My team leader My team Chapter 48 I closed the door and stared at those guys, they also stared back at me, we all understood.

  The world seems to have suddenly changed color, and we now seem to be standing in front of a minefield, whereas before - we thought we had already been blown up.

  We remained silent for a long time. When I spoke, it was soft and slow, as if afraid of uttering a single wrong word.

  "It's being reviewed. Not rejected."

  Hao Shouyi asked: "Who said that?"?

  The snake's butt said bluntly: "A translate."

  What's up with our translation?

  "...... As Vice-Commander Tang said, 'It's settled then, military law will be enforced', those were his exact words."

  "Isn't it that you'll be killed after the trial is over? I've seen people being tried, and as soon as they finish reading out the charges, they're executed on the spot."

  So we stared at the mourning star, and the mourning star felt like it should find a hole to drill into.

  "...we have been a civilized country since the Xinhai Revolution." A Yi said.

  The Mourning Star apparently didn't understand, "......what?"?

  I explained to him: "That is to say we are no longer barbaric, civilized, it means the sound of a gun being cocked."

  Although I've learned to mimic the sound of gunfire, including the sound of pulling the trigger and firing a bullet, Lóng Mén Xīng still doesn't understand. A Yunnan native even spoke with a northern accent, it's really "near ink is black", "...what?"?

  "What's all this? A hook for a mouth and a bunch of pig-brained flowers. Are you guys useful at all?"

  So we stared at him, today's Mysterious Dragon has been silent is golden, which makes us have some expectations for him. And the Mysterious Dragon stood outside our circle, also trying to make a tough appearance as much as possible.

  "This is simple. Once we're in court, if anyone dares to say a bad word, I'll beat him to death. I mean beat him to death on the spot." To add emphasis, he punched the wall with his fist.

  The Mourning Star clicked its tongue and commented, "It's so brutal, all the joints are locked up."

  "What's good then, Miroku?" I asked him.

  The dragon completely followed its own logic and concluded, "Whatever... it's the kind of thing that should be erected on the street with a monument, where civil officials dismount and military officials get off their sedan chairs. Shining brightly for all eternity, that kind of thing."

  We won't look at him anymore, we stare at each other with wide eyes.

  "...... Beyond comprehension."

  Hao Shouyi also muttered: "......What's going on?"

  I asked Mi Long: "How did he end up like this? Didn't you want to get rid of him?"

  The dragon ignored my sarcasm, "Anyway, we'll settle this in court later!" — Anyway, he patted the half brick in his hand.

  "Ah, correct me: it's a court. We are witnesses... if we only say good things, then no one will believe us when we say anything."

  Then the dragon hit the wall with another punch. Then A Yi stopped talking.

  The Mourning Star quietly reminded the confused dragon, "It's getting out of control. It's bleeding."

  "It's the law court."

  No one picked up where he left off, and we fell silent. The blood on Mie Long's hand flowed quietly onto the floor, and we stood or sat silently, staring at the walls or ceiling.

  A Yi repeatedly emphasizes the court, he yearns for justice. The dragon wants to beat people, now he feels that he owes people. And I desperately think about what's good to die, and finally find out that what can be brought on stage seems to require him to sacrifice himself.

  We were stunned and remained stunned until we reached the courtroom and the trial began.

  Zhang Lixian and two soldiers brought in our breakfast, a bucket of steamed buns, salted vegetables and so on. From some minor details, it can be seen that Yu Shi is not a unit with many bad habits. After Zhang Lixian put down the bucket, he grabbed a few steamed buns from the bucket and threw them to He Shuguang when he went out, and they also started eating breakfast - everyone was eating the same thing.

  We ate in silence, no one sighing with relief at having food again.

  We were led into this strange place by He Shuguang, it was temporarily set up, the person who arranged the decorations obviously attached great importance to Western learning, there were similar plaintiff seats, defendant seats and witness seats——although they were made of Chinese furniture that had been moved back and forth by soldiers before, but the person in charge of arranging things was probably a roughneck, two rows of soldierly yamen runners stood on either side of the path we entered, holding their rifles like water pipes stuck to the ground——it seemed that like many people among us, they also only knew the concept of trial from plays.

