My dad's lieutenant seems to be a time traveler

ten,

The bandits suddenly tied me up, and I wasn't dead, so of course they shouted for help.

I don't know if it was because there were too many people shouting here at the same time, and the gunshots were too loud. My throat was broken from screaming, and I was in pain, but no one rushed to rescue me immediately.

One guy picked me up and left, and the other guy didn't know what he was doing.I just felt that I was being held hostage and ran away, and corn stalks were whipped on my face along the way, and the pain was so painful.No matter what I call, this man just runs forward desperately.

The salad rings in my ears, and it sounds like I have been sneaking into the depths of the corn field.Far, far away, I seem to be able to vaguely hear the Seventh Battalion Commander shouting for me.

I breathed a sigh of relief and planned to shout louder so that the commander of the Seventh Battalion could find me.As I was inhaling, I heard a person with a local accent say to the other: This fat pig has been kicking, and I can't pull it anymore. Can you tell him not to kick or bark?

Hearing this, I felt that things were not good, and I struggled desperately.Sure enough, before the breath was relieved, there was a pain in the back of my head, and I didn't know anything.

When I woke up again, my first reaction was, did I wake up as a human being, or did I wake up from my soul?

Because there seems to be a cloud of fog in my head, my scalp feels like needles hurt when I think about everything, so I am not very sure about the answer to this question.

I thought I had been chopped up by the bandits, and as soon as I got up together, there was a cloud of green smoke, going straight to that...that...that...

Fengshentai or something.

So I groaned and folded myself up, and then it seemed that there was still a knife stuck in the back of my head, and the pain made me lie down again with a groan.

There was the sound of splashing water next to me, and a vaguely familiar voice called me: Young commander!handsome!

Because of the headache, I couldn't tell who it was. I lay down and couldn't turn over. The pain caused tears to flow down my face, and my nose was so stuffed up.I called mom twice, remembering that I had no mother for a long time, and this was useless; I called dad twice, thinking that my dad might be unreliable.

Originally, I was just crying in pain, but at this moment, the more I thought about it, the more distressed I became, so I cried aloud, raised my hands that I wasn't sure were still there, and scratched in the air.

I was ill and rushed to the doctor, crying and begging God: Brother Sheng, Brother Sheng!are you there?help me……

The sound of rushing water beside me stopped suddenly, and after a few seconds of silence, a wet towel soaked in cold water fell on my face, which instantly sedated me soberly.Only then did I realize that what I was stretching straight up like a white-haired zombie was my own arm and my own hand.I'm probably not dead yet, because my arms and hands hurt too, and the backs of both hands are full of tiny sores that are unique to small wounds.

——What’s the matter with not dying? !

I groaned again, folded up and sat up.The wet towel fell off, I opened my eyes and saw Shen Weiren standing next to me.

Shen Weiren was wearing a black silk short jacket and shorts. The material was silky and silky, and the wrinkles were as soft and moist as water. Even under the kerosene lamp, there was a sense of preciousness.

But I saw him with an old felt hat on his head, just like the local helpers who drive carts and deliver goods, it doesn't match his silk clothes at all, so he looks weird .

I sat up and sat firmly. Although my head hurts sharply, I can barely bear it.I saw Shen Weiren's strange appearance, and my horror never diminished. At this moment, I couldn't think of finding out where I was, so I reached out and grabbed his sleeve: You are not dead!

Shen Weiren showed the kind of aggrieved appearance I was familiar with, and murmured: I am not dead, is the young commander very disappointed?

I was still in astonishment, and my voice was so loud that it could be said to be roaring: No!I don't want you to die!I came here just for you!

Shen Weiren's body shook: Didn't you lead the army to suppress the bandits?

I shouted: No!

He sighed, pulled his sleeves from my fingers, slapped his palms twice, and said: Brothers, take it.

Suddenly there was a series of sounds of locking the gun.I have heard this voice a lot since I was a child, and it can be said that I can hear it wrong in my sleep.With the dim light of a kerosene lamp on a nearby pillar, I realized that there were seven or eight figures hidden in the darkness just a few steps away from me.

There were many figures, and each of them had a gun in their hands.All these guns were fired just now, and they were pointed at me, waiting for Shen Weiren's order to beat me into a sieve at any time.

I yelled, terrified, and looked down. It turned out that the place where I was lying just now was not even a bed, but two big Eight Immortals tables, pushed together, with a mat on top.

Reaching out to touch the still hurting head, I touched the foreign gauze used for bandaging, but it was just wet with water, and it felt damp.I breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that Shen Weiren didn't have to kill me, otherwise he wouldn't bandage and treat my wounds.

Shen Weiren saw my two hands groping around my head, so he quickly pulled them off and said, "There is a hole, don't touch it!"

I was ignorant, and I couldn't figure out whether he hated me and wanted to kill me, or he was thinking about old feelings and trying to save me.But when I think about it carefully, we don’t have any old friendship to talk about. Basically, I sent him around, forcing him to copy scriptures, find things, and deliver supper for me.

The more I think about it, the more worried I become. I have a sentence that I have wanted to ask since I was sure that I would not be sieved. At this time, I really couldn't bear the worry, so I finally opened my mouth to ask.

I put down my hands and asked Shen Weiren: Since I am here, what about Brother Sheng and the others?

Shen Weiren was stunned, with an instant look of resentment on his face: "Which Zhang Wensheng is the young commander asking?"He is a dog, so naturally he has a long life!

Hearing his tone was wrong, I hurriedly tugged at his sleeve again: You know who fired the black gun, right?You also know he's not dead yet?

Shen Weiren sneered and said: Not only did he not die, but when they dragged you back, my two brothers also carried him back together.

I said: ah?

Shen Weiren didn't argue with me, he immediately reached out his hand and took out a glittering object from his pocket. When he let go of his hand, the object fell down, hanging on a thin chain, and twirled in mid-air for a few times.

It was the gold pocket watch I gave Zhang Wensheng, but it couldn’t be opened: a blunt bullet passed through its center, completely pierced the case and body, and nailed it together.

It can no longer catch up with the rushing time.