chaotic world

This is Shanghai, not Fengtian, and the western restaurant is not a good place to do it. Du Yunfeng ate half-heartedly, and his two subordinates were also very clever, so they dropped the tableware and went downstairs to prepare.

The aunts and wives left, and the second aunt drove slowly to the place where she lived in a rickshaw, passing through the secluded side street, and as soon as she got to the door of the apartment and took out the key, she was covered with a handkerchief, panting, and her whole body went limp. I couldn't use any strength, and was thrown into the rickshaw again in a daze.

The early winter in Shanghai brings with it the biting coldness unique to the south of the Yangtze River.

A splash of river water greeted her face, and Second Aunt woke up with a jerk. She twisted her bound hands and feet in horror, with a rag stuffed in her mouth.

"Second Aunt, I haven't seen you for a long time. Is your surname still Zhou?" Du Yunfeng was dressed in black, with a cigarette in his mouth, squatting beside him with a half-smile.

The second aunt recognized Du Yunfeng and shouted at him, but she couldn't. She looked around in horror. She was in a tidal flat with a dark steel bridge above and the dark Suzhou River flowing beside her.

"Speak well, otherwise..." Du Yunfeng picked up the big stone tied to Second Auntie's feet, which was as big as a football: "It's Shen Jiang."

The second aunt opened her eyes and nodded desperately.

The rag was removed, and the woman let out a cry: "Yunfeng, you are trying to kill my mother, are you worthy of your dead father?"

The donkey's lip was wrong with the horse's mouth, and the second monk Du Yunfeng couldn't figure it out.

"Don't talk about it, it's useless, you took the money and ran away happily, causing the young master of the Zhou family to go outside the customs alone, and he was close to death. If he hadn't met me, he would have died there. Tell me how harmful you are!" Du Yunfeng held a cigarette in his mouth. , thinking in his heart whether to sink her into Jiang, or to bring her back to Fengtian by drugging her.

"I harmed someone? Yunfeng, that little devil killed your own father."

One sentence was like five thunderclaps, the disease that was originally suppressed in the bottom of my heart was suddenly thrown out again without warning.

The second aunt cried out of breath: "I'm just afraid of death. I escaped from Zhou's house and ran to Shanghai. I can't afford to mess with him. He kills without blinking an eye."

In the cold wind, the second aunt who was shivering in the cold complained nonsensically. Zhou Lan was a big kid, and he knew how to covet family property since he was ten years old. Young master, anyone who threatens him will die a terrible death.

"My father has worked hard all his life and has never withheld money. No matter how ruthless Mu An is, it is impossible to kill someone who is not a threat to him."

Although the second aunt was afraid, she still had panic calculations in her heart: If the truth is told and Du Yunfeng's life experience is revealed, I'm afraid this kid may not be able to stand on his side knowing that his surname is not Du.So she decided to pick up the good ones and said: "There is no man in the Zhou family, and all the money is controlled by your father. Although the money is collected to me, the throat is always in your father's hands. Zhou Lan kills your father first. It's my turn next."

All kinds of things in the past, plus today's second aunt's words, Du Yunfeng was seriously shaken, and he was stern: "There is no basis for what you say."

The second aunt's lips were purple from the cold, she burst into tears and snotted her nose: "I saw it with my own eyes, on the day your father was burned to death, I saw him come out of your father's room, waiting for me to finish my meal." Kung fu, your father’s house will be burnt to the ground.”

If it was the first time he had heard this, Du Yunfeng would not have believed it, but before he and Zhou Lan had a life-and-death fight, it was precisely for this matter—is there such a coincidence in this world?Even if he catches the wind and catches the shadow, there must be a shadow, the rumor is groundless, after all, there is wind, and Zhou Lan has nothing to do with it.

Du Yunfeng stood up silently, standing tall by the dark Suzhou River, lowered his head slightly, and clenched his fists.The subordinate asked in a low voice: "Brother, what should we do?"

"Take her and set off for Fengtian immediately"

Fengtian just had the first light snowfall, and it was fluttering and falling to the ground in a thin layer.

The security regiment was equipped with new equipment, and even their spirits and spirits improved a lot. Zhou Lan often went to the ranks in person to check the military discipline and beat the chests of the soldiers. Ask: "Who gave the rice bowl?"

With one voice: "Leader"

Then ask "Which leader"

"Captain Zhou!"

"Who gave the cotton coat?"

"Captain Zhou!"

"Who are you carrying the gun for?"

"Captain Zhou!"

The security group continued to expand, but the power became more and more concentrated, concentrated on one person.