  We walked past our colleagues from the yamen with a sense of trepidation. Yu Xiaoqing and Tang Ji were already there, as well as a man wearing a lieutenant general's insignia but with an expression of utter indifference - naturally, he was a high-ranking military officer. Zhang Lixian sat in a side position, acting as a secretary, while the three chairs in the main position were temporarily empty, as the three men rested on several chairs against the wall before starting work. Tang Ji, who disliked awkward silences, was whispering to the military officer and had a relaxed expression, clearly discussing something unrelated. Yu Xiaoqing, however, didn't take a seat anywhere, standing there staring at the wall, giving us the intuition that he didn't want to see us.

  Of course, we are not that important. When Yu Xiaoqing turned around and whispered something to the other two, his gaze also passed directly over us. Apart from those temporarily filling in, everyone else in this room is basically us. It seems we're going to serve as both witnesses and audience members. There's a seat, but it's not enough for even half of us, so some of us sit while others stand.

  Yu Xiaoqing probably interrupted the private conversation of the two, they finally sat up straight, and then we saw a scene of Chinese silent drama. Tang Ji made a gesture to the military officer to please take his seat, the military officer made a gesture to Tang Ji to please take his seat, it seemed that who was in charge of this trial had not been decided yet. We stood there holding our breath, watching Tang Ji and the military officer twisting each other towards the position of the presiding judge like wrestlers.

  Yu Xiaoqing sat down in the main seat with a plop, which also solved the hanging case of the two. The two looked at Yu Xiaoqing and smiled at each other, and now there was only the question of left and right. Left and right were immediately arranged properly.

  Yu Xiaoqing looked around at the two people on either side of him with a questioning expression.

  It seems like another round of humble politicking is about to begin. Tang Ji stretched out his hand towards the high-ranking military officer, "Brother Chen, please."

  The military officer said: "Tang brother, please take a seat. Yu teacher, please sit down."

  Tang Ji insisted, "Please, Brother Chen. Brother Chen is the superior."

  "High-ranking military officials pushed and yielded. 'What is this going up and down about? What dare you occupy?' Yu Shi's seat was requested, Tang brother was invited."

  Tang Ji insisted, "Yu Shi has already taken the lead once. This time it's still Brother Chen."

  I almost feel a little sympathy for Yu Xiaoqing, his head shaking left and right like a rattle drum, it seems he really wants to take the initiative to open the court himself, but after being persuaded by Tang Ji, he can only continue to be a rattle drum, finally unable to bear it, he slapped Chen Dairen with a palm, as if wanting to beat someone up, "Director Chen please!"

  Obviously, Director Chen and Judge Yu were not on good terms. He was taken aback for a moment, then laughed dryly, "Alright, guests follow the host's convenience. Then let's get started." After clearing his throat three to five times, he said, "The court is in session!"

  The soldiers who were guarding the law then stood at attention, "Tiger - Power" shouted, and also slammed the gun butt on the ground twice, "Rise - Hall!"

  Then two of us, Bole and Longmen Xing, thudded to the ground with a loud noise, stared at by the people on the trial bench, and were kicked and pinched by us, and the two slowly got up.

  Yu Xiaoqing finally withdrew his murderous gaze, which was really unbearable to be stared at by him. Director Chen also stopped glaring at us and looked at Tang Ji instead. Tang Ji, on the other hand, seemed carefree, laughing loudly, "Rustic and unsophisticated, stingy with education. Everyone can have a good laugh."

  Director Chen's laughter sounds like dry and crackling reading of a script, "Haha......"

  Yu Xiaoqing shouted in a very unhumorous tone: "Bring the prisoner!" He had no choice but to feel embarrassed.

  Ah Yi corrected in a low voice: "This is wrong. He was not convicted, but accused."

  We didn't have a chance to evaluate, because the door we came in through was open - this makeshift courtroom had only one entrance. The dead were brought in, with Yu Zhi and Li Bing escorting them, he glanced at us, then began to examine this place that seemed like both a public hall and a courtroom. Tang Ji and Director Chen were staring at him, while the clerk Zhang Lixian was pretending to be busy writing, but his interest seemed to be on some beam in the old house, so Yu Xiaoqing also glared at that beam, unwilling to lose any advantage.

