Zhang Jiaju opened his mouth wide in horror, as if something was stuffed into his throat, and he couldn't make a single sound. In the blink of an eye, Teacher Otani and Teacher Ono were knocked to the ground by several masked men without even making a sound. Only Teacher Nakamura waved to resist, and then saw his chest being violently hit by a big hammer. It was dented by the opponent's punch. Zhang Jiaju saw teacher Nakamura's mouth spraying blood into the air like a fountain. Then there was the sound of wind in my ears, a pain in the back of my neck, and darkness in front of my eyes...
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 masked men would give him food when he was hungry and drink when he was thirsty. His words were ignored. Until this morning, he was tied up and thrown on the roadside, and then he was rescued by a group of men in military uniforms and put on a truck. After being untied and taking off the hood, all he saw were smiling faces of young men. Then a young 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 handsome officer came over to read out the military discipline. Yes, you read that right, it 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! Dare to reveal 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 is the only, oh, no, the only three top soldiers in the mercenary group. The other two are brothers Zhao Yi and Zhao Shun.
In fact, the attack on the three Japanese tomb robbers was carried out 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? Don’t understand Japanese? Zhang Xiaoping now 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 say anything. It's of no use. The corpses of the three Japanese were buried without any trace in the mountains. Everyone in the mercenary group was an expert in this area. Only Zhang Jie was knocked unconscious and led down the mountain with his head covered. He still doesn’t know what happened.
Besides, after Zhao Shun was rescued by Feng Tianpei and his wife, and with the help of Zhou Wen's Prajna Qi, he recovered very well. He can now sit up, but his injured leg cannot bear the force. The two brothers showed no repayment for Zhou Wen's life-saving kindness. Zhao Shun also wanted to follow his brother and become a slave. Zhou Wen couldn't laugh or cry, 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 the temperament of a strong man. Zhao Yi's determination and determination to sell himself into slavery to save his brothers, and his manly spirit of keeping his word and never going back on his words. Zhao Shun, on the other hand, has a clear sense of grudges and vengeance, and always carries the word "righteousness" in retaliating against his enemies. He does not hurt people's lives and does not break into women's houses without permission. There is also the toughness to never let go under the cruel torture of the Japanese.
The so-called specialization in skills means that the two brothers not only possess unique skills, but also have been in the world of martial arts 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 is in great need of talents in this field. Zhou Wen has not seen their assassination and thief skills before, but just by their disguise and tracking skills, Qi Jinjing masters like Zhou Wen and Miaohua were greatly impressed.
Saving other people's lives means accepting people as slaves. This is not Zhou Wen's style of dealing with things. Zhou Wen wants both parties to be willing to become brothers in life and death. So the more you appreciate it, the more careful you have to be to maintain the initial relationship. Zhou Wen is not busy arranging for the two brothers now, and plans to observe and get familiar with each other for a while along the way. If they all insist on staying in Taiyuan, it won't be too late to recruit them into the team.
So Zhou Wen had a carefree attitude towards these two brothers. Let them observe and communicate with the team members themselves. Just take care of them like you would your guests. Zhao Shun was given regular dressing changes every day and massaged with Prajna Qi. They were only given a task, which was to take good care of Zhang Jie. Zhou Wen also believed that with Zhao Yi's skills, Zhang Jie's attempt to sneak away was nothing more than a dream.
Since seeing Zhang Jie, Zhao Shun has been furious. He looked at him fiercely all day long, plus the task given by Zhou Wen was that when Zhang Jie went to the hut, Zhao Shun also asked his brother to follow him. Zhang Jie had never met Zhao Shun when he was in Tianjin, so he felt that this young man who looked at him like a life-or-death enemy was a bit puzzling, but when he saw Zhao Yi's sharp eyes that glanced at him from time to time, he did not dare to ask. The feeling of being stared at by two people like this every day was really unsettling and frightening. Zhang Jie went to the river to relax by himself while the team was resting. Zhou Wen and the others did not restrict his freedom anyway.
Just over 20 kilometers ahead of where Zhou Wen and his team were resting, a passenger bus from Taijin Transportation Company was driving unsteadily on the road, pulling a bus full of more than forty passengers. The Taijin Transportation Company's passenger car also followed the train and divided it into first, second and third class tickets. The first class tickets are in the first two rows, with three soft seats in one row, which is more expensive than the second class seats in the back which have wooden seats for five people in a row. Much looser and more comfortable. There are no seats for third-class tickets, so you have to 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 strong 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.
