May The Peace Be With You In The Golden Age

When Chen Huaying saw it, she didn't even care about being arranged to sit next to Su Huai'an, drooling cheerfully.

"Why are you here?" Father Su was suddenly upset when he saw that someone was coming to grab something delicious from him, "Go go go..."

"Cough cough..." Su Hai pretended to cough, interrupted Father Su's words, and whispered something in his ear. When Grandpa Su heard it, he glanced at Su Huai'an ambiguously, and then nodded at Chen Huaying with satisfaction.

"Sit down... sit down! Old comrade-in-arms!" The attitude of the old man Su was completely different from just now, and he greeted people to sit down and eat.

"I said, what kind of medicine do you sell in this gourd?" Old man Chen said irritably, "As long as you have a lot of spooky ideas, shouldn't you be thinking of taking advantage of me?"

Old man Su always blushed, "Eat if you like, and you won't eat if you don't."

"Who said no? Yingzi, Yingjie, sit down quickly, everyone. Ningning, Qigang, sit down too!"

"Hey hey hey... this is my home, not yours, don't overdo it."

A meal ended in a quarrel between the two old men.

*****

At the same time, in the Interrogation Room No. 1 of the Second Army in the Southern Military Region, Qin Yue was working overtime. He came back from the Soviet Union on New Year's Eve and was busy nonstop. The family sent people to shout several times, but he blocked him.

"Don't think that if you don't tell me, I can't do anything!" Qin Yue folded his arms and looked at the two men in the iron jail opposite. He smiled and said, "I have heard of the means of interrogating people. It’s not necessary to talk about it after suffering."

The two detainees were veterans at first glance, both in spirit and demeanor of soldiers.

One of them confronted Qin Yue’s compelling question and said righteously: “Little hooligan, are you not afraid of going to a military court if you imprison us privately?”

"You two participated in the Battle of Southern Xinjiang, haven't you?" Qin Yue took a step forward, lifting the opponent's chin with the **** of his rifle. This gun is a fine piece he seized in the Soviet Union. The bullet capacity is large, the accuracy rate is high, the key is to look good. Recently, he became Qin Yue's favorite, and he took it with him. For this reason, he has been criticized, reported and scolded.

But no matter how you are scolded, it is useless, people just like it. A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, no one will do anything to him.

The interrogators following him couldn't help but twitch at his frivolous action. Little hooligan, you can use this action when you molest a woman. You use action when interrogating a big man, and you are not afraid to frighten others.

"of course!"

The two stood proudly, and those who had fought in the Battle of Southern Xinjiang were all real men. For the cause of national defense, to ensure the integrity of the country, blood and sweat have flowed.

"Just like you, I'm ashamed to say of course?" Qin Yue smiled contemptuously, "You recall the Southern Xinjiang Campaign, the last thousand-mile rescue battle." After he finished, he pointed to the short, skilled man. Pull off the insurance and put the muzzle on the opponent's temple, "Are you a signalman? Why do I think you are so familiar?"

The face of the person he pointed at turned pale with a brush, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead. In the end, unable to stand the threat, he simply closed his eyes. "What do you want to do." A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

"Yes! Little gangsters, we all know that you have a deep back and can't afford to offend you! You are the commander of the Soviet army if you do evil, and you kill us directly if you have the ability."