20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 329 Gunsmoke

Fengtian Old General's Mansion, the Martial Arts Lecture Hall of the Three Eastern Provinces.

The afternoon sun slanted in through the glass window.

In the class, more than twenty young people were chatting and laughing quietly, waiting for the instructor to come and teach everyone.

Zhao Zhengbei was dressed in a straight army cadet uniform. At first glance, he looked very upright and capable, but upon closer inspection, he still couldn't hide his aura of dissoluteness.

He has been studying in the martial arts hall for more than half a semester. He eats and sleeps with the students around him and is already familiar with each other.

When he first arrived, Zhao Zhengbei was still a little scared.

Although he had studied hard at home for a year and was no longer illiterate, he was still sharpening his skills in battle, so he was inevitably timid.

But not long after he registered, he discovered that many students around him didn't seem to be much better than him in terms of knowledge.

The martial arts hall still follows the old system, and most of the students it recruits are selected and recommended by the army division; and the current army division is based on the patrol battalions of the past; and the patrol battalions of the past were mixed with a large number of bandits and gangsters. Xiangyong.

In this way, the quality of the students selected is naturally evident.

The students looked around in confusion and whispered among themselves.

Zhao Zhengbei stood up and asked: "Instructor Wang, this class is not over yet, how about the test?"

"What's going on? What time is it? Why isn't the instructor here yet?"

The clear "click" sound of military boots came from the corridor, and the steps were fast and urgent.

Upon hearing the sound, Zhao Zhengbei and others immediately sat upright.

"Who knew, he's still telling us to be punctual every day!"

He walked up to the podium with a "dong dong dong" sound, put his hands on the edge of the table, glanced seriously at the students in the audience, pondered for a moment, and said: "The last class today is not about theory, but about theory. status quo!"

Such classroom discipline, if it were normal, the instructor would definitely be furious.

Over time, Zhao Zhengbei gained the nickname "Captain Pistol" in the academy.

Zhao Zhengbei gradually felt calmer.

"Hush! Listen, it's coming, it's coming!"

"Last lesson?"

Although he was often at the bottom in the "subjects", he performed well in the "skills", especially in shooting, which even the instructors were ashamed of.

The instructor looked to be in his thirties, with a frown on his face and a cloud of worry hanging over his head.

The classroom door was pushed open, and all the students stood up suddenly. Just as they were about to speak, they were interrupted by the instructor who walked in with a wave of his hand.

The students began to stir.

"sit down!"

Looking around, I saw either the son of the battalion commander or the son of a wealthy family, all relying on connections and using the back door.

Zhao Zhengbei was a little confused. He looked at each other with the other students, obeyed the order, and sat down slowly.

Today, he didn't say anything. He just turned around and hung a map of Feng Province's land and sea on the blackboard.

The light beam in the classroom slowly moves from the blackboard to the podium.

"No more exams."

"No more exams?"

Hearing this, some of the students were secretly happy, some were suspicious, but the smart ones were already frowning, holding their breath and concentrating.

Instructor Wang did not give any explanation for this, but went straight to the point: "Currently, the capital is dealing with the Japanese aggressors on the 21 Articles. The negotiation process is not going smoothly. The Japanese aggressors are frequently putting pressure on them and are preparing to use force to intimidate them. !”

He picked up the pointer and clicked three times on the map around the Bohai Sea.

"Right now, the Japanese invaders are gathering troops, both by sea and land, to send troops to Jiaozhou Bay, Beijing, Tianjin, and Luda to suppress the border. It is expected that the number of troops will increase by as many as 30,000 this time, especially in Luda!"

His pointer seemed to be leading thousands of enemy troops, advancing northward along the South-Manchuria Railway on the map, and finally stopped at the provincial capital Fengtian.

"The latest news from the military is that the number of garrison troops in the Fengtian annex has increased sharply."

This time, there was silence in the classroom.

No one could laugh anymore, everyone knew what it meant.

"At present, it seems that the Japanese invaders are probably just bluffing, but we must take strict precautions to avoid being deliberately provoked by individual Japanese invaders. Commander Zhang has given orders to assemble the entire army in case of unpreparedness. Although you have not graduated yet, but He is also a soldier and needs to obey orders."

Speaking of this, Instructor Wang suddenly stood up.

"Everyone, the current situation is unpredictable. The martial arts hall is temporarily suspended. Everyone returns to the dormitory to pack their luggage. At six o'clock tomorrow morning, we will gather at Peking University Camp and wait for orders!"

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The student dormitory of Jiangwu Hall.

Zhao Zhengbei stepped on the package and tied the luggage with hemp rope. The students who slept with him were also busy doing their own work.

While everyone was packing up their scattered items, they were all talking about it. "Hey, you said, we're not really going to fight, right?"

