Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

"Captain, this man is weird from the inside out, bring him back, really..."

    The leader of the independent regiment wiped the pistol in his hand: "At first it looked like a costume, but then I looked at the fabric and the workmanship. My mother used to be a good weaver, but I have never seen such powerful stitching skills. "

    "Besides, does he look like a troupe singer? He's clean-shaven and has good skin. The singers have to wipe their faces."

    The political commissar raised his eyes and looked at the group leader: "Then what do you mean?"

    The regiment leader took a deep breath: "No matter what, we are all Chinese. Even if we are enemy agents, we must first have evidence, right?"

    The regiment leader couldn't bear the gaze of the political commissar anymore, and waved his hand: "Forget it, he said his name is Li Bao, and he has the same surname as me. He thought he could help, so he helped."

    The political commissar snorted coldly, waved his hand and walked out of the room quickly.

    The group leader didn’t stop him at all, he just verbally said, “Hey, where are you going!?”

    The political commissar walked quickly to the door of the room where Yuchi Baoqi was under house arrest, and looked at the soldier guarding the door: "That person inside?"

    "Report to the political commissar! Nothing unusual!"

    The political commissar nodded, opened the door and walked in. The soldiers behind him closed the door again.

    At this time, Yuchi Baoqi was lying on the kang doing nothing. When he heard someone coming in, he tilted his head and said, "Hello."

    The political commissar sat down at the table: "Hello, my name is Zhao Qiang. Please tell me about your origin."

    Yuchi Baoqi turned over and sat up: "My name is Li Bao. I am the foolish son of a wealthy family. I know many high-ranking officials in Nanjing. I ran around and ended up like this."

    Zhao Qiang's eyes suddenly became sharp: "Nanjing! Are you an enemy agent!?"

    Yuchi Baoqi waved his hands repeatedly and said as he expected: "My father is actually not a rich man. He is the deputy director of the Nanjing Power Supply Station. The superiors thought that he might be suspected of defecting to the enemy, so they raped him and put him under investigation."

    "My father is not clean either. Who has never sold information? Why don't you take me to escape here? To use that elegant word, it's called...political asylum. That's right, political asylum."

    The door was pushed open again, and Yuchi Baoqi looked out the door. The leader of the Independent Regiment came in with a bowl of wild vegetable paste and several wild vegetable nests, with a smile on his face.

    "Hehehe, Lao Zhao, you are moving too fast. You haven't even eaten yet. Let's eat together."

    Yuchi Baoqi looked at the bowl of wild vegetable paste and six fist-sized wild vegetable nests on the table, and swallowed.

    The group leader thought that Yuchi Baoqi was really hungry, and pushed the plate towards Yuchi Baoqi. Yuchi Baoqi picked one up and put it in his mouth, but the taste was unimaginable.

    It is soft but also hard at the same time. It has the aroma of grain and the bitterness of wild vegetables. When swallowed, it also has a rough texture that scratches your throat.

    "Cough cough cough."

    Yuchi Baoqi's throat was not used to such food, and the reaction was very strong. The crumbs flew out of his mouth and sprayed on the table.

    The group leader stood up and patted Yuchi Baoqi on the back: "Hey, no one is trying to fight you, eat slowly, eat slowly."

    Yuchi Baoqi didn't know whether it was due to choking or some other reason. His eyes were red and he stared straight into the leader's eyes: "Do you usually eat this?"

    The group leader smiled: "No, I won the battle and seized the Japanese biscuits, cans, etc., so I can eat something good."

    Yuchi Baoqi reached into his arms, and political commissar Zhao Qiang immediately pulled out his gun from the holster and pointed it at Yuchi Baoqi. The regiment leader held down Zhao Qiang's hand: "You have been searched, don't get excited."

    Zhao Qiang slowly put down the pistol and slowly stuffed it back into the holster on his waist, still staring at Yuchi Baoqi motionlessly.

    Yuchi Baoqi took out two duck legs wrapped in oil paper from his arms and placed them on the table, and took out three cans of beef from the other side of his clothes.

    "Well, I know some tricks and can hide some food."

    The leader looked very familiar with these three cans. They looked very similar to the Japanese cans, but they were different.

    Zhao Qiang was even more shocked, because the Japanese cans would have something written on them, such as "white rice" for rice, and "beef flavored" for canned beef.

    But the three cans Yuchi Baoqi took out had the four characters "canned beef" written on them. What did this mean? This means it is a domestic can.

    "This can is...is it from China...Nanjing?"

    Yuchi Baoqi didn't know what to say, so after thinking about it, he said, "Just take it as such. By the way, can you show me your Browning?"

    Zhao Qiang frowned, glanced at the regiment leader, took out the pistol from the holster, removed the magazine and pulled the slide. A yellow bullet jumped out of the ejection window and rolled on the table.

    Yuchi Baoqi swallowed, the political commissar really wanted to shoot him, he had a gun in his chest!

    Taking the pistol from the political commissar, Yuchi Baoqi pulled the slide continuously: "The Browning M1900, commonly known as the Gun Brand Luzi, can be said to be one of the most reliable self-defense pistols. However, the reliability is still not as good as Hua. Oral masturbation.”

    The leader's eyes lit up, he took off the holster from his waist and put it on the table: "How do you know I have a fancy gun?"

    Yuchi Baoqi thought in his mind: [Who asked you?], but his hand touched the holster and opened it to reveal a small Browning M1910. Yuchi Baoqi held it very comfortably in his hand.

    Zhao Qiang stared at Yuchi Baoqi. Who knew whether Lao Li had bullets in his gun?

    Yuchi Baoqi assumed a shooting posture towards the earthen wall. The grooves on the sleeve represented the aiming point. It could be seen that it had been re-polished and the grooves were obvious.

    "How's this gun?"

    Yuchi Baoqi put the gun back into its holster and turned to look at the regimental leader: "Okay, very good. It's compact, convenient, and stable. The number of people you can keep is about the same as a gun pack. The muzzle recoil is small, so it's very suitable for command. official use.”

    The leader grinned happily and strapped the holster back on his waist: "A friend gave this to me. You know a lot about firearms. How do you like it? Do you have any ideas to join us?"

    Yuchi Baoqi thought for a while: "You can join, but only for seven days. I will leave after seven days. I still have important things to do, and important people are waiting for me to return."

    Zhao Qiang was completely angry this time: "Why do you put a time limit on this? Now, what good man can't do his part in fighting the Japanese?"

    Yuchi Baoqi pursed his lips, took a deep breath and responded: "Time does not allow me to do this. If possible, I would like to be with you all the time, but there will be opportunities in the future."

    The group leader slapped the table: "Don't listen to Lao Zhao, he's so stupid. What's wrong with seven days? Seven days is good! At least we have one more person to fight the Japanese. It doesn't matter if he's seven days or not!"

    "For seven days from today, you will be our comrade!"

    Zhao Qiang quickly stopped him: "There is no political review yet!"