Zhang Dahu was defeated and defeated repeatedly as expected, and the Japanese couldn't hold back anymore.Today's letter ordered Zhou Lan to go all out to destroy the armed guerrillas, which meant that Zhou Lan led the team in person.

It was a mule or a horse, and Zhou Lan wanted to see for himself the power of the new equipment, so he took three thousand elites to the north of Fengtian, and set off in the direction of Jilin. The regiment stayed behind with 2000 people, and engaged in some patrols and went into the mountains to suppress bandits. Anyway, people in the security regiment came in and out every day, so it was not easy to see how many people there were.

Zhou Lan cherishes feathers, and his good soldiers are sent to the battlefield to practice, not for winning battles, but for gaining experience, and the survival of the fittest.

Zhang Dahu's several defeats were not all fruitless, at least he knew that the enemy's armed forces did not exceed 1000 people.

We have few enemies and uneven strength. This battle will not last long, and Zhou Lan has not made long-term preparations.But before setting off, he felt that he had something important to do. He turned around in a circle, suddenly realized, and hurried to the backyard. His boots were on the thin fresh snow, and the sleeves of his uniform coat were blowing in the cold wind. The inside of the coat with black jokes exposed.

In the warm backyard room, two nannies were sitting on the kang and putting cotton padded clothes on little Bao'er. Little Bao'er had just woken up, her face was flushed, and her big eyes were watery and a little confused.

Wrapped in the cold wind and entering the house, Zhou Lan took off the leather gloves, quickly rubbed his palms, then bent down to tease little Bao'er: "Bao'er, come here and let Dad hug you."

The two nannies greeted the head of the regiment, went down to the ground with winks, lifted the curtain and went to the outer room.

Seeing that it was Zhou Lan, Little Bao'er giggled first, then immediately broke off the nurse's padded coat, and ran towards Zhou Lan with her bare buttocks and a red bellyband around her.

He snorted and fell on Zhou Lan's body, then let go with a wow.

Zhou Lan's coat was tied with a hard armed belt, and the new snowflakes were shiny and hadn't melted yet, no wonder Xiao Bao'er ran away.

He unbuttoned the buttons three times and twice, and the armed belt was also opened. With one hand, even the buttons of the military uniform inside were torn apart, leaving only a layer of close-fitting shirt. He pulled Xiao Baoer and stuffed it into his arms. Wrapped tightly in his arms, he stroked his little buttocks and asked, "Bao'er, is Dad still cold?"

Little Bao'er raised her head and grinned, showing her upper and lower teeth. She yelled indistinctly, "Dad, Dad" incoherently, but the meaning could be understood, and Zhou Lan's heart was pounding.Although I didn't like it at all back then, but now it's like being possessed by a demon. When I hear this little thing is called Dad, I feel indescribably comfortable.

Little Bao'er was in the stage of teething, always drooling a little, always wanted to grind his teeth, he was not honest in Zhou Lan's arms, his hands and feet were strong, and after a while of scratching and kicking, Zhou Lan's shirt buttons were all undone.

It was warm against the meat, and Xiao Bao arched inside.Zhou Lan followed him without any temper.

Arched and arched, Xiaobao didn't move, and Zhou Lan straightened up in a jerk.Xiao Bao was drooling and sucking on his chest, with a fleshy hand still grabbing hard at the side.

"Bao'er, let go, Dad doesn't have this ability, don't make trouble." Zhou Lan hugged him with one hand, and supported the child's head with the other, trying to make him leave.

Xiaobao took a few serious sips, but got no results, let go of his mouth, let out a sound of "ah", frowned and stared at the place that was sucked by him, and poked a pink fleshy finger unwillingly.

"Are you hungry? Let the nanny feed you soon, two nanny will be enough for you." Zhou Lan lowered her head and coaxed him in a good-tempered manner.But Xiao Bao'er didn't listen at all, he held back his energy and looked at his old man's chest, suddenly became angry and rushed towards him, biting it with his four thin and small front teeth in retaliation.

Zhou Lan jumped and almost threw the child out on the spot.

"Bao'er, let go, Dad hurts." Zhou Lan's tone became anxious

Little Bao'er was unmoved.

"Son, hey, keep pushing hard, little bastard, I'm going to beat you!" Zhou Lan was bitten to the point, his whole body was cramping, and he was reluctant to hit him, so he had to slap his bare buttocks hard.

Little Bao'er let go of the pain, and yelled a few words in his mouth, which were not human words. He pushed himself out of Zhou Lan's arms and hid himself under the blanket.

At this moment, Hei Si'er's voice sounded outside the door: "Leader, the queue is complete and you can start at any time."

