Chapter 55: Cut-headed wine

This step was extremely fierce, and Chen Zikun felt the blood in his chest surging, and a mouthful of blood immediately spurted out. He knew that at least three of his ribs were broken.

The sun in the sky was white, making people dizzy. The golden general's eavesaw on the shoulders of the bald old man's military uniform shone with light. Looking from below, he had a wide face with a ferocious and fierce face, and he was Lu Rongting!

Thinking that his aunt died tragically in the hands of this man, Chen Zikun suddenly burst out from the crack of his bones, grabbed Lu Rongting's calf and twisted it hard. Lu Rongting didn't expect that he could actually be resurrected and was almost overturned by this force, but Jiang was still old. Chen Zikun's dying struggle did not succeed, but instead angered him.

Lu Rongting almost staggered. The adjutant and the guards were shocked and shouted: "Master!" At the same time, more than a dozen bayonets pressed against Chen Zikun's body, and with just one order, he could stab him into a hornet's nest.

The general was furious and snatched the French Leber rifle from the guards' hands. He pushed the bullet and loaded it with a thunderous sound, and was about to hold the fire at Chen Zikun's forehead.

Chen Zikun glared at him without fear. The only thing he thought of at this moment was that he was slap in his slutty. He didn't expect that dying today was nothing, but death was not good.

At this moment, the soldiers from the guard camp of the Grand Marshal's Mansion surged out like a tide, blocking the roads and doors, and all vehicles and pedestrians were ordered to stop on the spot, and those who violated the order would be killed without mercy.

Lu Rongting stared at Chen Zikun for a few seconds, suddenly the corners of his mouth twitched, threw the gun to the guard, and said thunderously: "Preat it back, I will interrogate it myself."

After saying that, he turned around and entered the General's Mansion. Chen Zikun was tied up by a group of guards. When he was struck up, he caught a glimpse of Lu Rongting limping on his way.

There were several corpses of guards lying on the street. Although the power of the thunder in the palm of his palm was limited, Chen Zikun's gunshots were accurate and the bullet hit the middle of his eyebrows. These unlucky guys were killed on the spot and blood was flowing all over the ground. The soldiers from the Marshal's Mansion brought a basin of water to wash away the blood on the street. The owners and the guests of the teahouse shops on the street were taken away for interrogation.

Chen Zikun was taken to the commander's house. The guards tied him to a chair and were full of old fists. Although Guangxi people were thin, their fists were very hard. These people had practiced Wing Chun and used Chen Zikun as a target, which made him bleeding, his eyes swollen, and his teeth loose.

"Bah, just that little bit of effort, come again!" Chen Zikun roared with bloody saliva.

The guards were furious and were about to take ruthless actions. The adjutant came to convey the commander's order and brought the prisoners to court.

The guards raised Chen Zikun and carried him to the commander-in-chief's White Tiger Hall, and threw him on the ground with a thud. Chen Zikun opened his blood-stuffed eyes and looked at it. Everything in front of him was dyed red.

The stars in the hall were shining, and a group of Guangxi generals surrounded Lu Rongting, like hundreds of beasts surrounded by the tiger king.

"Say, who sent you to assassinate me?" Lu Rongting picked up the teacup and sipped it lightly. His tone was not high, but he was extremely majestic.

Chen Zikun sneered: "I want to kill you myself, why do you need someone else to send me?"

The adjutant presented two pistols and a ballistic dug out from the car door: "Report to the Grandmaster, this is the gun bullet used by the murderer."

Lu Rongting took a look and asked the adjutant to submit it to other generals for viewing. A general said, "I have seen this pocket pistol, and it was given to Sun Yat-sen by Chen Jiongming."

Lu Rongting nodded: "Young boy, how much does Sun Yat-sen give you?"

Chen Zikun said: "I said that I want to kill you, it has nothing to do with others."

"Master, kill him!" The captain of the guard in the hall shouted with a support gun. Today, his subordinates suffered heavy casualties, so how could he swallow his breath?

The guards and horsemen also shouted together: "Master, kill him!"

Lu Rongting turned cold and raised his hand.

The lower part was silent immediately.

"Since I'm not being instructed by someone, I have no grudges and grudges with you, why should I come to assassinate?" Lu Rongting asked.

Chen Zikun gritted his teeth and said, "How come there is no resentment? You sent someone to assassinate my aunt. I am just a polite relationship."

Lu Rongting frowned: "Who is your aunt?"

At this point, Chen Zikun had nothing to hide, and immediately said, "My aunt is the Zhejiang heroine Yin Weijun. She was assassinated by you in Shantou half a month ago. Have you forgotten that you killed too many people?"

Lu Rongting sneered and said, "Since the rise of the army, I have killed no one in charge. I have killed no less than a hundred French soldiers alone, and I have never forgotten any life. However, I am open and honest and open to kill, so how can I say assassination?"

Chen Zikun said tit-for-tat, "You dare to say that Cheng Biguang, the navy's army was not dead at your hands?"

Lu Rongting suddenly burst into laughter, tears of laughter came out.

Chen Zikun was a little surprised and didn't know where his smile came from.

Suddenly, Lu Rongting stopped laughing and a frost appeared on his face.

