When we arrived at the western-style building, there was only the last trace of afterglow left in the sky, and the orange sunshine spread across the sky like a ripe pomegranate.
The low hills in the distance are like wisps of delicate blue smoke, floating towards the sky.
As soon as Han Baihang opened the door, he saw five or six women crowding in the hall, looking at Han Baihang in fear. He looked at several women, one of whom was dressed gorgeously, with thick white powder on his face, and his lips were as red as blood.
, looks to be only in his twenties, about the same age as Han Baihang, with a slim figure. He wears a light blue cheongsam with a delicate peony flower on it, which complements his petite face.
"I didn't expect you to be quite lucky." Han Baihang said to Pan Yuxuan with a half-smile. Pan Yuxiu bowed his waist, laughed twice and did not answer.
"Don't worry, everyone. I'm just staying with Director Pan for a while. I will never hurt anyone." Han Baihang pushed Pan Yuxun into the crowd, found a sofa and sat down, and said with a little tiredness in his tone.
: "Go and close the door for me, and get me some food and medicine!"
After Han Baihang finished speaking, no one moved. Pan Yuxi kicked a servant next to him and said angrily: "Why are you still standing there, move!"
After a while, the five servants dispersed in a hurry. Those who closed the door went to close the door, those who got the food got the food, and those who took the medicine got the medicine.
It has to be said that people work very efficiently under heavy pressure. In just ten minutes, several plates of steaming food were placed in front of Han Baihang, and all the wounds on his body were bandaged again.
Han Baihang sat on the sofa, putting food into his mouth, and said to Pan Yuxi and his wife who were huddled in the corner: "Director Pan, don't stand all the time, sit down."
Pan Yuxun waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No, no, I'm fine standing. There's no need to sit."
"Are you not giving me face?" Han Baihang suddenly slammed the chopsticks in his hand on the table. Pan Yuxiu was so frightened that his feet went weak and he almost fell to the ground. He cried and said: "I have hemorrhoids.
If I really can’t sit down, just let me stand.”
Han Baihang was amused by Pan Yuxun's appearance. He stood up and walked to Pan Yuxun's side. He held Pan Yuxun's arm and pulled him to the table to sit down.
"Director Pan." Han Baihang patted Pan Yuxun on the shoulder and said earnestly: "We are strangers, you want me to take the blame for you, and I also kidnapped you, so we don't owe each other anything, right?
"
Pan Yuxun's body kept trembling, and he nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, we don't owe each other, we don't owe each other."
"Very well, I have something else that I would like you to help me with. I wonder if you are willing to do it?"
Seeing the smile on the corner of Han Baihang's mouth, Pan Yuxun shuddered, cold sweat broke out from his back, his eyes turned again and again, and his eyes suddenly fell on his lovely wife.
"Brother, if you want it, just take it." Pan Yuxun said hurriedly: "I have absolutely no complaints, as long as you don't kill me."
Han Baihang was stunned for a few seconds, turned his head and glanced at the woman who was already crying. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, feeling angry and funny at the same time.
"That's not what I'm talking about!" Han Baihang suddenly patted Pan Yuxun on the shoulder and said solemnly: "Which unit of the Sixth Division is this garrison in Wuxi City?"
Pan Yuxun rolled his eyes, wondering what Han Baihang was thinking, and blurted out: "It's the 11th Infantry Brigade, and the brigade commander is Zhang Zhonghe."
Han Baihang thought deeply: "Is there any way you can contact him?"
Pan Yuxun said with a look of embarrassment: "Brother, aren't you making things difficult for me? To put it nicely, I am a police chief, but in fact I am just a gangster leader. How can those warlords take me seriously?"
Han Baihang sighed, it seemed that it was impossible to expect Pan Yuxun to contact the troops. Even if he did, Zhang Zhonghe would not listen to him as a small company commander.
But now Lu Lanchun and the others are trapped in the enemy's hands, and the situation is unclear, especially since Lu Lanchun was seriously injured. How can we keep Han Baihang from being anxious.
But it was useless to be anxious. Even if he went alone without people, he would not be able to make any difference. The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. Han Baihang felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart. He looked out the window at the increasingly dark night and murmured softly: "
Zhao San! When will you come?"
The crescent moon slowly climbed up into the sky, and its cold brilliance sprinkled a piece of mercury on the earth, flowing slowly among the leaves, and shattered when the wind blew.
Zhao San led his troops to a school ground under Tian Zuyin's arrangement. It was an arrangement, but it was nothing more than keeping them under surveillance.
"You haven't slept yet?" Li Si walked to Zhao San and whispered: "Have you thought of a way out of the city?"
Zhao San looked at the waning moon in the sky, glanced around at the patrolling soldiers, and sighed: "I used to think I was omnipotent, but now I realize that I was still too naive!"
Feeling Zhao San's low mood, Li Si patted his shoulder and comforted him: "You are just too tired. You are his descendant, there is nothing you can't do."
"The great wisdom of our ancestors is beyond the reach of a mortal like me." Zhao San shook his head mockingly and said with a bitter smile: "You don't have to comfort me. I know how much I can do."
"Han Baihang is the person we both recognize. He must have a way to save his life. He is waiting for us to save him!" Li Si turned his eyes to the crescent moon and whispered.
Zhao San sighed: "That's why I'm so anxious. If we can't get out of Jiangyin City, it will be delayed for another day or two. I'm really worried that something unexpected will happen."
Li Si turned around and was about to say something when there was a sound of footsteps behind him. A gray-faced soldier ran up behind the two of them, stood at attention and said, "Report! Something has been discovered."
Zhao San felt happy and asked hurriedly: "Have you found the gap?"
The soldier nodded and said, "I was in the southwest corner of the school grounds. A wall collapsed, but it was heavily guarded."
"You don't want to rush out from there, do you?" Li Si said with a surprised look: "We are only one platoon, isn't it too risky?"
Zhao San kept pushing his glasses that had slipped down, and said with a hint of anxiety in his tone: "You have to try it if you take risks, time waits for no one!"
Seeing Zhao San's persistence, Li Si did not try to persuade him anymore. He just moved his joints, did warm-up exercises, took a deep breath, and calmed his restless heart.
For some reason, Li Si couldn't suppress the strong murderous intention in his heart recently.
