Ten Mile Room

Yeats Thirty, Zhongcang Military Service Agency.

Honestly, the jukebox was singing a decadent song, and the three-story chandelier with gold-plated steel body was shining with strange white light on the roof.

Under the light, Jiang Gezi crossed his arms in a bored posture, and slumped on a four-person sofa covered in green leather. One of his legs was resting on a low green leather pier, and he was trying on a pair. , special military boots suitable for trekking in the wild.

Mr. Mao Jian was half kneeling, with the attitude of a junior treating his elders with respect. Holding the boots in his hand, he personally helped him try them on.

As for Lian Yanzi, there are the two of Yu Dongchi.

Because of their poor performance, Jiang Gezi had kicked them out of the team unceremoniously, and he didn't want to see their two dean's Wanniang faces for two hours.

What do you mean he is still young?

He has never seen anything!He has a lot more visual experience than them... a lot more experience than several hard drives!

Besides?Will the brochure die?

Jiang Gezi was in a bad mood and was venting his grievances. Beside him, several soldiers from the welfare agency lined up, delivering things from the warehouse box by box.

Boxes of unbranded red wine, unbranded military shirts, military socks, military blankets, canned food, high-energy candy, and special offerings such as military daggers, military kettles, and military compasses, all of which are regarded as local products by Jiang Gezi Buy it as usual, and prepare to go back to Laosanxiang for a big delivery.

The military service agency is actually a place that only serves soldiers internally.

Here, things are really durable, such as high-grade liquor that is strictly controlled outside of [-] degrees, such as Qiming brand.

Two or two bottles in the folk are three hundred yuan, but here as long as the military ticket is required, the price of each bottle is about fifty yuan.

Still open supply!As long as you have a military ticket.

Jiang Gezi has a lot of military tickets in his hand, and dozens of pennies is quite a lot of money. As soon as he joined the service agency, he was like a mouse falling into a rice bowl, and he quickly entered into a kind of buying, buying, buying!prodigal status.

Not to mention being in Gale, even on Earth, as an imposing man, he has an inexplicable yearning and affection for military products.

In fact, it's not just him!

In this room with an area of ​​more than 400 square meters, with the swing of the sofa, there are small shopping groups formed by groups of soldiers everywhere.

According to regulations, military tickets and civilian banknotes are exchanged at a ratio of one to one. However, the military dealers who resell military tickets here have already raised the price to one to three.

They recycle military tickets at high prices, buy domestic supplies, and finally resell them to the civilian market. Once they come and go, as long as they are familiar with people and have a wide range of ways, their annual income can reach the annual salary of a senior military officer.

What's more, in the military service agency, there is low-alcohol red wine and hot tea available for free 24 hours a day.

Therefore, as long as the soldiers board the boat, they will come here to make friends when they are free. They will play Baicao cards and Baihua cards, and gamble a little money to pass the time.

The service agency culture is a core culture in the Gaelic military world.

These days, Yeats' thirty-year-old military welfare club is bustling with noise. No matter the soldiers who emerge from any corner of Kyushu, they can always bring some news that others don't know.

Moreover, most of their topics revolved around Beiyan's restricted area.

"...The Jiajia people rode war horses, pulled their entire belongings, and marched in a temperature of about thirty degrees below zero. They had the best soldiers and the strictest military discipline!

They can cross the Xupu Mountain in the severe winter in fifteen days, then fight all the way along the banks of the Wangzai River, and finally occupy the entire Peiwu Small Plain... Look at the present, everyone, we are driving the royal castle car, going up the waterway, using the last Good modern thermostatic equipment, however none of us can guarantee mission success!This is the modern soldier..."

"You said, are they still alive?"

"They? You said Jiajia? Haha! Who knows? Maybe tomorrow we go in, and suddenly a group of Jiajia people fly down from the tree. They pull ancient slingshots and hold copper head-chopping axes! That's it... ...Hahahahaha...what are you hiding? Hahahahaha..."

In the corner, wanton laughter suddenly came. Hearing the sound, Jiang Gezi didn't move his head, but leaned back.

It was sitting in the left corner of the service area, a group of middle-ranking officers wearing military uniforms from the State of Yan, and they were bragging about what everyone knew to be awesome with a group of officers from the State of Chen.

For example, Jiajia people.

2000 years ago, the Jiajia people who lived in the Beiyan area were the kings of the entire Yuanping River Basin.

They only believe in sharp battle axes, and refuse to believe in all miracles under the goddess of the earth.

The people of Yuanpinghe who have faith fought against the people of Jiaji who had no faith.However, believers lose more than they win, and their living places move backwards repeatedly.

