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Chapter 286
In the morning of that day, it was only in the early eleven o'clock, and Ma Dazhi had been out for more than an hour, and returned to the camp with a few guards on horseback.

From the high-spirited look on his face, it shows that the process of his going to the camp this time must have been very smooth.

The fact is the same. At that time, Hu Biao and Yang Dongli were rolling up their sleeves, picking up a small axe, and chopping a pile of sheep bones hard, planning to make a big pot of sauce skeleton.

Soon after, he was invited into the tent of Ma Dazhi's battalion commander.

As soon as he entered, Ma Dazhi told his two newly recognized younger brothers with excitement that his morning activities went very smoothly.

Under his brother-in-law's go-between, he had already agreed with Tong Guan and Tong Taishi's subordinate Xuanzan that Ma Dazhi could be directly transferred to Tong Guan's Shengjie Army as long as [-] Guan's property was in place.

Although after the transfer, he was not promoted in his position, but was demoted by half a level.

However, the Shengjie Army was a pro-military force established by Tong Guan when he was in charge of military affairs in Shaanxi Province and Xixia.

The sergeants were selected from various armies, and each one was a generation of burly men with superb martial arts skills. The total number of them was only 5000.

Compared with the current Hu Biao and the others, they were temporarily recruited on Hebei West Road before the war, and they were militia-like infantry battalions.

How can there be a concept between the two? The huge difference is like the modern plane. The elite troops of the Long Live Army and a certain reserve force, the officers in them will be a concept.

So for such a matter, Ma Dazhi is naturally very willing in his heart.

There is only one purpose for coming back now, to make Hu Biao and Yang Dongli, two people, take advantage of them, and rush to make money.

It's like Hu Biao spent [-] yuan to buy an official position as the head of an infantry battalion. So is this price expensive?

Of course it is expensive, even a little outrageous.

They don't even need to guess, they all know that Ma Dazhi and his brother-in-law who don't know the name, the two must have made a fortune in it, and they have the practice of falsely reporting the price.

God knows it's [-]%, [-]%, or even half that much.

But that's not how the accounts are calculated. Hu Biao's time is extremely precious, even if it saves half a day, it is extremely worthwhile to spend [-] pennies.

Besides, these artificial freshwater cultured pearls, even if they were selected by Hu Biao at that time, were all high-quality ones.

Each one needs to be 10 mm in diameter, with a rounded shape and good gloss; but when purchased in large quantities, the price is not much higher.

Some colors cost 1000 yuan a piece, while white ones are only 100 yuan a piece.

Such a price may not be considered cheap for Hu Biao, who used to be a delivery boy, but it is not a thing at all now.

Selling a chicken blood stone on the public account bought a lot of cultured pearls back.

Based on the above considerations, Hu Biao and Yang Dongli looked at each other secretly.

Comrade Lao Yang took out a bag from his bosom, counted out a total of 40 white pearls from it, and put it in Ma Dazhi's hand.

After receiving the pearl, Ma Dazhi and the two of them looked at each other with a smile, as if everything was kept in silence.

In fact, the process of Hu Biao and others' drilling operation can be so smooth.

It has a lot to do with their mixed-brand infantry battalion, which is just some newly recruited cannon fodder warriors.

If it was replaced by other elite troops of the Western Army, Hu Biao, who has no military achievements, would have no way to rise to the position so quickly...

That afternoon, around 3:[-].

After Ma Dazhi handed over an unfinished confession to Hu Biao, it represented that such a deal between the two of them was successfully completed.

Ma Dazhi was in a hurry because he was in a hurry to report to Sheng Jiejun.

Even Hu Biao's invitation to them to have some wine and meat in the evening before leaving was not accepted.

But this is not important, what is important is that before Ma Dazhi left, he summoned all the leaders, generals, and guards in the battalion, these low-level officers.

It was publicly announced that Hu Biao had taken over his post, and those people bowed to him; Ma Dazhi was useless to Hu Biao and the others in a short period of time.

And Hu Biao became the nominal supreme commander of this miscellaneous infantry battalion.

