"Military ruffian, take your clothes and go, this is a louse nest!"

"Don't do it! If you don't change the Lao Tzu gun back, I'll lie here today, and don't open your shop! ”

Sprout was standing on the street changing into his dirty military uniform, which could hardly be called a military uniform, and there were more holes in his clothes than in the roof of the containment station.

He didn't shy away from the cold eyes of passers-by, so he took off the sack wrapped in the burlap and exchanged his clothes for cabbage, and he was the only senior soldier in the shelter who didn't throw away his gun. Hanyang, who has smoothed the rifling, is more eager to go to the battlefield than anyone else, and Chen Yu doesn't know why.

The owner of the pawnshop walked out with his hands behind his back, and beside him stood two boys running the hall, holding wooden sticks in their hands, ready to rush up at any time and beat them up. This kind of thing often happens, and the defeated soldiers can do anything when they are hungry and crazy, without the restraint of the commander, let alone the restraint of military law.

Of course, the so-called military law only exists in the mouth of the officer, or the flesh and skin of the low-level soldiers, and the final interpretation right belongs to the beanie on the collar, or in the eyes of a certain big man in a tunic suit.

"You have a gun, according to the rules of the pawnshop, if you want to redeem it and get the money, if you don't have any money, get out."

Don't spicy stalk his neck and say: "I want to beat Xiao Dongyang, don't you have a gun to beat Mozi?" ”

"Ghost letter, if you beat Xiao Toyo, can you run here?"

At this time, Chen Yu walked over and patted Bu Spicy on the shoulder, seeing Chen Yu coming, he was even more arrogant.

"Little old man, my official is here, and he wants to take me to fight Xiao Dongyang!"

The pawnshop owner glanced at Chen Yu and said with a smile: "Your chief's gun is dropped here, what's the matter?" The two of you come together, the yellow-skinned dead army ruffian, the little Oriental who is a fart! ”

"Are you scolding again?" Bu Spicy was very frustrated: "I'm just going to fight Xiao Dongyang, you don't believe it." ”

"It's not spicy, go back."

"Officer, I didn't have a gun to beat Xiao Dongyang with Mozi."

Chen Yu twisted Bu Spicy's neck and walked back, he didn't want Bu Spicy to get hurt, and the rifle he took a lot of effort to get back was still discarded at the airport.

The two walked back, and the boss of the pawnshop behind them was very proud, driving away a pair of military ruffians to maintain the rules of the pawnshop, so that the other routs would dispel the thoughts of making trouble.

Chen Yu patted the non-spicy and dirty military uniform, "What do you want you to do with that broken gun, I'll give you a good gun when I go to Myanmar, a 79 rifle that smells of gun oil from the factory." ”

"Officer, you have to count when you speak, give me a good gun."

"Give and give."

In the containment station, Bu Spicy is the best group of people to fool, but it is also the most difficult group of people to fool, and he will not change his mind if he belongs to the right things.

Chen Yu said: "Believe me or not, if you believe me, I will do me a favor." ”

"Officer, what are you doing?"

"Do you dare to fuck that miscellaneous stationmaster?"

Hearing this, Bu Lai's body suddenly softened, and he looked at Chen Yu bitterly. "Murder is against the law, that bastard stationmaster's official is bigger than you, you can't kill it."

"Then go and engage Qi Mazi in East City."

"Don't do it, they even have flower traps, they can't do it."

"Then let's cross the river to fight Xiao Dongyang?"

"Okay, when are you going?"

Suddenly, Chen Yu found that he was not a good person. In this place where people who follow the rules of society will be praised as a civilized person, Bu Spicy is definitely the superior person among civilized people, he is an out-and-out good person, full of family and country feelings that he doesn't know very well, and he is unwilling to hurt others in exchange for material life, but he is willing to give up his life to defend those who spurn him.

In this way, Chen Yu was reluctant to invite the spicy to take risks, he had long wanted to get that choppy dean.

"No, no, we're just going to beat him with our heads over and rob him of his money."

Bu Ra was a little moved when he heard this, his eyes rolled and he ran back, and after a while, there was a burlap bag in his hand. Chen Yu couldn't help but smile, this guy is still quite reliable, so the two of them decided to pay attention to the stationmaster.

Chen Yu first let Bu Spicy wait outside, while he went to the stationmaster's house to have a look, passing by the sentinel who asked for information last time, Chen Yu threw two cigarettes at them and pulled the eggs.

After chatting for a while, there have been a lot of well-dressed soldiers in Chanda City recently, and the defeated soldiers of several shelters in the city have been integrated into the troops, but they are still some miscellaneous troops to supplement the troops.

Continuing along the bluestone road, Chen Yu passed by the door of the miscellaneous stationmaster's house, and glanced around that there was no one on the road, and the door was empty. Chen Yu slowly pushed open the door, a set of mahogany tables and chairs in the main room were properly placed, the gramophone was spinning around and making a piercing singing, and there were some scattered things hanging on the wall.

Quietly closing the wooden door, there was a slight smell in the air, a very unpleasant smell, with ammonia. Chen Yu sniffed it and knew what it was, and there was no other explanation except opium.

Sure enough, there was a thinly dressed woman in the back room, covered with a thin military blanket, and the woman was about thirty years old. This woman is the wife of the bitch stationmaster, and she has fallen asleep after smoking at this time.

Twist up the opium soil wrapped in oiled paper on the table, about a pound smaller. Chen Yu put the opium into his pocket, and saw a fast and slow machine hanging on the wall, this bastard stationmaster still has this thing, Chen Yu didn't stop, glanced at the woman lying on the bed talking in his sleep, and put the gun into his waist bag with three times and five divided by two.

Then Chen Yu rummaged through the cabinets and found a small box in the mezzanine of the wardrobe, which contained a few sticks of gold.

The sleeping woman rolled over, and the spring was over.

Chen Yu was suddenly stunned for a while, a body that was not perfect, there was a trace of fat in his abdomen, and his face was not so moving. But Chen Yu was stunned, and involuntarily stepped forward and stroked the woman's smooth back, and suddenly put away his hand.

Confessing his guilt, Chen Yu walked to the window and turned the window to leave. The window fell, and the sleeping woman woke up suddenly, then picked up the cigarette gun in a daze, took a puff, and continued to fall asleep.

Leaning against the wall, Chen Yu took a deep breath of the stench wafting from the house, his fists clenched. What he wanted to do, screaming wouldn't solve the problem, roaring wouldn't wake up the sleeping body, at least not for now.

The erosive situation, the land of gunsmoke, the numb crowd, the anger and unwillingness in the heart have nowhere to vent. Holding the fast and slow machine in his arms, Chen Yu's body trembled a little.

Insults, weapons, and poison have been entrenched in our country and people for a long time, like a bone that is difficult to cut.

What do you want, will you fall here?

Chen Yu thought a lot for a moment, these were not what he wanted. There are many things worth fighting for in this tender sheltered house, warm beds, enough food, money to spend, women to vent, poison P who is drunk and dreaming of death, and guns······