These days, there are very few gangs that can actually go ashore. Even if they do, some of their younger brothers and leaders are still making gray profits.
If you go to a big city, you can often see two gangs fighting to grab territory, and hundreds or even thousands of people fighting to grab a project in a place.
For example, the Kung Fu clip of Master Xing beating people in the village was quite subtle.
But one thing is very true, the patrolmen will not care, but the gang members will be happy to see the results of beating and killing them.
Dog bites dog, they don't bother to take action against the common people, unless there is trouble in some wealthy neighborhood, then they will definitely have to shoot as a warning.
Secondly, there are patriotic gangs, and of course there are traitors.
Just like after the fall of Jinmen, 99% of the gang leaders directly and blatantly became traitors.
Even before the fall, he began to secretly hook up with Japanese people.
Shanghai is better, there is one Mr. Du, but how many Mr. Du are there?
As for some of the warlord concubine Mary Sue's novels in later generations, well, they can be understood as beautiful fantasies, but this fantasy is completely divorced from reality.
First of all, the vast majority of warlords’ concubines can be described as numerous. In their eyes, women are like clothes.
Since it is clothes, you can wear them interchangeably. Even if your superiors or colleagues need them, if you ask for them, you will give them to them.
If your love will be outstanding, you can even give it to your subordinates to wear, and so on.
This is only second. Besides, these warlords all need to fight. As the situation continues to change, they face great mental pressure.
Some of these people like to inflict violence on others, while others just shoot their own women because something doesn't go their way.
There was once an article left by a woman that described the living conditions of these concubines.
Most of them are just raised like pigs, and they have plenty of money anyway.
Some were beaten into mental illness, and some simply gave them away when they got tired of playing with them, or sold them to brothels and left them to fend for themselves.
The concubines of this era may seem glamorous, but in fact they have no personality at all.
As for the people at the bottom, let's not forget about it. There are not many big guys who are really willing to care about the life and death of the people.
Once a war breaks out and frontline logistics are tight, supplies will be provided nearby.
This nearby supply is very simple, as you will know if you have watched the 1942 movie.
If I steal your food, you'd better smile shyly, or I'll kill you with one shot.
In times of disaster, some people will sell their daughters first. If they have several sons, they will sell the others, leaving only the one they like the most to continue the family line.
What if there is still no food? Then sell the mother-in-law for food.
In short, it leaves a legacy that can be passed down from generation to generation.
What if I still have no money? Either find a rich family to entrust your only son to, or go to a rich family to be a slave.
In fact, the grassland is pretty good. Everyone goes straight here and there. If there is no food, then grab it. If you can't grab it, you will die.
But in the Central Plains, if the common people are really forced to do nothing, who would be willing to fall into the trap of a bandit?
After chatting for a while, Zhao Ming and Zhang Kai finally got to know each other.
"Zhao...Sir Zhao, why don't we report our last battle achievements first? Try that Zhang Li?"
"Old Zhang, I'm not used to your sudden change of words!"
Zhao Ming frowned, "Sir Zhao" sounds pleasant to others, but why is it so strange for Lao Zhang to call him this?
"Then I'll call you Master Zhao like everyone else." Zhang Kai also felt embarrassed.
In front of everyone, this officer actually became the subordinate of his subordinate.
"It's up to you. Anyway, don't call me sir, it just doesn't sound right to me."
Zhao Ming waved his hand and immediately began to think about the other party's question.
"You can try the other party's tone of voice, try to catch the other party's appetite, and lower your posture a little. If the other party relents, then we will use this as the standard. If I don't let the Outer Mongolians retreat, we will go straight to the south!"
Zhao Ming was naturally joking when he said this.
It would be unethical to rush south, but he knew that given Zhang Li's previous performance, with no movement for more than half a month, the other party could not be more anxious than him.
"What about food? How will we deal with food in the future? We can only survive for a while by relying on Chief Zhang to allocate food to us.
After the war is over, he will still be able to strangle us. "Zhang Kai asked the next question.
"There's no rush, we won't be short of food after this time."
Zhao Ming smiled and did not answer.
Food is actually an easier point to solve, but the next micro-management is more troublesome.
If you want to stabilize the Outer Mongols, you have to continue to collect wool from Zhang Li. The scale of this must be grasped well, otherwise, if you are not careful, you will be in vain.
After chatting with Zhang Kai for about an hour, the others were all a little drunk, and several people were already lying on their backs, fast asleep.
However, the monkey still held Wang Er, while Baoshan was bragging about his romantic experiences that did not exist.
Zhao Ming had almost finished chatting with Zhang Kai now, and was about to eat something to fill his stomach. He had been chatting all the time just now.
However, as he was eating, he noticed from the corner of his eye that Chang Wei was sitting alone, drinking wine, and did not get involved in the monkey's conversation.
Seeing this, Zhao Ming gulped down some more food to fill his stomach, and then came to Chang Wei and sat down next to him with a bottle of wine.
He reached out and took out a cigarette and handed it over.
"Have one?"
"Yeah." Chang Wei took it dully, and just smoked it silently without saying a word.
"What? It's been more than half a month since you've been here, right? Still haven't adapted to it yet?" Zhao Ming joked with a slight smile.
"It's not Mr. Zhao, I'm quite adaptable here."
After Chang Wei finished speaking, he had nothing to say.
Seeing this, Zhao Ming's face turned serious and he said in a deep voice, "Is there anything else that you can't say in front of me? Do you have something to say? Don't put on a bad face here!"
These words brought Chang Wei out of that state, but his big face was full of bitterness and confusion.
He frowned and said in a tone that was mixed with complaints, confusion and dissatisfaction, "Master Zhao, I just don't understand. Why don't you let your brothers follow you to kill the foreign devils this time?"
"Brothers are not afraid of death, and these brothers have been trained before coming here, and they are proficient in equestrian and spearmanship.
And...and they are all our own people, selected from the bankers.
I...I don't quite understand..."
As Chang Wei said all the words at once, Zhao Ming understood why the other party looked like this.
Feelings are not taken seriously.
This is normal. After all, Chang Wei and his party represent Fengjiazhuang. In the eyes of outsiders, they belong to the direct lineage of Zhao Ming.
These days, many of the big guys in the army have almost all of the personal guards around them who are direct descendants of them.
It’s understandable that Lao Chang is so confused and depressed.
