I am the Great Protector of the Soldier King

"Haha! Hahahaha!" Zhu Qingyu burst into laughter. Some scenes from anti-war movies flashed in his mind. After a battle, the corpses of the Eighth Route Army, the New Fourth Army, or ordinary people and the little Japanese were all lying on the battlefield. But Today, the roles have changed.

He was very sad. When society progressed to the 1990s, the relationship between cadres and the masses and the relationship between the police and the people had deteriorated to this point. He wondered what the army chiefs and comrades would think when they saw this scene.

But now that things have reached this point, he has no choice but to feel a little at a loss. He doesn't know where it will develop next.

So, he walked aside and reported the situation here to Xu Shijiang.

Xu Shijiang didn't answer the phone. After a few minutes, Zhu Qingyu received a message from him: Run! we are coming!

Zhu Qingyu took a breath of cold air: What's going on? Is the regional public security office going to arrest us after getting the news?

He didn't have time to think about it, so he ran downstairs. On the stairs, he met Zhao Maolei, Li Zhengfeng, and the Zuo brothers. He shouted: "Run with me!"

Several people ran downstairs, only to see a dark gathering of people in the courtyard of the city hall. I don't know which leader was giving a mobilization speech.

But several people had already walked over here first, and the one walking in front was Mayor Zhou.

"Mayor Zhou!" Zhu Qingyu shouted from a distance, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

Mayor Zhou didn't seem to hear him, but Zhu Qingyu clearly saw him waving his hand.

Zhu Qingyu knew that Mayor Zhou was telling him to run away quickly.

He looked at the office building of the Public Security Bureau. There were hundreds of villagers from Dengjiabao, as well as ten security guards including Xiao Luo. It seemed that they had no choice but to be captured.

He looked at the right side of the door again. Deng Hebin's body and his wife were gone. They were probably taken to the crematorium by the criminal investigation and cremated. The pile of charcoal formed by the burning coffin was still in place, and the ash was fluttering in the breeze. It seemed that the ashes of Mr. Zhou and Deng Furong could not be carried away.

But where to run? There are four brothers following behind. There is no way to escape.

"Minister Zhu, get in the car quickly!" a thick voice shouted.

Zhu Qingyu took a look and saw Zhao Maohai sitting in the cab of a minivan at the door, waving.

This is Zhao Maohai’s Kaima 485 double-cab minivan, which can seat five people. Zhu Qingyu and others ran over, opened the door and squeezed into the car.

Zhu Qingyu sat down in the passenger seat and ordered: "Get to Wanfu City as quickly as possible!"

Zhao Maohai had already started the car. He immediately shifted gears and accelerated, but the security guard at the door blocked the road. He must have received some instructions.

"Break through!" Zhu Qingyu gave the order.

The Kama car roared and broke through the road barrier, speeding along Binjiang South Road towards Wanfu City.

Fortunately, there was no one to stop them all the way, because the police force in the border town was originally limited, and dozens of special police officers, patrol officers, and policemen from the Chengnan Police Station were already lying in the office building of the Public Security Bureau. The Chengnan Development Zone has not yet set up traffic police sentries.

"Oh, it's a pity that the ashes of Mr. Zhou and Deng Furong were not brought back!" Zhu Qingyu sighed.

Zhao Maohai laughed and said, "Look at what's next to your feet?"

Zhu Qingyu took a look and saw a black plastic bag beside his feet, which looked bulging inside.

"Well, I really have yours!" Zhu Qingyu praised.

Zhao Maohai said that he did not show up after the conflict because he was responsible for logistics and would only come out to rescue people when necessary.

