was bumped by Qiao Ling, Ji Zheng's wound really opened again, and when he lifted the quilt, his white shirt was soaked in a large piece of red, which was shocking.

Qiao Ling took the gauze to help him bandage it again, and there was a knock on the door of the room.

Qiao Ling was startled, Ji Zheng covered the quilt, took the gauze in her hand and stuffed it under the pillow, and motioned for her to open the door.

Qiao Ling's heart was so weak that his palms were sweating, and when he opened the door, he saw Old Man Ji standing outside with a gloomy face.

Without waiting for her to salute and say hello, the old man walked straight in, Qiao Ling turned around to follow, and the old man's eagle-like gaze was nailed to her: "You go out!" ”

His tone was very unkind, and his attitude was tough and fierce.

Qiao Ling bit his lip and glanced at Ji Zheng, and couldn't find a reason to stay here for a while, so he could only exit the room.

Old Man Ji walked slowly to the bed, looked at Ji Zheng condescendingly, his eyes were cold, and he swept past Ji Zheng inch by inch like a blunt knife.

Ji Zheng was uncomfortable and in a bad mood, he could still restrain himself in front of Qiao Ling just now, and at this moment, the unruliness in his bones was all splashed, his eyes were raised, and his evil nature met the old man's gaze.

Suddenly the flames were shining, one old and one young, father and son, their eyes were strangled, there was no warmth at all, but it seemed to be a natural enemy with a deep hatred in the sea of blood.

After a moment of confrontation, the old man looked away first, he swept around the room and walked to the coat pole next to the bed.

Ji Zheng's changed suit was hung on it, and he still had the Browning in his pocket.

The old man raised his hand and dusted off the dust that was not there on his suit, and sensing the weight on his clothes, he felt the gun out.

I haven't seen him for two years, and he is a little older, his hands are crumpled and full of vicissitudes, but he is very skilled in holding the gun.

Click!

The old man pulled the safety bolt, and the black gun hole was aimed at Ji Zheng.

Ji Zheng sat on the bed without blinking his eyes, calm and relaxed, sure that the old man would not shoot.

After all, his dozen or so carts of soldiers were not pulled out for a ride.

"Lieutenant?"

The old man chewed on these two words, as if he were gnawing on a bone with a lot of flesh but a broken tooth.

It's a pity that he is old now, and his teeth are loose, even if he is full of blood, I am afraid he will not be able to bite Ji Zheng's bone.

"Do you think you can fool you by changing your skin and getting some guns?"

The old man hasn't left Hengcheng over the years, and he hasn't been in contact with many fashionable things, but he still pays attention to the overall situation.

At the beginning, the warlords everywhere were fighting, and it was chaotic everywhere, and after so many years, only the three commanders remained.

The marshal of Yan Junshan in the northwest, all of his subordinates evolved from the iron cavalry stationed in Mongolia at the beginning, all of them are mighty, brave and good at fighting.

Zhang Weide in the southwest is marshal, and the green battalions gathered under his command are from all over the country, the southwest is poor, and the equipment in his hands is poor, but the victory lies in the huge number, and he can get support and response in various places.

The rest is Gu Zheran, he is the last king with a different surname, when the warlords were in turmoil, the command of the Eight Banners Army in Beijing fell into his hands, although they are all elite, but in the case of internal and external troubles, he still can't prevent the occurrence of separatism.

Now that the world is in turmoil, Old Man Ji believes that Ji Zheng has the ability to escape from prison and join the army, but he doesn't believe that Ji Zheng can sit in the position of deputy marshal in just two years.

Ji Zheng is too wild and unruly, everyone can see that he is a wolf, who would be stupid enough to let him climb to the position of deputy marshal and hold power?

Thinking of this, the old man's index finger pressed the trigger slightly.

"There are orders for the transfer of troops, and when they go to a place, they must first check with the local officials, and if they don't, they will be dealt with as deserters." Speaking of this, the old man's eyes were half-narrowed, and he released a dignified coercion: "Ji Zheng, you are so bold!" ”