It is said that when the Beiyan restricted area was closed, those earliest witches did not notify the Jiajia people to leave because of hatred.

In this way, the nomads with the strongest combat effectiveness in the history of Kyushu disappeared.

Mao Jian raised his face and saw that Jiang Gezi was very concerned about this matter, so he stood up, randomly took a few books related to the Jiajia people from the free bookshelf of the service agency, and offered them to Lian Yanzi with both hands.

Jiang Gezi took the book and quickly flipped through the pages. He naturally changed his foot. Mr. Mao Jian continued to hold various military boots, half kneeling, and started to serve around him again.

In the entire lobby of the Military Service Agency, Jiang Gezi was the only one making such an unflattering gesture.

He himself doesn't care, and Mr. Mao Jian doesn't feel ashamed of doing such a thing.

After all, in the inheritance system of the pole, Jiang Gezi is half of Mr. Mao Jian's mentor.According to the well-known seniority of both parties, he can be regarded as half of his father, even his grandfather.

Being pampered by a junior is not an excessive act.

Well, at least they think so.

However, the entire lobby of the military service agency does not look like this.

From time to time, people quietly glanced at this side with the corners of their eyes. Occasionally, when talking and laughing loudly, pointing and cursing, ridiculing and ridiculing language, also flew unscrupulously in the sky.

Are you a soldier?Temperament is not always so peaceful.

From their point of view, the young master sitting on the sofa is the kind of young master in the legend who came from an unknown family and only has a muddled head.

He's coming to Army Gilding!

I came to the restricted area mission to take credit for everyone!

A young master like this who doesn't distinguish between grains and grains and doesn't even have common sense of life, why should he board the boat?Why wear boots?At this time, he still didn't change his extravagant habits in the family, and let his subordinates, who are also soldiers, change his boots under the watchful eyes of everyone?

Does he think this is still the old days?

Poor Jiang Gezi was outraged by the public, but he didn't feel it at all, and he still went his own way... Well, he thought, when those two guys are gone tomorrow, he will go behind that window, um... Just look!

He swears that he is just curious and wants to see...

Soon, on the way Mr. Mao Jian rolled back with a pair of boots in his hands, an officer stretched out his foot in a mean way.

Then, the smiling Mr. Mao Jian stumbled and jumped forward. The two boots in his hand flew towards the Jiang pigeon.

The moment the incident happened, there was silence in the room, and many people were waiting to see the joke with smiles on their lips.

However, Jiang Gezi, who was reading the book, didn't even raise his head. He flipped through the pages of the book with one hand, and with a slight lift of the other hand, he caught two boots one after another.

When Mr. Mao Jian got up from the floor angrily, he first looked at Jiang Gezi, and when he realized that he had been humiliated by Mr. Gan, his face quickly turned red.

There were bursts of small laughter coming from all directions.

Mr. Mao Jian became more and more angry.

He looked around, and soon saw that the culprit was hugging his belly, lying on the green leather sofa, laughing and coughing.

Mr. Mao Jian's brain froze, and after a rush of blood, he walked to the sofa in two steps, and stretched out his hands to the officer who tripped him.

The officer who tripped Mr. Mao Jian had a contemptuous attitude and laughed loudly and said, "Sorry! Sorry! Haha! I didn't see you..."

Before the words fell, within half a second, before the officer could put away his smile, he found his head on the ceiling, and saw dead moths and flies in the chandelier shade?

At the moment, this man struggled violently.

Mr. Mao Jian's current temperament has actually completely changed from the world of liars to the world of soldiers.

In fact, Jiang Gezi had undergone rather rigorous training in a place that Jiang Gezi didn't know about.

Now he can use his hands, never speaks, and can solve problems without using his brain. He usually uses his fists to test the depth of the water first.

The officer lifted up by him was in his 40s, tall and tall, not to mention his fleshy body, and he also had a fierce look on his face.

As for Mr. Mao Jian, when he was a liar, most of them were also playing the role of a noble young master who ran away from home, and an artist who was underappreciated. Those are the types of roles that do not need to show their figure.

So he is handsome and thin.

A thin hemp stick, holding up a wild bear?

The room was quiet, and the soldiers watching the excitement were all stunned by this role reversal.

When the officer's colleagues reacted, they rushed forward.

The Military Service quickly descended into a rather rude tumult.moment!Dirty words, various drinking vessels, and even smaller leather chairs were flying in the sky.

Those people punched and kicked Mr. Mao Jian, but none of them could land on Mr. Mao Jian smoothly.

Mr. Mao Jian held the burly man's neck with one hand, and received the moves with the other hand. Occasionally, he even kicked two feet... In less than 2 minutes, the originally neat military welfare agency was mixed up by such a group of people. Mess.