Zhou Lan responded, and began to straighten the shirt, straighten the military uniform and the vertical and vertical belts, squinting at the kang while tidying up, Xiao Baoer wrapped herself tightly, only showing a pair of eyes, with tears in her eyes, so pitiful.

Zhou Lan's heart softened, and she bent down to coax Xiao Bao'er.Seeing him approaching, little Bao'er turned her buttocks into the bed, and couldn't even see her eyes.

"Son, are you angry with Dad?" Zhou Lan got into the bed with his head, and continued to move forward in a fawning manner.

Not getting a response, Xiaobao rubbed his buttocks, Zhou Lan fished the child out, and pinched his face pitifully.

Little Bao'er suddenly curled her lips, and the tears that were swirling in her eyes burst out. She wiped the corners of her eyes with her hands, and half of her face was wet in an instant.

Turning over to look at Xiao Bao'er's buttocks, there was a red palm print, it seemed that it really hurt, and I couldn't help rubbing it.

Hei Si'er was at a loss waiting in the snow, and tentatively called out: "Team leader?"

It was too late for Zhou Lan. This time, not only the security team, but also Imanobu led a team of Japanese troops, which was called the supervisor of the war.

But his face moved closer to Xiaobao, and he smiled flatteringly: "Father is going on a long trip soon, come and give me a kiss."

Little Bao'er was lying on the kang like a baby, with two red ropes on her back. He and Zhou Lan faced each other face to face, and leaned forward generously, and pressed firmly on Zhou Lan's mouth. Kissed, then grinned.

The son was no longer angry, Zhou Lan felt at ease, called the nanny to come in and dress Xiaobao, told them to take good care of the child, and never made any mistakes, then reluctantly kissed Xiaobao's red palm print, and left in a hurry. go.

The team set off, Zhou Lan and Jinxin were in the same car, chatting and laughing, Zhou Lan touched his chest subconsciously, it was inconvenient for him to take off his clothes to see if the skin was bitten, but it hurt when he rubbed his clothes.

He felt the pain silently, but felt the pain was very comfortable. He couldn't help thinking wildly—could this be the relationship between father and son, love even if it hurts, he didn't know who his father was, he couldn't love his father, But he decided to love his son well.

Three days later, they finally encountered the guerrilla armed forces on the Liaoji border, and the two sides fought.

The advantage of the security regiment is obvious, the quality of individual soldiers is excellent, each of them is alive and well, eager to show the performance of the regiment leader Zhou, who is personally enlisted, and the winner will be seen soon.The enemy's guerrilla tactics failed, and they wanted to escape but couldn't get rid of the security regiment's pursuit.

After dark, the guerrilla armed forces hid in the small county town of Jihai in embarrassment.

Taking advantage of the victory to pursue, Zhou Lan ordered to attack the city.Although Jihai is small, the defensive city wall is not weak. The mortar shells fell into the city, and the fire burst into the sky instantly.

There is no need for the Japanese army to do anything, the security regiment can wipe out the enemy on the spot, and wipe them out completely.

Zhou Lan didn't care about the anti-Japanese armed forces. What he cared about was the combat effectiveness of his own army. He was very satisfied so far. He stood outside the car, took the binoculars handed over by Hei Sier, and slowly enjoyed the scenery of the flames spreading.

Jin Xin was sitting in the car, he was always reluctant to take his eyes off Zhou Lan.He doesn't care about the outcome of the battle, and he doesn't care about drinking. Zhou Lan has been guided by him, joined the security regiment, and became close friends with him. Now he mobilizes the army to fight against the anti-Japanese forces with him-everything is in the Under his control, his son will eventually sharpen his sword and reveal his sharpness, resurrecting a true Yamato soul to stand side by side with him and expand the territory.

Through the opium trade, he understands that his son loves money, and money is the best bait; after long-term follow-up, he has confirmed that his son and Du Yunfeng have an unusual relationship. ——Zhou Lan should have children around his knees, but he himself should have a house full of children and grandchildren.Jinxin tried to win over Du Yunfeng, but the other party was ungrateful and firmly rejected him.

Jin Xin felt that he had to be cautious about how to deal with the people around Zhou Lan.

Holding the binoculars in one hand and resting on the roof of the car with the other, Zhou Lan stood upright, leaving Jinshin in profile, with a standard good figure, and a thick wool coat wrapped in a young and straight waist and hip line, the length was just below the knees, loose and appropriate as a foil Straight legs in leather boots.

In the field of vision of the telescope, the city was attacked under the wall, defended above the wall, and stray bullets flew out of the line of fire—a good gun is different, the color of the flame is brighter than others, Zhou Lan commented silently in his heart.

