Zhang Mingde took the order and led twenty soldiers out of the garrison and headed straight for the city gate.
The cool night breeze blew on her face, ruffling her meticulously flowing short, middle-parted hair.
He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, feeling a little uncomfortable for some reason.
He actually looked down on Tan Fang.
In his opinion, if his father had not taken care of him because of his former comradeship, I am afraid that he would have died in a mud pit at this time, and where would he be able to have the current scenery?
Yes.
In his eyes, Tan Fang is the scenery.
What an honor it is to be able to talk and give advice in the meeting hall of the governor's mansion, and to get the approval and recognition of his father Zhang Ziyang?
This is something I can’t do even if I want to.
How did it start and gradually become like this?
You know, at a very early age, I was highly anticipated by my father.
And I hope that one day I will be able to achieve great results.
This can be seen from the name.
"The way of a university lies in being virtuous, being close to the people, and striving for perfection..."
Three years ago, he was even sent to Japan to study and learn other people's advanced military technologies.
He feels that every step he takes is on the pulse of the times.
After returning to China, I looked down upon these old bureaucrats and landlords.
Nothing else.
The eyelids are too shallow.
His skills are also too poor.
…
And who is Tan Fang?
In fact, Zhang Mingde has already inquired about it these days.
When that guy was patrolling Fang Gong, despite his young age, he had already become an old man. He was quite good at talking to people and telling ghosts.
What he does most every day is talk nonsense with some idiots from all walks of life.
Some trivial matters can go on for a long time, but as for the job of a patrolman, catching thieves and thefts.
There's nothing wrong with him at all.
Moreover, in Zhang Mingde's view, Tan Fang has a fatal weakness.
That's cowardice.
Not to mention Wang Zhenwei, even the most useless brother-in-law of Wang Zhenwei's family, a useless little gangster, can still bully him all day long. This is a bit excessive.
If people knew that he was from the governor's mansion, the governor's face might be completely embarrassed.
"Pooh……"
Zhang Mingde spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.
These days, after returning home, I feel like everything is not going well.
The internal fire was also a bit heavier.
The girls in Ningxiangyuan are also so vulgar and ignorant of taste. Compared with the teachers from the country across the sea, their quality is far inferior.
Not only do they study literature, they also study art, and they can even play role-playing games.
That's the real level...
On the street, a few people who went home late were hiding aside, looking at a group of twenty armed soldiers running forward, with fear in their eyes, and two more people were panicking. Lie on the ground and kowtow.
Zhang Mingde did not stop, but kicked the horse's belly hard, not wanting to see such a scene.
The people of this country are so unappetizing to watch, and they are too servile.
If you look at this one, you will kneel down. If you look at that, you will kneel down. They have completely lost their blood.
The people are like this, and the officials are like this.
All of them have no ambitions and no desire to make progress...
Staying with them, you can almost feel the embarrassing rancid smell coming from your body.
Although I have a lot on my mind.
However, Zhang Mingde still knew.
A soldier's duty is to obey orders...
In Hangzhou City, the governor's order was God's will, so he was not prepared to intercept and attack the Yang family and his party.
In fact, he didn't care about the defeated soldiers.
No matter how great it was, he was finally frightened by the Qing Gang and his entourage and fled out of the city, hoping to escape to Shanghai.
What to do?
Of course, I was thinking about the relatively stable environment in Shanghai.
There are many countries there, and some powerful countries have their own concessions and armed forces.
Some large domestic organizations are also there to contain themselves and have their own agendas.
No one company can be dominant.
Therefore, from a certain perspective, although it is also the base of the Qing Gang, there is not much they can do.
At least, they don’t dare to act recklessly openly.
The Yang family fled to Shanghai.
This is actually a kind of cowardly behavior.
The whole Yang family is like this, but what about the third young master of the Yang family?
From this relocation operation, we can also see the nature of his people.
It's not as amazing as Tan Fang said.
Even though he felt it didn't matter in his heart and didn't care much about the Yang boy, Zhang Mingde still decided to give him a blow.
He wanted to see the other person being scared to pieces.
What I want to see even more is when Tan Fang knows that the Yang family, who is strong on the outside but weak on the inside, is actually just a paper tiger and some trash.
He is a useless guy who can round and flatten himself anytime and anywhere.
I don’t know if Tan Fang will swallow what he said.
Still a born saint?
A born rebel?
Show me one of them...
That's really nice to hear.
Then he saw a group of motorcades approaching.
It's not fast.
Even a little defensive.
Some people secretly hold the short guns at their waists...
Some of the people following the motorcade were dragging their families with them, carrying them on their shoulders and carrying many salutes.
Like a team fleeing from famine.
He is as anxious and panicked as a lost dog.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Mingde felt a little funny.
This was the Yang family that Tan Fang feared like a tiger, and even let the garrison treat them with caution.
Ha ha……
There are already more than ten soldiers with guns at the city gate, plus the twenty elites from the garrison that I brought with me.
A total of more than thirty guns were pointed like this, and he still wanted to give it a try. It was really naive.
Don’t you know that civilian armed forces are far behind the elite of the military?
Whether it's marksmanship, discipline, or even fighting spirit, they're all on a completely different level.
"It is my grace to let you out of the city. As for the gift, is it a gunshot gift, or..."
Tan Mingde's eyes were stern, he glanced at the elites he brought and frowned.
Although they are said to be elites, they are actually far from it.
Compared to the army he had seen before, it could be called a mob.
But he didn't have a choice.
Just make do with it.
He stretched out his hand and waved heavily.
Zhang Mingde was ready to give the order.
The two rows of soldiers standing in front of the city gate raised their guns with a snap.
"Stop."
"otherwise……"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he was only halfway through shouting.
The soldiers' guns will not be lifted.
Zhang Mingde's voice suddenly stopped.
Like a drake stuck in its throat.
He only made a hoarse rattling sound and could no longer utter a single word.
"What else?"
I heard a question in my ear, and at my temple, a cold guy was pressing his head seriously.
That's a pistol.
He smelled the strong smell of gunpowder smoke.
Resist the urge to weaken your legs.
Zhang Mingde turned his head hard and saw a young man with a pair of indifferent eyes.
He had no doubt that all he had to do was accidentally say something unpleasant.
Your head will explode into a rotten watermelon.
