Years of armed fighting have caused unrest

"Screech!!!" There was a sharp brake sound, and the truck suddenly stopped in front of the roadblock made of stones, only ten centimeters away from hitting it.

The brakes were applied too suddenly and Shen Roujiao was nearly thrown out, with her head narrowly missing the windshield. Fortunately, at the critical moment, the company commander reacted quickly and caught her in his arms, thus avoiding secondary injuries.

In the back compartment, there was the sound of "bang bang bang" which was the sound of several people bumping into each other, and "Ouch!" the loud voice of the man with a braided braid pierced the night sky.

"Senior sister, you are stepping on me." Gu Changgeng yelled.

"Sorry, I hope I hit your arm!" The soldier in the back seat probably pressed on Junior Gu and apologized quickly.

The soldier driving the car in the cab turned off the engine, pulled the handbrake, and yelled, "Who the hell is putting up a roadblock here without permission? Are you trying to kill me? No, you're trying to kill our company commander." But when he turned around, he saw the company commander hugging the girl tightly, and the person in his arms called out, "Master."

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The soldier was stunned, his eyes narrowed into flashlights in the dark night, staring at the company commander's large, bony hands.

"What are you looking at! Turn around." The company commander gently laid Shen Roujiao down, letting her lie more comfortably on the chair. He then used the back of his hand to feel the temperature of her forehead, and it was still hot.

The soldier silently looked away, trying to pretend that he saw nothing, but he couldn't help his curiosity and used his peripheral vision to see the company commander taking off his coat and gently covering the girl with it.

Good man, that's shocking.

Is this still our company commander? Is this still Zhang Qingjun? Is he going to break his vow of abstaining from women?

Zhang Qingjun is much more charming than his brother Zhang Qingjie. He is a man of steel, a warrior who will fight to the death if he is not convinced. He is arrogant but powerful.

It makes people hate it so much, but also makes people love it so much.

The regiment commander's daughter was so stunned at the sight of him that she could not walk. She brought all kinds of delicious food to Zhang Qingjun on the pretext of visiting relatives in the army many times. The regiment commander hinted at it at first, and later made it clear that he would take the initiative to help him solve his personal problems. However, Zhang Qingjun remained unmoved and repeatedly expressed that he had no interest in women.

For this reason, the head of the group's daughter wrote a letter of breaking off relations, in which she scolded him severely: You have a blockage in your head and will be a bachelor for the rest of your life.

"Get out of the car!" The company commander opened the door, jumped out, and gently closed the door. The soldiers followed suit, not daring to close it hard, and stepped lightly.

Several people in the carriage behind heard the sound and jumped out of the car and stood behind the company commander.

"Who did it? Get out!" Zhang Qingjun kicked away the "No Road Allowed" notice on the pile of rocks, suppressed his anger, and shouted in a calm voice.

Immediately, several figures emerged from the black grass nearby. They were all tall and strong men, holding shovels and hoes in their hands. They had ferocious expressions and the words "troublemakers" were clearly printed on their faces.

"Damn it..." The leader in front, who was holding a shovel high, rushed over cursing loudly. After seeing Zhang Qingjun's face clearly, he swallowed the dirty words that were about to fly out of his mouth, glanced at the soldiers standing behind him with a sly look, and silently put down the shovel in his hand.

Zhang Qingjun stepped over the signboard, and the wooden boards creaked under his feet, which sounded particularly eerie in the dark night.

He walked up to the unruly people with a cold face, scanning their faces one by one, like the Black King who was seeking revenge, and no one dared to look him in the eye.

"You!" Zhang Qingjun walked up to the leader, grabbed him by the back of the neck, dragged him to the front of the car lights, and asked in a stern voice: "Haven't you hit him enough?"

"They were the first to attack this time. We must fight back." The leader stretched his neck out, unable to lift his head, and could only speak to the ground.

As soon as he finished speaking, several unruly people in the back raised their weapons and shouted in agreement, "Yes, we must fight back."

"Get out of here! There's a patient on the bus. Whoever delays her medical treatment, believe it or not, I will kill him." Zhang Qingjun let go of the man he was choking, raised his foot and kicked him on the butt, kicking him directly into the arms of the unruly follower.

The leader was straightened by his followers. He waved his hands at the unruly people behind him in panic, "Move. Move now! Come on, move it out of the way for the military officer." Several rough men threw away the wooden sticks in their hands, moved the big stone blocking the middle of the road, and bowed to Zhang Qingjun, "Mr. Military Officer, please pass, please pass."

Zhang Qingjun pointed at the faces of the troublemakers one by one, which meant: Don't let me meet you guys again, or you will suffer the consequences.

"No more fighting, absolutely not." Everyone responded very quickly, for fear of angering the unreasonable military god in front of them: this man is extremely good at fighting, they have seen him fight more than 20 people alone, and beat them all to a pulp.

"Get in the car!" Zhang Qingjun gave an order and everyone turned around.

The moment the car door was opened, Shen Roujiao, wrapped in her military uniform, sat up dazedly. When she saw Zhang Qingjun, she was stunned for a few seconds, and then tears fell, "Brother Zhang, the master pushed me. He pushed me so hard that it hurt." She was angry and aggrieved, and her tears fell on the green fabric, some deep and some shallow, making people feel so distressed that they almost melted.

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When she was delirious with fever, she saw Zhou Huaiyue. He was very fierce and kept chasing her away. But Shen Roujiao had nowhere to go, so she kept turning around in circles.

