Meng Shaoyuan respected and even worshiped Xiao Shanling.
Anyone who is willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of his country is worthy of his admiration.
However, he never thought that Xiao Shanling had such a personality.
The addition of Yue Zhenchuan and Wei Yunzhe made Meng Shaoyuan feel even more powerful.
Especially since Xiaoshan Ling agreed to secondment a total of ten people.
This made Meng Shaoyuan even more full of expectations.
He made an agreement with Yue Zhenchuan and Wei Yunzhe to meet at the temporary training base of the first group in the suburbs.
The gendarmerie is said to be very efficient.
Within a few hours, eight people arrived.
The military police uniforms were all taken off, and all they wore were ordinary clothes.
Judging from their looks, most of them had unhappy expressions on their faces.
It's no wonder that he suddenly became a spy from a military policeman. Although he was seconded for a year, God knows what will happen after one year.
Especially Yue Zhenchuan and Wei Yunzhe had dark faces.
"Brother Zhenchuan, Brother Yunzhe, I have to explain to you first." Meng Shaoyuan said with a smile, "This is because my subordinates are ignorant..."
He went on and on, repeating what he had said to Xiao Shanling. He just wanted to kill the enemy and serve the country in the future.
Yue Zhenchuan and Wei Yunzhe's faces looked better now.
Although this dog agent is not honest in his work, he is passionate about serving the country...
Wait, he will be his boss from now on, scolding him is equivalent to scolding himself, right?
"Hey, I haven't tested it yet. Are all the people here so obsessive?"
Suddenly, a voice sounded.
The one who spoke was a bald man.
Meng Shaoyuan was stunned as he said this.
What are you talking about there?
Lie detector? Does anyone know how to detect lies?
This is incredible.
"Qiu Haisheng, why do you talk so much nonsense!" Yue Zhenchuan stared.
"No, what was he talking about?" Meng Shaoyuan asked.
China is so big and has so many dialects.
Some language geniuses know several languages, but I have never heard of anyone who masters several local dialects in China.
"This man's name is Qiu Haisheng, a fellow from Shanxi. Because he can eat, he is nicknamed 'Rice Bucket'." Yue Zhenchuan smiled bitterly: "He was just saying that he hasn't eaten yet, why are the people here not smart at all? Unrecognizable……"
"There's something to eat, there's something to eat."
Meng Shaoyuan said quickly: "I had people prepare it before I came. I'll be there in a moment."
This man named Qiu Haisheng, nicknamed "Rice Bucket", had a big appetite and had to eat several meals a day at home. The family couldn't bear it anymore, so they asked him to join the army.
In the past, in the miscellaneous army, he always relied on his strength to bully his colleagues and steal their food, and was eventually kicked out of the army.
After much tossing and turning, I didn’t know why I ended up in the gendarmerie.
The living conditions of the military police are still very good, and they have enough food. Qiu Haisheng was content, not seeking promotion or getting rich, he just wanted to have enough to eat every day.
Even though he looks like this, he is very good with explosives and is a master of explosives.
The person next to Qiu Haisheng is Lu Qinghong, nicknamed "Young Master".
He is really a young master.
He is the son of Lu Mingyuan, a business tycoon in Shanghai. This kid does everything from eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling, except doing serious business.
This made Lu Mingyuan, who wanted her son to become a dragon, very angry.
If he will inherit his own property in the future, won’t he become a prodigal?
In a cruel move, he found his old friend Xiao Shanling and got him into the gendarmerie.
He also declared to his son that within three years, if Lu Qinghong changed his ways, all the family property would be his. Otherwise, don’t even want a penny and get out of here as soon as possible.
Meng Shaoyuan frowned when he heard this: "Brother Zhenchuan, why did you get me such a treasure? He is the son of Commander Xiao's old friend. If he is here with us..."
"Commander Xiao won't make it easy for me, how can I make him feel comfortable?"
Even though Yue Zhenchuan looked upright, he was not an economical person: "Didn't you see the embarrassment on Commander Xiao's face when I asked for Lu Qinghong by name? He couldn't say no to me, haha..."
Xiao Shanling didn't know how worried he was that something would happen to this young master.
Even though Lu Qinghong was a playboy, once he arrived in the army, he quickly showed one of his talents:
shooting!
It's almost a perfect shot.
Meng Shaoyuan's eyes lit up when he heard this.
Shooting has always been his shortcoming. Although he improved by leaps and bounds when he was at the Hangzhou Police Academy, he is still a "B" in his grade book.
Sharpshooter? Sniper?
Last year, the government purchased 120 Type 1924 heavy-barreled shotguns equipped with optical sights from Germany. In fact, this was the predecessor of the Type 98K sniper rifle that was widely used in Germany during World War II, but it was produced under the name of shotgun.
You can get two branches yourself.
Why didn't Madam Qiangwei think of equipping her action team with a sniper when she was purchasing weapons?
When you really start to do something, you realize that there are so many things involved.
"Hey, let me tell you, how do you calculate this man's salary?" Another young military policeman said: "Is this a military police regiment or a secret service? You can't let this man peel off his skin again. Don’t you know who to ask for your salary?”
Secret Service? Salary?
