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Chapter 142: Lava IV(1/2)

Chapter 142 Lava (IV)

The soldiers did not show any weakness. Niu Da first stood up and shouted, "What the heir, I don't understand."

Angry brother sneered: "As soon as he talked about 'licking' the asshole of the Manchu master, someone could not wait... Where did the pig tail of the old man and his son go? By the way, I almost forgot that their master had given him the dirty tail long ago.

Our Wuwei Gong cut it off in a flash, and the pig blood manure sprayed all over the ground...hahahahaha."

Screaming laughter immediately filled the dim room.

The captain of the Yulin Group with long faces and eyebrows seemed to be a dragon in Java. His face turned red and green, and he grabbed the collar of the angry brother: "You lowly things that are full of feces...



On this side, Wu Jun and Wang Yiyang looked at each other, one left and one right, and quickly held the captain of the Yulin Group from behind.

"Sir, you don't care about villains, don't be as knowledgeable as them..."

"Forget it, let them apologize."

Another major, the Yulin Tuan with wide face and sword eyebrows, stood up suddenly, opened his bows left and right, and grabbed Wu Jun and Wang Yiyang's shoulders:

"Let your dirty hands be freed. The Emperor's personal guardian Yulin Army is not the one you who guard the city wall can move randomly!"

The angry brother slapped the table and said, "Don't you be shit, you are not welcome here, why don't you go back to your Manchu master's kennel!"

Wu Jun turned to Wang Yiyang and acted as a fool: "Isn't some people's masters just dogs? Why do you still keep dogs?"

Wang Yiyang stared at the ceiling: "The dog emperor raises dog slaves, either for food or for use..."

Wu Jun suddenly realized: "So that's it...

Laugh, laughter, waves of laughter, and people whistled.

The Major Kuo Face was furious and punched Wang Yiyang. When Wu Jun saw his brother being beaten, he didn't have to think about it. He flew over and was hit by an elbow. The Major Kuo Face immediately sprayed a mouthful of red blood and white teeth.

Other Yulin Army officers shouted, "Rebelled, rebelled!" and reached out to capture Wu Jun. A large number of soldiers led by Ang Geer rushed up, specializing in fighting against white gloves. Niu Da

It seemed that he was not satisfied with his fists and feet, so he raised a bench and hit the captain who had stood out first. The small room suddenly became a mess, and the cups and plates were crackling all over the floor.

Under the 'chaotic' situation, the fearful customers and two young men slipped out, only the tavern owner Huang Chengming and former deputy commander Su Dingfang were still moving. Huang Chengming stood behind the counter with his hands hanging down, staring at himself silently

The unbeautiful scene of rapid garbage removal under the action of mechanics. Su Dingfang stayed at the last wine table that had not been caught in the war, poured down his silence, enjoying himself, and shook his head from time to time, avoiding

Pass a wine glass, a slice of jerky beef or a front teeth with meat.

The short melee lasted only five or six minutes, and I don’t know who shouted: “The military police are here!” Everyone was about to scatter birds and beasts, wearing semi-circular steel helmets, holding hardwood sticks and tiger-faced shields, the imperial capital military police had already swarmed in.

The leader raised his hand and shot the ceiling first. When he saw this situation, most of the troublemakers chose the policy of non-resistance. Although Niu Da, who tried to escape by chance, successfully broke out of the window, he fell to the ground.

Later, he was beaten by more than a dozen military policemen who had been arranged in advance. The beef cattle were wailed by the wail before slaughtering the doors and windows within a radius of dozens of meters...

At midnight, the imperial capital military police headquarters.

"Wow...", a gendarmerie with an armband on duty pushed open the iron fence gate with the No. 201 plate.

However, in the narrow space of five or six square meters, there were more than a dozen guard soldiers wearing black cotton coats. Half of them had flowers on their faces. Just among the group of black-clothed soldiers,

Two men dressed in civilians were inconsistently 'inserted'.

"Su Dingfang." The military police shouted mechanically.

"I'm." The middle-aged man wearing a gray cotton coat responded.

Several soldiers showed worries and looked worried: "Chief Su..."

Some people who had already relaxed said, "Don't make noise, it should be released, everyone has obtained the certificate..."

"Come out."

Su Dingfang nodded, turned around and clasped his fists to everyone and said, "If Boss Huang's tavern is not closed, he will go there again in the future, and there will be a period of time."

"Don't worry, I can't close it." The young tavern owner, wearing a melon lint hat and a gray-yellow cotton gown, waved at him.

The military police led Su Dingfang to turn two turns and came to a secret room with empty walls. Under the dark red light, two tall and burly figures stood. Su Dingfang looked carefully and saw the rank of lieutenant general on his shoulders.

