Rebirth of the National Marshal

He could smell it, but Mao Yuanshan didn't need this stuff at all after his body was strengthened. He was very sober, but in order to prevent them from discovering the flaw, he still gritted his teeth and drank it.

"Uncle Mao, how much money do we have left at home?" Mao Yuanshan said while drinking, trying to speak more naturally.

Is he going out to gamble again? When I came here, the old lady asked me to keep an eye on the young master, but I didn't take any notice of him. He didn't buy my words at all. Whenever he asked me about money, he had to spend money. Alas, the young master's salary of several dozen silver dollars a month is nothing. The tributes from various places must be thousands of dollars. In addition, he gets a little bit of money everywhere. It's no problem for him to earn a few thousand dollars a month. But it comes quickly and goes quickly. Now I only have less than fifty dollars in my hand, and the rest has been taken away by the young master.

"Young master, I only have less than fifty yuan here, and this is the last money I have left this month." The old butler did not dare to say anything more. It was only because the young master called him Uncle Mao that he mustered up the courage to say another word. Before, he did not dare to say a word, otherwise he would be whipped.

"Well, it's a little less. I still have a few dozen dollars here. You can take it first." What he imagined did not happen. Mao Yuanshan threw a small bag, which contained the few dozen dollars in cash that were left. If it were an ordinary family, it would be a month's food money, but it is nothing here. After all, he is the security captain. Butler Mao could not understand why such a thing would happen. He quickly took the money and went out. He hadn't received his salary for two months. What happened today?

Mao Yuanshan didn't notice anything about Steward Mao's actions. According to our Second Master Mao, we are people who do big things. Do we have to think for a while before spending dozens of silver dollars?

You need money to do anything. If you don't have money, you can't do anything. That Tek only cares about money, not people. If I can't make money quickly to arm myself, I will have no ability to protect myself in the future environment.

What is the most important thing in this era is the gun. The great man also taught us that political power comes from the barrel of a gun. Thinking of this, Mao Yuanshan changed into his own black suit and immediately went out of the house. He had to go and take a look at the Mauser pistol in his hand. Haha, I have seen it on TV before, but I didn't expect to really have one now. My own is not bad, but when Mao Yuanshan arrived at the security team and saw other people, it was a different story.

There are two security battalions in the entire capital city. Each security battalion has five security squadrons, and each squadron has three squads, with a total of about three hundred people. I am the boss of these three hundred people.

"Gather for me." If Mao Yuanshan had shouted this before, he would have fainted, after all, he had no strength at that time, but today he seemed to be full of energy. The guys in the yard, some sleeping and some gambling, were dumbfounded. What happened to their leader? It's not time to collect protection fees yet, and it's not time to have fun at night. Drinking should be done at noon, right? It's only morning.

"Haha, boss, why are we gathering so early in the morning? The brothers are still sleepy. Could it be that some blind man has offended you? Let's go and kill him." The speaker was the deputy captain of the security team. He was in charge of the daily affairs. There had been a morning gathering before, and that was when someone beat up our Master Mao. He gathered the team to fight back. Could such a thing happen again today? You know, although our Master Mao is not that great, he is a relative of Principal Jiang, right? No one in Beijing dares to disrespect him. Even the city defense commander Song Zheyuan does not have such ability.

As long as you follow the captain, there will basically be great benefits, and they all stood in line quickly.

Damn it, Mao Yuanshan cursed in his heart. There are only about 200 of the 300 people here, and they are all skinny. They have no fighting power at all. They can probably only bully the common people. Look at these team leaders, they are all fat and bloated, which makes him even more disappointed. Can these people help him fight against the Japanese? Don't be ridiculous.

Look at these people's weapons, they are basically all Hanyang-made, which are old goods from more than ten years ago, and the rifling is almost worn out. Mao Yuanshan went to the logistics side without saying a word, and several team leaders hurriedly followed. The team leader wanted to sell weapons again, but we have nothing to sell. Dozens of spare rifles have been sold, and the bullets are now sold at less than three rounds per person. The only two Czech-style rifles must not be kept. What can we sell now?

I kicked open the door of the logistics department. OK, not bad, it was almost the same as I thought. It was all bare. I was the good guy who sold the goods. These guys below were better at playing than me. There was basically nothing left. Empty boxes

It turns out that as the security captain, he has no people and no money. Because of this incident, he is not here to fight against the Japanese, but to seek death. Damn it, no, I have to change all this quickly. There are only a few days left until 37, and I must cheer myself up. Thinking of this, Mao Yuanshan glanced coldly at these guys here. Very well, let's start with you guys. My brother's journey in the Republic of China began just like that.