"Who are you asking? Isn't your father the battalion commander? Doesn't he have any gossip?"

“I didn’t even hear about this happening last time I went home!”

"Oh my God! Brothers, we are not so unlucky, right? We have just been a trainee for three to five months, and now there is going to be a war? Tsk! Who said I'm scared to death? I'm not afraid of giving to the motherland. Isn’t it embarrassing?”

Everyone laughed.

Zhao Zhengbei packed up his luggage, stepped on the mattress, and said with a smile: "Just hit him! What are you afraid of? Have you never killed a kid? I have!"

"You blow it!"

"Zhengbei, having said that, you are a very accurate shooter. You must be a good shot when it comes to fighting. Unlike my brothers, if there is a fight, we will have to dig trenches."

"Nonsense! Have you ever seen anyone from the martial arts hall go out to dig trenches?"

"But we didn't graduate!"

"You're not cannon fodder even if you haven't graduated. We're reserve troops at most, so don't worry!"

Zhao Zhengbei stopped participating in the discussion, and instead picked up his luggage, preparing to take the first step, but when he turned around, he saw that the fat guy on the bed opposite him had not packed his things, but was leaning on the cabinet and writing furiously.

"Hey, little fat guy, what are you doing?" Zhao Zhengbei asked, "If you don't pack your things, the martial arts hall will be closed soon."

Xiaopang is not really fat, but his face is a bit fat. His surname is Lin, and he is nineteen years old.

He read the most books in the whole dormitory. When he had nothing to do, he often read novels to everyone, including "The Legacy of La Traviata in Paris".

Although he repeatedly emphasized that this was a tragedy, everyone just wanted to hear the details of the rich young man marrying a bitch.

When Xiaopang heard Bei Feng calling him, he subconsciously covered the letter in front of him and laughed dryly: "Ah, I'll pack it up right away."

"What are you writing about?" Zhao Zhengbei asked curiously.

"No...nothing!"

The more Xiaopang pretended to be relaxed, the more interest he aroused the interest of Zhao Zhengbei and others.

Finally, everyone worked together and captured him in one fell swoop, then turned to read the contents of the letter.

Zhao Zhengbei stumbled and read: "Respecting father and loving mother... Since ancient times, there has been a dilemma between loyalty and filial piety... But today, something has invaded, and my son's seven-foot body has been sacrificed to the country... something... but he has rebuilt the mountains and rivers with his flesh and blood... something... ...The grace of kneeling at breasts brings tears of thought...Lin Zhidong's masterpiece."

When everyone heard this, they burst into laughter.

"Why are you so pretentious? You haven't said you want to fight yet. Aren't you cursing yourself?"

Xiaopang grabbed the letter and defended with some embarrassment: "Hey! I was just writing for fun!"

"Defend your family and country, don't be pretentious!" Another student said with a smile, "Hey, what are you doing here to teach martial arts?"

"Me? Protect our home and country! Zhengbei, what are you doing here?"

Zhao Zhengbei opened the door, turned around and said with a smile: "Isn't this a coincidence? I am also here to protect my family and my country!"

Everyone joked with each other and walked out of the dormitory, left the martial arts lecture hall of the Old General's Mansion, took their luggage and went home, meeting to meet in the city early tomorrow morning and report to Beida Camp together.

After walking for about half an hour, Zhao Zhengbei finally returned to the Jiang family mansion.

"Brother, sister-in-law, I'm back!"

As soon as he passed through the entrance hall, Zhao Zhengbei couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

But in the living room, Jiang Lianheng was sitting on the armrest sofa, with a piece of red checkered letter paper spread out on the coffee table in front of him.

Zhang Zhengdong leaned against the window sill, Wang Zhengnan sat diagonally across from Brother Dao, and Li Zhengxi stood behind the sofa, leaning on the backrest with both elbows, smoking silently.

The atmosphere in the room was extremely solemn.

Jiang Lianheng slowly raised his head and asked, "Is it a holiday?"

"No, no, they said there might be a war, so the martial arts hall is temporarily suspended."

Zhao Zhengbei put down his luggage at the door, walked forward with some confusion, glanced at the list on the coffee table, and asked: "Brother Dao, what's wrong with you? Is there something going on at home?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Song's mother suddenly came down the stairs and said, "Master, grandma said that she saw the north wind coming back upstairs just now?"

"Ah, it's me!" Zhao Zhengbei leaned forward and said.

Song's mother nodded and said, "Then I'll go back and tell grandma."

"Hey, Mother Song, please find someone to order me a bowl of noodles! I haven't eaten yet!"

Song Ma responded and immediately went over to take care of things.

Zhao Zhengbei then turned around, looked at everyone, and asked: "Um...who among you can tell me?"

(End of this chapter)