The man with a gentle face is his actual immediate superior, the former commander of the 7th Infantry Division, and is currently the deputy commander of the Imperial Capital Gendarmerie Command.

The military police said, "The man has been brought here," and then he buckled the heavy iron gate from outside.

"Are you Su Dingfang?" The thick male voice, like a bell, echoed in the secret room.

"Can you be the Chief of Staff..." Su Dingfang then saw clearly that the strong-looking man beside Chu Qing was actually holding the rare rank of general.

"I am Zhong Xiahuo." The man smiled heartily.

Su Dingfang had no questions.

"Sit down and talk." The Army General ordered.

The secret room was filled with a faint smell of blood. When he first came in, Su Dingfang had already guessed the purpose of this room from several large iron rings nailed into the walls and floors - the torture room.

The chair was made of iron and covered with a layer of 'haired felt'. Even so, Su Dingfang subconsciously felt a wave of coldness rising.

The deputy commander of the military police first began to question.

"How is it? I have seen the situation on the scene clearly? No flaws are revealed, right?"

"Everything is under planning. Although there are not much dialogue between the two sides, it is completely tit-for-tat, and it is natural to fight..."

"Well, it's very good. It seems that the soldiers are also very passionate. How about it? Are there any talents available?"

"Those who are locked up can be used. When it comes to dealing with the Manchu Dog Emperor, they are definitely the only ones to take action, but it may not be that easy to ask them to bring stigma."

"Don't hurry, continue to understand them in depth. As long as your mind is reliable and you don't want to be stigmatized, you will have other uses. I want you to submit a detailed report at this time next week."

"clear."

"There is another task. Now go to the cell of the dead soldiers and confirm their mental state. The future of the 40 million emperor and Han compatriots is in their mind."

"Yes, I know what to do."

Chu Qing nodded to Zhong Xiahuo, and Zhong Xiahuo took over the sentence knowingly: "I have been patient for so long, and I must have a lot of opinions."

"No, I have no objection." Su Dingfang did not dare to act rashly.

"If you have something to say, I hate people who are silly with me the most."

"This..." Su Dingfang looked at Chu Qing carefully, and only felt a little relieved after getting the confirmed answer.

"I personally don't have anything tolerated. I just think it's too unfair to those dead men. I have to endure misunderstandings from others during my lifetime and bear the stigma of being scolded by hundreds of millions of people after my death, although it is agreed to be a ten-year period.

Rehabilitation for them, but in fact, it will cost a huge price to expose this secret. If I were you, I would definitely clear all traces after the matter is completed and seal the secret forever..."

"You mean, Zhong Xiahuo, I, can only sacrifice the people below to achieve my goal. In fact, I don't have the ability to fulfill my promise at all!"

"No...that's not what it means..."

"Look, unless I, Zhong Xiahuo, falls to the ground immediately after the incident, these heroes who do not hesitate to restore the reputation of the Emperor Han Dynasty will never be able to rehabilitate! Who dares to betray me, Zhong Xiahuo, respect me,

Hero, I have fought with him even if I don’t care about my wealth, sex and life!”

Su Dingfang knelt excitedly and said, "If you say this, I will do my best to die. I will never refuse. The matter of the dead soldier will be done for you."

Zhong Xiahuo hurriedly helped him up, shook his head and smiled, "It's not for me alone, but for me for the 400 million compatriots of the Emperor Han."

Su Dingfang burst into tears.

On the other hand, Huang Chengming, the young tavern owner who was originally locked in cell No. 201 with Su Dingfang, also gained freedom under the attention of a large group of old customers.

As soon as Huang Chengming stepped out of the gate of the military police headquarters with his left foot, a small man wrapped in a black windbreaker, a blue scarf and a gray cotton hat came up to the right.

"Sir, do you want a tiger whip?"

“What price?”

“There are sky-high prices and land prices.”

"How much is the sky-high price?"

"What do you think?"

"My hometown sells 34 yuan, 100,500 yuan."

“I sell here at the price.”

"How much does it cost?"

"Sixty-three yuan. Good goods, several dukes bought them from me."

"Let's take a look."

The code word is in line.

"Come with me." After the little man said that, he quickly ran towards a small car on the side of the road.

Huang Chengming followed him silently and fell into the soft pads of the passenger seat.

"Didn't you say you won't come to me again?"

"You have indeed been fired, but according to the organization's discipline, the consequences of refusing to execute orders will be death."

"So, is there a special intention to keep me?"

The car started, and on the road that covered more than an inch of snow, he was wandering around aimlessly.
To be continued...
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