The strongest soldier

The warden hurried away with his people, and the prisoners in the prison were suppressed. Everyone stood silently at the door, looking at the prison where Luo Zheng was, blessing and praying. The troubles that had been made were quiet. What would be the final result? , no one knew, no one thought about it, and an invisible pressure enveloped the entire prison.

A few hours passed. No one spoke, not even gasping for breath. They looked steadily in the direction of Luo Zheng, as if that was their hope of living, the hope of living. With solemn faces and sad eyes, everyone had a chance to survive. All efforts are the right of human beings, even prisoners.

The old man who delivered the meals did not change people. He continued to push the cart and delivered the meals to the door of each cell. The meals did change. No one added a piece of meat steak, and it was this piece of meat steak that made everyone realize the importance of Luo Zheng. Sex, without Luo Zheng risking his life to fight, everyone would be nothing, not even as good as a dog. The dog would be taken out for a walk or a ride by its owner, but everyone could only stand at the door.

The humiliation of being helpless was deeply imprinted in everyone's mind. No one moved, and continued to stand quietly, looking intently at the prison where Luo Zheng was. No one touched the food that was delivered, as if the food did not exist. Normally, the old man pushing the cart glanced at Luo Zheng, who was still lying unconscious on the ground. A trace of gratitude flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything. He left the food and left with the cart.

The old man delivering food didn't reach a cell, but the prisoner inside only asked, "How is the brother in Warehouse No. 13?" Seeing the old man delivering the food shaking his head, everyone continued to remain silent. Instead of embarrassing the old man, everyone continued to stand at the door, as if they didn't know they were tired, silently blessing. At this moment, Luo Zheng became everyone's spiritual sustenance for survival.

A few hours later, the old man who delivered the food came over and saw that no one was touching the food on the ground. He put it away and put the new food away. When he came to Luo Zheng's prison, he saw that Luo Zheng was sitting quietly on the bed with his legs crossed. He couldn't help but feel happy and exchanged the food. After arriving at a prison, he said softly without asking, "He's not dead."

A simple word seemed to inject wireless vitality into everyone. Everyone was refreshed, as if they saw their own hope. Everyone was imprisoned here, not asking for survival, but just asking for normal human rights treatment. The requirements are really not high. Some people have fought against these simple demands before, but they all died. This time, everyone saw hope, saw the power of unity, and was full of confidence.

A few hours later, the old man delivering food came over again. Seeing that everyone still hadn't eaten, he simply came to Luo Zheng's cell first. Seeing that Luo Zheng was washing his face and wiping his body, and the food was not moved, he couldn't help but be happy and shouted immediately :"Are you OK?"

"Huh?" Luo Zheng didn't know what was happening outside. He adjusted his breath for a while through the traditional breathing method. He felt that his inner energy and blood had stabilized and his breathing became much smoother. Due to the good protection in advance, he was not fatally injured. The problem was not big. He looked at the old man in surprise and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Everyone couldn't see you and thought something had happened to you, so they went on a hunger strike to protest." The old man whispered quickly and skillfully replaced the food.

"Huh?" Luo Zheng was surprised. He didn't expect such a thing to happen. He thought for a moment and couldn't help but smile. If he could get everyone's support, things would be easier to handle in the future. He couldn't help but come to the door of the prison and look outside.

When the other prisoners outside saw Luo Zheng's appearance, they couldn't help but be overjoyed. They burst into cheers, knocked on the iron door, and shouted excitedly, as if their wishes had come true. "Hoo ho ho!" The uniform slogans were once again heard in the prison. When the sound rang out, people upstairs and downstairs didn’t know what was going on, but it didn’t stop them from shouting along.

In the monitoring room on the rooftop, the warden looked at this scene with a cold expression on his face. He didn't expect Luo Zheng's prestige to be so high. What made the warden even more depressed was that Song Yan couldn't be contacted either. As for Luo Zheng, The warden couldn't make up his mind whether to kill him or keep him alive, so he could only wait for the opportunity.

Luo Zheng looked at this scene in surprise. His military spirit was ready. He picked up the rice bowl on the ground and started eating. Others also picked up their rice bowls and started eating. The old man delivering the food excitedly pushed the cart away and kept talking to everyone in the prison. He said it was okay, it was okay, but when he arrived at Warehouse No. 9, he was stopped by a man with white hair inside, asking: "Is it really okay? Are you injured?"

"You can't tell." The old man who delivered the food quickly said softly, and changed the food for the other party.

"It's okay, good job." In the prison, a middle-aged man in his fifties with white hair said softly. He was so excited that he grabbed the rice and wolfed it down, as if it contained the power to escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

After Luo Zheng had eaten and drank enough, he sat down on the bed and continued to sit cross-legged in meditation. While practicing the breathing method passed down from his family to heal his injuries, he thought about it. There must be various reasons why the warden did not kill him, but no matter what, he survived. The plan Half the battle is successful. The next step is how to escape. With the help of all the prisoners, I believe it is very possible to escape.

Unknowingly, Luo Zheng fell into a deep sleep. The events that happened in succession consumed Luo Zheng too much energy. When he woke up, he found food placed at the door. There was no sun or moon in the prison. He didn't know what time it was, whether it was day or night. Luo Zheng felt that his mental state was much better after a good sleep, so he picked up the food and started eating.

After eating and drinking, the radio in the prison suddenly sounded. It was time to relax. Luo Zheng heard the iron door of his prison click. This was the sound of unlocking. He couldn't help but be overjoyed. He was about to see his own people, and his heart surged. There was a feeling of tension. Not long after, the iron door was completely opened. All the prisoners came out, tentatively walked to one side, and talked with other people. There was no shooting like before. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly thought of Luo Zheng, the welfare striver. Come, they all turned to look at Warehouse No. 13.

After a while, everyone saw Luo Zheng coming out. Although his face was very haggard, his body was still so upright. They all breathed a sigh of relief and applauded with smiles in their eyes, expressing their respect. Luo Zheng also clapped back and saluted. No. 9 walked towards Warehouse No. 9, nodding to the prisoners along the way. Everyone showed respect and politely moved out of the way.

Soon, Luo Zheng came to the No. 9 warehouse and saw a middle-aged man about fifty years old standing in the No. 9 warehouse. His face was haggard, his eyes were sunken, he looked malnourished, and one of his legs was a little weird. , with white hair, was looking at himself carefully. Luo Zheng thought of what the old man who delivered the food had said, and estimated that the leg was paralyzed. He looked over with eager eyes and said softly: "The sharp blade of the country, fight for the country. , To serve the people, I will fight to the death and never live on my knees." He used Chinese Mandarin, surrounded by foreign devils. He was not worried about being understood, and even if he understood, he might not understand the meaning contained in it.

The middle-aged man was shocked, and a line of tiger tears rolled down his face.