  Somebody behind me started muttering "Captain, Captain" again. I kicked back with my foot without even looking and the muttering turned into stifled sobs. The dragon took a step forward, was stared at by He Shuguang who was sweeping the floor, and was pinched by Hao Shouyi on his most sensitive spot to bring him back.

  It was quiet. Tang Ji waved his hand, and Yu Zhi walked over to loosen the tight handcuffs. Xia Lai let out a soft sigh, looking at and rubbing her bruised wrist. Yu Xiaoqing didn't want to look in that direction, so she stared at her desk instead.

  We were so tense that we coughed lightly, and the silence was really deadly. Even Krupp's swallowing saliva sounded scary. We turned our heads to glare at him, and Krupp stopped, but some fool's heartbeat was really too loud, so I glared at A-Yi and whispered: "Stop jumping, fool."

  A hesitated and looked at me with a dull expression, then pointed to my heart with her snake-like tail.

  It was then that I discovered the sound came from my own body. Yu Xiaoqing finally found something for his hands to do, he opened and closed the gun holster on his waist, causing the metal buckle on top to make a clicking sound.

  Yu Shi Zuo's hand pressed down on my chest, stifling my heartbeat. Thank goodness.

  But going down, we all thought he would suddenly pull out his Colt and shoot his interrogator on the spot.

  Yu Xiaoqing's gun holster was still clattering, Tang Ji asked coldly in the midst of this sound, and Zhang Lixian's pen brushed across the paper.

  "Name."

  "Dragon Article."

  "Age."

  He died, hesitated for a moment, and moved uncomfortably in his seat. "A person born in the thirty-fourth year of Guangxu."

  Tang Ji was also hesitant about the way this old man counted, "Guangxu thirty-four years?" He reacted quickly and waved his hand at Zhang Lixian who was in a daze, "Thirty-four years old."

  "Ah, wu shen, earth monkey. That year Guangxu died, easy to remember."

  "That year, Cixi also died." Yu Xiaoqing's words always sounded ominous to us. "Now it's the 31st year of the Republic, what are you talking about with Guangxu years, wanting to go back to the Qing dynasty?"

  Dead dead denial: "No. This is how I remember things, what happened, where I've been."

  Yu Xiaoqing said: "When the country is in trouble, as a soldier, one must be even more dedicated and focused. Those who are indulgent in comfort and afraid of death are soldiers who should die."

  "Die, die, say: 'If I can't remember what happened, then it's better to be a confused ghost.'"

  Yu Xiaoqing said: "Now he's dead, do you understand?"

  He shook his head almost without hesitation.

  "So you really want to be a muddle-headed ghost." Yu Xiaoqing said briefly.

  We were startled, and Tong Ji coughed lightly, as if Yu Zhuang had already decided to sentence the person to death as soon as he reported his name. Yu Xiaoqing stopped asking questions and turned to play with his gun holster instead, allowing Tong Ji to continue.

  "Native place."

  He died and died, bluntly replied: "I don't know." He nodded apologetically to the questioner, "Ashamed, I really don't know."

  Tang Ji actually has a cultivation of "seeing strange things as normal", "ancestral home".

  "My family has been very nomadic. Before I was born, they had moved dozens of places."

  "Birthplace."

  "Dead, dead, replied: 'I was born at the border of Rehe and Chahar, in a desolate mountain wilderness. No one knows whether it's Rehe or Chahar.' He added seriously, although the addition sounded like nonsense, 'It was a temple, but there were no monks in the temple. Guangxu and Cixi are dead, and all the monks and nuns have been taken away to recite scriptures.'"

  Zhang Lixian looked at his superior in a fluster, the gun holster on his superior's hand clicking louder and louder, filling him with impatience and murderous intent. This kind of response was clearly not something that could be recorded in an official document.

  "Where did you grow up?"

