"It's a shame, the potion in the photo studio is used to pick people up!" Another morning, Mr. Wang, who was sitting on the carriage, complained.

"The potion in the photo studio is used to pick people up." This is a sentence that Wang Laomao has recently learned.

This is because after taking photos with those students last year, he gained new knowledge, that is, how those black and white photos were developed.

It is said that the master of photography has some film in his camera, and the image of the person is left on the film with a flash, and then he soaks the film with medicine in the darkroom, and then those black and white photos can be produced.

And now that Mr. Wang quotes this sentence, he is complaining about the military commander.

In the first two days, the special training team received news that a group of extremely vicious gangsters had harmed several female students in the Northeast. They first raped and then kidnapped them. The military commander went to surround them and kill them, but instead they killed dozens of them.

Since the gangster was too ferocious, the military commander asked all departments of the Northeast Army to help suppress the bandit.

The remaining members of Shang Zhen's group, headed by Mr. Wang, also came out with the special training team.

But yesterday they got news that those gangsters were still the scum of the Northeast Army!

At least Wang Laomao disagreed with this statement. That's why he said strange things on the carriage.

But just when he was about to continue speaking, the small dustpan next to him poked him.

Mr. Wang knew something was wrong, but before he could react, a reprimand came from the side: "Old Mr. Wang, what are you talking about?"

When he turned his head, he saw instructor Hao Zhenglong riding a horse and following the carriage.

These guys with no eyesight didn't even remind themselves when they saw the mourning keeper following him. Wang Lao Mao complained in his heart and kept silent.

Shang Zhen and his group were in the same platoon, and Shang Zhen took away a few more, but the remaining people happened to be sitting in a carriage, so he dared to say strange things.

"Don't even fart when I talk. Aren't your pig kidneys straight?" Hao Zhenglong asked Mr. Wang with a serious smile as before, "I'll let you train. You losers can't keep up with others. You say you are veterans.

There is a way to fight on the battlefield, but now that I have brought you out to fight, you still talk so much nonsense!"

Mr. Wang remained silent.

If you are a bachelor and do not suffer immediate losses, but you can bend and stretch yourself, then Mr. Wang will not compete with instructor Hao Zhenglong.

If you should pretend to be a grandson, then pretend to be a grandson, otherwise this grandson will be really ruthless when dealing with people!

"I'm asking you, what do you mean by that?" Mr. Wang's hat became soft and silent, but Hao Zhenglong had no intention of letting him go. Instead, he gently knocked Mr. Wang's hat with the riding whip in his hand.

's head.

Mr. Wang knew that he couldn't escape this time, so he said: "Sir, I am saying that those people in the military command tell lies and you must not believe everything they say.

They said that group of gangsters were from our Northeastern Army, right? I have never dealt with any special agents, but I guess those gangsters would definitely not be able to defeat our Northeastern Army in a fight, but if they were playing dirty tricks, they must be good players!

Don't let them load their guns and let's fire off the cannons, maybe they're killing someone with a borrowed knife or something!"

After Mr. Wang finished speaking, he glanced at Hao Zhenglong's face.

Hao Zhenglong did not expect that Mr. Wang would say such a thing. He subconsciously felt that what Mr. Wang said seemed to make sense.

The people in the army are neither from the Northeast nor from the Northwest, they are all from the South. It cannot be denied that the Northeastern people have prejudices against the Southerners. According to Northeastern parlance, the Southerners are "Gu Dong".

What does "Gu Dong" mean? It means being thoughtful and calculating.

At least in Hao Zhenglong's view, there is an example right before his eyes.

For example, the Northeast Army is currently suppressing the Communists in Shaanxi. That is the result of the young marshal, a Northeastern man, not calculating against the old man from the south.

He had lost the three eastern provinces, and now the old man had brought him here to fight with the Red Army. As a result, the Red Army had lost two divisions. He had suffered losses and lost the three eastern provinces, and had become a human being.

Hao Zhenglong privately believed that the Young Marshal's biggest mistake was that the Japanese did not offer symbolic resistance when they invaded Northeast China.

If you resist, you can't beat it. How can the effect be the same as if you don't resist at all without firing a shot?

Hao Zhenglong was thinking about something and ignored Mr. Wang and urged his horse to move forward.

When Mr. Wang saw that Hao Zhenglong did not continue to lecture him and did not know what he was thinking, he took out another cigarette. However, as soon as he lit the cigarette, there was the sound of a car behind him.

There was also a company of people in the special training team, but they were divided into five carriages, and Hao Zhenglong led a few soldiers on horses.

Everyone turned around and saw two trucks approaching from behind.

When the two trucks passed by their team, they saw that the people on the trucks were not members of the Northeast Army. They were police officers and some in civilian clothes, but they should be people from the military command.

Although the Northeastern Army also came out to arrest people this time, no one among them was willing to deal with the military commanders, and neither of them were interested in it.

The reason here is naturally that the Northeast Army's desire to fight back home is growing day by day, and the military commander is affiliated with the National Government, and can even be said to be someone's royal thug in Nanjing. This definitely means that in order to fight against the outside world, we must first pacify the inside.

As he watched the two trucks drive past, there was a town ahead.

There were also Northeastern troops standing guard with guns at the entrance of the town. Wang Laomao watched from a distance as the two trucks stopped at the entrance of the town. The people who got out of the vehicles did not know what they said to the soldiers standing guard.

By the time their carriage reached the entrance of the town, the two trucks had already driven into the town.

At this time, Hao Zhenglong, who was riding in front, also jumped off his horse and started talking to the two soldiers.

Damn it, I would rather have a chicken head than an ox tail. If I had known what I was doing in this special training team, Mr. Wang secretly muttered to himself.

He is also interested in the news about the legendary group of gangsters, but now it is his turn to move forward?

People like Shang Zhen, especially people like Mr. Wang, are used to making their own decisions. Now that you ask him to serve as a soldier, how can he get used to it?

But Shang Zhen and the others went to send Leng Xiaozhi, Zhang Xiaoyan and the other students away. They always wanted to leave one person who could call the shots, and this person could only be him.

In Wang Laomao's regret, Hao Zhenglong got on his horse and the team continued to move forward.

After more than half an hour, their team arrived at another village. Seeing that there were still soldiers standing guard at the entrance of the village, Hao Zhenglong dismounted again and asked, but Mr. Wang could only watch from the carriage.

When Hao Zhenglong finished speaking and was about to mount his horse, Mr. Wang saw a soldier running back on his horse.

But when the soldier rode up to the carriage where Mr. Wang was sitting, he jumped off the horse and shouted: "Old Mr. Wang, ride to find the instructor!" But he himself got on the carriage.

Huh? What do you mean? Mr. Wang naturally obeyed orders, but he was also curious about the improvement of his treatment.

"It seems that the military commander has found a clue about that group of people. There are more than ten people in a carriage.

I think what you said makes sense. Who knows what the military commander is up to? It’s best for us to find those people together.” Hao Zhenglong said when Wang Laomao rode alongside Hao Zhenglong.
Chapter completed!