"This is what Sun Wen told you? You are too young. Cheng Biguang and Sun Wen have a conflict. It was Sun Wen who started assassinating Cheng, not me, Lu Rongting!"

Chen Zikun said: "Why should I believe you?"

Lu Rongting said: "Whether you believe it or not, it's the truth. Sun Wen not only assassinated Cheng Biguang, but Tao Chengzhang also died at his hands. Even the Kuomintang member Song Jiaoren was also instructed by Sun Wen to assassinate. Sun Dapao is really the most hypocrite in the world. When he talks casually, a group of ignorant young men will kill and set fire to him. Humph, if you succeed today, I, Lao Lu, will go with them."

Chen Zikun was struck by lightning, and Lu Rongting was a rough old military leader, but what he said was even more credible. He was not a big character, so he could not deceive himself with sweet words. Could it be that Tao Chengzhang did not die at the hands of a traitor who was revived, but at the hands of a revolutionary comrade?

Mr. Sun Wen's warm smile and glorious image gradually became blurred in his heart.

People are afraid of losing their beliefs. Chen Zikun has been in contact with the revolution for a short time and has received only a handful of education and influence. When Lu Rongting said this, his eyes became dazed.

A general next to him said, "Master, this kid dares to offend the power of the tiger. It is better to drag it to the street and behead it to publicly show it to the public."

A bunch of golden shoulder stamps agreed, but Lu Rongting ignored them and asked, "Young boy, I will not kill the nameless person under the sword. I will report your name to write to your tombstone."

"Just write about the liberation meeting. Chen Zikun's birthday is unknown and he died today." Chen Zikun was very free and easy.

Lu Rongting's eyes lit up and he said to the general behind him: "Old Chen, this kid is of the same seniority as you, are you a relative?"

He called Lao Chen the governor of Guangdong Chen Bingkun, and immediately smiled and said, "I don't have this relative, young man, where are you from?"

Chen Zikun said: "I am an orphan, I have no fixed place to live, and I have no hometown."

"That's it." Chen Bingkun nodded. He was Lu Rongting's confidant. How could he not know the old boss's thoughts? If an ordinary assassin had ordered the killing of Yu Shi long ago, he would have spent so much time interrogating him. It seems that the general was keen on talent.

Thinking of this, he coughed dryly, "Master, I am humble to believe that Guangdong is a democratic place, so how can I kill people at will without being tried by the court? Even assassins should be transferred to court for trial."

Lu Rongting looked around and said, "I think it's OK, what do you think?"

The generals said, "The Grand Marshal is wise."

Chen Zikun was put down and was put into prison. Lu Rongting in the hall rubbed his calves and smiled bitterly: "This old bone is useless. I almost saw the King of Hell today."

Chen Bingkun said: "The general has auspicious stars shining brightly, and the gods and Buddhas are blessed, so it will be fine."

Lu Rongting picked up a deformed mushroom-shaped bullet and said, "This kid really wants to kill me. He knocked the bullet tip open, but he still lacks experience. If he doesn't do a blow, he might be able to kill me. With this processing, the penetration power of the bullet has greatly reduced and he can't even penetrate the car door."

Chen Bingkun said: "Since Sun Dapao wants to kill the general and be quick, we might as well punish this person to be a warning to others, and also let Sun Dapao wake up, whose territory is Guangdong."

Lu Rongting said contemptuously: "The scholar rebelled for three years but failed. Sun Dapao was just talking and doing assassination. Let him stay in Shanghai and write books and biography. As for this young man, hum, it's a bit interesting."

Chen Bingkun said: "Mr. Marshal has become a complacent person. I heard that the revolutionary party is a stubborn and ungrateful wolf."

Lu Rongting said: "I'm not undesirable to kill. If I asked him why he stabbed me, he would tell some great principles and I would kill him immediately. But he said that he was avenging his relatives, which means that he was not poisoned and had a loyalty and righteousness. In addition, his skill is great. If he uses it for himself, it should be a material that can be made."

Chen Bingkun said: "Congratulations to the Grand Marshal, conquering a tiger general."

Lu Rongting waved his hand: "It's still early, keep it closed first, so that he can be sober."

Chen Zikun was taken to a house. Several guards pressed him to the ground and kicked him hard with big leather shoes. He curled up and didn't move. His eyebrows were cracked, his ribs were broken, his face was bleeding, and his eyes were swollen and he couldn't see clearly. At first, he could curse a few words, but later he couldn't even make a sound.

The adjutant who had been smoking outside walked in and said, "Okay, if you fight again, you will be beaten to death. It's not easy to get a job with the general."

The guards stopped in disappointment, took a basin of water and poured it on Chen Zikun's head, then dragged him out and threw him into the prison cell of the General Mansion.

When Chen Zikun woke up from his coma, three days had passed. He opened his eyes and found that there were clean bandages wrapped around his body, the blood on his face was washed away, and the wound was covered with adhesive cream. He struggled and found that he was wearing handcuffs and shackles. The long iron chain was extremely heavy. The iron shackles were riveted to death and could not be smashed even if they were smashed, let alone escape. This was really the treatment of a death row prisoner.

Looking around, the cell was small, with straw mattresses and tiles, and a pot of wine and two dishes on the table.

"Is this the legendary dead-headed wine?" Chen Zikun said.

"This is your prison meal." A cold voice came from the darkness.
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