice messages.
At the same time, he also received news that the county brigade had destroyed another highway.
In the evening, Li Si's prison welcomed the top commander of this stronghold, Kamijou Touma.
He was wearing a neat military uniform of an aide-de-camp, with neat sheets and no wrinkles. Like most Japanese officers, he is not tall, about 1.6 meters tall, and has a mustache.
But unlike ordinary officers, his command knife is not hung on his body, but is kept by his adjutant. Another difference is that the pistols he is equipped with are double pistols, one on the left and one hanging on both sides of the waist. . His eyes were cold and gloomy, and there was a faint smell of blood on his body. Li Si judged from this smell that this little devil's officer must have just killed someone.
After a brief inspection of the cell, he stopped in front of Li Si's cell door.
After silently counting the number of people, he did not speak, but raised his eyebrows slightly.
Then, he glanced at the Japanese guarding the cell with a fierce look.
The Japanese man immediately stood at attention and bowed: "Hi!"
Turning back, he opened the cell door.
His movements are fast and standard, and every detail is done in place.
After opening the door, he quickly picked out seven people in the cell, including Li Si and Lian Wushang.
Exposed?
Probably not, because the seven people who were pulled out were not only from the county brigade, but also a fellow villager who was arrested from other places.
While Li Si was still thinking about how to deal with what was about to happen, the cell opposite was also opened.
Then the Japanese pushed him and pushed him into the opposite cell.
Seeing that he was not exposed, Li Si cooperated and walked in.
Seven people also followed Li Si and walked inside.
But when the last one was about to enter, he was stopped by the Japanese.
The man who was stopped was a soldier from the county brigade. He looked at the Japanese who stopped him without knowing why.
But what he saw in the devil's eyes was a trace of ridicule and gloating.
"Ka-cha"
Kamijou Touma took out his pistol, pulled the gun, raised his hand, and pulled the trigger without any hesitation.
Bah——
A gunshot echoed in the prison.
After the gunshot, Li Si saw his comrades lying in a pool of blood.
Lian Wushang was about to explode in the face of the onslaught of killings, but was immediately held down by Li Si on his shoulders.
He gritted his teeth and suppressed the unwillingness and anger in his heart before he stabilized his trembling figure.
Kamijou Touma waved his hand, and the dead warrior was dragged out.
The death of his comrade-in-arms came too suddenly, without any warning.
After Kamijou Touma fired, Li Si even thought that his side was really exposed.
However, Kamijou did not take any further action. He just put the gun back in the holster and turned around and left as if nothing had happened.
After Kamijou left, the Japanese brought a mop and a bucket and motioned to the people on the other side to clean up.
The smell of blood suddenly filled the entire cell.
Li Si leaned against the wall, looking at the bloodstains of his comrades on the ground, and felt a surge of sadness. Another comrade had died. How many of them was this?
He didn't know the reason, but if Xu San was here, he would definitely know.
Because of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Damn obsessive-compulsive disorder, the number of people imprisoned on the left and right sides is not equal, so the damned Japanese just randomly picked one to kill.