Zhou Huaiyue was furious and yelled at her angrily, "Go back, Shen Roujiao. Go back right now!" He pushed her hard. It was more like a slap than a push. He gathered all his strength and slapped her heavily.

It hurt so much that Shen Roujiao woke up.

The place where I was hit was aching, but I could bear the pain physically. I couldn't bear the anger of being scolded and beaten by him in my dream. I felt so wronged that I could only complain to Zhang Qingjun.

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Master? Is that person important to her?

Zhang Qingjun also wanted to know who the master was who made her scream and cry.

Unaware of the reason, he could only comfort him lightly, "When we see him again, I'll help you teach him a lesson." Zhang Qingjun climbed into the car and said to the soldier who was watching the excitement, "What are you standing there for? Drive."

The truck started, and the group of unruly people waved at them in a friendly manner. The drama of the close relationship between the military and the people was performed very well. At least Shen Roujiao, who had just woken up, was quite confused.

She pointed at the people holding a hoe and a shovel outside the car window and asked foolishly, "Are they here to help us?"

"Gang? It's good enough that they don't attack us!" The soldier answered first. He had just prepared for a fight. The gang had fierce eyes and would definitely be ruthless if they started fighting.

"Why?" Shen Roujiao asked the soldier driving the car, and the soldier pointed at Zhang Qingjun to her.

"Brother Zhang, why?" Those guys don't look like bad people!

Poor and remote places are home to unruly people.

Because of the special existence of clans, in China's agricultural society, the more remote the place is, the more primitive its side will be.

Speaking of which, the great fight between the Chen and Yang families in Cangqiu County has been going on for more than ten years. As for the cause, it is quite funny to talk about it.

It was in this village named Chen that a pig came one day. The whole village was so happy. How could they miss such a blessing from heaven? They killed the pig and ate its meat immediately. Two days later, people from Yang’s village came to look for the pig, but they only found pig bones that had been gnawed by dogs in Chen’s village.

He could not tolerate seeing his own pigs being eaten by others, so he returned to the village and called over a large group of people named Yang, and the first armed fight broke out between the two sides.

That year was 1968.

After that, the two major clans of Chen and Yang would fight from time to time. There was no competition for interests, nor any deep hatred, just trivial matters. Today you beat me, tomorrow I beat you, almost without interruption.

The civil fight between the Chen and Yang families caused headaches for the local government. Arresting people, fining them, and verbal education were all ineffective. You can imagine how hot-tempered the local villagers were.

Chen Qingjun had a fight with them more than two months ago. He went to the town to do some work and happened to see both sides punching, kicking, and swinging sticks. He was decisive and did not have time to figure out right or wrong. He beat down both sides completely.

At that time, they all made the same promise as they do today: no more fighting, absolutely no more fighting.

But a month later, a 50-year-old man from the Chen family was hit on the back of the head by a brick and died on the spot. A member of the Yang family was arrested and sentenced to 15 years in prison.

Even so, the two sides did not stop fighting and they continued to fight.

"It's a pity not to let them fight!" After hearing this, Shen Roujiao couldn't help but sigh that talented people were not put to good use.

"Girl, have you recovered from your sleep?" The soldier driving the car noticed that she had just woken up and was very energetic when listening to the story.

"My shoulder still hurts." And the push from Zhou Huaiyue also hurts.

"Just bear with it, we'll be there soon." Chen Qingjun wanted to touch her forehead again, but his raised hand changed direction halfway and pointed to the road ahead.

"Girl, if our company commander hadn't hugged you just now..." The soldier's evil intentions were obvious, he deliberately wanted to see Zhang Qingjun make a fool of himself.

"Shut up!" Looking at Zhang Qingjun in front of him, the two words he said made the soldier want to laugh but dare not, so he could only force himself to reply: "Yes!"

One of them shut up, and the other one perked up, "What are you hugging?" Shen Roujiao really felt much better. Sleep really worked.

"Stand up for the weak." Zhang Qingjun said calmly with a blank expression, perfectly following the topic, "They gave way because they couldn't beat me."

"Brother Zhang, you're awesome!" Shen Roujiao loves to praise people, and she is very good at giving emotional feedback in a timely manner, which everyone likes.

Hearing the compliments, Zhang Qingjun kept a straight face without any emotion, but his heart was filled with warmth, and the driver beside him laughed.

Laugh at him, so pretentious!

Village health center.

Mahua Braid accompanied Shen Roujiao in the clinic. The wound on her shoulder needed to be re-bandaged.

Zhang Qingjun and Gu Changgeng stood in the middle of the yard. He glanced at Gu Changgeng and asked in a cold voice, "What's your name?"

"Gu Changgeng."

"Since your surname is Gu, how can she be your sister?" In other words, I have never heard Zhang Qingjie mention that the young boss has a younger brother, I only know that she has several brothers who love her.

"She is my senior. Do you know each other?" When Gu Changgeng saw Shen Roujiao getting off the car, she was wrapped in the coat he had taken off. He felt that the two of them did not seem like strangers.

"Yes, I delivered a bicycle." The 'deliver' here means to transport. He delivered the bicycle that his dear brother sold for 20 yuan to his door.

But to Gu Changgeng, it was not as simple as delivering goods, but a gift, and the gift was a bicycle.

"Why did you send..." After hesitating for a long time, he still wanted to ask, but was interrupted by Zhang Qingjun who was also hesitant.

"Who is her master?"