Chapter 767 The Mercenary King

Zong Zida swore that even if he was pestering him this time, he must take out more secrets on the old man.

Without saying a word, he and Fan Jianqiang accompanied Zhou Dong to the provincial capital to find this mysterious father.

As he was running lightning along the way, Zong Zida could hardly suppress his excitement. And inexplicably, a sense of pride surged in his heart. He had always felt inferior for his father's identity. But he never thought that the old man was still such a glorious and cool character.

Mercenaries are Zong Zida's pursuit of belief. The father who has pulled himself up is actually the top expert in this circle. In Zhou Dongfei's words, the old man can be called the "Mercenary King"!

The old man was named Zong Pu, and he was only one year younger than Mr. Jinghu. Although he had never held the order of quarrel, he was one of the strongest among the old men. Perhaps he could not catch up with Ke Jingzong and Daoren Li, but he was definitely not inferior to Kang Wuwei. Mr. Jinghu also said that holding the order of quarrel not only requires strength, but more importantly, his prestige in that circle. If he could not gather his brothers around him and let those old brothers bow down, many tasks would not be completed smoothly. Therefore, for Mr. Zong Pu, who has always been introverted, Mr. Jinghu did not hand over the order of quarrel to him. But when it comes to his own skills, Zong Pu is indeed very strong.

However, although Zong Pu could not let the fierce people obey the orders, he could use violent means to intimidate the mercenary organized. Because the old man from Jinghu Gong was on par with him, Zong Pu did not have to give the mercenaries too much face, and he would fight and train. In a short time, he actually created a team of mercenaries that were strong enough to shock the entire circle.

Zhou Dongfei couldn't help but sigh that the old man was really very strong. He just pulled out one, such as Kang Wuwei and Zong Pu, were all characters who could stand alone.

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At the entrance of the Martyrs Cemetery in the provincial capital, there is a wreath and feasting shop that is so ordinary that it cannot be more ordinary. The store has a small front and only a simple room inside. Wreaths, feasting clothes, incense, candles, urns, and other things are all available, and there is no special thing at all.

An old man with a hunchbacked figure and a flat-headed gray dress was sitting at the door basking in the sun without saying a word. It seemed that the strong wind could blow him down.

The mercenary king of that year, Zong Pu, the current owner of the shrine shop.

Seeing his son coming, there was a young man he didn't know next to him. Zong Pu just glanced at him and didn't even say "Please sit" and continued to smoke with his head down. He probably couldn't say it, because there was really no place to sit except the little pony under the old man's butt.

"Uncle Master, if the urn is not sold in the crematorium, who would buy this thing when he arrives at the cemetery?" Zhou Dongfei asked this in the first sentence.

Even Zong Zida and Fan Jianqiang were surprised by this sentence. They didn’t even consider these trivial matters before. Especially Zong Zida, who basically didn’t come here, was embarrassing.

However, Zong Pu raised his head, looked at Zhou Dongfei, and then nodded and sighed: "Brother Jinghu's disciples are really strong enough. They have never sold the urns, but only two for their own use. One is for me to use, and the other will change it to his mother when I enter the tomb."

Zong Zida's face was inexplicably hot.

Zhou Dongfei moved two bricks and sat down, handed over a Hongta Mountain and lit it for the old man. He didn't ask how he lived recently or how he was in good health, because it was all nonsense. Life was definitely not good, and his health was definitely good. Even if the mercenary king looked lonely, his body must be as hard as iron.

"Uncle Master, how is the business here?"

"It's still good, I'm enough to make a living. It's Qingming Festival soon, and it will improve a little." Zong Pu spitted out a breath of smoke.

"Do you want to change a place? If you really want to continue driving, you might as well go to Haiyang, where there is a martyr's cemetery." Zhou Dongfei smiled, "Brother Zida is planning to live in Haiyang for a long time, because his mercenary now belongs to my company and the base is also being built. After moving over, you two can meet more, and we two can also be more happy. No matter how good or bad wine or good or bad smoke, we can always manage it."

Zong Zida's face became even more embarrassed. He suddenly realized that for decades, he and his father had never had such a heart-to-heart talk. Instead, Zhou Dongfei and the old man sat opposite each other, more like a father-in-law.

Zong Pu naturally had this feeling. Unconsciously, the old man's attitude eased a little. Fan Jianqiang was the most surprised. He had accompanied Zong Zida twice, but the old man had never spoken to him twice. Today, the old man seemed to have said a lot.

Zong Pu sighed: "I won't leave. At that time, more than a dozen brothers were buried in the garden behind. After using a small trick, your aunt buried it in. She said she was selling things here, but in fact she was just keeping them. She went to the garden in the middle of the night to chat with them, and became considerate when dealing with living people."

More than a dozen brothers were buried in the Martyrs Cemetery. It can be seen that the mercenary he led was actually a regular army! Perhaps he changed his identity just to perform overseas missions. No wonder the small mercenary emerged and disappeared after a glorious moment, and no one could find out whereabouts. Maybe some old brothers returned to our team, while some had already been asleep in the garden behind.