The binoculars moved slowly, along the moat to the top of the city, and he seemed to see the commanding officer of the other party, who was quite tall and smoky, and could not see his face clearly, but he resisted fiercely, did not hide, but shot desperately towards the city—— Shooting Zhou Lan admired the other party's flurry with great interest.

The more you look at it, the more familiar it looks, quickly adjust the focus, isn't this Tang Junquan!

Putting down the binoculars, he suddenly ordered to stop the attack when the iron was supposed to be struck while the iron was hot.The explanation for Jinxin is that since the victory is a foregone conclusion, it is better to play a game of cat and mouse and sharpen the claws of the soldiers.

The small town of Jihai ushered in an inexplicable truce. In the middle of the night, when both sides were resting, a letter written by Zhou Lan was quietly delivered to Tang Junquan.

In the early morning of the next day, at the head of Jihai City, a pipe with a strip of white cloth tied to it swayed abruptly against the rising sun, and the people inside shouted from the air, asking for negotiations.

A total of two people came to the negotiation. Judging from their uniforms, they were only small officers. After cooperating with the search, they entered the security regiment camp after confirming that they had no weapons.

Two smoky soldiers, with blurry and black faces, only the eyeballs and teeth are white.

The camp stove was turned on in the barracks, and the air was warm. Zhou Lan was wearing a standard military uniform, and Jin Xin was sitting on the side of the big table. He was calm on the surface, but he hardly needed to look at each other's faces. He could judge by the posture of the other party walking along the way. One of them was Papa Tang.

It is impossible for a regiment leader to go out of the city to negotiate in person. That would be tantamount to sending hostages directly to the other party. Since Father Tang did this, it shows that he trusts him, and his sincere words in last night's letter are not in vain.

After Tang Junquan entered the barracks, he only glanced at Zhou Lan lightly, then raised his head arrogantly and observed the surrounding environment.Last night when he learned that Zhou Lan had become a member of the security team, he was almost speechless in shock. He had always wanted to win him over to him, and it was fine if he couldn't work with him. Why did he end up working for the Japanese instead?

But he was already a trapped beast, and his subordinates suffered heavy casualties, making it a dead end.After thinking about it for a while, he rationally knew that the opponent would win, and there was no need to cheat at this juncture. Besides, he subconsciously felt that Zhou Lan was still credible, so he followed the strategy in Zhou Lan's letter today.

There was no sign of a defeated army at all. Tang Junquan directly asked the security team to lift the siege of the Japanese army without mentioning surrender. Zhou Lan and him exchanged words and the atmosphere was intense, but the two sides seemed to be talking about different topics.

Jinxin didn't speak from the beginning, and secretly observed the other party. He felt that his son was still too immature, so he suddenly asked, "You don't have the sincerity to negotiate."

Tang Junquan and the young officer who came with him did not stand on the ground dryly, they were already very close to the big table while speaking fiercely.Tang Junquan suddenly made an attack, and rushed towards Jinxin unarmed. Zhou Lan mentioned in last night's letter that Jinxin's gun was hidden under his ribs.

He was very skilled, and the soldiers in the room full of guns and live ammunition didn't react, but Yamashita Teruo, who had been standing behind Imanobu, reacted quickly, pulled out his saber in a flash, and forced Tang Junquan's hand that was about to touch the handle of the gun back.

If one hit fails, the opportunity is lost.

The guards rushed forward and easily pressed the two unarmed people to the ground.Then the scolding started, scolding the little devil, scolding the second devil, it is a frantic desire to die.

Jinxin was not surprised, but said lightly: "Rampant!" Then he stopped expressing his opinion, but looking at Zhou Lan, he really wanted to know how Zhou Lan would deal with this situation. In other words, it meant that Zhou Lan Lan had to take a certain position. Among the two choices of anti-Japanese and pro-Japanese, he and the entire security team had to have an explanation.

Tang Junquan and Tang Junquan scolded fiercely, he knew in his heart that he was on the verge of defeat and he didn't need to say anything, he died before the other party knew his identity as the regiment leader, otherwise he would become a hostage instead.After cursing the Japanese, he also scolded the security team, scolded Zhou Lan with his eyes wide open, for helping the evildoers, and for the tigers.

"Are you a Chinese? I don't care about the right and wrong, and I'm ashamed of you for betraying the country and seeking glory. How can you two devils be worthy of your Chinese parents and friends?" Tang Junquan knew that his life was not long, so Desperately wanting to curse, recalling the past is vivid in his mind, whether forced or voluntary, he couldn't bear the appearance of this little brother colluding with the enemy. He put his face on the ground, looked straight at Zhou Lan, and gave a savage sound.

