Chapter 1895 The Glutton Who Doesn’t Want to Eat Rice

In another forest, Zhao Tieying and his officers and soldiers were sitting together eating and drinking.

The food was what they had robbed from a nearby village. Coincidentally, there was a wine shop in that village, and the soldiers brought back a jar of wine.

Zhao Tieying had tasted the wine, and it was quite strong, so in order to encourage these busy men, he asked everyone to drink a sip. There were so many people, and no matter how strong the wine was, it would be less.

"Mingxuan, get some wine and rub the ankle of our wounded man!" Zhao Tieying did not forget to call Zhao Mingxuan, and Zhao Mingxuan responded and came to get the wine.

The wounded man Zhao Tieying was talking about was, of course, one of his soldiers, who sprained his ankle in the battle that day and it was already swollen.

A match was struck with a "sizzle" and gently placed on a broken bowl that was emitting a strong smell of wine.

The wine was really good. As soon as it was touched by the flame, the wine in the bowl emitted a light blue flame.

"Rub it while it's hot!" Zhao Mingxuan ordered.

So the soldier under him who knew how to massage dipped his hand in the still burning wine and pressed it on the wounded's red and swollen ankle, and began to massage his tendons, and the wounded groaned.

"Still screaming? You're taking advantage! The wine that others used to drink is now being used to wash your feet!" Zhao Mingxuan joked.

So the soldiers next to him laughed, and some soldiers exaggeratedly fanned their hands while saying "this smell".

The people around laughed, and he was undoubtedly saying that the wounded's feet were too smelly.

Most of Zhao Tieying's soldiers were from the Northeast.

The Northeast people have similar personalities, rough, cheerful, and outgoing, and as for the style of a unit, it mainly depends on how the chief officer manages it.

If these soldiers become Shang Zhen's subordinates, how can we know that they will not become experts in fighting the Japanese?

At this time, another soldier joked: "Who said there is no delicious food? Come on, I will treat everyone to roasted pig's trotters!"

The soldiers burst into laughter again, and even Zhao Tieying, who was always serious about talking and laughing, had a smile on his lips.

Zhao Tieying and his soldiers were so happy and cheerful, so the rough and bold Northeastern people formed a sharp contrast with Fan Tongzuo who was sitting timidly under a tree at this time.

The Northeastern soldiers gathered in a circle to eat, drink and laugh, while Fan Tongzuo was alone, timid and wretched outside the circle.

He was so unpopular that the officers and soldiers of the Northeastern Army did not even look at him.

But at this time they did not know that this wretched-looking Fan Tongzuo was already considering his own life and death.

Although no one had told him that these Northeastern soldiers were not from Shang Zhen's camp, or were not from the same camp as him, Fan Tongzuo also guessed that he was wrong.

He couldn't understand why these people, who were also from the Northeast, would blame Shang Zhen for the accidental killing of Mo Jianchen.

At first, he had tried hard to think about it, but now he had put it out of his mind, because he knew that he was in a very bad situation and that they would kill him at any time!

They had taken his gun away. Although they didn't tie him up, he would never dare to run, at least not now!

Even the soldiers didn't tell him clearly, they just watched him pat the rifle in their hands, which undoubtedly meant, you little bitch, do you dare to run? If you dare to run, I'll shoot you to death!

The surrounding terrain was so open that Fan Tongzuo knew that no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't run faster than the bullet.

So if he wanted to survive, he had to find a way!

Fan Tongzuo's timid appearance gave him a protective color after all. Even Zhao Tieying could not imagine that under his wretched appearance, he had a lively desire to survive!

Show loyalty to this group of people and say that he wants to join them? This was Fan Tongzuo's initial idea, but he immediately denied it. This was a foolish idea.

What use is he to them? Since they took him away, they wanted the Eighth Route Army and Wu Ziqi to think that he was from Shang Zhen's camp.

He understood why they didn't kill him now and why they didn't kill him quickly. That was because they didn't want to leave any clues for Shang Zhen and others!

Otherwise, once Shang Zhen and others found his body, it would mean that the group of Northeasterners who killed Mo Jianchen didn't want Shang Zhen to know their identities.

So he was no longer useful to them!

What does useful mean? Of course, it can also be understood as utilization value.

Fan Tongzuo had never been to school and didn't know how to read. He didn't even know the word "utilization value", but that didn't stop him from figuring out the truth.

Useful places?

When he thought of this, Fan Tongzuo suddenly felt a flash of inspiration in his mind. He felt that he suddenly thought of a way to keep himself alive temporarily.

Fan Tongzuo raised his head and looked into the circle. The officers and soldiers were still laughing.

Fan Tongzuo thought he had to hurry up!

Others didn't even give a signal, and suddenly cut his neck with a knife. If he didn't even use this way to save his life, he would lose a lot!

At this time, he saw a soldier standing in the circle and walking towards him.

Wouldn't they kill him now? Fan Tongzuo suddenly became nervous.

When he saw that the soldier didn't have a bayonet or dagger on his body, he was slightly relieved.

But even so, he still looked at the soldier walking towards him step by step nervously like a child.

The inspector undoubtedly noticed his nervous expression and kept walking towards him. It was only when he was beside him that he raised his hand and gestured to his neck, then grinned and laughed.

He laughed, but Fan Tongzuo was almost scared to tears.

"Don't, don't kill me." Fan Tongzuo said with a habitual tremor.

"Kill you? How could I kill you?" The soldier laughed, and then he raised his hand that was on his neck and fell to his waist.

Just this move made Fan Tongzuo tremble again!

The waist, where there is a belt, is always associated with hiding some kind of weapon.

Fan Tongzuo just stared straight at it, and even his hand moved, because only he knew that there was a knife hidden in his waist.

It was a knife, not a dagger. He usually used it, and it was no longer than a thumb (the distance between the open index finger and the thumb).

This was his only weapon.

This was the change Wu Ziqi brought to him after he met him. He believed what Wu Ziqi said, because Wu Ziqi taught him the consciousness of resistance and taught him to make a profit before he died!

However, to Fan Tongzuo's surprise, the soldier did put his hands on his waist and took out his weapon, but the weapon was a weapon that every man had, of course, except for eunuchs.

It turned out that this guy came here to urinate!

Fuck! Who don't you have? Who are you trying to scare with that ** thing? Fan Tongzuo, who was alarmed, realized that the guy also saw his nervousness and was just playing a prank!

"Who will kill you? We will treat you to food later!" The soldier said while urinating.

Of course, he said this in response to Fan Tongzuo's very unpromising "Don't kill me".

"What do you want me to eat?" Fan Tongzuo asked fearfully.

"I'll treat you to rice!" the soldier laughed.

After a while, he finished peeing, tied his belt, turned around and went back to the circle.

But at this time, Fan Tongzuo, who had been sitting under the tree, suddenly jumped up and shouted, "I don't want to eat rice! I have important information to tell you!"

Fan Tongzuo was so excited that his face flushed!

He knew that he had to implement his idea now.

Otherwise, the Northeast Army in front of him would treat him to rice at any time, but the rice was a peanut!