"I, I'm Chen Lisong. ”

Chen Lisong has been to Fengshan many times, and he has also taught marksmanship on Fengshan Mountain, in broad daylight, he has neither covered nor hidden, how can the people of Fengshan not know him?

But the person behind him still asked, "Who is Chen Lisong?"

Chen Lisong was embarrassed.

It stands to reason that everyone on the Windy Mountain should know him.

But when he reported his name, the man asked him who Chen Lisong was!

Of course, Chen Lisong also felt that this person's voice was very unfamiliar. Could it be that this person is not from Fengshan?

If such a person is not from Fengshan, and he has a gun, then he may be the enemy of Fengshan!

Maybe even a spy!

Spy, Chen Lisong once heard the word.

He regretted himself very much, thinking that since he was so familiar with Fengshan Mountain, he went to Fengshan as if he was going home, so he walked and walked, and he was not paying attention to being approached by this person, and he also put a pistol against his waist!

He secretly exercised his strength, carefully observing the surroundings with the corner of his eye, and wondering how to snatch the man's gun against his waist in one move.

"Political Commissar Chen, he is Chen Lisong. ”

Before he could make a move, Chen Lisong heard a familiar voice behind him answering for him.

Listening to the dialogue between "who is Chen Lisong" and "he is Chen Lisong", Chen Lisong felt funny.

Is this an answer?

The person who answered the question was Chen Lisong's husband Huang Xiaoming. It's just that Chen Lisong can hear that Mr. Huang Xiaoming's tone is full of grief and helplessness.

The person known as Political Commissar Chen asked again: "Is it a fellow villager under the mountain?"

"Hmm. ”

Chen Lisong felt that the pistol against his waist was withdrawn.

"Mr. Huang, what did you do in the mountains last night?"

Chen Lisong turned around to say hello to Huang Xiaoming, and immediately saw the political commissar Chen who had just put a gun against his waist.

This is a man in his forties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his heroic spirit is written directly on the face without half a beard.

He looked at Chen Lisong with a smile, which made Chen Lisong feel very kind.

Chen Lisong saw that Huang Xiaoming, who was no longer talking, was walking towards them. Compared with Political Commissar Chen, Huang Xiaoming, who used to be white and clean, is now dirty and decadent.

Huang Xiaoming was dragging a shovel in his hand, silently walking in the direction of the two of them, and did not respond to Chen Lisong's question.

Obviously, he felt that answering Chen Lisong's "yes" or "no" was completely superfluous, because Lin Qinghe had already told him yesterday that the person who let Lin Qinghe drag him from going up Fengshan was Chen Lisong.

"Hello fellow, my name is Chen Xinsheng!" Political Commissar Chen generously stretched out his hand to Chen Lisong.

After shaking Chen Lisong's hand, Chen Xinsheng patted Huang Xiaoming lightly on the shoulder and persuaded: "It's already buried, right? I'll carry out the shooting of your brother for you, you won't blame me, right?"

Huang Xiaoming shook his head and didn't speak again, just continued to walk silently towards the base.

Chen Lisong heard that Huang Daming was killed by the political commissar Chen in front of him.

He asked, "His brother Huang Daming, who was shot by you?"

"Yes. Chen Xinsheng replied succinctly and clearly.

Huang Daming has been killed!

His father-killing enemy and Lin Qinghe's mother-killing enemy killed the person in front of him!

However, Chen Lisong felt as if this matter had nothing to do with him at this time, and he didn't feel the slightest feeling after getting the confirmed news.

"Can you take me to see him?"

Chen Xinsheng looked at Chen Lisong from top to bottom, laughed heartily, stretched out his hand to Chen Lisong again and said, "I know." You are not only a good friend of Lin Sancai, but also the most famous sharpshooter in Daofeng Town, and you once taught them marksmanship in our Fengshan base area! We thank you Chen Lisong, and welcome you to Fengshan!"

Chen Lisong was held by him again, and he also mentioned the matter of teaching Fengshan's people marksmanship, but he didn't know how to answer, but he had a question in his heart, isn't Huang Xiaoming the political commissar of Fengshan? Why is he also a political commissar? So he asked: "Are you the political commissar Chen?"

"What do you have to do with Huang Daming? Why do you want to see this big traitor?"

Chen Lisong saw that Huang Xiaoming had already entered the base area, and he estimated that he should not be able to hear the sound of talking here, so he whispered to Chen Xinsheng: "Huang Daming is my father's enemy. He killed my father and took away our family's fields. ”

"Is that really the case?"

"Yes. ”

"Just for Huang Daming's murder of your father, this kind of bully who kills people and grabs land and bullies his neighbors, even if he is not a traitor, he should be shot! ”

"Thank you!"

Chen Xinsheng took Chen Lisong through several ridges in the forest path and came to a stream.

There's a new pile of dirt, and it's a grave.

Chen Lisong squatted down in front of the pile of new soil and saw a wooden board inserted in the grave, which read "Tomb of Huang Daming". The handwriting on this tomb plaque is indeed the handwriting of his husband Huang Xiaoming.

It turned out that Huang Xiaoming was holding an iron shovel in his hand, and he had already buried Huang Daming's body.

Political Commissar Chen suddenly talked more.

"Fengshan sent someone to report to the organization, and as soon as the organization heard that Huang Daming had been arrested, it sent me to give an order, designating Huang Political Commissar to execute Huang Daming, but Huang Political Commissar just held Huang Daming's hand, and there was always an endless reason. I also knew that it was his brother after all, and I understood his embarrassment, so I carried it out for him, and accompanied him to carry the body here to bury it. ”

Seeing Huang Daming's grave, it was once again confirmed that Huang Daming had been killed, and Chen Lisong was still not excited at all.

"Why did he just kill like that?"

If it weren't for the fact that Daofeng Town is now being occupied, this ** Major General Lu Hui is merry by nature, and he is the cousin of Huang Daming's daughter-in-law, we have caught him, we should organize a public trial meeting, sentence him to death in public, and drag him to parade through the streets before shooting, so that everyone can have revenge and revenge. ”

Chen Lisong said in his heart: It turned out that Chen Xinsheng knew that Lu Hui was the cousin of Huang Daming's daughter-in-law Lin Mingqiong, no wonder he would have given the order to shoot early in order to avoid long nights and dreams.

"That's fine. ”

"Brother Lisong, come up to Fengshan Mountain, we need you!"

"I ......"

"During this time, the organization was afraid that Huang Xiaoming would have a grudge in his heart, so he sent me to Daofeng Town to rescue Comrade Lin Sancai in place of him, so if you want to join us, just tell me directly. ”

"Lin Sancai really hasn't returned to Fengshan yet?"

"If Lin Sancai has already returned, I won't say rescue. ”

Chen Lisong was even more confused: "Then where will he be?"

When he and Lin Sancai were locked up in the Huang family compound, they fell asleep in a daze after being drugged, and woke up to find that Lin Sancai was gone. At that time, I thought that Fengshan sent someone to rescue Lin Sancai, but I never thought that Lin Sancai's whereabouts would become a mystery!

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