It was a winter . Zuo Lan squinted her eyes and enjoyed the sunlight that had not been seen for a long time, as warm as spring.

The sky in the past few days is either shrouded in clouds or covered in war, and the snowy days appear more frequently than before.

He enjoyed the sunshine freely, with his legs raised on the church tower, and a wine barrel was placed where he could easily touch it, and the wine in the barrel was also absorbing the sunshine.

He yawned and stretched, and he held his hands on the tower. Below were busy soldiers and ants working diligently to contribute to the entire ant colony.

There is no war today, and it may be preparing for more wars in the rear.

When he took a look at his watch, it was time, and Zuo Lan started to hit the clock. He had to hit it like this every hour. This was the job he found for himself.

For some reason, as long as the bell rings, the soldiers and ants will look at the bell tower in unison, which has become their psychological comfort.

This is a job he found for himself, and he can pass the time and think fully in his spare time. The sound of the clock helps do such seemingly meaningless things.

After the bell rang, he returned to the side of the tower and continued to look down below.

Smoke was rolling in a long distance, and the soldiers there were burning the fields.

Those are the places where Minba people worked for many years, and the soil there is probably extremely fertile next year.

The guns and cannons of the past are endless, and today is a rare purity.

Mr. Bu is also doing things within his ability, such as distributing supplies to the soldiers or sewing clothes. It is hard to imagine that he will do such things.

There is a truck of supplies that cannot be moved. That is Mr. Bu’s bottom line, and anyone who dares to covet food and women’s clothes will fight with him.

A series of footsteps came from the rotating stairs, and the running people changed from fast to slow, and finally gasped, climbing one step at a time and one step at a time.

"Mr. Kale...Car..."

Mr. Bu's bodyguard hooked his back, grabbed one hand on the handrail, and shouted with difficulty.

Zuo Lan just turned around leisurely and asked, "What's wrong with Lao Bu?"

"You can take a quick look, the boss is angry."

"Who has provoked him again? Didn't you agree that the car of things cannot be touched?" Zuo Lan asked lazily, "Don't worry, take a sip of water before talking."

"It's the platoon leader! In the church!"

Zuo Lan was surprised. Logically, these two people should not have a conflict. Before he could ask in detail, he ran on the stairs in two or three steps.

In the church under the tower, the stone base for carrying the sculptures is still there, and no one will care about this thing even if everything is gone.

In the quiet church, two groups of people are making the church noise.

Several rifles were aimed at their own targets, and both sides were at a strife. Mr. Bu took off his shoes and pulled them on Taihe one by one.

The soldiers were definitely not happy when their own platoon leader was beaten. They raised their guns and pointed them at Mr. Bu, and Mr. Bu's bodyguard also pointed the gun at the soldiers.

Jean Bai aimed at Da Zhuang, and Da Zhuang aimed at Rang Bai. Both of them read the emotional expression of a single blow in each other's eyes, and just one look was enough to understand the other's determination.

Mr. Bu refused to let go of his attack, and Taihe let the other party vent his anger.

At some point, the platoon leader vomited blood, and his symptoms appeared again, spraying all over the ground.

Even so, Mr. Bu was still whipping with his shoes, challenging the soldiers' nerves and bottom lines with every stroke.

Soldiers who have experienced on the battlefield cannot hide their killing in their eyes. Each one is like a wolf or a tiger, and their hands are accurately placed on the trigger.

As long as they are angry, they will always quilt their fingers.

The key is that there is Xiang Du. He is not a human being, but he is also a slight person.

"Stop! Stop!"

Zuo Lan quickly walked between the two and pulled them away with force.

Mr. Bu was reluctant to give in and wanted to slap him. Zuo Lan pushed him among the bodyguards and shouted: "Control!"

The situation eased a little, but the two waves of people had not yet put down their guns.

"Put down the gun!"

The leaders of both sides spoke at the same time, and the two waves reluctantly forgive their compatriots.

"Mr. Kale! You must make the decision for me." Mr. Bu struggled with the bodyguard, "You must help me this time! Help me!"

"What the hell is going on?"