  "I was one year old in Hebei, two years old in Henan, and four years old when I arrived in Shanxi. I remember the nitre lake in Yuncheng, a vast expanse of white, and also the former residence of Guan Yu.

  At six years old, I went to Suiyuan. The way he counted on his fingers with a look of innocence was truly very innocent-looking, but this innocence looked like provocation in this place.

  Following my family, we traveled to Outer Mongolia, Gansu, Xinjiang... During the Zhili Warlord War, I was in Kangding, then later moved east, passing through Sichuan, Shaanxi, Hubei, Anhui, and Jiangsu. The scenery was like a painting...

  But during the Central Plains War, even Jiangsu was not peaceful, so we turned south, to Zhejiang, Jiangxi, Hunan... The yellow crane flew away, never to return..."

  We were stunned, we wanted to laugh, but feared Yu Xi would pull out a gun and fire.

  Yu Xiaoqing didn't take out his gun, but instead said: "Today your life or death is not up to me. Keep on talking."

  "So I have to say it clearly. I've never been able to think clearly about all the places I've been."

  Yu Xiaoqing asked: "What's the point of running around all those places? Are you bumping into walls?"

  "Looking for something to eat, Master."

  Yu Xiaoqing picked up a very thin file bag, which should be all the information about Si La Si La. He seemed to want to throw it on Si La Si La's head. "Your military career. A mere quartermaster lieutenant in charge of shoe pads and socks dared to usurp the position of battalion commander in the autumn of war. At the time of the battle, someone pushed three and blocked four, telling lies one after another. I hate dishonest people the most, and you also saw his outcome."

  "Deadly, deadly said: 'I see, Master. We haven't met before, I don't know your preferences. I'm not one to grow up speaking the truth, but today everything I say is true, because today will decide life and death.'"

  Yu Xiaoqing looked at him, "Are you begging for your life?"

  Die, die, admit it, "is begging for life. To die in the course of one's duty is to die a proper death. To be fettered and die is not a proper death." These were the words of the great Confucian scholar Mencius. I just realized what I have to do, Master.

  Yu Xiaoqing asked: "What are you doing? Stealing and cheating? Taking advantage of loopholes?"

  "That's how it is. I just wanted to do, but didn't even have the chance." Dead and dead, looking a bit dazed, "I don't know what to do, I've never been able to stand firm on my heels, always in a state of emptiness."

  "You should be dead." Yu Xiaoqing said, leaning back in his chair, not even playing with the gun holster anymore. Tang Ji looked at him inquiringly before deciding to ask the next question.

  "What year did you start your military career?"

  "In the 25th year of the Republic. That year, the Chairman promoted the New Life Movement and broadcast to the people the way to save themselves and the country."

  Tang Ji absent-mindedly replied: "Uh-huh, uh-huh. Yes."

  "Where is your hometown?" Zhang Li Xian asked him in a low voice.

  "Hebei province. My hometown is Hebei." Tang Ji said.

  Then Zhang Lixian glared at the corpse, which made it impossible for him to do his job, and quickly took notes. Yu Xiaoqing stared at the corpse without blinking, like a leopard waiting for its prey.

  I shifted my weight on my aching feet, this tedious waiting seemed to be going on forever. There were seats but no one had sat down since we'd arrived from the dead of night. We stood there, hardly daring to breathe, yet looking more like bored spectators at a street fight.

  Tang Ji continued his routine of three chapters and nine articles with eighteen clauses, "Are you married?"

  Shaking head, "Nope, it's already a hassle taking care of myself."

  "But am I a party member?"

  "Die, die! He made a sour face, 'Our party has no interest in a sock-darning military supply.'"

  Yu Xiaoqing suddenly straightened his body, which was leaning against the back of the chair. This guy seemed to be in a difficult situation every time he asked questions.

  "Where did you learn how to fight?"

  "What?!"

  Yu Xiaoqing said: "You have many bad habits, don't let me add another one - where did you learn to fight like this?"

  Dead dead silent, "...will I fight?"?

  Yu Xiaoqin glared at him, "Putting on airs - damn it."

  "Many people have died."

