The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

Chapter 113 First Round Elimination

The noise quickly attracted the attention of the candidates present. Zhang Hanqing turned around and glared at the two of them, then called Feng Yong and the others to come over here.

"Hanqing! You're here really early."

Although I am somewhat disgusted by the behavior of the foolish old Bao family, I still have to be polite.

He walked up to say hello, then immediately asked, "Look at you...didn't you get enough rest?"

He was not saying this nonsense. Except for Feng Yong, who was in good spirits, the other four guys looked exhausted, especially Zhang Hanqing, whose originally fair face turned ashen.

Even in such a dim environment, one could see that his eyes were red and purplish.

"It's still Young Power... He insisted on going to that new Japanese hot spring house, and when he came back he called his brothers to play mahjong."

At this point, Zhang Hanqing stretched out his body arrogantly, "I am so tired!"

I thought you were going somewhere to study late into the night.

Jiang Cheng was just thinking about how to respond when he heard someone mutter in the darkness behind him, "Haha, if you can't get up, don't come. Anyway, your dad can get you the first place!"

This is really harsh.

He was clearly making fun of the fact that Zhang Hanqing took first place in the results yesterday.

Your father has made you the top, why are you competing with us ordinary people?
Why not just send you in directly without any assessment?
How could he not be angry after hearing this? He immediately turned his angry expression away and shouted coldly: "Who said that? Get out!"

Jiang Cheng covered his face: Why bother with these sour grapes?

I say this to provoke you. Look at how jumpy you are... Even if you have a good father, it is an advantage. They say such things out of envy and jealousy.

A dead silence.

It's obvious that you, the son of a high-ranking official, are furious. How can you still admit it?

"That's enough,"

Seeing that he was getting more and more angry, Jiang Cheng stopped waiting to see the joke and said, "He is just talking nonsense with people who don't know anything. Let's not..."

But before he finished speaking, another sentence came out from the crowd:

"Haha, don't even bother studying! They are all young masters from wealthy families, so why not just arrange for them to be there?"

"That's right, a young master from a wealthy family can be assigned anything, such as a regiment commander, a brigade commander, or even a division commander. Just let your father write a letter!"

The consecutive voices were obviously different from the one who had just spoken - and the weird tone also involved Jiang Cheng.

Feeling that the young masters headed by Zhang Hanqing were all frightened, Jiang Cheng smiled calmly at the crowd:
"Hanqing, I always thought that the gentlemen in Northeast China all peed while standing, but I didn't expect there were still some gossipers."

Feng Yong, who had been silent the whole time, also smiled awkwardly: "That's right, he didn't even dare to stand up after saying that... Hanqing, let's just treat it as a dog barking!"

After he said this, the crowd remained silent, but the gate to the Military Academy opened wide, and Guo Maochen and others, along with three or five instructors and about a platoon of soldiers, quickly walked towards this side.

"I'm coming……"

Hai Pingchuan called out softly, and then he heard Guo Maochen stand at the front of the crowd and called out softly, "Gather!"

"Listen to my command, and form four columns according to height, from largest to smallest!"

Jiang Cheng, who had been a soldier, was naturally very familiar with this kind of order. He quickly led his brothers and friends to the front and line up.
Rich young men like Zhang Hanqing all came from military families and had no ambiguity about forming ranks.

However, among those who came to apply for the exam, there were still some who did not have the slightest military training, and they did not understand what the order meant... Seeing many people starting to gather and line up, they also rushed up in a chaotic manner.

You pushed me, shoved me, and swore at me. The scene was extremely chaotic.

"stop!"

Guo Maochen, with a stern face, looked at the chaotic scene, cursed unbearably, and then asked a few soldiers to step forward to maintain order.

It took more than ten minutes before the team finally looked like it was in good shape.

Even Guo Maochen, who always appeared stern and cold, couldn't help but curse. Jiang Cheng smiled bitterly in his heart: In the fifth year of the Republic of China, how could you expect the personnel to be highly qualified?
Not to mention these people, even in the Fengtian Army, there were many soldiers who couldn't even line up. After scolding them for being "disorderly", Guo Maochen didn't say much, but took the list from the assistant instructor beside him and chanted loudly: "Those who hear it, respond 'to'!"

His way of calling the roll was a bit strange. Instead of reading out the names, he read the numbers on each person's number plate.

Moreover, he held the list in one hand and a pencil in the other.

Or is it random?
"Number 15!"

"To!"

"Number 29!"

"To!"

"Number 33!"

No one answered.

Guo Maochen's expression suddenly turned cold, and he repeated: "Number 33!"

"Hey, here, here, I'm number 33!"

In the team, there was a short guy who raised his hand foolishly and kept tiptoeing to indicate "I'm here".

Such a clumsy action caused a burst of laughter in the team.

"Cough cough!"

Another assistant teacher coughed twice, then shouted, "No. 33, step out!"

Is this also a selection?

Jiang Cheng was secretly shocked.

However, the idiot still didn't understand what was going on. He scratched the back of his head and walked out of the team in confusion. However, the teaching assistant gave a stern order: "Candidate No. 33, you are not selected."

The candidates were all shocked, and No. 33 was undoubtedly the most surprised. He opened his mouth to defend himself, but Guo Maochen spoke coldly:

"The license plates were distributed on the day of registration! Three days have passed, and you don't even know your own number..."

"Besides, my previous order was to hear your number answer 'to'! What about you? What did you answer?"

"You can't even understand the most basic commands. You are not qualified to continue the assessment!"

After hearing these words, No. 33 was so anxious that he jumped up and down, clenched his fists and said something like "I just didn't react" and "Why should I be disqualified because of this?"...

Guo Maochen did not give him a chance to explain himself. He nodded to the soldiers on his left and right, then walked forward and dragged the shouting reckless man away.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, and no one dared to talk to each other anymore.

"Keep calling the roll!"

As if he was satisfied with this feeling of fear, a slightly playful smile appeared on Guo Maochen's face as he continued to read the number.

"There were supposed to be 275 people, but 269 actually showed up...Except for the one person who was eliminated, there should be 1 more who haven't shown up yet."

After Guo Maochen finished his announcement loudly, he gave the order without hesitation, "As soon as the notice is issued, we must gather on time at 4 o'clock."

"Latecomers will be eliminated directly!"

No one questioned it, and there was only silence at the scene.

"very good!"

Then, Guo Maochen issued the second order.

"Let's go...Destination: Beidaying!"

(End of this chapter)