"This kid lost it to my girl! It's him!"

Listening to the perpetrator complaining first, Taihe wiped his mouth and explained: "We have encountered many attacks, and the backward soldiers have been arrested, which is also possible. But there are many of my soldiers who have died. I must give priority to missions. Are these soldiers not worthy of sympathy?

I also want to protect everyone, but we must ensure the passage of the convoy and put the overall situation first. If the artillery cannot arrive as soon as possible, God knows how many people will be sacrificed? Those are not raised by parents?"

"I don't care! Do you know how happy I am today? There is only this time in my life! But what about? I haven't waited for her."

Zuo Lan understood Taihe and Mr. Bu. This old man would look forward to the city wall every day and was already sick.

Today, when the convoy arrived, he ran out of the city excitedly, throwing smiles at every passing soldier, hoping to see his daughter at a glance.

But when the convoy was finished, his face was smirking and he didn't see anyone he wanted to see.

That sense of gap made him unacceptable.

Looking at the soldiers, Zuo Lan immediately asked, "Where is Mr. Yu Lian?"

He had a bad premonition, and when he saw the expressions of other soldiers, he knew that his premonition had come true.

Seeing that Zuo Lan refused to seek justice, Mr. Bu grabbed Xiang Du, and his cannibal expression widened.

"Why are you still here? Don't you like her? Go find her? Go find her! Or think of a solution! I agree! I agree to your date!"

Xiang Du felt no worse than Mr. Bu, but he could only bear it.

The quarrel seemed to continue endlessly, Zuo Lan shouted: "Shut up!"

After the whole audience calmed down, he continued: "Taiwan platoon leader, please take your brothers back first. This should not be blamed on you. And Lao Bu, don't make things difficult for him. The most important thing for us now is to find where the captured people are locked up. I hope all of you will calm down and impulse will not solve any problems."

Before Taihe could let the soldiers return, Zuo Lan pulled him to the corner of the church.

Losing Zuo Lan's restraint, Mr. Bu roared loudly again.

"Mr. Kale, what's wrong with you?"

"Taiwan platoon leader, I have to tell you something privately. Regarding your soldier named Yu Lian, this person must be rescued."

"Of course I know that not only him, but everyone will be rescued, but the superiors will not agree."

"They will, because Mr. Yu Lian was captured."

"What's the meaning?"

Zuo Lan looked back and saw that except for Mr. Bu, he was quiet, so he emphasized his tone: "Mr. Yu Lian is the emperor's playmate. They grew up together. Can you understand what I mean?"

"Is there such a thing? I only know that he is a noble..."

"Listen to me. This matter is very complicated. You must not let your superiors know that Mr. Yu Lian was captured. They must also be aware of this matter. Those who perceived this matter must also be inclined to the emperor..."

Zuo Lan said something and felt dizzy when Taihe was so angry that he couldn't understand the high and low.

As he listened more and more confused, Taihe could only say: "Tell me directly what to do, right?"

"This matter requires your inspector general to come forward. I have known him. This person is particularly envious of the future of the official career. This is our breakthrough. Think about it, is it a great achievement to save the emperor's playmate? I think it is definitely true.

If you do this, send the roster you have arranged, and then put Mr. Yu Lian's name inconspicuous places, treat it as an ordinary soldier. Secondly, you must find a way to let him see the roster and carefully observe his expression. When his expression changes slightly, it is also the most critical moment. You must express your indignation to save these prisoners and come back.

If it were in the past, such things would not be allowed. After all, there is still a chance to exchange prisoners of war. But today, unlike in the past, we cannot afford to support too many prisoners of war, and the inspector would not take the risk of exchanging because it is difficult to exchange the ordinary soldiers he wants.

Therefore, he will try his best to approve your request without being discovered by other officers. He may secretly ask you if Mr. Yu Lian is the one he thinks. At this time, you must be surprised, praise Mr. Yu Lian's noble character, and promise to rescue him. As long as you do what I said, this matter is halfway. Only with the help of the military's intelligence capabilities can we know where they are detained."
Chapter completed!