The customers Mr. Long talks about are actually the big shopkeepers, big bosses, old bosses and other local tycoons who speak well of many villages on the east bank of the Wusuli River.
Although these people are unknown and cannot even make waves in history, in this three-thirds of an acre of land in the Far East, they are the emperors of every village and village, and many of them are even half-citizens and half-bandits.
The CIA and the vanguard had contacted them early. At first, these people were a little wary of the distant messengers, but when they discovered that these southerners were actually selling high-quality foreign guns, everyone changed their faces.
In the old forests of white mountains and black waters, a good foreign gun is an extra life. It is not just for killing people. There are tigers, leopards and wolves in the deep mountains and old forests. With a quick gun in hand, you can protect yourself even if you encounter a blind bear. no.
What's more, these people are benevolent in business, and the goods are good and the prices are fair. In the end, they always have two bullets to spare, and they become friends after going back and forth.
Later they found out that these people were all Han Chinese from the south, and there was a big force behind them supporting them. The purpose of coming to Baishan Heishui was to have a fight with Lao Maozi. You have the guts, you really have the guts! Men outside the customs admire them. Lao Maozi is everyone's enemy, let alone whether he can do it. If he has this heart, he is a good man.
This time, Ye Qiu invited all the powerful people around him. There were more than thirty people in total. The purpose was to let them see the power of the army.
"What's your surname, old man? You'll live a long life this year..." Mr. Long handed over his hand and treated the guests with Jianghu etiquette.
"Don't dare, I will turn seventy this year, and people call me Lao Ginseng... General, I have a fine century-old ginseng here, which I will give to the general as a meeting gift..." Lao Ginseng It's hard to say it with a half-white and half-official head.
Mr. Long shook his head, "It's necessary. A hundred-year-old ginseng is very rare. If you send it to Beijing, you have to pay for it with gold. The gift is too big!"
"It's not big, it's not big. The general came all the way to beat Lao Maozi. You have to accept this offer. If you don't accept it, you will look down on us..." Old Shentou was really scared. When they saw a batch of small boats on the sea, More than two thousand soldiers gathered together to transport soldiers, all of them were equipped with quick guns. They naturally had a kind of fear.
Of course Mr. Long has a good understanding of the psychology of these people. "Okay! I have to accept the old man's offer. Come on! Give the two quick guns I have collected to Old Shentou. These are also my gifts. No." If you accept it, you won't give me face..."
What a collection of bullshit fast guns, they were Mausers imported from Prussia in batches. Sister Wu smiled evilly and turned around to find two brand-new Mausers, and tied two flowers with bright red silk.
Master Long was stunned when he saw Mauser with the big red flower, but he couldn't say anything to Sister Wu in front of the guests, so he could only hand it to Lao Shentou respectfully.
Now the eyes of the powerful people around are shining. This is the best gun at the moment. It costs four taels of gold for one shot if you ask the boss for a friendly price. General Xiang can get two shots with one shot, which is much more valuable than ginseng.
Just when Lao Shentou was feeling the foreign gun he liked and wanted to take it away, Mr. Long had already become familiar with those powerful people like a fish in water.
Xiao Letian was so right in pointing out Long Ye's general. Long Ye, who was born in the green forest, is very familiar with all kinds of rivers and lakes incisions and slang. He also knows a lot of beards and locks outside the customs, and he also knows the rivers and lakes ecosystem here. As we all know, sometimes as soon as a few slang words are spoken, the expressions of the people on both sides change.
After exchanging greetings, Mr. Long said with a smile, "I've neglected you today. Let's have a simple meal of military rations and warm ourselves up over the fire. After we win a battle, we will definitely hold a feast to entertain our brothers..."
More than thirty powerful men were arranged in two bonfires. Now the forest was under the surveillance of Marine sentries within a radius of ten kilometers, so safety was absolutely no problem.
What's more, there are too few people in the Far East. Sometimes two villages are fifty or sixty kilometers apart. This area is completely deserted.
The thick pine sticks crackled in the flames, and the smell of pine and fireworks was pleasant. The soldiers brought over two boxes of canned military rations, and after prying open the hundred-forged daggers, the strong aroma of meat hit their noses.
"Young and old men, please try something new. These are canned beef from the United States, and canned fruits that are a specialty of Ryukyu... There are shabu-shabu, Japanese sake, and rum from Ryukyu. We have a mission later and can't drink. You are free to do whatever you want!"
Lao Ginseng took a bite of beef with a knife and put it in his mouth. His eyes widened when he put it into his mouth. The beef cooked under high pressure by this machine is very soft and glutinous. Even the tendons are soft and it can be said that it melts in your mouth.
In addition, the ratio of various spices has been studied, and the taste is completely different from the salt-boiled or charcoal-grilled dishes you usually eat.
Let’s take a look at those canned fruits that have no names. It’s a snowy winter, and I’m so crazy that I can actually eat fresh fruits without even being able to name them.
What's even more peculiar is a kind of brown sugar, which tastes bitter and sweet in the mouth, but after eating it, he feels warm in his stomach. He has no idea that this thing is called chocolate.
"Sir? Are you really here to fuck with Lao Maozi? Are you here to enjoy the good food..." Someone at the banquet raised a question.
Mr. Long did not speak, and Sister Wu next to him smiled and replied, "Young and old gentlemen, are you still applauding this? This is already too simple. What you all eat is actually our individual soldier field rations, which are what you eat during wars. For a real banquet, we don’t have the face to face these canned goods..."
"By the way, I would like to remind you that the good mountain products in various villages recently should not be sold to us and kept. After we win a big victory, we will purchase your bear paws, mushrooms, flying dragons, roe deer meat and other game. Let’s get drunk again when the time comes!”
The old ginseng touched the two Mauser poles and said with emotion, "The general wants to fight the Rakshasa ghost. We who are rich will contribute our money and strength. As long as we win the battle, the celebration banquet should be ours. How can we let it go?" General pays?"
"General, where are you going to attack? How..."
Mr. Long looked around and the scene gradually became quiet. "I know that all the gentlemen have doubts and are afraid that we will just talk without practicing the tricks. I made it clear today..."
"Let's start tonight. The target is Sandaogou 20 kilometers away..."
The crowd suddenly became buzzing, "Sandaogou? There is a Russian forest farm and a gold mine there. There are a total of 500 Rakshasa ghosts and more than a thousand doglegs stationed there. I have been to that camp and it was full of huge pine tree trunks that could be carried by one person. The wall is up, and there is a wooden platform for shooting inside, can you do it with just this?"
Mr. Long smiled contemptuously, "You have to fight to know whether it will work or not. The banner of our Far East Volunteer Army depends on today's battle to establish its prestige!"
