In the office, the second platoon leader brought a chair to Ma Dali and asked him to sit opposite Zhao Zhiguo.

Zhao Zhiguo kept adjusting his sitting posture, trying to find a comfortable position.

"I'm talking about the second platoon leader, what kind of shabby chair do you have? It's uncomfortable to sit on no matter how you sit on it!"

Zhao Zhiguo stood up and glanced at the chair with disgust.

"Commander, you don't like it, and I don't like it either. This was left by the previous warden. I want to change it, but our prison's funds are only so little."

The second platoon leader also wanted to complain to Zhao Zhiguo.

Many things throughout the prison were in dilapidated condition.

The renovation had stopped during the Jin-Sui Army period, and the little devils were too lazy to take care of it.

When the Eighth Route Army came, Matthew approved some funds for them, but that amount of funds was barely enough to cover the prison expenses.

"Okay, okay, let me stand!" Zhao Zhiguo was a little impatient.

He knows that if you want to change something, there is no economic basis. There is only one word - difficult!

Ma Dali also stood up tremblingly.

"Sit down!" Zhao Zhiguo waved his hand for Ma Dali to sit down, "I think this chair is uncomfortable."

"Thank you!" Ma Dali bowed.

"Do you want to live?" Zhao Zhiguo asked.

"think!"

"Do you want to kill the little devil?" Zhao Zhiguo asked.

"go!"

"I won't ask about your past, nor will I investigate your faults, but... starting from today, you have to obey the orders of the army. Do you understand what I mean?" Zhao Zhiguo said.

"Understood!" Ma Dali replied.

"The answer is clean and tidy, but the action is also clean and tidy?" Zhao Zhiguo asked.

"Give me a month or two and I should be able to recover."

Ma Dali had already been tortured to the point of being inhuman, and after spending such a long time in a dark prison, his body was already tortured.

"Second platoon leader, starting from today, his treatment will be the same as that of our sick and wounded soldiers. In addition, he will have to memorize military regulations and disciplines in this month!" Zhao Zhiguo said.

"Don't worry, Commander, I will definitely take care of this matter."

"In addition, rectification and education should be carried out immediately in the prison, especially for those petty thefts with short sentences, telling them that if they are caught more than three times in total, they will be sentenced to a heavy sentence!"

In troubled times, heavy codes must be used.

We can't let petty theft take up resources, otherwise Zhao Zhiguo and the others will spend a lot of money raising these useless people.

After explaining some things to the second platoon leader, Zhao Zhiguo walked around the prison.

Maybe Lu Zheng and Zhu Hongsi also want to come and take a look. After all, the prison is also a place where they once lived.

The streets outside the prison were as deserted as ever.

Everyone seems to think prison is an ominous place.

"It's still the same street. When the sound of gunfire goes away, it's still as quiet as ever." Zhao Zhiguo raised his head and looked at the sky.

At this time, light rain fell from the sky, which wetted the bluestone bricks and Zhao Zhiguo's hair.

"Commander, it's raining, let's take shelter!"

"This little rain doesn't hurt, just let me go."

Pingcheng is a place full of memories for Zhao Zhiguo, with the blood of Chinese soldiers flowing in every street.

They selflessly dedicated their precious lives to this ancient city!

Pedestrians hurriedly looked for shelter from the rain and ran past Zhao Zhiguo and the others in a hurry.

Beggars are still begging in the rain, because no matter whether God rewards them or not, this is the only way they can make a living.

There were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the main road, as if a rain had stopped Pingcheng.

Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from the corner of the alley.

"Guys, please come on, I haven't eaten for two days."

A beggar, with disheveled hair and dirty clothes, was walking toward Zhao Zhiguo and the others with difficulty, leaning on a cane and dragging an injured leg.

"Don't we have a porridge shed in Pingcheng?" Zhao Zhiguo asked.

Although Pingcheng was taken back from the Japs, most of the beggars were given land and food, enough for them to live and work in peace and contentment.

However, Zhao Zhiguo still ordered that porridge shacks would be opened in the city every other day to prevent some beggars who wandered from other places from having nothing to eat.

"There is a porridge shed. Maybe he just came from out of town today," the guard said.

Since the recovery of Pingcheng, policies regarding Pingcheng have also been actively and effectively publicized.

Some people from surrounding enemy-occupied areas or Kuomintang-controlled areas heard that there was a way for poor people to make a living in the Pingcheng area, and some people came all the way to beg.

"Old man, have you just arrived in Pingcheng today?" Zhao Zhiguo stretched out his hand to help the beggar.

But when he stretched his hand halfway, Zhao Zhiguo seemed to have been electrocuted, and his hand stopped in mid-air.

"Are you... Commander Hu?"

Hu Xiankai, Zhao Zhiguo’s first regimental commander in the Hutong area!

When the Japanese invaded and lost their position, Commander Hu led his team to take the lead, fight back against the Japanese and regain the position!

In that battle, Commander Hu was seriously injured and was sent to the rear to recuperate.

But why did he appear here? Why did he become a beggar? Zhao Zhiguo's head seemed to have suddenly short-circuited.

Hu Xiankai raised his head, pushed the hair away from his face with his dirty hands, looked at Zhao Zhiguo carefully, and then burst into tears.

Everything seems to be arranged by God.

Hu Xian started to eat a bowl of porridge, no matter whether it was very hot or not, he finished the bowl quickly.

"Captain Hu, please eat slowly!"

Zhao Zhiguo did not dare to give Captain Hu anything else to eat. He was afraid that Hu would starve for too long and devour other things, which would lead to sudden death.

After eating several bowls of porridge, Captain Hu began to cry loudly.

When Zhao Zhiguo asked him something, he didn't answer. He just wiped his tears in grievance.

At that time, a regiment commander who led 2,000 soldiers turned into a beggar. What a twist of fate.

"You two go and pawn this hairpin to get some money and buy two decent clothes for Captain Hu."

Zhao Zhiguo glanced at the hairpin he bought for Sun Siying, and he couldn't care less about it anymore.

"Commander, we still have money, and we still have money to buy some clothes." the guard said.

"Okay, I owe you, go and come back quickly."

When Hu Xiankai was working as a battalion commander, Hu Xiankai also took special care of Zhao Zhiguo. At this time, Zhao Zhiguo could not bear to have his old regiment leader become a beggar.

"Captain Hu, how long have you been in Pingcheng?"

Captain Hu stretched out a finger tremblingly.

No wonder I didn’t eat anything during the whole day, it happened to coincide with the time of giving soup.

"Why is it like this?" Zhao Zhiguo asked.

"It's hard to describe in words!"

Captain Hu said excitedly.

In fact, Zhao Zhiguo can also make a rough guess.

After Captain Hu was injured, he had difficulty moving his legs.
Chapter completed!