chaotic world

Du Yunfeng was in a daze, and he almost looked like a skeleton. He was almost in a daze for more than half a month. Sometimes he was sober, but most of them were muddled.

He had a high fever day and night for many days. When Song Shudong dragged him home, it was in the dead of night, like dragging a blood gourd. Song Shudong was so frightened that after pushing him onto the kang, his first reaction was not to save him, but to save him. He rushed out of the yard, took a big broom, and swept away the traces of dragging.

His chest was bright red, almost bleeding from his whole body.

There were wild wolves that night. If Song Shudong hadn't held a torch, the two of them would have been torn to pieces.Just like the other people at the bottom of the cliff, when the wolf dug it up, the corpse was like a heavy bag, being pulled here and there, and the intestines and stomachs fell apart.

Just like pork chops, there is no difference, Song Shudong thought later.

He couldn't take off Du Yunfeng's clothes, so he cut them off with scissors, stuffed them into the big pot on the kang stove, set it on fire, and after the hot water cooled down, he wiped his body.

Du Yunfeng's chest was bleeding profusely, and Song Shudong could only see clearly with the oil lamp in his hand, there was something shiny embedded in the bone in his chest.

When he was captured in the bandit's den before, he had seen how those bandits treated their wounds, so he imitated the example, put the small scoop of meat into boiling water, boiled it again, put it on the fire, burned it again, and then His arms stretched long, his head turned to one side, and he poked at Du Yunfeng's body.

I poked it, but it was not accurate, and a new wound was created.

He poked again, but still missed the point. This time, he poked deeper than the first time. Du Yunfeng, who was already unconscious, twitched in pain. His gaze flashed through his slightly opened eyes, and then he passed out again.

If Song Shudong continued like this, not only would he not be able to save Du Yunfeng's life, but he might be sent to the west soon.

So he mustered up the courage of his life, stared at it, and dug with a knife while crying.

With a sound of "ding", a small shiny disc fell to the ground, and he picked it up to wipe off the blood. Even though it had been deformed, Song Shudong recognized what it was.

It was a completely broken pocket watch with a pure gold case. A bullet pierced through the movement and penetrated the entire pocket watch. The severely blocked bullet finally embedded itself in the breastbone.

Song Shudong poured all the little wound medicine powder at home on his chest, but the blood soon seeped through.

He had no choice but to tear off a piece of bed sheet and wrap Du Yunfeng with a long and wide strip of cloth. He used [-]% of his strength when wrapping it. Fortunately, it was the chest. If it was the neck, Du Yunfeng would be able to be wounded. The fool was hanged on the spot.

The dead horse was treated as a live horse doctor, and the blind cat ran into a dead mouse, and he really stopped the bleeding.

He was quite happy for the next two days, thinking that this man was rescued, but Du Yunfeng never woke up.

If there had been a doctor at that time, he would have told Song Shudong that Du Yunfeng's coma was not caused by a gunshot wound. It is a miracle that he survived the fall from such a high cliff, but the stumbling stones and trees along the way are simply smashed to pieces. His punches and kicks, his head was almost smashed into a pot of paste.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was hit here and there by a few crooked-neck trees during the fall, and finally fell into the thick snow nest, then he, like the other corpses, was waiting to be the dinner of the wolves.

At that moment, Du Yunfeng was lying naked under the quilt, Song Shudong put down the medicine bowl, lifted the quilt, and poked his chest.

The cloth of the torn bed sheet had been removed a long time ago, because just two days after the bleeding stopped, Du Yunfeng's entire chest was swollen and glistening, and Song Shudong belatedly figured out that dirty bed sheets are easy to get infected.

Song Shudong didn't dare to go out to buy medicine due to the high fever for many days, but Du Yunfeng survived like this, very lucky.

He didn't know that the seriousness of his injury was by no means better than falling off a cliff. It was God's luck that he didn't die in Song Shudong's hands.

