Moreover, Instructor Miaohua is very particular about people and is a graceful master. He never uses humiliating methods such as punching, kicking and slapping.
Just a casual poke can hurt you to the core without breaking your muscles and bones, ensuring that you can still train the next day.
Only the person involved knows how painful this poke is.
So before Miaohua came to Shanghai, the group of soldiers in the cavalry company who had been trained by him ranged from officers like Delengtai, Zhang Da, and He Laohei who had been horse bandits, to those who were superb in riding skills but always lazy. The top soldiers were all as well-behaved as a group of grandchildren. Even instructor Miaohua would shudder when she coughed.
But after hearing Miaohua's dissatisfied teasing, Zhou Wen laughed and walked over. He bowed to the cold-faced senior brother, and then bowed to Ti Jing and Xu Dacheng in the same way.
"Elder brother has worked hard, brothers have worked hard, and the scholar has paid tribute to you all."
Zhou Wen was wearing casual clothes at this time. According to the rules of the mercenary group, there was no need to salute on such occasions. Moreover, the brothers all knew that Zhou Wen was joking, and they all accepted his bow with a smile.
And Xu Dacheng shouted: "Awen, this is not enough. We have worked hard all night, and now we haven't even had a sip of hot water. We want to eat meat, eat big meat."
When Ti Jing and Ti Niu, two gluttons, heard about eating big meat, their Adam's apples twitched unconsciously, they swallowed, and then nodded their heads in agreement, echoing in angrily.
"Yes, we want to eat meat."
"I want to eat a big bowl."
Zhou Wen laughed loudly after hearing this and said: "Hahaha, okay, the big meat tube is enough."
After saying that, he turned to look at Li Fu, who was not going out of the door but was accompanying him and said with a smile: "How about it, Mr. Li Er, I have already spoken out my words, you can't let me, the one in charge, lose face, can you?" ?”
At this time, Li Fu had long been stunned by this group of men who had not completely restrained their murderous intent and had a strong smell of blood on their bodies. He didn't know how to deal with it. After hearing Zhou Wen's words, he quickly agreed as if he had been granted amnesty and ran down to make arrangements. .
Miaohua snorted coldly and said, "You know how to occupy a dove's nest, and you become the master."
Zhou Wen still smiled and said: "As long as you support me, senior brother, I will of course be the master. Who else dares to object?"
As soon as this little flatterer slapped her, Miaohua's anger disappeared immediately, and she could only shake her head and smile bitterly.
He also knows that his cheap junior brother is a master at manipulating people's hearts. He can make you furious one minute, and make you calm the next minute. There is nothing he can do against him.
At this time, Mu Yutang, the fourth master of Yihu Gang, was discerning. When he saw that Li Fu, the second master, had gone to prepare food, while the first master and the third master were checking the enemy's head at the gate of the village, he did his best to give in to the few. One of the minions quickly brought hot water and asked the dozen or so officers and soldiers with dark faces and unbearable stench to clean and wash themselves.
When he saw the basins of hand-washing water stained purple, he didn't feel much fear in his heart. He just sighed and said in his heart: "Dear me, how many people must have been killed to be stained with so much blood."
In fact, he is ignorant and fearless. Even after becoming the fourth master, he has never seen a few long fights.
With the cooperative relationship between the Yihu Gang and Datong Company, it is impossible for Zhao Qinghu to let Mr. Mu’s second son actually go to the battlefield to fight with others. Usually, he is mostly allowed to sit in the village and manage logistics, so this Mu Yu Tang still couldn't see the horror of these evil spirits.
And with the skills of people like Miaohua, Xu Dacheng, Tijing, Ergazi, and Li Hu, who are all masters of using guns, how could they get themselves bloody? But it was the blood stains they got when they collected the heads of the Ding family, and Miaohua ordered not to clean them, so she went to the Yihu Gang with the smell of blood on her hands.
The reason is also very simple. It is also a show of force, so that these people know how powerful they are first, so that they will not have any inappropriate thoughts.
At this time, there were cries and voices comforting relatives outside the cottage.
"Mom and dad, look, everyone from the Ding family is here, you can rest in peace."
"Mom, little sister, if God opens your eyes, everyone in the Ding family is dead, so you can go in peace."
Hearing these voices, Zhou Wen gradually stopped smiling and just sighed in his heart.
What he thought at this time was that these people at least knew who their enemies were and had a place to vent their revenge. But the death of Uncle Beard and those old brothers is truly an injustice. Not only did they die in an unclear manner, you can't find any enemies even if you want to.
Just because a staff officer marked the wrong place name on the map, Uncle Huzi and the other old brothers in Dawangzhuang were all killed by the explosion in a confused manner.
And the negligent air force staff officer also died in the battle. Who do you want to seek revenge from? Is it the entire National Army, the National Army's Air Force, the entire National Government, or even the principal himself?
If we really want to make a detailed calculation, none of them, Marshal Feng of the Northwest, Marshal Wang Yan of Shanxi, and Marshal Wang Li of Guangxi who started the war because of his ambition, are related to each other.
But Zhou Wen knew in his heart that the real reason why Uncle Beard and the others encountered misfortune was this world, this troubled world where human life was like a piece of grass.
This is what makes Zhou Wen most depressed, and it's also the reason why he looks up to the sky and sighs every time he thinks about it.
The Yihu Gang's logistics is indeed supported by a big business. Although there are not many fresh ingredients, there is a lot of cured meat in stock. Not long after Miaohua and the others cleaned up, they saw Li Fu and a dozen minions walking over carrying steaming wooden plates and earthenware basins.
Ti Jing could smell the aroma of meat from afar, and he swallowed his saliva countless times, but he turned to look at Zhou Wen in prayer.
Of course Zhou Wen knew what he meant, so he smiled and said to Li Fu: "Master Li Er, hurry up and get more. This little food is not enough. Also, if anyone knows how to make pasta, I will make more." These brothers just like pasta, any kind of noodles or steamed buns will do."
This is not because Zhou Wen has to be pretentious, but because he now regards himself as the master of this place, he naturally doesn't need to be polite and tries his best to make sure that his brothers are well fed.
Not long after Miaohua and the others were devouring their food, Zhou Wen, who was chatting with Zhou Jinbao, heard numerous and chaotic footsteps coming from outside the hall.
When he walked out of the hall, he saw that it was Zhao Qinghu who was in charge, leading a group of more than 40 gang members with white cloths tied on their heads. They all came to the open space in front of the hall and stood there.
Zhou Wen saw that everyone's eyes were red, and some were still crying and choking.
But I heard Zhao Qinghu shout loudly: "Kowtow to thank my benefactor, sir."
Dozens of Yihu Gang men headed by him knelt down and knelt down in unison, shouting in unison: "Kowtow to thank my benefactor, sir."