  Yu Xiaoqing said: "The life of a soldier is tied to the fate of the country. You and I will soon be in this situation - where did you learn to fight?"

  "Dead dead replied: 'I see many dead people.'"

  Yu Xiaoqing said: "I also saw a lot, endless. Those who died with me, I'm just alive - where did you learn to fight?"

  The answer is still irrelevant, "Those who died are our people."

  Yu Xiaoqing stood up, we all know he's a violent guy - iceberg-like violence, so he didn't say a word, he drew his gun quickly, quick to the point where you can believe he had killed someone at seventeen, then he fired a shot between the two legs of the dead body.

  The old furniture creaked and fell to the ground with a loud noise, which was Director Chen jumping up and knocking it over. Tang Ji supported himself on the table, standing upright, he was fine, just hadn't knocked over the chair. The interrogators were all standing now. Dielai stood in his original spot, staring at a bullet hole between his feet.

  "Director Chen reminded Yu Xiao Wei, 'This... this... is a court. A military court. Be careful. Be careful.'"

  "Put it down," Tang Ji said, then gave a signal, meaning to let Yu Zhì take away Yu Xiaoqin's gun.

  Yu Xiaoqing said sternly: "This is a court of law and also a military matter. Do not interfere with my military affairs."

  Then those few guys who were about to make a move were stared back by Yu Xiaoqing with just one glance. In fact, Yu Xiaoqing didn't lose control at all; he was simply staring intensely, demanding an answer. He didn't even need to raise his gun and point it at his target. With the way he handled his gun, before exhausting the bullets in that Colt, no one dared to think about fighting back.

  "Fortunately, it didn't harden. The bouncing bullets would have hurt innocent people."

  "With this kind of victory, there are no more innocent people among China's soldiers." Yu Xiaoqing said without a doubt.

  Dead dead shook his head.

  Yu Xiaoqing stuck on the same issue and didn't let go, "Where did you learn to fight?"

  "In the 25th year of the Republic, I joined the army. In the 26th year, we started fighting. Now it's the 31st year, and many, many people have died. Many, many...I've been watching, my heart is in pain, always in pain." Still no direct answer after all these deaths.

  Yu Xiaoqing raised his gun again, this time directly at the dying man's head.

  Yu Xiaoqing looked at the dead head from the aiming star, he couldn't have missed. Zhang Lixian, who was sitting next to him, looked at his superior aiming at the dead head, he knew his superior couldn't have missed. We looked at the dead head blocking the muzzle of that .45 gun, waiting for it to bloom. We were worried but not panicked, how can I put it, if you've lived too long in a hail of bullets, being hit by a stray bullet would be just your fate.

  We all understand it, even Krupp understands it.

  But our superiors don't understand. Because no one is innocent, everyone is guilty and deserves to die. Dying without pain in the heart. Our superiors are angry in their hearts but not pained.

  So I hesitantly raised one hand.

  Yu Xiaoqing hinted at me: "Say, Lieutenant."

  "What he means is that after seeing many of us die, he learned how to fight from the defeats." I explained for Dead Dead.

  Yu Xiaoqing ignored me and stared blankly into space.

  "Dead, dead, they say: 'All are innocent. I was born, thirty-four years old, walked through twenty provinces, just to survive, sacrificing my life for the greater good, not a pleasant thing, not what my parents taught me. Some people like to take up arms, some want to be different from others, some are mixed with food, some fear being too weak, some fear being pointed at by thousands of people, everyone is afraid, so they learn to enjoy killing. Never before has there been such bravery, determination, youth and waste. All are innocent."

  We sat quietly, somewhat uncomfortably, because he actually included everyone here in what he said.

  "So, you've learned how to fight?" Yu Xiaoqing asked.

  He nodded silently.

  Yu Xiaoqing said: "Sit."

  He said to Director Chen and Tang Ji, the person who translated it without discounting made us shiver in our hearts. When those people sat down obediently, he himself did not sit down, looking like he disliked sitting. Since he had started speaking, he put his gun back into its holster, but he didn't plan on sitting again. So he continued to pace back and forth behind the judge's bench.