"Water," he said vaguely, looking at the bowl in Song Shudong's hand, he saw the person holding the bowl very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

He Si went back to the regiment and walked around the guard squad. There were dozens of people under him, and he was always paying attention to the movements. If there is a problem, it is a big problem.

After hastily washing his handles and face, with some water in his hands, he straightened his forehead and temple hair in front of the mirror before heading to the regiment headquarters.

Before entering the door, he called the orderly first, and asked what the head of the regiment was busy with all afternoon, who he had met, and if he had a good rest.

After asking clearly one by one, he had a score in his mind.Knowing that Zhou Lan didn't eat much for dinner, he ordered the kitchen to prepare two plates of non-sticky snacks.

"Report!" He stood at the door.

"Come in." The voice came out wearily.

After entering the room, He Si watched his words and expressions calmly. Zhou Lan was sitting on the sofa, not wearing a military uniform. He was wearing an ordinary long gown, plus a mandarin gown with a blue satin surface, and the white cuffs were turned out. He looked like he was looking at something like a ledger in his hand.

He is such a refined and bookish person, just looking at this moment, no one would believe that he can kill people like hemp.

He is obviously a gentle and elegant teacher, but what a pity he is holding either a soldier roster or a weapons account book.

As far as he knew, Zhou Lan gave those battalion commanders a hard time in the afternoon. The main reason was that they were not doing their job well—the recruiting was progressing too slowly.

It took a few days for Zhou Lan to issue the order to expand the army, and the chief officer of the regiment had already grasped it very tightly, but this matter still needs to be done in a step-by-step manner. First, there must be a formal correspondence with the Kwantung Army Command. Zhou Lan personally acted in this matter, needless to say, it was done very quickly.

Next, the staff officers below will announce that the chief officers are discussing the delineation of the recruitment area, and it depends on whether the situation can recruit people well, or if they can't, they have to catch the young men. Finish.

As soon as the matter progressed to the point of "entering the village", Zhou Lan couldn't hold back any longer. He suppressed his temper and asked, and when he learned that the matter had just begun, he became angry and criticized the battalion commander's staff. .

He Si shuddered in his heart, it was a very strange feeling-knowing that this seemingly docile thing was dangerous, the brain told you to retreat, but the heart was leading you to move forward.

This strange feeling is very divisive and exciting, a thing that is obviously very forbidden, but it makes people want to find out more and more.

"Head" His voice was not high, the other party was paying attention, he didn't want to disturb, he just wanted to look at him like this.

Watching him is a kind of enjoyment in itself.

But he still had to abide by his duties as a subordinate first, and he couldn't wait for the chief to question him first. In front of Zhou Lan, he dared not make any progress: "Head, I'm back, everything is done."

It's done—how can it be considered "done"?Is it dead or alive?

"Yeah," Zhou Lan responded, and after a while, she raised her head from the book and looked at He Si.

"I did it myself. Before doing the work, Li Shusen and Jin Xiaoman said..." He Si continued to take the initiative to report, but just as he opened his mouth, he was stopped by Zhou Lan's gesture.

"You don't have to take it to heart, and I don't want to know." Zhou Lan waved his hand to prevent him from saying it, as if saying goodbye to the past.

He Si was a little happy for no reason - he wished that those people and those things would be over.

The orderly called for the report, and put two plates of fresh dim sum on the coffee table after entering the door. Zhou Lan frowned, a little confused: "I didn't order dim sum."

"I asked them to do it," He Si hurried forward, raised his eyebrows, and directed the orderly out of the room, "They said that you have been busy all afternoon, and dinner is not comfortable, so I asked the back kitchen to prepare something. You are cushioned, and you can sleep soundly at night."

"I don't want to eat." Zhou Lan didn't buy into his love, but reached out and touched a few notebooks on the coffee table.

The notebooks were placed in a mess, pressed against each other, and pages were folded in some places.

