After the old man left, Zhang Xu went into the house to help Ji Zheng re-wrap the gauze.

His movements were neat and rough, and when he tied the knot, Ji Zheng gritted his teeth and gave him a roll of the eyes.

Zhang Xu was used to it, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong, and he reached out and patted Ji Zheng on the waist: "Look at the shape of the wound, it should be a seventy-nine rifle, I didn't expect them to have such a thing, they are almost the same as the equipment of the brothers." ”

Ji Zheng gave him a violent slap with his backhand: "Just your hand!" ”

Zhang Xu had dark skin and was born tall and strong, he was beaten by Ji Zheng, and he didn't feel any pain, so he continued to move forward in a shyway: "Deputy marshal, the military budget is tight, and the ammunition is being controlled more and more strictly, find that person this time and add some equipment to the brothers." ”

"You say that you will add it, and the money fell from the sky?"

Ji Zheng got out of bed and pulled out a dark gray military uniform from the closet.

He doesn't like to tidy up, and the cabinets of clothes are all piled up in a mess, except for the military uniform, which is neatly folded and angular.

As soon as he touched the military uniform, the evil ruffian on Ji Zheng's body reined in, and the whole person was straight, Zhang Xu couldn't help but stand up straighter, but his mouth was not serious: "Deputy Marshal, aren't you rich?" I heard that there is a kind of light machine gun now, it seems to be a jacket type, it is very cool to use, give a few to the brothers, and then I will help the deputy marshal wash the stinky socks for a year! ”

The more Zhang Xu spoke, the more energetic he became, looking at Ji Zheng's eyes glowing, as if looking at the ammunition depot.

Ji Zheng buttoned up his military uniform, tied up his armed belt, stuffed Browning into a holster, grabbed a horsewhip and slapped Zhang Xu twice on the chest: "Don't think about things so simply, Hengcheng is an old fox, if you are not careful, you can scratch a paw of blood!" ”

The wound on his back was a lesson.

Ji Zheng didn't say the latter sentence, but Zhang Xu realized it, pressed the brim of his hat, straightened his back, and listened to Ji Zheng's correction: "That kind of light machine gun is an imported Czech ZB26, and the jacket is clothes, so I usually have nothing to do and read more books!" ”

"Yes!"

Zhang Xu agreed loudly, and Ji Zheng had already finished dressing.

The straight suit wraps the strong and powerful body, the armed belt is tied around the waist, and the broad shoulders and narrow hips are excellently outlined, and the long and powerful legs are wrapped in military pants and inserted into black military boots, like a sharp blade into the scabbard.

Ji Zheng looked straight ahead, raised his hand to the brim of his hat from the back of his head, and finally checked his dress.

The arrogant inch head is covered, and his cold and handsome facial features are highlighted, coupled with the crooked scar on the left eyebrow bone, which is extremely wild, but it is extremely abstinent, I am afraid that a woman can be softened into a puddle of water at a glance.

"Vice Marshal, do you want to ask your wife to go to the banquet with you?"

Zhang Xu asked smartly, and his mind inexplicably thought of the woman singing in Lanxiang Pavilion.

I always feel that a savage person like Ji Zheng can only be lowered by the goblins who have crawled in the red dust, and it would be a pity if Qiao Ling's delicate little white flower was destroyed by him.

Ji Zheng glanced at Zhang Xu in a heavy manner, Zhang Xu immediately knew that he was nosy and annoying, so he touched his nose and said, "That...... I'm just saying it casually. ”

Ji Zheng retracted his gaze, opened the door and walked out first, took two steps and said, "Two people from the garrison company are transferred over." ”

"Good...... Huh? ”

Zhang Xu was surprised, Ji Zheng had always refused to ask for a guard, why did he go back to Hengcheng and go on again?

Just thinking about it, Ji Zheng stopped, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Qiao Ling, who was squatting by the stove in the courtyard downstairs to boil medicine.

It was already afternoon, the sun was just right, and the light and shadow poured down from the upright eaves, blocked by the landscape trees in the yard, and turned into a little spot of light and fell on Qiao Ling.

She looked at the stove with one hand on her cheek, very focused, in troubled times, but there was only peace and tranquility in the corner around her.

"Forget it, don't use anyone else, arrange the affairs in the camp, and you will personally protect her in the future."

Zhang Xu: "......"???