The beginning of the silly uncle, the true love is full of the courtyard

Hearing that He Ping'an was not going to take him with him, Old Xu, who had been calm before, showed a trace of nervousness on his face and advised: "Director He, I am quite skilled. And, um... you should know the origin of Outer Mongolia. We have our own comrades there, too!"

"Before coming here, our director told me to do everything in my power to ensure your safety! So, can you take me with you on this exploration?" If it weren't for this, Old Xu would not have risked being discovered and provided the intelligence so quickly.

Seeing Lao Xu's explanation, He Pingan thought to himself: If I can't solve the problem with my own fighting power, it will be useless even with the help of those people. As for the intelligence in the hands of Lao Xu's colleagues in Outer Mongolia, He Pingan planned to rush in directly. For him, intelligence is really not that important. It is far less convenient for him and Balin to come.

"Old Xu, we are just scouting the place this time. Too many people will cause unnecessary trouble, and we don't need the help of the comrades over there. Moreover, to be on the safe side, we still have to leave someone here in Lou Bancheng!" He Ping'an politely declined Old Xu's kindness.

"I obey your orders, but I still hope Director He can consider my suggestion again!" Old Xu is obviously not the kind of person who gives up easily.

"Well, I'll think about it carefully!" He Ping'an didn't want to waste time on these trivial matters, so he said solemnly.

"I'll go first. Director He, please call me if you need anything!" Old Xu was not a fool. He knew that He Ping'an was just trying to get him to give up, so he didn't ask any more.

The next morning, the four of them returned to their room after breakfast, and He Pingan told the other two about his plans. As He Pingan's subordinate, Balin naturally obeyed the old leader's orders unconditionally. As for Lou Bancheng, I'm sorry that no one here would care about his opinion.

After bidding farewell to Lao Xu and Lou Bancheng, He Pingan and Balin traveled light. Riding on the horse that Lao Xu had prepared last night, they left the city and headed for the China-Mongolia border. When they arrived at an unknown small village on the border, Lao Xu's colleagues had already been waiting there, acting as guides and successfully bringing He Pingan and the others to a black market stronghold in Outer Mongolia.

By the 21st century, Outer Mongolia only had one decent city, Ulaanbaatar, and the rest had a population similar to that of our towns. Moreover, Outer Mongolia was still in a semi-nomadic state at that time. Therefore, these black markets were called strongholds, but they were just a dozen large tents!

Although he had learned the specific situation here from the intelligence given by Lao Xu last night, He Pingan was still disappointed after seeing it with his own eyes. He knew that in order to achieve his expectations, he had to set his sights on the city, or even their capital, Ulaanbaatar.

"Comrade, your mission has been completed and you can go back now! Bahrain, take the map and let's go!" He Ping'an, who was extremely disappointed with these so-called strongholds, did not want to stay here and waste time, and was ready to take action directly.

"Captain, the black market we just visited is the closest one to us. I believe other black markets are not much different from this one, or even worse than this one. Is it necessary for us to go to other black markets?" On the way, Bahrain expressed his doubts.

"Of course it is necessary. To tell you the truth: I, your captain, didn't bring a penny with me this time. Even if there are enough supplies on the black market, we don't have the money to buy them. Next, I plan to find my 'old friends' and 'borrow' some money to tide over the difficulties!" He Ping'an stated his purpose.

"Captain, you are worthy of being called such a person. You have friends all over the world! Previously, it was the 17-nation coalition led by South Korea and the United States, and now it is Outer Mongolia's turn. I admire you! But Captain, is this "borrowing" of yours serious?" Balin is the person He Pingan values ​​the most and is the closest to him in the army. The two often joke around in private, so they dare to tease He Pingan as they please.

"When have I ever been anything but serious! How can South Korea and the US imperialist coalition force compare with Outer Mongolia? Outer Mongolia is a communist country like us. They also believe in Marxism. We are all communist fighters. What is the difference between us?"

"I believe that as long as I explain the greater good to them, they are willing to give out all their wealth to help their 'brothers' overcome the difficulties." Galloping across the endless prairie, He Ping'an was in a good mood and joined in Bahrain's jokes.

"How unlucky it is to be your brother!" Balin laughed.

"What are you talking about, you bastard? I didn't hear you clearly, speak louder!" He Ping'an looked at his old subordinate and said warmly.

"I say, it's really 'lucky' to be your brother! It's their blessing to have a brother like you!" Balin, feeling the danger, immediately changed his words and said with a smile on his face.

"That's more like it. Don't say that I'm partial to you as an elder brother. You are also my brother. I wish you good fortune in advance! Hahaha..., let's compete in riding skills, go!" He Ping'an was in a good mood as he looked at the frustrated Balin.

"Captain, you are cheating again! Go..."

The figures of He Pingan and Balin soon disappeared on the horizon, leaving only their heroic laughter as proof that they had been there.

In the following days, news of the theft spread from cities and population centers in Outer Mongolia. As expected of a communist country, Outer Mongolia responded quickly.

Even many soldiers joined the search for the thieves. They simply wanted to learn the style of our people's soldiers, and had nothing to do with He Ping'an's "borrowing" money from the military leaders. Of course, they might be angry, after all, when He Ping'an "borrowed money", he was under the banner of Genghis Khan's restoration of the country.

But He Ping'an was still quite righteous, he only lent money but not his life. Er... those unlucky guys didn't count. The main reason was that He Ping'an wanted to find out which powerful people he could make friends with. He didn't have time to investigate, so he could only use some special means to influence them.

Actually, it is not He Pingan's fault for being cold-blooded. It was mainly because after they explained what they knew, He Pingan felt that their beliefs were not firm at all and that they were forced to believe in communism. So he showed mercy and sent them to see their ancestor Changshengtian.

"Captain, this is too much money, and it will slow down our movement. Moreover, more than 30 horses running together will make quite a noise. If you still want to 'borrow' it, I suggest we find a place to hide the money first!" Balin pointed at the horses and the boxes on their backs, saying expressionlessly.

Balin was like this not because he had a problem with He Pingan, but because he was too tired to make any extra expressions. The two of them had been running back and forth for several days, and even slept on horseback. He was not the pervert like He Pingan, so of course he would be tired. In fact, no matter how perverted He Pingan was, he was also very tired at this time.

"This money is probably enough for Mr. Lou to 'make friends'. Even if they are 'brothers', we can't let them ruin their families to help them out! Let's go home!" With the money in hand, he also roughly figured out who to 'make friends' with. The mission of this trip has been completed. He Ping'an looked at the direction and headed towards the China-Mongolia border.