He Simao picked up the pen from the carpet, and as soon as Zhou Lan stretched out his hand, he knew that the other party was looking for a pen.

After handing over the pen, He Si glanced casually over the books, which were all accounts of the entry and exit of ammunition and weapons. When he turned his head again, Zhou Lan's gaze swept over him.

Obviously, Zhou Lan saw his movements.

He is a very clever young man, and Zhou Lan is a very clever officer.

"Then..., Captain, I'll go out first if I have nothing to do. I don't understand about weapons." He Si straightened up, neither flustered nor dodging.

Zhou Lan is a suspicious person, the more he sees it, the less he can hide.

Zhou Lan lowered his gaze, sketched with a pen on the account, and didn't speak.

The two stood and sat one by one, the atmosphere was calm like a lake, Zhou Lan was scary, but He Si was not afraid of him, sometimes he murmured in his heart that he had seen a ghost, if he continued to do this to death, maybe one day Zhou Lan would be angry If it doesn't go well, just deal with him, or send him far away, out of sight and out of mind.

After all, the Zhou Lan he served was meticulous and comfortable, but it was far from the point where the other party couldn't do without him.

"You know how to read?" Zhou Lan continued to mark without raising his head, and then without waiting for his answer, "Look at these accounts, all battalions have them, they were used in Jihai some time ago, and the regiment recently consumed them. of."

"I know," He Si didn't mention the matter of leaving, Zhou Lan asked him to look, and he dared to look, "The head thinks the number there is wrong?"

"Well," Zhou Lan raised his head, screwed on the pen, and said in a tired tone, "The first, second and third battalion suffered the most losses, and it's hard to count. I bought new goods from the Japanese. Of course, the price is expensive, I want to equip the fourth to eighth battalions, but I haven't figured out what to do with the first, second and third battalions."

And how many new recruits he can recruit, he has no idea, people can definitely be caught, the problem is that the hearts of the people caught are not stable, he still has to use them to charge into the battle, the half-hearted little soldiers go to the battlefield and take two steps back. Not enough to worry about.

After Zhou Lan saw Jinxin, the agreement between the two came into effect immediately. The arms that Jinxin gave him were not only supported by Japanese weapons on the surface, but also secretly operated. Zhou Lan spent his own money to buy them. Of course, Zhou Lan’s money They are all earned by selling "soil".

"Head," He Si hurriedly flipped through the accounts. This thing needs to be carefully read page by page, but before thinking about it, he must understand what Zhou Lan's intentions are. He never pretends to understand, and has a good time. He quickly asked without shame, "We work hard for the Japanese, what good do we gain?"

"What benefits do you want?" Zhou Lan sat up for a long time, stood up and paced, He Si's question made him raise his eyebrows, he seemed a little surprised, but he didn't intend to answer the other party's question directly, just turned around and said with a smile : "I really don't understand, I don't understand, Qian, look at those battalion commanders who heard that they could work with the Japanese, and they were all very happy. Now the Kanto region is dominated by the Japanese. Let's climb a big tree and get a share of the pie." , How much money can ordinary people scrape off their bodies? How can there be guns and cannons, come quickly."

"That's true," He Si nodded. The superficial logic of this statement was correct, but He Si felt that something was still unreliable. I didn't want to understand.

Anyway, the thousands of people in the regiment are indeed waiting to have a good time with the regiment leader.

When he lowered his head and thought about hesitation, Zhou Lan paced behind him, squinted at him meaningfully, quickly retracted his gaze, and asked casually: "I'll give you a battalion commander, you can do it in the first, second, and third battalions." Behold, choose for yourself."

When He Si heard this, he turned to look at him. Zhou Lan had just talked with him about money, and he was going to be promoted again?

Getting promoted and getting rich is, after all, the highest goal pursued by many men in their lives.He Si knew that with Zhou Lan, he would not be short of these two things, but he came too fast.

