Zhang Jiaju opened his mouth in horror, as if something had been stuffed into his throat, and he could not make a single sound. In the blink of an eye, he saw Teacher Otani and Teacher Ono being knocked down by several masked men without even making a sound.
On the ground, only Teacher Nakamura waved his hand to block it, and then he saw that his chest seemed to have been violently hit by a big hammer, and was dented by the opponent's punch. Zhang Jiaju saw Teacher Nakamura's mouth spraying blood into the air like a fountain.
.Then the wind sounded in my ears, the back of my neck hurt, and my vision went dark...
When Zhang Jiaju woke up again, he found that his hands were tied and his head was covered with a hood. He couldn't see anything and didn't know where he was. He only knew that there were masked men who would give him food when he was hungry and drink when he was thirsty. He could talk.
No one paid attention to him. Until this morning, he was tied up and thrown on the roadside, and then he was rescued by a group of people in military uniforms and put into a truck. After being untied and taking off the hood, all he saw were smiling faces of teenagers, and then a teenager
The officer took out a handwritten letter written by his old father. Zhang Jiaju was confused when he saw it. What? Join the army? Not allowed to go home?
If Zhang Jiaju hadn't repeatedly confirmed that this was his father's handwriting, he would have doubted whether the officer was lying to him. Then it was simple. Another pretty officer came over to read out the military discipline. Yes, you read that right, that's it.
She can only be described as beautiful, not handsome or handsome. If it weren't for the Adam's apple on her neck and her flat chest, you would even think she was a beautiful female officer disguised as a man.
However, the military discipline read out by a beautiful officer is not beautiful. If you don't obey the command - kill! If you dare to sneak away - kill! If you dare to expose your identity - kill!
Zhang Jiaju couldn't help but tremble when he heard the three words "kill" and looked at the coldness in the officer's eyes. The officer's eyes told him that this was no joke.
From then on, the world lost a playboy named Zhang Jiaju and gained a big-headed soldier named Zhang Jie. He was the only, oh, no, the only three big-headed soldier in the mercenary group. The other two were Zhao Yi and Zhao Shun.
brother.
In fact, the attack on the three Japanese tomb robbers was completed by Zhang Xiaoping and the members of the action team. At that time, Zhou Wen, Gao Xiaoshan and Miaohua, the main officers who often showed their faces, could not leave the manor. Only low-level officers like Zhang Xiaoping who did not show up at ordinary times could not leave the manor.
Disappearing for a few days with a few team members will not attract attention or suspicion.
Zhou Wen made arrangements after he had murderous intentions for these Japanese. Zhang Xiaoping sneaked into the Zhang family mansion that night and heard the Japanese's plan to go up the mountain the next day, so he brought six members of the action team there overnight.
He lurked at the entrance to the mountain.
What? You don’t understand Japanese? Zhang Xiaoping has the best Japanese score in the mercenary group after Zhou Wen and Hongxiu. Isn’t it a piece of cake to listen to a few simple Japanese words from you?
So the next day he led his team members to follow the Japanese into the mountains. After arriving at the cemetery, there was nothing to say. Only Nakamura had been a soldier at least, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to block it, but under Sun Dazhu's iron fist, he could not stop it.
It was of no use. The corpses of the three Japanese were buried in the mountains without leaving any trace. Everyone in the mercenary group was an expert in this aspect. Only Zhang Jie was knocked unconscious and led down the mountain with his head covered. He is still there until now.
Know what's going on.
Besides, after Zhao Shun was rescued by Feng Tianpei and his wife, and with the help of Zhou Wen's Prajna Qi, Zhao Shun recovered very well. Now he can sit up, but his injured leg cannot bear any force. The two brothers owe Zhou Wen's life-saving grace
Without repayment, Zhao Shun also wanted to follow his brother and become a slave. This made Zhou Wen dumbfounded, so he asked them to follow him to Taiyuan first.
In his heart, Zhou Wen admired the deep friendship between the two brothers Zhao Yi and Zhao Shun and their masculine temperament. Zhao Yi was determined and decisive to sell himself into slavery to save his brothers, and he also had a manly spirit of doing what he said and never regretting it.
Zhao Shun, on the other hand, has a clear sense of grudges and grievances. He always takes revenge with the word "righteousness", not hurting people's lives, not breaking into women's houses without permission. He also has a strong spirit that will never let go under the cruel torture of the Japanese.
The so-called specialization in skills, the two brothers not only possess unique skills, but also have been in the world and society for many years, and are familiar with all three religions. The mercenary group will have to deal with people from all walks of life in the future, and they are in great need of talents in this area. Their
Zhou Wen has never seen the art of assassination and thief, but just by their disguise and tracking skills, even Qi Jinjing masters like Zhou Wen and Miaohua were greatly impressed.
Accepting people as slaves after saving others' lives is not Zhou Wen's style of dealing with things. Zhou Wen wants both parties to be willing to become brothers of life and death. Therefore, the more you appreciate them, the more careful you must be to maintain the initial relationship. Zhou Wen is not busy making arrangements now.
The two brothers plan to observe and get to know each other for a while along the way. If they insist on staying in Taiyuan, it will not be too late to recruit them into the team.
So Zhou Wen had a free-range attitude towards the two brothers. Let them observe and communicate with the team members by themselves. Just take good care of them like guests. He would change Zhao Shun's dressing regularly every day and massage with Prajna Qi. He just left it to them.
One of his tasks was to keep a good eye on Zhang Jie. Zhou Wen also believed that with Zhao Yi's skills, Zhang Jie's plan to sneak away would be nothing more than a dream.
Since seeing Zhang Jie, Zhao Shun has been extremely angry. He has been looking at him fiercely all day long. In addition, Zhou Wen has given him a task. Even if Zhang Jie goes to the hut, Zhao Shun must ask his brother to follow him.
Zhang Jie had never seen Zhao Shun when he was in Tianjin, so he felt that this young man who looked at him like a life and death enemy was a bit baffling, but when he saw Zhao Yi's sharp eyes that glanced at him from time to time, he did not dare to ask. Being treated like this every day
The feeling of the two people staring at each other was really unsettling and frightening. Zhang Jie went to the river to relax by himself while the convoy was resting. Zhou Wen and the others did not restrict his freedom anyway.
More than 20 kilometers ahead of where Zhou Wen and his team were resting, a Taijin Transportation Company passenger bus was driving unsteadily on the road, pulling a bus full of more than forty passengers. This Taijin Transportation Company
The company's passenger cars also follow the train's example and are divided into first, second and third class tickets. The first class tickets are in the first two rows, with three soft seats in one row. Compared with the second class seats with wooden seats for five people in a row at the back, they are much more relaxed and comfortable.
There are no seats for third-class tickets, so you can only stand. There are no overload restrictions at this time. As long as there is a little space, people can be crammed in.
There were actually two foreigners, a man and a woman, sitting in the first-class seat in front, and a muscular Chinese man who looked like a bodyguard sat next to him. From time to time, he looked back warily to look at the situation behind the carriage.
In the last row of seats, sitting by the window on the right, was a middle-aged scholar with a mustache. He was Peng Feng, who was sent by the red organization to Taiyuan, Shanxi to work underground.