But in the midst of such hustle and bustle, Jiang Gezi remained calm, he didn't leave his sofa, he just held his head, with a peaceful expression, but looked at Mr. Mao Jian with a little confusion in his mind.

how to say?He was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Mao Jian, who is a descendant of the pole, where did he go?That place, in a short period of time, quietly changed Mr. Mao Jian's personality.

There is something wrong with this.

In the chaos, someone finally shouted: "The white gloves are here!!"

In an instant, the onlookers quickly turned into good babies. They all ran to the wall of the room, and stood against the wall with pure eyes like innocent people who had done nothing.

And in the arena, only Mr. Mao Jian was left holding a burly man, and this one, who had already been pinched by him, began to roll his eyes.

The white gloves are the inspection team temporarily formed for this restricted area mission.Their role is to rectify military discipline and deal with various conflicts between the multinational forces on the airship.

In half a minute, with a burst of whistles, a group of soldiers wearing straight red uniforms, wide belts around their waists, and white gloves holding real wooden cannons entered the service agency.

"Soldier! If I were you! Just obediently let go of the people in your hands. We have been granted the right to open the wooden warehouse first and prevent all violence! You better believe me, even if you are hung in Xia Cang Square and whipped Smack you half to death, your highest officer will not have any objection to this!"

From the end of the white-glove team, a long-booted man slowly walked out. This 40-year-old man has a deep forehead, eagle eyes, hooked nose, rigorous temperament, and his whole body is full of shock. On his shoulder is a silver horned stag. Still shining with shocking light.

The floor of the military service agency is made of wood, and the sound of the officer's boots stepping on the floor is dull and majestic!

He walked up to Mr. Mao Jian and repeated what he said just now.

However, Mr. Mao Jian didn't listen to him. He still maintained his posture and only looked at Jiang Gezi.

With a sneer from the officer with the hooked nose, the trunk of the chandelier on Mr. Mao Jian's head suddenly broke from the middle, and in an instant, the metal chandelier weighing a hundred catties fell dully...

Jiang Gezi was also looking over there...

The chandelier was less than a tenth of a second away from the main trunk, and it was entangled by a vine that sprang out from nowhere, and slowly returned to its original place.

Everything happened too fast, in just an instant, the confrontation between the two sides was over.

The house was quieter.

"Maojian..."

Jiang Gezi yelled, and Mao Jian obediently threw the burly man in his hand on the floor like trash.

"shoe!"

Hearing this, Mao Jian looked left and right, and quickly found the pair of boots Jiang Gezi was wearing. He ran over, picked up the shoes, and knelt down to help Jiang Gezi put them on.

There was a burst of choking from the throat, and a rapid cough sounded...

With a calm expression in his white gloves, he walked up to Jiang Gezi step by step with his hands behind his back. First, he looked down at Jiang Gezi for a while, and then he smiled and said, "It's you? It's unexpected? A high-ranking man in the East The deputy commander-in-chief, who has made great achievements, even brought his own officers to fight in the military welfare club..."

Jiang Gezi stood up in complete indifference, stomped his feet, and said to Mr. Mao Jian, "Let's go!"

No matter who is right or who is wrong, he still has to abide by some rules.

He turned to go.

But there was a disdainful voice from behind: "Jiang Gezi... Your Excellency?"

Jiang Gezi paused, turned back to stare at the big hooked nose, and asked questioningly, "Did I fight?"

The big hooked nose was taken aback.

Jiang Gezi looked like he was performing a pantomime. He pointed to his shoulder for a three-point comparison, and then pointed to the shoulder of the man with the hooked nose for a one-to-one comparison.

After the comparison, he blinked!

The expression of the big hooked nose immediately changed into a strange one, as if he had been constipated for a month.

After Jiang Gezi's performance, he smiled and told Mao Jian: "Let's go, take my things back."

After giving the order, he looked at a certain soldier who was huddled in a corner and said, "Please, please send your product brochure to car No. 42 in Xiacang."

The whole room just watched Jiang Gezi leave with Mr. Mao Jian.

A subordinate of the hooked-nosed officer stepped out of the line. He whispered into his boss's ear and asked, "Sir? Just let him go like this?"

Where is the majesty of white gloves?

The big hooked nose had a strange expression. He first looked at his subordinate like a fool, then tapped his shoulder with his chin, and then tapped that subordinate's shoulder. After tapping, he said blankly: "Get out!"

After scolding his subordinates, this guy didn't know what he thought of, so he laughed out loud.

On the last day of the twelfth lunar month in 1888, Li Qiongsi, the fifth prince of Yan, was reminded for the first time in his life that your official position is too small, and I am two grades older than you!