Expedition to Europe

The profession of a soldier is often associated with a scoundrel.

That's right, the capital is a place with a lot of water. If you meet an old man on the road, he may have a son in a high position. This is not uncommon.

But at the same time, the more people think they are precious, the more they understand the principle of "a good man does not suffer a loss in front of him". Therefore, as long as the soldiers act arrogantly, no matter how strong their backers are, they will generally retreat first. If they want to get back their place, they have to get it back later. If they lose their lives now because of angering these soldiers, it will be meaningless to get back their place later.

So this group of soldiers rushed around in Yingchun Hall, which only caused the coquettish voices of Yingyingyanyan to rise and fall, and the sounds of scolding, quarreling, and broken cups and plates were complicated.

"Enough!" A sudden shout came from the second floor.

Everyone in the hall looked up and saw that it was Zhang Hanqing, the prince of the Northeast Army.

"Young Marshal, please go back." The leading officer who was still cursing in the courtyard just now hurried upstairs and whispered to Zhang Hanqing.

"Marshal? What, that Rommel dares to report me?" Zhang Hanqing was furious.

It seemed that Zhang Hanqing also wanted to shake his tiger body, but unfortunately, Zhang Hanqing's small body really didn't have much deterrent power. After all, the hair on his face had not fallen off completely. In the snowy season, he only wore a middle coat and stood in the wind, holding a huge pipe in his hand. This style is indeed a bit fierce.

"Young Marshal, you should be more careful. As soon as you left the house, Rommel went to listen to the opera. The sheep were let out in the barracks. There was no one in charge. Although that grandson didn't complain openly, this move was more powerful than complaining directly." The leading officer must have been in the same group with Zhang Hanqing.

"Humph, this grandson actually dared to bully me like this, I will definitely make him pay later!" Zhang Hanqing swore, and broke the pipe in his hand into two pieces.

The leading officer did not respond, and looked at Zhang Hanqing with disdain and worry in his eyes.

In terms of ability, Zhang Hanqing is far inferior to his father Zhang Yuting.

Zhang Yuting is a famous smiling tiger. Even if he is about to tear his face and fight, his face is still calm and he is chatting and laughing with others. It is impossible to guess Zhang Yuting's true thoughts. The most powerful thing is Zhang Yuting's vision. Zhang Yuting is good at preparing for battles in advance and good at changing his attitude according to the situation. These words may seem to be derogatory words, but they just show that Zhang Yuting is unconventional and cunning and fickle. This is enough. In this chaotic world, saints cannot survive.

Compared with Zhang Yuting, who has experienced many hardships, Zhang Hanqing is just a flower in a greenhouse. Let's not discuss what Zhang Hanqing will do in the future. As far as the current situation is concerned, Zhang Hanqing is far behind Zhang Yuting in terms of cultivating qi. Zhang Yuting is like a mountain that collapses in front of him without changing his expression, while Zhang Hanqing is the kind of person who shows his joy, anger, sorrow and happiness on his face and can make people see his heels when he opens his mouth.

With such a straightforward person, the leading officer is quite pessimistic about his desire to lead the Northeast Army forward in the future.

Zhang Hanqing didn't know that the leading officer thought so. Zhang Hanqing was still thinking about going back to seek revenge on Rommel who ruined his good deeds, so he hurried into the house to change clothes and took his new concubine "Xiao Taohong" to go back to the barracks.

Scary, bringing a woman into the barracks is a taboo. Now Zhang Yuting is still in the barracks. If you do this, it's not just running into the muzzle of a gun.

The leading officer persuaded Zhang Hanqing to give up the order, and the group of people got on their horses and rode straight to the barracks.

Of course, Zhang Hanqing left in a hurry, so he didn't hear the gunshots from Yingchun Hall this time.

Soon, Zhang Hanqing and his party returned to the New Army camp outside the city.

Yes, it was the New Army. Although they were still old members of the Northeast Army, they changed into the clothes of the Beiyang Government and received the Beiyang Government's military pay. At least they had to give face to the Beiyang Government. The first and second divisions of the Northeast Army were stationed here, and now the first and second divisions of the New Army.

As soon as he entered the gate, Zhang Hanqing looked at the guards of the Marshal's Mansion standing solemnly with their hands down. For some reason, he suddenly felt his chrysanthemum tighten. He didn't want to find Rommel anymore, and he galloped towards the direction of the Marshal's tent.

"Rebellious son, come here and kneel down for me!" Only Marshal Zhang could scold so distinctively.

"Dad!" Zhang Hanqing's face changed drastically, and he didn't care about why Zhang Yuting was here. He got off the horse slowly, and then moved slowly to the Marshal's tent.

"Get away from me and kneel over there!" Zhang Yuting was full of ruffian spirit, and he didn't care whether there were outsiders present or not, and he didn't give Zhang Hanqing any face.

"Oh, General, it's freezing cold, you should kneel inside. The young marshal is delicate and precious. If he catches a cold, I will have a hard time explaining myself." Erwin Rommel's persuasion was fake and not sincere at all.

"Okay, rebellious son, kneel down for me." Zhang Yuting seemed not to hear the irony in Rommel's words, and immediately asked Zhang Hanqing to come in and kneel.