Zhou Lan's complexion was cloudy and uncertain. At this moment, he suddenly stood up, stretched out his hand to open his military coat, and then rushed towards the crowd like an eagle, pushing away the guards. He picked up Tang Junquan's collar with both hands and pulled him up. , roared viciously: "Have you scolded enough?"

The windy fist hit the opponent's side face. He used all his strength for this punch. Tang Junquan twisted his head and body, and fell firmly to the ground. When he turned his head again, his mouth and nose were bloody. .The guards swarmed up again, and before they could press it firmly, Zhou Lan let go of him with a snarl: "Let go of him, I'll see what he can do when he dies!"

The little soldiers took the initiative to stay away and watch the battle.

Tang Junquan was from a Lian family, spat out a mouthful of blood, and stood up with a shake of his waist. He didn't understand the other party's intentions, so he jumped on him.

Fighting is real, punching to the flesh.

Zhou Lan grabbed the opponent's shoulders with both hands, and raised his legs against the opponent's chest. Seeing that it was a sympathetic posture, he secretly pinched the opponent's arm and pressed down hard. At the same time, his posture made his coat fall back Zhang, Tang Junquan understood, and swipe down with his hand, and sure enough, he felt the hard handle of the gun at the opponent's back waist.

Suddenly drawing the gun and locking his throat, Zhou Lan successfully became his hostage.

In Zhou Lan's original plan, Tang Junquan's surprise attack on Jinxin was the best option, so that he could stay out of the matter and go along with the flow, saving Tang Tuan without getting involved in any troubles.But in today's sudden scene, if he doesn't act, Father Tang will definitely be captured alive-no matter how good the security team is, it is impossible to turn against the Japanese on the border of Manchukuo. Have they all been evacuated to the customs? His mere security team has no courage.Besides, before reaching a desperate situation, it is not a spell of death.

But Zhou Lan didn't know whether it would be useful to be a hostage by himself.The head of the security team can do it for anyone, and the only thing he can count on now is that Jinxin loves money enough, and maybe those huge opium deals can increase his weight in the other party's heart.

The gun had just reached Zhou Lan's temple, and Jin Xin stood up, reacting faster than the soldiers holding the gun.

"Don't be impulsive!" He shouted in a straight voice, and before Tang Junquan could start talking about conditions, Jinxin waved his hand at the guard angrily: "Put the gun down!"

The guards were all soldiers of the security regiment, and usually only listened to orders and Zhou Lan, but Jin Xin's orders made some people's muzzles tremble, and then straightened up again.

Zhou Lan had the bottom line in his heart, but on the surface he still had to pretend to be terrified. He moved his fingers slowly: "Listen to Commander Jinxin's command and put down the gun."

Only then did the muzzles of the guns face the ground one after another.

"We can talk about any conditions. You put the gun down." Zhou Lan was somewhat surprised by Jin Xin's nervousness—the other party cared so much about him, no, he cared so much about money, which was completely beyond his imagination.

Yamashita Teruo understood Imanobu's nervousness from the bottom of his heart. Standing behind Imanobu, his hand slowly slid from the saber to the pistol. He was very good at marksmanship. Li is Jinxin's heart and soul, and he can't bear Jinxin's suffering like his father.

Withdraw the cock slowly, he needs to cross Jinxin and make a sudden attack.

Like a tacit understanding, Jinxin seemed to have eyes on his back. He suddenly looked back into the other's eyes and shook his head seriously: "Yamashita-kun, please don't take risks."

The tone was soothing, because he didn't want to disturb other people present, but his eyes were sharp, with unquestionable orders - if it was someone else, or even himself, Jinxin could take a risk, but his son no.

The son has only one life, and he hasn't had time to recognize each other in the future, and he hasn't fully enjoyed the fun of getting along with father and son. Adventure?Not at all.

"Everyone throw their guns on the ground!" Tang Junquan yelled to avoid complications.

Zhou Lan's cooperation and Jin Xin's prudence allowed a hostage-taking to be staged perfectly.With the small military officer who came with them, the two pushed Zhou Lan to Jihai City, one on the left and the other on the right.

Going smoothly, Zhou Lan wondered if Jinxin really valued himself so much?I am just a small military puppet and business partner, so why am I so nervous.The tension in the opponent's eyes just now and the cold sweat that broke out on the forehead could not be a disguise.With suspicion, the moment Zhou Lan entered the small city gate, Zhou Lan looked back at Jinxin.

This glance pierced Jin's confidence, and he felt that his son was asking for help.