"Tan Xinyi came from Peiping. His ancestors were ministers of the Ministry of Rites of the Qing Dynasty. He served as a military officer and served as a flag bearer. His nickname was 'Master Beile'. Later, the family collapsed. His grandfather sold his property and his father sold his property. His career was ruined. He was so poor that he had nothing to sell but himself. He ran to Nanjing to seek refuge with his relatives, but they also disliked him and could not publicly drive him away. So he found a familiar commander of the Military Police Regiment and deceived him. Yes, get this Mr. Belle to the Military Police Regiment,"
He was well-educated and could speak a few words in foreign language. He talked about the secrets of the palace, the emperor's family affairs, and the rules of the palace in a clear and logical manner. Others were stunned for a moment, and those who didn't know thought he was the emperor's favorite and the prime minister of the cabinet.
As the saying goes, a tiger cannot be defeated when it falls. This Lord Baylor always used himself as a character, saying "We are the Qing Dynasty, we are the Emperor", making it seem as if it is not the Republic of China now, but still the Qing Dynasty.
"Master Baylor, please be patient." Meng Shaoyuan smiled.
"Oh, our team leader is also called Master Beile? It seems that the Qing Dynasty is about to be restored?" The young master Lu Qinghong said in a strange way: "Master Beile, you usually always have the glory of your ancestors, but you want to be in the country now?" In the Qing Dynasty, can you become a father-in-law in the palace?"
There was a burst of laughter from the side.
Tan Xinyi sneered: "If the Emperor and the Empress Dowager wanted me to do this, I would cut off the guy myself without saying a word and go into the palace to serve the Emperor and the Empress Dowager. But you, a slave in my house, would rather put my life at risk." Even if you feed the dog, I won’t bring you this piece of shit to lick.”
"Who are you calling a bitch?"
"If a dog barks on its own, that's not it."
Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Wei Yunzhe immediately shouted:
"Stand at attention and ask for a lecture, sir!"
I felt really helpless in my heart.
Lu Qinghong and Tan Xinyi seemed to be born to be enemies.
One is that he always thinks that he is a descendant of the Eight Banners, and he is treated as a noble and noble person, and he doesn't take anyone seriously.
What about the other one? Coming from a wealthy businessman family, they just looked down on him.
I don’t know why Yue Zhenchuan insisted on choosing these two people together.
Seeing eight people lined up in a row, Meng Shaoyuan always felt that Yue Zhenchuan had a special purpose in choosing these people:
"Everyone, Mr. Baylor asked about salary just now... As for salary, we are spies. You are not military police but come to be spies. We can't treat you badly in salary...
Your salary in the gendarmerie will be the same as it was in the past and is still the same now. You will not be short of a dollar. In addition, I will give you a subsidy. Yue Zhenchuan, a lieutenant, received a monthly subsidy of RMB 100, Second Lieutenant Wei Yunzhe received a monthly subsidy of RMB 80, and the rest each received a monthly subsidy of thirty yuan. "
"How many?"
This time, even Yue Zhenchuan couldn't help but cry out.
This salary is really high.
Before November 1935, military salaries were settled in silver dollars, and later in legal tender.
Salary is divided into normal salary and national disaster salary.
In terms of normal salary, the general's salary is 800 per month. A lieutenant like Yue Zhenchuan is sixty. A sergeant's salary is twenty, while a private's monthly salary is only a pitiful ten yuan.
Of course, it also depends on the troop.
Like the tax police corps, which is well-funded, well-fed, well-clothed, and has the same salary, but other benefits are much better.
As for the Sichuan Army, it is much more pitiful.
Liu Xiang continued to expand his army and once had fifty-two regiments of troops. However, the tax revenue in this corner of central Sichuan was limited, so the salary of his second-class soldiers was only four yuan.
Now, when Meng Shaoyuan opened his mouth, the subsidy of an ordinary soldier was actually as much as that of a lieutenant-level officer.
Yue Zhenchuan's subsidy is almost up to the standard of a major. Isn't this shocking?
Meng Shaoyuan understood a truth very well.
Which of these ten people came willingly?
When the time comes, people are in the Cao camp but their hearts are in the Han Dynasty. How about giving you someone who can do nothing but work hard?
Therefore, we must not treat them badly in terms of salary.
We have to make them stay here willingly and unwilling to leave.
"Man, that's awesome!" Mr. Baylor gave a thumbs up.
"Tan Xinyi, do you think this is your home? Who is your man? Call me sir!" Wei Yunzhe was happy when he heard that his salary had increased rapidly, and he was much more polite to Meng Shaoyuan.
"Yes, sir." Tan Xinyi is a smart man: "I said, old and young men, don't you get paid as soldiers there? As for our treatment here, the Central Army can't compare with it, right? Don't think about going back to the Military Police Regiment, just follow sir Done."
No one responded to him.
But everyone has the same idea.
Being a soldier, getting paid, holding a gun and working for one's life, isn't it the same everywhere?
Besides, as a spy, you don't have to go directly to the battlefield, so the risk is much less.
consciousness?
Who could think of war at a time like this?
Only when real artillery fire covers the land will it be revealed who is the hero and who is the coward.
not now.
Absolutely not.
Meng Shaoyuan was satisfied.
Excellent soldiers and strong generals.
Suddenly, Qiu Haisheng let out a miserable wail:
"Where's the food? Why hasn't the food come yet? I'm starving, I'm starving!"
