Early the next morning, Mao Wenchen took all the senior officials from Beisui to see off a unit that escorted military horses, food and grass.

The general in charge of this escort mission did not expect that so many senior officials would see him off. He was moved and burst into tears. He knelt in front of Mao Wenchen and others and sweared to the sky that he would complete the mission to the death and would never let down the court's trust in him.

However, the general had no idea, and Mao Wenchen and others were not here to send him off.

Only Mao Wenchen and Wei Zheng knew that their fat lord was hidden in this logistics force with almost zero combat power.

Wukong sat on a grain truck, waved his hands to Mao Wenchen and the others with a smile, and then followed the logistics brigade and headed north together.

"Doll, you are joining the army at such a young age. Can your family get off with peace of mind?" The middle-aged man who was driving the car asked Wukong.

Hearing the question from his companion, Wukong replied with a smile: "What's there to worry about? We are just a grain transport force, and we don't have to go to the battlefield, so there is no danger at all." At this point, Wukong turned his eyes and asked thief.

"Uncle, I heard that the oil and water in the grain transport team are very large? Can you tell me, how can I take advantage of it?" After that, Wukong blinked his big eyes and waited for his companion's answer with anticipation.

When the middle-aged man heard this question from Wukong, he was shocked. After he looked around, he whispered to Wukong with a reproachful look on his face and said in a low voice: "Hey..., you little fat kid are so brave! Do you know that if those people hear you, you will be finished!" After that, he glared at Wukong fiercely.

Wukong knew who those middle-aged people were talking about, but he pretended to be scared and asked his companion nervously: "Uncle, don't scare me. I'm just talking, isn't this possible?"

"Tell me? You fat kid, you are so light. Let me tell you, I have been a veteran for decades. Since Yang Kuang's time, I have been in the army with mule and sheep." After saying this proudly, the veterans' companions looked serious and continued to say to Wukong.

"If it were the past, our transportation unit would be the most beautiful job in the army. Not only did we have wine and meat, we could also get a lot of oil and water from it, and there was no danger." When he said this with a smile, he saw that Wukong was very serious and continued to drink a sip of water.

"But now, our Dasui army has very strict military discipline and cannot use any bad ideas at all! Fat kid, don't talk nonsense, let me tell you. There are many secret spies hidden in our team! If..." When he said this, the veteran suddenly stopped talking and began to look at Wukong with a suspicious look on his face.

Of course, Wukong knew the idea of ​​the veteran, so he urged the veteran with anticipation, "Uncle, why don't you say it anymore? Let's continue talking, what is the secret agent?" After that, he looked at the other party curiously.

"This kid looks stupid, it shouldn't be a spy." Thinking of this, the veteran breathed a sigh of relief and continued to preach to Wukong with a smile.

"You little fat kid are talking nonsense. The spy is a big shot, very powerful! Well... Let me tell you this. Dasui never owes food and pay, nor does the military leader dare to embezzle food and pay. It is the credit of these spys." At this point, the veteran was afraid that Wukong would not understand, so he quickly continued to explain.

"Let me tell you this, the spy is a hero who punishes evil and eliminates evil. Anyone who does something illegal or illegal will definitely not escape their eyes! So, Fatty, our military salary is already very high. You must not commit suicide by yourself and do anything that violates military rules." At this point, the veteran suddenly realized and said excitedly, then asked Wukong with a smile.

"Fatty kid, you don't know the military rules yet, right? Come on, uncle will teach you now, so that you can save you from making mistakes at that time." After that, the veteran began to sing the song "Three Disciplines and Eight Points of Attention" by Wukong.

"Every soldier of Dasui must remember the three major disciplines and eight points of attention; first, obey the command of all actions and be consistent in one's pace to win; second, do not take the people's needle and thread, and the people support me and like me; third, everything seized should be returned to the public, and strive to reduce the burden on the people. We must do the three major disciplines, and do not forget the eight points of attention; first, be reconciled to speak, respect the people and do not act proud; second, the price of the transaction should be fair, and the public should not be overbearing when buying and selling; third, if you borrow something, don't lose it if you return it in person; fourth, if you damage the thing, you will compensate at the price.

Fifth, no beating or scolding people, and domineering style is firmly overcome; Sixth, the care of the people's crops, and notice them everywhere in marching and fighting; Seventh, no teasing women, and bad habits must be changed; Eighth, no abuse of prisoners, no beating or scolding, and no searching for their pockets; everyone abides by discipline, must be conscious and supervise each other, and do not violate them; Dasui military discipline must be clearly remembered, Dasui army loves the people everywhere; defend Dasui always move forward, and Dasui people support and welcome them." With the veterans singing the sonorously, all the veterans who escorted the food and grass began to sing loudly and neatly.

In this way, the entire army, with a proud smile on their faces, walked neatly to the north under the respectful gaze of the people along the way.

No one noticed that on a small mound, there were dozens of tourists wearing straw hats watching the food and grass troops moving away.

A short stature of a gangster suddenly stretched out a flawless jade hand and pointed at Wukong, who was singing loudly at this moment.

"Fang Yeyu, I don't have a slave yet. Go and help me catch the meatball kid." The owner of the jade hand turned his head and said to the same short companion beside him.

After pondering for a moment, Fang Yeyu said seriously: "No! We sneaked into the south this time to inquire about military information for the master. Since the facts and facts of the Sui people have been found out, we must return to the royal court immediately! Zhen Sushan, I am the person in charge of this operation, you must listen..." Before he finished speaking, Zhen Sushan snorted coldly, swung his sleeves and walked down the hill.

As Zhen Sushan left, more than a dozen cloaked warriors followed her without saying a word and left the mound.

When these people walked away, Fang Yeyu suddenly stomped his feet in anger, bowed his hand to the tall warrior beside him and asked: "Teacher Li, Sushan's identity is very special. In order to cooperate smoothly with the forces behind her, I..., I want to invite..., Teacher Li, to catch that little fat man." After that, he lowered his head and nervously waited for the warrior's reply.

After half a minute, Fang Yeyu never heard the man's reply, so he secretly raised his head. However, the middle-aged man in front of him had long since gone where he went and disappeared on the mound.

Seeing that Teacher Li left, Fang Yeyu had a breath of energy for a short time. Then, he smiled and led the rest of the warriors to leave the small mound.
Chapter completed!