Chapter 11: In-depth conversation to understand the erotic feelings

"Huh?! Isn't it censorship? Why do you want to tie people up? The warrior asked, surprised.

"It's an order! Do it now! Fast! ”

"Yes." The two fighters took ropes out of their jacket pockets and walked behind Francis to tie them up. A soldier said apologetically: "Company Commander Fang, I will wronged you first." ”

Francis was firmly tied up by the big five-flower tie and firmly tied to the pillar. Huang Zhongde walked up to Fang Jiren and pulled the tight rope on his body a few times.

Fang Jiren glared at Huang Zhongde with his eyes and asked angrily:

"Director Huang, as I said just now, I will actively cooperate with the review and screening, why do you want to tie me up? We don't beat, scold, or bind our captives, so why do we do this to me? ”

Huang Zhongde stood in front of Fang Jiren with his head held high, his eyes behind his back, and his eyes blazing majestic:

"Francis, your identity is suspicious, your problem is serious. It is reasonable and necessary to use any measures and means against you now.

Ma Fucai, who was standing outside the window, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists when he saw the scene in the house, and was about to rush into the house to rescue Fang Jiren, Deng Junsheng strode and hugged Ma Fucai tightly, dragged the strap to the side, and whispered a few words in his ear.

Ma Fucai's eyes widened in surprise, and he asked in a puzzled voice:

"This? Is this okay? ”

"Okay, let's try it. Go for it. ”

"Okay, let's get out of the way, that's it." After speaking, Ma Fucai pulled out of the ancestral hall.

Morikura Village. Farm yard.

Fang Lusheng and his brothers lived in the north room, which was bright and dark, and several women lived in the west wing. The kerosene lamp on the dilapidated square table in the north room flickered dimly, some people were crying and wiping their guns, and some people were sitting in the corner sighing.

Fang Lusheng stood in the middle of the hall with his hands on his hips and looked around, and said with a snort:

"This house is dilapidated and old, not even a single piece of decent furniture, it is really not a place for people to live. Alas! I didn't expect Lao Tzu to be like this today, losing his wife and soldiers, a fucking loss! ”

Fang Lusheng's brothers all knew his temper, and they were so frightened that they didn't even dare to come out. At this time, the sentry at the gate of the courtyard ran in and shouted:

"Master Long, it's not good, it's not good, there are a few eight-way coming, it seems that they are coming for us."

"Huh?! It's so late, what are you doing?! Fang Lusheng immediately became vigilant: "Copy guy!" Follow me! He picked up the shell gun on the table, opened the safe, walked out of the hall and came to the courtyard, and the others also picked up their weapons and followed behind Fang Lusheng.

The political commissar, staff officer Wu, the head nurse Gu Lanlan, and a male hygienist walked into the courtyard, a soldier carrying a basket of baskets, and a soldier carrying a bucket of wild vegetable porridge finally walked into the courtyard.

"Stop! What are you doing here?! Fang Lusheng shouted loudly. The others raised their guns in unison and pointed them at the political commissar and the others.

The political commissar walked in front of Fang Lusheng, looked up and down, held Fang Lusheng with his right hand and opened the nose barge gun, and asked calmly and kindly:

"You're Fang Lusheng, right?"

"Yes, I am the Dragon Master of Feiyun Village in Yufeng Mountain. What do you want to do? Fang Lusheng said hostilely.

The political commissar said with concern: "You fought with the devil just now, you must be tired and hungry, and some people have hung up the lottery." No, I brought you dinner, and I also brought a hygienist to show you the wounded who hung the lottery, and this can't be delayed. ”

Fang Lusheng's vigilance suddenly let go. He closed the nose of the shell gun and inserted it into his belt, clasped his hands into fists and said gratefully, "Thank you!" Sir. Put their guns down. Brothers, those who hang the lottery go to the Westinghouse to see the wounded, and those who are not hurt eat. Sir, please come into the house. ”

The political commissar and Staff Officer Wu followed Fang Lusheng into the north room and sat on the bench next to the square table. Fang Lusheng looked directly at the political commissar and asked angrily:

"Sir, what are you doing in the Eighth Path?"