Just kidding, it was snowing outside, and Zhang Hanqing, who preferred style to temperature, was wearing a tweed uniform. He looked handsome and upright, but his warmth was really not as good as a sheepskin coat.

Zhang Hanqing was Zhang Yuting's biological son, and the eldest brother. No matter how much Zhang Yuting scolded him, he felt distressed. If there was a chance to go down the slope, of course he would go down the slope. Let's talk about face later.

So Zhang Hanqing walked into the house and knelt upright in the general's tent.

Zhang Yuting started to circle in front of Zhang Hanqing, muttering: "Okay, you are really capable! I asked you to come to train the troops, hoping that you could learn a few tricks, which would be considered as some skills to make a living, but I didn't expect you to turn around and abandon the troops, and then run to learn how to pick up girls from me! Have you never seen a woman or what..." Zhang Yuting started to curse.

The Chinese society during the Republic of China was actually very magical. For example, someone helped a friend take care of his wife, and then the wife became his own; for example, someone saw that the other party's daughter was pretty at his friend's house, and then the "big brother" who was originally a peer became a "father-in-law" in a blink of an eye; for example...

Don't get me wrong, the reason I say these is not to prove that the Republic of China was a vulgar Republic of China, but to prove that the Republic of China was a "romantic" Republic of China. People in the Republic of China believed that these were all romantic and elegant things, and they were all worth writing about.

Of course, the parties involved did not think so.

Specifically in this room, Zhang Hanqing was obviously being stubborn: "I have already accepted Xiao Taohong. From now on, Xiao Taohong is considered as my roommate."

From this point of view, Zhang Hanqing is still quite manly. At least he can say this, proving that Xiao Taohong did not make a mistake in choosing him.

Unfortunately, Xiao Taohong did not expect that Zhang Hanqing had such a bandit father.

Zhang Yuting grinned repeatedly and raised his hand to call the officer who led the team just now: "Lao Dao, go and bring Xiao Taohong back..."

Lao Dao was so smart that he would not leave any traces in such matters. He grinned several times and then whispered: "Xiao Taohong knows that she has committed a serious crime and has committed suicide out of fear of punishment!"

"You!" Zhang Hanqing immediately stood up and glared at Lao Dao.

The original text is in Liu # 9 @shu/bar!

"Who told you to get up? Kneel down for me!" Zhang Yuting cursed and raised his hand to whip him.

Of course, the whip was not very strong, but it was enough to wake Zhang Hanqing from his rage.

So Zhang Hanqing went back and knelt down obediently, but looking at his slightly trembling hands, it was estimated that the psychological struggle was quite intense.

"General Erwin, then, will the training continue tomorrow?" Zhang Yuting turned his attention to Rommel who was watching the excitement nearby.

"Anytime is fine, but your son is obviously not suitable for work recently. Let's give him a few days off first and let him rest first." Rommel didn't want a half-dead Zhang Hanqing, who couldn't be beaten or scolded. Did he want to leave him here to make trouble?

"I, can." Zhang Hanqing's voice was low and a little stubborn.

"Wahahaha, that's good, General Erwin, goodbye." Zhang Yuting was finally satisfied this time, bowed his hands and left with the old knife.

"Why do you have to do this? I now have your father's handwritten order. If you want to be lazy in training again, I think I will do something to make you remember it firmly." Rommel smiled strangely.

"Whatever." Zhang Hanqing was indifferent. Even though Zhang Yuting had left, Zhang Hanqing had no intention of getting up. He looked at Rommel with the same unfriendly eyes.

"It seems that I have to modify the training plan. Damn it, I don't want to train a group of ungrateful people. If that's the case, I would rather strangle them all to death." Rommel wanted to scare Zhang Hanqing away with words.

"I'm not a three-year-old child. Can you use some normal methods?" Zhang Hanqing looked down on Rommel.

"Really ****, a normal way, the normal way should be to drag you out and shoot you, or to clean the toilet. Which one do you want to accept?" Rommel was not polite and generously gave Zhang Hanqing two choices.

Unfortunately, Zhang Hanqing didn't think much of these two choices.

"Look, this is your normal? You keep saying you want fairness, but even if this fairness will endanger your interests a little bit, your selfishness will start to attack. This is your common problem. You are really hypocritical Chinese..." Rommel looks more honest, but in fact this "Desert Fox" is not stupid at all.

"What did you say?" Zhang Hanqing was really irritated, and stood up and glared at Rommel.

"Look, I knew you would do this. It's useless even if you pop your eyeballs out of your eye sockets. If you want to prove that you are not a waste, go to the training ground tomorrow to prove it. If you want to protect your woman, you must have your own real power like a man, not the gift of others. Can you say that you don't understand these principles? You understand, you just don't want to admit that you are a waste!" Rommel also cursed.

"You are the waste!" How could the 20-year-old Zhang Hanqing bear this, and rushed over to teach Rommel a lesson.

Rommel is an old soldier, proficient in martial arts, and it is no problem to deal with a young master like Zhang Hanqing.

So the sound of "ping pong pong" continued for half a night.