In the ensuing time, a group of veterans of the Xuan Ge Battalion acted as if they were racing against time in the limited time according to the planned plan.

It's just that the so-called planning depends on people, and success depends on heaven.

Some of the changes in the follow-up process were a little unexpected for the people who made the original plan.

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The next day, that is, May 24th in the fourth year of Xuanhe.

The second day Hu Biao became Commander Hu, the first ten days before the Liao army was completely beaten into dogs.

After nightfall, standing in front of a steaming cauldron, Wang Donglai, also known as Fengche, is said to be a rookie with a European-style sword and a Miao knife.

While waving the spoon, he yelled loudly in his mouth:

"Don't be in a hurry, today's soup cakes and meat are enough, so you can vomit until you eat~"

Amid such yelling, a group of daredevils wearing red war jackets with right lapels and covered in dust all held a big bowl in their hands, their eyes full of indescribable expectations.

There is a huge expectation in my heart to be able to eat another delicious meal.

As for the previous battalion commander Ma Dazhi, after they ate a rich and delicious meal last night compared to Chinese New Year, they basically completely forgot about it.

What surprised them even more was that the delicious food last night was not a flash in the pan, but just the beginning.

This morning, they ate big meat-stuffed buns. The yellowed white noodles were filled with large pieces of beef.

I ate small rice at noon, but on each bowl of rice, a large spoonful of braised mutton was added.

Not to mention the braised mutton with scallions and other condiments, it was just plain rice, but after being soaked in the mutton soup, they almost swallowed their tongues.

Tonight, although it is noodles known as soup cakes.

But can the noodles made by modern people be in the same situation as gang leaders?
In the strong hand-rolled noodles, there is a large spoonful of large slices of beef piled on top. Even a modern person like Fengche would not let go of this kind of beef noodles until he finished two bowls.

After all, they have a lot of training during the day, and their physical strength is quite serious, and they need a lot of food supplements.

In this way, under the continuous action of Feng Che, who turned into a cafeteria aunt, he poured pot after pot of noodle soup into the bowls of his soldiers.

In such a situation, until the hundreds of big-bellied men in the camp, now they can hardly eat much.

"Old man, I'm bah! There are so many code names, why did you pick this shameless one?"

Fengche first said something in his mouth, and then complained about Wu Tie's code name; then he changed the subject, and asked about something that he had been thinking about for a long time today:
"Old Tie, I heard that those veterans have a trump card against these daredevils tonight. What is it?"

After hearing the words, he was on the side, also holding a big spoon in his hand, he was the old man in charge of beating the beef stew.

The owner of the blacksmith shop, who had been single for many years, showed a very distressed expression on his face, and said bitterly:
"I don't know very well, that is, I overheard instructor Fengrui say a little bit.

Because of the limited time left, it is too late to slowly let them return to their hearts; therefore, we must make some serious news. It seems that there will be a meeting tonight to arouse the hatred of these brave fighters towards the Liao soldiers, and let them A little more combative.

I don't know more specifically, because the war elephant ignored me and even strictly prohibited me from approaching within five meters of him. "

While saying this, Lao Tie touched his waist, showing a dull pain and a feeling of pleasure, two different emotions intertwined.

That's because on his waist, the war elephant, who was a little annoyed during the day, kicked out after holding back his strength, and kicked directly three meters away.

So much so that even now, his waist is still a little uncomfortable.

It's just that on this guy's face, there was an expression of joy mixed with pain. After Fengche saw it, he couldn't help but spit out another sentence:
"The same is true for the big ocean horse, War Elephant. Old Tie is so cheap, why do you still want to reward him?"

However, after spouting a sentence, Fengche's doubts became even bigger:
"Reminiscing about bitterness and thinking about sweetness? Is there going to be a Reminiscence of Bitterness and Thinking about Sweetness later in the meeting, and mobilize these people to tell about the family history of pain; should I say it or not, these old birds really know how to play?"

It was only in the following time, when Hu Biao and other veterans showed their true means.

Fengche, Li San, Laotie, gust of wind, smelly old fart and other rookie netizens were all in shock, completely dumbfounded...

(End of this chapter)