"Good wine, good flower carvings!" Han Baihang sighed after hearing this.
"Mr. Han is indeed an expert!" He Fenglin just sighed when he heard Han Baihang sigh. He Fenglin asked strangely: "Why did Mr. Han lament like this?"
"Although the flower sculptures are good, they are a bit more desolate. Even though they are warm in the furnace, they are still a bit cold." Han Baihang said in a pretentious manner.
"How do you say this and taste the desolation?" He Fenglin asked next.
"When a child is born, a jar of wine is buried, waiting for the son to win the first prize. This wine will be the first prize red. If the daughter gets married, the wine will be the daughter's red. But if the child dies before reaching adulthood, the wine will be the Huadiao red.
." Han Baihang is a good storyteller, and he speaks with great emotion. He Fenglin, Liu Xiaoya and even staff officer Liu Sheng all listened attentively.
"If it's a Huadiao that's one or two years old, that's fine. It's a pity, but it won't break the liver and intestines. But what if it's a Huadiao that's ten or eight years old? If parents watch their little-grown children suddenly die, what's the point?
What kind of pain..." Han Baihang poured another glass of wine, drank it all in one gulp, and continued: "So this wine is a piece of ignorant soul, two lines of sad tears, but how can one swallow it."
When the words came to a head, Han Baihang picked up the wine glass and threw it on the ground, pretending to be a memorial.
I saw that the concrete floor was covered with white foam, and a puff of green smoke was rising.
He Fenglin's face darkened. He originally thought that a glass of poisonous wine would end this rookie rookie's life, but who would have thought that this bastard would actually use the opportunity of telling a story to expose his plan. The so-called poor plan shows up, and if you don't want to break up, it's also a fight.
Disgraced.
"Mr. Han, have you ever heard of the Hongmen Society?" He Fenglin's face darkened, and he lowered his head and fiddled with his empty wine glass.
Han Baihang just smiled and said: "I see that Brigadier He has been playing with that wine glass. Could it be that there are five hundred swordsmen under the two sides, just waiting to break the glass?"
He Fenglin smiled coldly, raised his hand, and slammed the wine glass to the ground. Except for Liu Sheng, who took a few steps forward, there was no one else in the room.
"It seems that there are no swordsmen! I don't like to use knives or guns the most, and the flesh and blood will be bloody." He Fenglin said with a smile: "But I think Mr. Han should have a drink. It's cold on the road to Huangquan, so it's good to warm up.
.In this way, you and I will both be dignified."
As He Fenglin spoke, he looked at Liu Sheng, who pointed a gun at Han Baihang. Liu Xiaoya wanted to protect Han Baihang, but Han Baihang held her shoulder down.
The scene seemed to have frozen. He Fenglin, Liu Sheng and Liu Xiaoya were all focused on Han Baihang, but Han Baihang smiled faintly at the little girl.
The wind seemed to have picked up outside the window, causing the old wooden window frames to creak. Han Baihang glanced at it and said with a smile, "We are missing someone."
He Fenglin didn't react and said, "Who are you missing?"
"The Overlord has Xiang Zhuang, where is my Uncle Xiang?" Han Baihang just said with a smile at first, then suddenly shouted: "Where is Uncle Xiang?"
Only a clang was heard, followed by the sound of broken glass. He Fenglin and others turned their eyes to the window, and saw two black figures crashing in. Liu Sheng raised his gun and fired. The two black figures rolled on the spot, and bullets were flying beside them.
A string of sparks arose on the ground. The two men had a clear division of labor. One pounced on He Fenglin, while the other raised his gun and shot at Liu Sheng.
With a snap, Liu Sheng looked down at his blood-stained chest in disbelief, and fell straight down. He Fenglin had a shell pistol pressed against his temple.
The guards outside the house all rushed in after hearing the sound of gunfire, and all the dense muzzles were aimed at Han Baihang.
Han Baihang turned a blind eye and just leaned forward, met He Fenglin's eyes, and asked: "Ask the overlord again, who is Dao Zu and who is fish and meat now?"
He Fenglin's voice was low and hoarse, and he said: "Everyone here belongs to me, inside and outside. You can't escape."
Han Baihang stood up and walked around to He Fenglin, pulled up a chair and sat down. He whispered something into He Fenglin's ear. He Fenglin's expression changed instantly when a gun was pressed against his head by a stone, and his expression changed several times.
He hesitated, as if he was thinking about an extremely difficult decision.
Gao Hongyi stood on the pier, looking at his watch every few seconds. He was really anxious.
"Captain Gao, will the division commander be okay?"
Gao Hongyi glanced at him with murderous intent, and his faces turned pale with fright. He was a figure crawling out of a pile of dead people. The kind of murderous aura cultivated in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood could make people shudder.
The situation was exposed. On the way here, Han Baihang and Gao Hongyi had imagined that according to Han Baihang's plan, if they were caught by ordinary patrols or military police, it would just be a matter of spending some money, but they never expected it.
He was actually He Fenglin's staff officer. This was the most unaccommodable situation. There was no other way to think of except forceful robbery.
Now we can only hope that He Fenglin doesn't know the power of the special tactics invented by Han Baihang.
"Here he comes, it's Mr. Han!" Er Zhuang shouted at the top of his lungs.
Gao Hongyi looked up and saw Han Baihang, dressed as a laborer, holding the hand of the little girl Liu Xiaoya and walking leisurely over, "Hey, isn't this Captain Gao? I'm glad to meet you."
Han Baihang was in a good mood and had time to joke with Gao Hongyi. Behind him were Shitou and Huzi, supporting He Fenglin on the left and right, who was dressed as an apartment man. Behind them were countless soldiers, all holding rifles.
The muzzles of the black hole were all aimed at the heads of Han Baihang and the other three.
When Han Baihang walked past Gao Hongyi, he said: "Quanjude Roast Duck, if you forget, I will deduct it from your salary!" He patted Gao Hongyi on the shoulder, turned around and got on the boat. The foreman had already stopped seeing this formation.
You are stupid, how dare you stop me.
Gao Hongyi waved his hand, and the two stones led He Fenglin quickly for a few steps and came to Gao Hongyi's side. Gao Hongyi said with a smile: "Please ask Brigadier He to accompany us on a tour of Nanjing!"
He Fenglin said angrily: "Your teacher told me to let me go as soon as we get on the boat!"
"That's what the teacher promised you, not me, Gao. Take it away!" Gao Hongyi gave the order, and Shitou pushed He Fenglin forward.
"Han, you still don't mean what you say!" He Fenglin got really angry and shouted angrily.
In a short while, Han Baihang had already boarded the deck. He shouted: "I, Han, have spoken, and it will naturally count. Let him go!"
Although Gao Hongyi was reluctant, military orders were military orders. With a wave of his hand and a stone, Huzi let go of He Fenglin. He Fenglin snorted, turned around and walked back. After taking a few steps, he turned around and looked at him thoughtfully.
Looking at Han Baihang on the deck, Han Baihang also smiled.
He Fenglin then turned around and walked towards his men.
"Brigadier Commander, they are still within shooting range." The leader was a company commander. He aimed his gun at Han Baihang's head. He Fenglin suppressed his hand and said, "Forget it, draft an apology letter for me.
Send it to Lu Shuai."
He Fenglin crossed the crowd and left alone with his hands behind his back.