"Okay, don't leave if you don't leave." Zhou Dongfei smiled, "In the future, I will arrange for people from the provincial capital to send you bottles of wine from time to time. Master said, you always like Qingmeng's old cellar, and I will let you get the best."

"It's rare that Brother Jinghu still remembers that bite I like." Recalling the old brother, a touch of warmth appeared on Zong Pu's face, "I've been together several times, either I'm not there, or he has something to do, I haven't seen him for more than ten years. You're here this time, it's not for hiring mercenaries, right?"

"Yes. I dare not worry about your trouble. I just tell these soldiers about their experience. They are all good young men. I am afraid that they will suffer losses if they go out with a silence." Zhou Dongfei said bluntly.

Zong Pu thought about it, slowly got up and closed the door. "Go."

Zhou Dongfei helped to collect the wreaths and other things placed outside the door. Zong Zida and Fan Jianqiang stared at each other outside. They thought it would be difficult for the old man to ask for help, but after all, they had a temper. But after Zhou Dongfei came, things were done after a few words.

Zong Zida whispered: "Even his own son is not as good as his face."

Fan Jianqiang shook his head, "No, it's because we were not kind before."

Then, the two were speechless at the same time.

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The four of them returned to Haiyang from the provincial capital together, and Zong Zida was extremely uncomfortable along the way. Today, the old man seemed to have said more words than in the past month, but this kid seemed to be unable to interfere.

After finally suffering from the base in Haiyang, Zong Zida quickly slipped away and said he was going to gather people. Zhou Dongfei led Zong Pu, pointing fingers and told Zong Pu what to build here and what to build there. Zhou Dongfei told the old man all the arrangements for all the training grounds and equipment, and at the same time solicited opinions.

"Mercenaries are not Shadow Special Wars Teams, there is no need to be so complicated. It's not that they don't need them, but it's a bit wasteful." Zong Pu said, "Everyone trained by Shadow is a trumpet elite. If you train those warriors for ten years, you can say that they are not losing money. Mercenaries should be mass-produced, as long as they can perform ordinary tasks. Basic physical fitness and technology can meet standards, that's fine. You can't build a large-scale mercenary team with the attitude of ten years of sharpening a sword. In fact, when we were not even a decent barbell, there were stone cakes on both ends. The training of these ordinary mercenaries was not as delicate as they were."

Once he returned to this environment, Zong Pu seemed to have a lot more words. Zhou Dongfei nodded and remembered some of the necessary words in his heart. The old man has old experience, and many places are still desirable. Some places may be a bit outdated, but they are basically ignored.

"The other thing is loyalty." Zong Pu sighed, "In fact, when it comes to mercenaries, the Western mercenaries have a longer history, more diverse organizational methods, and more perfect individual combat power. Where we can surpass them is the belief of every soldier. Since mercenaries have the word "hire", it means that they exist for the sake of interests, and therefore they will also betray for the sake of interests. This kind of thing is common in the West. Even the Black Water Company, which always pays attention to credibility, has the historical stain of betraying the employer. However, our mercenaries are different, and we must instill firm thoughts like regular troops. At that time, two of my brothers were captured alive by the other party and tortured to death without revealing a word."

When talking about the brothers who died tragically back then, Zong Pu's interest suddenly dropped a lot. Zhou Dongfei could see that this was an old man who was cold on the surface but had a very strong sense of feelings in his bones. Otherwise, he would not have endured loneliness silently and kept the bones of more than a dozen brothers.

"Yeah, this is what I care about the most. So, I brought all the rules in the regular army. Including setting up party branches in the team, setting up positions such as political commissars and instructors, there are all these rules," said Zhou Dongfei.

Zong Pu was stunned and said, "This is a creative move. Looking at all the mercenary teams throughout the ages, I don't seem to have heard of forming a party organization in it. The effect should be good, and this creativity is very good."

The approval of the mercenary king proved that Zhou Dongfei's move was still good.

As the two of them spoke, they walked to the center of the open space. At this time, Zong Zida had already summoned more than 90 brothers. Under the afterglow of the sunset, a group of people were in high spirits. Although they had been told that Zhou Dongfei invited the master and Zong Zida's father, everyone was still excited and the mystery was still strong. The mercenary king back then was so cool! Seeing such a person was like a fanatical fan meeting the big star in his mind. Many people complained that Zong Zida was too secretive and did not let everyone know the old man in advance.

When Zong Pu came to everyone, everyone was stunned.

This old man was the mercenary king back then?!!!

Her wrinkled face seemed to fall down when the wind blew, and she was wearing a gray dress. Especially those pairs of cloth shoes, the black velvet fabric that tied shoelaces in the hometown of rural areas...

On the way back, Zong Zida told Zhou Dongfei in great shame that the old man's clothes were made by his aunt and aunt from his hometown in the countryside, and he would bring some of them in the village to the city. The old man didn't care, nor did he adapt to the trendy clothes... Before he finished speaking, he was kicked by Zhou Dongfei.
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