Staff Officer Wu said: "This is the political commissar of our regiment, and I am the operational staff officer. ”

"Oh, big official." Fang Lusheng took out a wicker box that was not too big or small from under the square table, opened the lid and took out three canned beef and a bottle of liquor and put them on the square table: "This is a little Japanese canned beef, it tastes good, give it to the two chiefs to taste." This is Hengshui Lao Bai Gan'er, I'll drink two glasses with you. ”

The commissar refused: "No. We can't ask for your things, our Eighth Route Army is disciplined. But I still want to thank you. ”

"What discipline is undisciplined? Will you bring us dinner, and won't I give you a few cans? Hey, I don't want to take advantage of you for nothing. Besides, it is also appropriate to exchange courtesies. Also, I saved my face and my uncle's face by rushing to you eight ways, and I have some good things here that should be given to you. Take it and give me some face. Help, I'll report it later. ”

Political commissar: "It is the unshirkable responsibility of our Communist Party and the Eighth Route Army to save the people from danger and treat the sick and wounded of the people. A trivial matter is not a life-saving grace, nor does it need to be reciprocated. ”

Fang Lusheng sighed with emotion: "Benevolence and righteousness! Your Communist Eighth Route Army is really benevolent and righteous. ”

Commissar: "I took the canned beef, thank you." Staff Officer Wu, later, you can send these three cans to the health team, add some vegetables and boil a pot of beef soup for the seriously injured who have undergone surgery. ”

Fang Lusheng: "Huh? You two don't eat? Eat all the wounded? ”

Commissar: "Yes. Some of our soldiers had stab wounds and gunshot wounds, and although they had undergone surgery, they were very weak and needed nutritional supplements to recover as soon as possible. ”

Fang Lusheng: "I've heard before that your Eighth Route officers and soldiers love soldiers like sons equally, but today I really saw it." Admire, admire. Come, drink! This 70-degree Hengshui Lao Bai Ganer can satisfy his cravings when he drinks it. Come on, bring the bowl! With that, he bent down and took out another can of beef from the wicker basket and put it on the table. Pull out the dagger and prepare to pry open the can.

"Slow down, put down the dagger and don't open it." The political commissar stopped: "Let's not drink this wine, you can give me this bottle of wine." ”

Fang Lusheng: "Hey? What's going on? I've already given you three canned beef, and I can't even eat the remaining one myself, so I want to invite you to drink and eat together. It's good, you don't drink, you don't let me drink, and you have to take it away. Sir, you're being unreasonable. You know, I should have taken out nothing just now, and I ate and drank by myself. Alas! This is really a show, and it is unreasonable to meet soldiers. ”

"Hahahaha" the commissar raised his head and laughed heartily:

"What? Reluctant? You wouldn't be so stingy, would you? ”

Fang Lusheng, who had a displeased face, glared at the political commissar and said unceremoniously:

"Of course I can't bear it, it's not that I'm stingy. Sir, you want to. My brothers and I almost died. Some died in battle, violent corpses in the wild, and some were captured by devils, whether they were dead or alive is not a matter of time. I was lucky enough to survive, and I wanted to drink a drink to suppress my fear. Hey? Not only will you not let you drink it, but you will take it all. That's too bad, right?! ”

Commissar: "Oh, that's a bit too much to say. Please listen to what I say, and if you really don't want to give, I will not force it. ”

Fang Lusheng: "Huh? It seems quite reasonable to listen to what you mean by not letting me drink and taking it away. Well, you say, I'd like to hear what you have to say. ”

Commissar: "Alas! It's not about what I'm going to say or how I'm going to say it, it's obvious. It is necessary to reduce inflammation in the treatment of knife wounds and gunshot wounds, and even more so in surgery, but now we have no drop of alcohol. If the inflammation is not eliminated in time, the wound will become infected and suppurated, and it will also cause complications, and the wounded will have to be amputated, or even die. At this time, the effect of your 70-degree liquor is too great, and it can be used as alcohol, so I will take it. Do you think it's more important to drink alcohol to suppress the shock or to save people's lives? ”

Fang Lusheng: "Huh? Do you use liquor as alcohol? Can it save people's lives? ”

Staff Officer Wu: "Yes. When there is no alcohol, we use high liquor instead, and the effect is quite good. There is no way to do it. ”

Fang Lusheng: "Oh. That's what happened. We've treated stab wounds and gunshot wounds in the past. It seems that this wine is really undrinkable. Good! Sir, take it. ”

Commissar: "Thank you. On behalf of the Eighth Route Army and the wounded soldiers, I thank you. ”

Fang Lusheng: "No thanks, thank you and I'll see you outside." Saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and I am also accumulating virtue for myself. ”

Commissar: "Hmm. You can say that again. Ay? What kind of relatives are you and Francis? He's younger than you, right? Why is it your uncle? ”

