Blood-quenched mountains and rivers

When Beiping first entered autumn, the vast Northeast land was already extremely cold. Zhang Haipeng was wrapped in a military uniform and huddled on the hot kang. After tightening his clothes, Zhang Haipeng took a sip from the wine glass on the kang table and sighed loudly. : "It's so fucking cold today!"

Before Zhang Haipeng finished speaking, his wife, Mrs. Zhang, had already arrived at the door. Mrs. Zhang, who was wearing a jacket, sneered and said, "It's no wonder you don't freeze to death if you're still wearing such a skin! Wearing such a body of skin can make a fortune?"

Mrs. Zhang's words are extremely harsh to any man's ears, but Zhang Haipeng dare not say anything. Zhang Haipeng has only one problem in his life, that is, strict control over his wife. In his words, if there is not a tigress in the family , I am not in an official position but cannot take concubines.Please use to visit this site.

Hearing Madam's words, Zhang Haipeng's lips twitched for a moment, but he still didn't say anything. He flinched and moved to the side, pretending to be deaf and dumb: "It is indeed getting colder every day, I think Beiping City must not be so cold."

"Damn!" Mrs. Zhang scolded dissatisfiedly: "What you said is nonsense, if you are a bit promising, I will follow you to suffer in this icy and snowy place?" [

Hearing this, Zhang Haipeng couldn't help but muttered in a low voice and retorted: "Didn't I send my son away?"

Mrs. Zhang sat down while rubbing her eyes, pulled Zhang Haipeng's sleeve and said mysteriously: "I have been having nightmares these past two days, and my eyelids twitched violently. My son hasn't sent a letter to my family these days. You sent someone Go and find out if something happened?"

Seeing that Zhang Haipeng was about to speak but stopped hesitating, before Zhang Haipeng could think of a way to get away with it, his wife, Mrs. Zhang, said in a sharp voice: "I tell you, don't think of ways to perfuse my wife, my son is not alone. son!"

While the two were talking, there was a sudden noise outside the door. Zhang Haipeng looked out and saw several guards staggering and crawling into the courtyard. The bandage on his arm, he gritted his teeth cruelly and tore open the wound that was about to heal again, the blood flowed down very scary, Zhu Sanzhuang rushed into the door with a look of embarrassment, knelt on the ground without saying a word and slammed his head several times , crying in a half-truth and half-fake voice: "Commander! The little protector is not good, so I apologize with death!"

After all, Zhu Sanzhuang pulled out a gun and put it on his head in a decent manner. Zhang Haipeng was taken aback by this posture, but his wife, Mrs. Zhang, said calmly and loudly: "Stop! You have finished talking about the big things Die again!"

Only then did Zhu Sanzhuang put down his gun, and recounted Zhang Youyong's accident in detail, including a lot of exaggerated Yang Wei's strength and his own desperation to save the savior. It seemed that he was afraid that Zhang Haipeng and his wife would not believe him, so he opened his wound and said: "The little one stepped forward to block the captain's gun, but in the end he was a step too late. The little one is damned, very secretary!"

Mrs. Zhang's eyes widened, and she rushed in front of Zhu Sanzhuang, grabbed Zhu Sanzhuang's collar, and said in a trembling voice, "What are you talking about? My son...has something happened?"

Zhu Sanzhuang pretended to wipe away his tears, turned his head away and nodded slowly, Mrs. Zhang took a step back with her mouth wide open, and fell to the ground staggeringly, kicking her legs and crying loudly, sitting on the kang The wine glass in Zhang Haipeng's hand had fallen off, and all the freshly warmed white wine was spilled on his pants, but Zhang Haipeng didn't respond at all, and stared at Zhu Sanzhuang dumbfounded.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m tired from crying or because I don’t think it’s lively enough. The crying lady Zhang suddenly jumped up from the ground with agility, grabbed Zhang Haipeng’s collar and raised her hand to slap her, cursing: “It’s still at this time you still What are you doing in a daze? Didn't you brag about your supernatural powers all your life! You are trying to find a way to avenge your son!"

Zhang Haipeng responded again and again: "That's right! This revenge must be avenged! Zhu Sanzhuang, take people back to Beiping and kill them all!"

Hearing this, Zhu Sanzhuang hurriedly shook his head and said, "Commander, the opponent is powerful and vicious. I'm afraid that no matter how many people we bring there, we will be killed. What's more, Beiping City is not a place where we can lead troops into the city with a big swagger!"

Zhang Haipeng, who had lost his mind for a long time, frowned and nodded after thinking about it: "Yes, but what should I do?"

A group of people fell into contemplation, and couldn't think of a solution after thinking for a long time. Zhang Haipeng was naturally heartbroken. After all, it was his own son who died, but even his own son was already dead after all. If the official position is also compensated, the loss outweighs the gain, not to mention that without the knowledge of his wife Zhang, he has an illegitimate child outside. For Zhang Haipeng who is not desperate, the matter of Zhang Youyong is not so important. At least not as important as protecting yourself.

Just when Zhang Haipeng hesitated and tried to persuade him, Mrs. Zhang suddenly had a flash of inspiration, slapped Zhang Haipeng's thigh fiercely, gritted her teeth and said in a low voice: "I thought of a way! It's not about that man. How powerful is Mighty? But no matter how powerful he is, he is not the most powerful person after all, there will always be someone over his head!"

Zhang's cloud covered the fog and said a lot, but Zhang Haipeng didn't understand what she meant, and couldn't help frowning and asked in a low voice: "What exactly does Madam mean? Why didn't I understand?"

"Stupid!" Mrs. Zhang glanced at Zhang Haipeng contemptuously and said, "Since you have been an official for half your life, why are you not as good as me as a woman in matters in the officialdom? Although you have no skills, you are still a veteran in the Northeast. It’s gone, what’s wrong with asking your superior to take the lead for you?”

Zhang Haipeng patted his head repeatedly and said: "Madam's words are reasonable, I'll think about who to go to."

In Zhang Haipeng's mind, he quickly made a list of candidates, but Mrs. Zhang said disapprovingly: "Don't think about it wildly, if you want to find this kind of thing, find someone."

Everyone's gazes focused on Mrs. Zhang's face, and she calmly said in a soft voice: "This person is naturally the Young Marshal Zhang Xueliang!"

Before Mrs. Zhang could finish speaking, Zhang Haipeng quickly covered her mouth, and said in a nervous low voice, "You silly bitch, you can call the young marshal's name directly?"

According to Mrs. Zhang's words, finding Zhang Xueliang to avenge his grievances is theoretically the most feasible way, but Zhang Xueliang is classified as a young marshal, so how can he take care of such bad things in his family?Although Zhang Haipeng didn't respond verbally, he had already crossed this strategy in his heart.

Seeing Zhang Haipeng's hesitation, Mrs. Zhang jumped down from the kang while cursing loudly, hurriedly packed up the money and valuables, glanced at Zhang Haipeng contemptuously and said: "You are useless." , your son died for no apparent reason, and you can’t think of an idea, I will go to Shenyang to avenge my son’s justice!”

On the same day, Mrs. Zhang embarked on the journey to Shenyang, and Zhang Haipeng, who stayed at home, couldn't help sweating for her. --