After arriving at Wanfu City, Zhu Qingyu hurried to the housing sales department, briefly explained the situation to Huang Jiangong and Deng Hongying about the situation at the Municipal Public Security Bureau, and asked them not to call for the time being. When Deng Hongying heard that everyone in Dengjiabao had been electrocuted and might go to jail, she immediately panicked and cried, "What can I do? It's all my fault. If it weren't for my older sister and older sister, they would also I won’t petition, it won’t be like this…”

Zhu Qingyu said: "Don't cry yet, you are fine here. Pay attention to the government transfer project, and comfort Village Chief Deng Hebin and Aunt Zhang who came from Mr. Zhou's hometown. We will talk about other things when I come back." After that, he hurriedly said Run to the van.

Deng Hongying chased after her, took out a few handfuls of banknotes from her bag and stuffed them into Zhu Qingyu's cloth bag. She cried and said: "I don't know when we will meet again here. Remember to save your life and come back alive. We are short of money." Just send me a message."

"Don't worry, my life is in good hands. I'll be fine." Zhu Qingyu said, wiping the tears on her face with his hand.

Deng Hongying said "Wow" and fell into Zhu Qingyu's arms.

Zhu Qingyu patted her shoulder, pushed her away and walked to the car and said, "Brother Zhao, get out of the car. They won't arrest you if you're not there. You still have a mother-in-law and a baby at home."

Zhao Maohai tilted his head and said: "Why, you look down on me, don't you? Brothers share the same difficulties, you can't leave me alone!"

But Zhu Qingyu didn't have time to talk to him anymore. He opened the car door and forcibly dragged him out of the car.

Zhu Qingyu got into the car and closed the door. When he stepped on the accelerator, the Kaima truck spewed a stream of black smoke and ran forward.

"Find a place to add some water and pay attention to the brakes!" Zhao Maohai shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Where do you think we should drive?" Zhu Qingyu asked while driving.

"Go to our house. It's a mountainous place and it's not easy for the police to find us," Zhao Maolei said.

"I think it's okay. Our Lijiashan and Zhaojiashan are next to each other. The folk customs there are strong and the police generally don't dare to go there." Li Zhengfeng also said.

Zuo Dingjun and Zuo Dingmin were from Zuojia Village, the northern office of the border city. Although they were on the mountain diagonally opposite Dengjiabao, they were too close to the border city, so the two brothers were speechless.

"Is there a road from Zhaojiashan to Fuyuan City?" Zhu Qingyu asked.

Zhao Maolei thought for a while and said: "Actually, it is a little more direct from our home to Fuyuan City than from the border town to Fuyuan. It takes dozens of miles and passes through several villages to reach the mountainous area near Fuyuan. In the past two years, the villages have raised funds to build The highway, I heard from my father, is already connected, but the road is a bit bad, but this car should be fine."

"That's good! There is no perfect way!" Zhu Qingyu said with a gloomy smile on his face.

Zhao Maolei and others didn't know what his intention was, and they couldn't ask any more questions, so they remained silent.

The Kaima bus arrived at Zhaojiashan an hour later and did not stop. In order not to expose their whereabouts, neither Zhao Maolei nor Li Zhengfeng went home. They are cousins, one is Zhao Guozhu's nephew, and the other is Zhao Guozhu's nephew. They are just one person. They are both strong and thin, and their bodies are completely different. The only thing they have in common is the long eyelashes between their eyebrows and their bright eyes.

A total of eight villages were passed from Zhaojiashan to Fuyuan City. The roads in the first few villages were gravel roads. Although they were narrow, the roads were good. Kaima cars were traveling at a speed of 50 kilometers per hour. However, when they arrived at the three villages behind, the roads were poor. There were lots of potholes and mud all over the ground, so I could only walk slowly in first gear.

Four hours later, the car finally entered a large canyon. It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and the canyon was covered with clouds and fog, making it difficult to see the surrounding scenery. Only a clear river could be seen flowing at the bottom of the canyon.

Zhu Qingyu got out of the car and filled the car with enough water. Fortunately, Zhao Maolei filled the fuel tank full. After driving for several hours, there was still half a tank of diesel.

Zhao Maolei and others got out of the car, washed their faces by the river, drank some water, and smoked another cigarette before getting in the car. <