Fang Lusheng: "Alas! I'm not afraid of cold when I say it. Our Fang family is a big family, my grandfather is the eldest and Fang Jiren's grandfather is the fifth, and they are brothers who are 12 years old. After the separation, my grandfather smoked a lot of cigarettes, and my grandfather and my father also smoked, and decades later, our house was ruined. Fang Jiren's house is becoming more and more prosperous, and it is the strongest and richest room in the Fang family. Don't look at Fang Jiren is younger than me, he really looks like an uncle. When I was less than 10 years old, my father and my mother left one after another, and Francis secretly gave money and food to help my sister and me. His grandfather and his father turned a blind eye and pretended not to know. Later, my fifth grandfather took me and my sister into the Fang family and paid for our brother and sister to go to school, I didn't like to study, and I couldn't stand the control of the family rules. When I had time, I went to the school to see my sister and asked Francis for money. The Fang family is virtuous and benevolent. If it weren't for the Fang family, it's hard to say whether my sister and I would have survived until now. ”

Staff Officer Wu interjected: "It seems that you are very grateful to Fang Jiren, as if you are still very afraid of him. Is it? ”

Fang Lusheng: "Yes." My sister and I are very grateful to him. I'm also afraid of him, no matter what I talk about, no matter what, I'm far worse than him. My uncle is well-educated, has high martial arts, and can also practice medicine and see doctors, and no one in ten miles and eight villages does not admire him. Now that he has voted for your Eighth Route Army, you have made a lot of money. ”

"Huh? Got a big bargain? It's hard to say. The political commissar smiled and shook his head: "Fang Jiren used to be a major officer in the Kuomintang army, and he has also been to Japan many times, do you know this?" ”

"Huh?! My uncle has been to Japan? This? I don't know. ”

"Absolutely." Staff Officer Wu said affirmatively.

"No, it won't, it can't be. Ay? Do you suspect that my uncle is a Japanese spy and traitor spy who entered the Eighth Route Army? ”

The commissar asked, "Do you think this is possible?" ”

"No, it can't be. Francis will never be a Japanese spy or traitor. I dare to vouch for it with my head! Fang Lusheng said with an oath.

"Huh? How many heads do you have to vouch for him? If that's the case, no one can protect Francis......"

A warrior walked in briskly and saluted:

"Commissar, I'm looking for you. The regiment commander asked you to go back to the regiment headquarters immediately for a meeting. ”

The political commissar stood up and patted Fang Lusheng on the shoulder and said kindly: "I'm sorry to disturb you, hurry up and eat, I'll come to see you again when I have time." ”

Staff Officer Wu grabbed the liquor on the table and put it in his pocket, and then picked up three canned beef and held them in his hand.

Fang Lusheng followed the political commissar and staff officer Wu out of the north room, and said as he walked:

"Sir, I'll follow you to my uncle, please help me plead for mercy, and ask my uncle to return me a shell gun, I'm used to two guns, and one gun is not good."

The political commissar stopped, turned to look at Fang Lusheng and said disapprehantly:

"Ahem, you don't need my help in this matter, tomorrow you can go to our health team and ask for Fang Jiren directly, and you will say that I asked him to return it to you."

"Health team? Where is my uncle's injury? Knife wound or gunshot wound? ”

"Francis is not injured anywhere, and now he works in the health team."

"Oh, he's on a different errand. Sir, do you have any female soldiers in your health team? Are there any young and beautiful female soldiers? ”

"Of course there are, there are more than a dozen female soldiers, all of whom are quite young and beautiful. Ay? Wrong. Why do you ask? Why do you ask this? ”

"It's broken, it's broken, it's going to be an accident"

"Huh? Broken? Something's going to happen? Does it have anything to do with Francis? Could you please tell me what the hell is going on? ”

"Sir, you don't know. My uncle is good everywhere, but there is such a problem, he has been very fond of girls since he was a child, especially young and beautiful. But he did like girls, and he was fascinated and confused, and then, then, just, just ......."

The commissar's face became more and more gloomy, and his brows were twisted into pimples. Follow-up asked:

"And then? What's going on? What exactly are you going to say? Say it all happily. This is helpful for us to cultivate and how to use Francis. ”

"Sir, my uncle is a rich young master, he grew up in a pile of women, it is normal for him to provoke girls casually, it is not strange at all. However, some people are mentally ill by him, and some people want to commit suicide for him, which is too much. ”

"You mean that Francis is a disorderly person, a frivolous feeling, a mess, and a corrupt style, right?"

"That's what you said, I didn't say that."

"Thank you for the timely reminder." The political commissar turned around and walked away with a tiger face.