"I'm not going," he followed Zhou Lan with his eyes, temporarily putting the question behind him, "I don't have the ability to lead troops. If you give me a battalion, I may not be able to manage it well. If I fail the regiment I'm sorry for the long expectation." He looked at the other side longingly, both modest and sincere.

However, Zhou Lan is not a person who can be persuaded by appearances. The other party's tricks can't impress him at all. He is a master of conversation, especially when dealing with outsiders.

"How many people break their heads and want to get into an official position, but you are better, think for me, and don't even want your own future." Zhou Lan put the account book in his hand on the large writing desk, put a bookmark on it, and then sat down in the grand master's chair.

Seeing that He Si's eyesight immediately came into play, he swiftly cleaned up the other few books on the coffee table, put them together on the writing desk, stood beside Zhou Lan respectfully, bowed his head and said, "I have a little ability to serve people. You will be content when you grow up."

"Oh" Zhou Lan sat quietly, playing with the lamp rope thoughtfully. The lamp had a green shade, a gold-plated pole, and an ebony base, simple and dignified, "How about..." Zhou Lan Hesitantly opened his mouth, his voice was soft, like a whisper, He Si naturally bent down and lowered his head, trying to hear the other party's words clearly.

Zhou Lan leaned back on the back of the chair, and the distance between He Si and He Si got closer. He turned his head slightly, his eyes moved, and the distance from the space to the tone of the speech suddenly became a whisper.

He Si felt that the air of speaking had touched his ears, and that voice was also gentle. Zhou Lan suggested: "How about... give you a lieutenant?"

With a bang, the blood rushed to Tianling Gai, and He Si's heart jumped into his throat. He had looked at the back of his elder brother countless times and thought about it. flashed in front of my eyes.

He swallowed dryly, and was about to give in excitedly. At this moment, he turned his head to look at Zhou Lan.

Thanks for seeing this.

In a very close distance, Zhou Lan smiled at him, gentle and relaxed, with caring eyes and sincere affection from the heart.

There is absolutely no disobedience in this kind of sincere expression, but unfortunately, this time, its recipient is He Si.

He Si is no stranger to this expression—every time Zhou Lan has something on his mind, and when he doesn't understand the other party's intentions, he instantly transforms into a non-threatening person, waving his hands to create a phantom of spring warmth and flowers blooming all over the mountains and plains. .

This is a face in Zhou Lan's many disguises, a painted skin for his self-protection and attack.

"Thank you, Captain..." He Si turned a corner abruptly, and twisted the words that came to his lips into another pattern, "I can barely be competent as a squad leader, but the adjutant has too much responsibility, I don't have that ability , let alone have the guts to live up to your love."

"Is that so?" Zhou Lan turned his head and sighed regretfully. Just now he looked at He Si from head to toe calmly, pulled the lamp rope, and the soft light of the desk lamp poured under the lampshade. His words Still soft, but the kind expression on his face has become indifferent. If He Si hadn't looked at his side face without blinking, he would have doubted whether the person just now was Zhou Lan.

"You don't want it, sir, and I don't know what you want." He has quickly withdrawn the psychedelic scene, and said casually: "If you think about what you want, just tell me directly, I won't treat you badly." of."

"Understood, thank you, Captain!" He Si replied respectfully, and returned to his original position, his face turned pale.

Zhou Lan sent He Si away, and went upstairs to bed alone.

In the dead of night, everything was peaceful, He Si closed the gate, the guards at the gate saluted him silently, and he nodded in return.

Silently walked towards the guard squad, the cold sweat on his forehead was only cloudy at this moment, and his heart jumped back to its original position after sitting down. At first, he was glad that he was not too confused and agreed, but after thinking about it, he was afraid——Yi Zhou Lan If you can see through his intentions, maybe he won't be able to come back today with all his body and tail.

When he came back, he hurried to see Zhou Lan. He didn't eat any food, and the cold sweat was on his back. He didn't feel hungry at all.

Zhou Lan on the other side has already entered the big bedroom.

