troubled times reckless

He was stunned, when people from outside broke into the door, he held me hostage and shouted: "Don't move."

But my subordinates still surrounded him like a wolf and pointed their guns at him.

At that moment, he held the gun, but did not pull the trigger.

He slowly put the gun down and raised his hands.

Looking at this scene, I closed my sleepy eyes with the smell of alcohol.

He couldn't shoot me, just like I couldn't shoot Wang Quan.

When we met again, the way he looked at me, I already knew it clearly.

At one point, he has already lost, even if he has a drug hidden in his sleeve, what's the use?

I wasn't sure at first, I was just a little skeptical, but I didn't expect that the kid who used to be crying and crying behind my ass, actually became the commander!

It's not a big deal... If it wasn't for the all-Japanese equipment, he might not be able to defeat Commander Yu's rags.

It's just...how did he buy this Japanese equipment?

Such guns and guns cannot be replaced by a few bags of smoke.

Moreover, Master Xue's organization is so disorganized that it collapses in an instant. Why should his group of idle soldiers obey him?

Just as I was thinking about it, another matter I sent someone to investigate came to fruition.

The snatching of Commander Xue's cigarettes turned out to be reported to the Civil Protection Army by someone with a heart.

The person who reported the letter was Chen Er, who was the former military adviser of Heifengzhai.

It seems that the fortune teller was right, and the adjutants were also right, Wang Quan is indeed a disaster.

so what?

I'm not even afraid of the King of Hades, so am I afraid of a person I have on top of my heart?

By the way, I forgot, the fortune teller who showed me the fortune teller was also from his Black Wind Village.

----

The next day I got up, ate, morning training, patrolling, boxing, gun practice, and then went to see Song Haoyuan who was detained again.

He was dressed in a white shirt, sitting on the bed against the wall, staring blankly at the opposite clothes hook.

His face was even paler, completely faded, like a pale and thin ghost.

"Haoyuan." I stepped over the threshold and walked in.

His rich expressions from yesterday disappeared completely as if they never existed.I took off my shoes and sat next to him.

He remained motionless and said expressionlessly, "What is Commander Liang doing?"

"It's good for Haoyuan to call me Jingyu, don't look outside."

"Don't dare."

I smiled, and Gu said to him: "Is the meal satisfactory?"

"good."

"I assigned you according to the commander's specifications." As I spoke, I pointed to the guards at the door and said, "And they, if anyone bullies you, tell me, and I'll clean it up for you."

The corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and his petite red lips curled into a self-deprecating smile: "If you have anything to say, just say it."

I looked into his eyes: "Why didn't you shoot yesterday?"

His pale face froze, his lips trembled, and he said nothing.

Seeing his embarrassment, I propped my forehead and laughed, the louder I laughed, the more ugly his face became.

"You idiot." I finished laughing and taunted him.

He suddenly rushed over and hugged me.

I froze for a moment, only to see that he buried his head in my chest and didn't move anymore.

Maintaining the posture, I stretched out my hand to gently stroke his hair, and sighed, "What's so good about me?" If I'm so good, why would someone leave me?

He didn't speak.

I asked again: "Where did your Japanese equipment come from?"

He suddenly looked up at me.

I also looked at him, my chin almost touching the tip of his nose: "Don't tell me you bought it."

He propped himself up and distanced himself from me: "You'll know soon."

----

As Song Haoyuan expected, two special guests came to my headquarters soon.

One is a person from the Japanese military department, and the other is a Japanese translator, saying that they asked me to release Lieutenant Fukuyama Hiromoto.

The nearest Japanese garrisons are in the provincial capital and along the railway line...

I suppressed the surprise in my heart, and nodded calmly: "But there is one condition, you send a few technicians to teach me how to use the captured Japanese equipment, and then give me [-] rounds of bullets and [-] rounds of ammunition. Fire the cannonball."

"If Commander Liang is willing to cooperate with the Great Japanese Empire, we will treat our friends with friendliness and generosity."

I nodded and asked someone to take the two of them to see Song Haoyuan.

Looking at their backs, the threads in my heart were pierced one by one.

When sending Song Haoyuan away, I said that I wanted to have a few words with him alone, and they agreed.At this time Song Haoyuan had already changed into traditional Japanese clothes, and I led him to a secluded room.

His snow-white skin was lined by a light-colored kimono, and his pink lips were as delicate as a porcelain doll.

Originally wearing a gray and black Chinese tunic suit made people uncomfortable and even disgusting, but it unexpectedly matched the light-colored kimono, almost giving off a feminine and elegant beauty.

Pale face, snow-like neck, plump red lips, soft black hair close to the forehead... I am slightly surprised that a change of clothing can produce such a big change in a person's temperament.

After closing the door, I said, "Is your surname Song, Xue, or Fushan?"

His lips curled up. For some reason, his smile today reminded me of cherry blossom petals.

"Commander Xue is a non-existent person. The staff department gave me money and guns, and asked me to lead a team. I knew that I couldn't stand this face, so I found a mighty-looking adjutant surnamed Xue to give lectures in meetings on weekdays, but he It’s just a puppet, and it’s me who makes up my mind.”

"You are also a puppet, isn't it the Japanese who make up your mind?" I laughed.

He pursed his lips, as if he didn't want to argue with me: "What about you? Is your surname Liang or Li?"

"My surname is Li, and my name is Jingyu." Looking into his puzzled eyes, I smiled, "You look so beautiful in a kimono, much better than wearing a Chinese tunic suit."

"I am of Chinese-Japanese mixed race. My mother is Japanese and my father is Chinese. I grew up in Japan."

"Are you a spy?"

"I just want to contribute to the friendship between China and Japan and the common prosperity of Greater East Asia."

"You knew I was in the county before?"

"No, I haven't heard from you for a long time. In the south, I heard that you resigned from the military post and went back to your hometown to recuperate... You mentioned your hometown, and later I applied to be transferred here, but I didn't expect Commander Liang to be you."

"Do you like me that much..."

He didn't speak, just lowered his eyes, looking at a button on my chest.

I cupped his face: "But my heart has been given to someone else."

He looked up and couldn't hide the loneliness in his eyes: "So what, you didn't have a heart before, I couldn't see it; you have a heart now, although I can't get it now, there is always hope, isn't there?"

"Will you be punished when you go back this time?"

"I said that the 3000 people were guarding there. The original task was to establish a good relationship with the local soldiers. However, the commander and the previous Wang Shantou were not very friendly to the Japanese, and they were full of narrow-minded nationalism."

"That's good."

"Thank you for worrying about me." As he said that, he suddenly approached and planted a kiss on my face: "We will meet later." He stared at me for a moment, then turned and left.

I touched my face, and it seemed that his body fragrance still remained on my chest, and I didn't regain my senses for a long time.

He seemed to be like this before, bold, straightforward, passionate.

But why before, I never found him good.

If the person I like is him...wouldn't I be so sad, suffer so much, and feel so painful?

But there is only one heart, if you give it away, how can you get it back?