Chapter 26: An allusion to the Anshi Rebellion

I didn't get back to my cell on time, and I could imagine the mad dog's expression.

Greetings to my ancestors for eighteen generations is a must. The female prisoner who accompanied her in the single cell that night was guilty. The most handy punching bag, no need to use it in vain.

Finally, after being more than half an hour late, the news of my return reached the ears of the mad dog, and he finally stopped—strange.

Mad Dog doesn't know what's going on? But isn't it enough that he knows that I didn't betray him?

Not enough, sexually motivated people, now need to vent, female prisoners just in time...... No need for nothing.

The poor female prisoner was abused back and forth twice.

All this, as I may have guessed, was later confirmed to me by other prisoners.

The news of my injury cannot be leaked, and if it leaks, my life will definitely not be guaranteed.

Thanks to the day before, I pretended to be sick and slept in the innermost part of the cell, with my cellmates covering me and a scarecrow covering, and I was not found.

Anyway, I've already pretended to be sick, so I continue to pretend to be sick. It can be regarded as surviving this small catastrophe without danger.

There are losses and gains, and the mad dog's trust in me has deepened. I only told Mad Dog about the beasttrap in the sewers, and told him to keep it a secret.

For a while, Mad Dog no longer mentioned the prison escape, because the conditions were not met, but his heart to escape from prison has never died.

The wound finally healed, but fortunately there was no infection.

I don't have to pretend to be sick anymore and think it's business as usual.

I'm in a good mood today, and I want to whistle as accompaniment music when I pee. It is undeniable that the mad dog's third family of Chinese medicine does have some means, and my second brother has not only recovered as before, but also twice as strong. So every time I go to the toilet, I don't whistle, I don't seem to have a sense of ceremony, and I can't pee.

The bodyguards are sufficient, the stars are like the moon, and I am very imposing. I can walk vertically, horizontally, diagonally, fancy walking, and no one dares to look at me, because I am the great Optimus Prime in everyone's mind.

What I don't know is that now everyone calls me the Four Navel Monster behind my back. No one would dare to call me that to my face anyway, so I don't know

Peeing, let the bodyguards stand in the second row at the door, what am I afraid of, and I am in a good mood to enter the toilet.

MD, it's a sunny day, why do I sigh for a chill again.

The last time I had a chill on my back was when the unlucky guy slipped and drowned in dung, could it be that today, there is something like the same moth?

I looked around cautiously, but there was no one.

The bodyguards were at the door, arranged in two rows.

Safe.

I started whistling, about to pee, but at that moment, it finally came out.

The manure water in the pit is boiling. Why, the manure pit has taken off the firewood. How can it be?

Apparently beyond my knowledge, there was a person hiding under the dung water, and with my whistle as a sign, he knew that I was here to pee and launched a sneak attack on me. Does a real killer need to be so unscrupulous?

But it was really the killer who attacked me.

Oh my mom, a strange scream.

Before I could call for help, I panicked and fell.

When he fell, the people outside, who were not vegetarians, finally took a look inside the toilet.

When the bodyguards outside rushed in, I finally shouted, "Help." Two words.

At this time, I don't want to take care of the image, my life is at stake. I crawled desperately on all four legs. Just stay away from that killer.

I'm sure I'm a man, not a beast. Because I put my hands on the ground, can't I use them as legs?

Whether I was crawling on five legs at the time, panicked, I forgot.

With bodyguards in the air, I should be safe - that's weird.

This killer is covered in dung, and the bodyguard thought to himself, I can fight, but I really don't want to fight dung, and I always have scruples, which is also common sense. Two well-wishers also came in, and they were so kind.

Wouldn't it be safe to lift me up from the ground and pull me out of the toilet?

At that time, I can be a melon-eating spectator and watch what it means to move forward bravely.

And the real danger is only now coming.

In this world, there are not many really kind-hearted people, but I never thought that these two were the real killers. At this time, they actually killed me.

It's too late, it's too late, and the mad dog appears.

At this time, it really reflected the domineering spirit of the mad dog, as soon as he made a move, it was a double dragon hitting the tiger, and his fists hit the face of these two killers.

The killer's instinctive response, also known as the muscle response, is the result of long-term training. If I had to die, it would be possible, but I would be seriously injured.

It was at this moment that the killer's instinct dodged and saved my life. It was precisely because of this momentary mistake that I saved my life.

The bodyguards fought with the one hiding at the bottom of the dung pit, because of the existence of the big killer - dung, and some scruples, but the two new intruders were fighting for their lives with their eldest brother Mad Dog.

Whether it is the Savior or for the sake of showing faithfulness, it will be with all its might.

Mad Dog has already taken action to save me, and he will not let these three guys go. A loud voice ordered his bodyguards: "Fight to the death." ”

The bodyguards may not have a high IQ, so they listen to it and hit the.

The scale of this melee in the toilet is not large, and it can be imagined what kind of battle it has become.

The police were quickly alarmed, unbeknownst to me, but the situation was quickly brought under control.

Lectures are necessary.

Today's deputy warden, who is on duty, is here.

The foul-smelling crowd of prisoners lined up waiting for the deputy warden's lecture.

The deputy warden covered his mouth and nose with a white handkerchief and asked, "What's the situation, who is making trouble?" ”

I raised my hand.

"You, 567, confess, what happened?"

At the moment, even if I didn't join the melee, I was the cleanest, and the deputy warden was willing for me to approach him and report the situation, I said: "It's not a big deal, we discussed the allusions of the Tang Dynasty in the toilet at first." I said.

"Tell me, everything should be detailed." The deputy warden ordered.

"Li Longji of the Tang Dynasty and the Anshi Rebellion. I've heard of it, I know. They don't believe it. So they argued, and they did a live demonstration unexpectedly. ”

"Actually, you're the one who called the dragon chicken, and they're the rebels of the Rebellion, right?" The deputy warden said.

"Yes, yes, that's it. They're all very brave, and now everyone has a long memory. I chimed in.

"To you MD head." The deputy warden was visibly forced to laugh. After he gave me a heavy punch, he turned and ran as fast as he could, turning his back to everyone and saying, "Disperse." ”

It was obviously a murder aimed at me, but I didn't say anything, I just played a homophonic stalk, anyway, there were no casualties, and the deputy warden in line with the principle that more is better than less, so he reversed it first, because everyone except me was too stinky.

Therefore, what is in history is the Anshi Rebellion, and the modern Rebellion is just now.

Stay tuned for Chapter 27: I'm an Immortal Soldier