Very tired, but he couldn't sleep. During this period of time, he often suffered from insomnia all night. He always waited until dawn before he felt drowsy. I have to do it myself, and I am becoming more and more suspicious.

Soaking in the bathtub, he was lying on the edge of the bathtub with his head up. He had been busy during the day and couldn't hide from the night.

At night, I can only cook by myself.

Being embraced by water so warmly reflects the boundless loneliness.

Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. He immediately grabbed the towel and raised his hands to cover his forehead and eyes. He tried his best, but in the end he opened his mouth wide as if he couldn't breathe, and wept silently.

In the second half of the night, like so many nights, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Finally, he simply put on his clothes and sat up, opened half of the curtains, and counted the stars one by one.

I counted an unknown number of them, and my stomach gurgled a few times.

He rang the bell to call the orderly. He wanted to order the kitchen to get something to eat, but then he remembered the two plates of snacks downstairs, so he asked the orderly to bring them to him.

The dim sum is made of puff pastry and filled with jujube paste, which will not affect the taste due to the cold weather.

He sat cross-legged back on the bed and ate silently, remembering that when he was testing He Si, that kid's ears were red.

He didn't know if it was because the atmosphere he gave was too ambiguous, or if the other party really had a ghost in his heart.

Zhou Lan thought silently, this must be wrong, he had an intuition that what the kid wanted was not money, so what exactly did he want?

The security corps is growing.

Since Zhou Lan and Jinxin reached an agreement, now Zhou Lan can enter and leave the Kwantung Army headquarters as if returning to his own home.

In the past few days, the regiment has been uniformly changing uniforms, and the military uniforms of the soldiers have also added the logo of the Japanese army, just like half a Japanese army.

From the top to the grassroots, this army has completely changed its appearance and become a traitor.It used to be half-concealed - at least for the sake of money, Jinxin did not force this armed force, only let them focus on their own "business", and share the money with everyone. Zhou Lan is hiding in the dark. On the surface, their duty is to maintain local law and order, and they have not betrayed the country to their faces.

That's not the case at all now.

This puppet army team has been transformed so successfully that it has become a successful example of the Kwantung Army's Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere. Although it has not achieved outstanding results, it has become the pride of Japan's foreign propaganda of its colonial policy in China—look, we are not aggressors , We are helping, the Chinese like our help very much, we are a family in East Asia.

Zhou Lan was busy with his own plans in the closed Manchukuo, until one day an international newspaper was delivered to his desk.

In Fengtian, there are no international reports, only news reports on the radio, but that is also a loudspeaker for Japanese propaganda. Listening to those East Asian co-prosperity accents every day, he seems to have eaten cold and greasy things in his stomach. I really couldn't bear it, so I simply refused to listen.

The newspaper was in English, and no one in the regiment could understand it. In addition, the newspaper was delivered by the post office. It was a large kraft paper envelope. Presented to Zhou Lan's dining table.

When Zhou Lan opened the newspaper, He Si stood behind him. He could read and write, but only in square characters, and those curvy foreign characters were beyond his grasp.

In the full English page, there was a picture of Zhou Lan, half of his face, shaking hands with the Japanese soldiers sideways.

That was the scene of a short meeting between Zhou Lan and one of Imanobu's officers, Colonel, when Zhou Lan went to receive the weapons some time ago.

From Zhou Lan's back, He Si read that it was not a good thing—Zhou Lan's hands were shaking, and he was restraining himself strongly.

"Leader," He Si said carefully, he had no idea, he had to understand what happened, "What happened?"

Zhou Lan put down the newspaper, slammed his fist on the table, and frowned into a Sichuan shape. He whispered, "I am famous all over the country now, big traitor Zhou Lan."

Lit a cigarette irritably, he said coldly: "Nanjing Nationalist Government has issued a wanted arrest warrant, offering a reward for my head." After finishing speaking, he looked up at He Si: "50."