As the 9th Company of Engineering was heading towards Long Kang with singing, Guan Fei was receiving a group of people headed by Deputy Commander Peng Desheng of the Northeast Military Region next door.

During a regular military inspection in the morning, he learned that someone had come from the Northeast Military Region next door, and their deputy commander Peng Desheng led the team himself. As soon as he got the news, he rushed back immediately and asked political commissar Zhang Shengguo, deputy brigade commander Sun Yaohua, brigade chief staff Yu Baihai, and civil affairs director Zhao Zhonghua to accompany him.

Peng Desheng is very interesting. He is a fruit root man.

The so-called fruit root is actually the descendant of the Ming army who fled to Weishi with the last emperor Yongli in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. Under the coercion of Wu Sangui's army, King Weishi confiscated all the weapons of the Ming army and handed over Emperor Yongli to Wu Sangui. After Emperor Yongli's death, these Ming army and their families were released. They followed the path they came and retreated to here. Because they were unwilling to be slaves of the crowd, they refused to leave again.

At first, they had about a few hundred families, but later they continued to reproduce, and the total population has reached 130,000.

He has always been very wary of the country and has never been willing to recognize the Chinese in China as a separate nation. In order to gain his own status, these descendants of the Ming army called themselves the Guogen tribe, meaning the decisive and brave Chinese.

After hundreds of years of life in the mountains, their social system has also degenerated into a relatively primitive chieftain system. The leader is the descendant of the Ming army general surnamed Yang.

Peng Desheng was born and raised in such an environment. When he was young, he and a group of companions entered the military teaching class of the Golden Triangle drug lord Kunsha. Later, he returned to Guogen and brought people and the army to fight guerrillas.

In the 1960s, he ran to the country, joined the People's Party, received domestic armed forces, and trained the troops. When the People's Party returned to the 1960s, he was the first to bear the brunt of the Guogen County Cheng, and the following year he defeated Menggu, and once again conquered the wooden sticks and won many battles.

But despite his great military achievements, he had no status within the People's Party. He was only appointed as the deputy commander of the Northeast Military Region, and the commander was sent by the headquarters.

Guan Fei speculated from the information that this person may not have any belief in the People's Party at all, but a warlord figure.

After the defeat of the People's Army in history, he stayed at Guogen for a long time and did not return to the People's Party headquarters. He did not go to the meeting. During the drastic changes in Eastern Europe this century, he might have expected that the global communist movement would fail, so he took the initiative to contact the ranks and surrender. At that time, the supreme head of the military government also came to talk to him, agreed to his request for national autonomy, and granted him the title of the First Special Zone.

After being recognized by the vassal party, he immediately ordered the expulsion of the troops, and all local People's Party cadres declared their separation from the People's Party.

That is, under his demonstration effect, in just a few days, the other military regions announced their change of flags and no longer accepted the command of the People's Party headquarters. They sent troops to expel them. In the end, the People's Party headquarters, which had no way out, could only retreat back to the country in disgrace. A once vigorous and vigorous stance revolution disappeared.

Guan Fei thought this person was very interesting, and when he heard him coming, he wanted to meet him.

The 291st Brigade and the Northeast Military Region are only separated by a Salwen River. They live next to each other, but they have no contact before. This person has far better qualifications than himself, and he is not interested in taking the initiative to contact this person. In his opinion, those who call themselves Fruit Gen are actually speculators and have short-sighted eyes.

Even if they still have a Chinese heart in their hearts, they yearn for the former Ming Dynasty, not the current republic system. Their tendency was seen from their youth when they took the initiative to contact the remnants of the Golden Triangle Government. Later, they defected to the country, but they could not defeat the Wisdom Army and were forced to have a helpless choice.

It would be fine to see their later actions, opening casinos to attract domestic tourists, but later they developed to cheating people and forcibly spending, then kidnapping and extortion, and threatening their families to send money to redeem them. They have completely fallen to the point of a large-scale gang of gangs.

Guan Fei can only say that what Guan Fei did to them can survive if he commits evil deeds, but he can’t live if he commits evil deeds!

To put it bluntly, the First Special Zone is just a verbal promise. The only reason why they can exist is that there is a country behind it.

Guan Fei can't think of any other comments about his backer, kidnapping his people, killing and robbing people, and seeking death.

To put it nicely, they are the style of the Shanda King, and it sounds ugly, that is the bandit robber group!

Even though there was a hint of pity for them because of their bloodlines in China, after they slashed the connection themselves, they were all cold indifference.

Sure enough, not long after, the Wild Army launched a large-scale attack on Guogen. The Guogen Army, which claimed to be invincible, was defeated and the entire territory fell into the hands of the other party. He could only escape in a hurry and his whereabouts were unknown.

You should know that at that time, the country was already slowly rising and trying to relax its tentacles to expand outward. If he had a hint of kindness to the country, the country would not be so indifferent to him. Some people even speculated that it was the country's requirement to eradicate this evil tumor!

Guan Fei knew what he did later, but he still wanted to meet him.

He doesn't want the Guogen Army, but the Guogen people are also descendants of China after all. If they have the opportunity to include these people in their own sphere of influence, then their future development path will be smoother and faster.

It was already past eleven o'clock when he came back, and the other party did not speak out directly.

Both sides praised me for having a good victory at Qiaotou and exerting the prestige of the People's Army. It was a head-on blow to the enemy's arrogance. There are talented people in the country and generations, and Guan Fei is the hope of the People's Army's future. I praise you for taking two hundred athletes to fight the enemy bravely and recovering Guogen County in one battle. Now the power of a tiger is still there, and the ambition is still the same.

Zhang Shengguo, Sun Yaohua and others, as well as several other brigade commanders, also hehe, haha, and kept beating the side drums, and they were coming and going.

Although the atmosphere was warm, there was no substantive content and it was extremely empty.

At noon, Guan Fei invited guests to have a meal together.

The dishes for lunch were not extravagant, because there were more than ten people on both sides, and they sat on two large round tables.

The dishes I brought were nothing more than stir-fried water spinach, stir-fried lettuce, stir-fried rapeseed heads, stir-fried peanuts, stir-fried corn kernels, a plate of fried fish, a plate of old bacon, and wild mushroom soup. They can all be said to be home-cooked dishes. But the portion was very large, and each dish was filled with a large bowl like a bowl, with shiny oil on it. As soon as the cook saw it, he put a lot of oil in it.

The dishes on both tables are the same.

When brothers meet, wine is definitely indispensable. Each table is filled with a bottle of Wuliangye. If you can’t drink it, there is also Qingdao Beer.

The visitor from the Northeast Military Region looked at the dishes on the table, and his throat kept rolling up and down. He was obviously drooling and his hands were unconsciously touching the chopsticks. The cadres of the 291st Brigade were much better. Although everyone was not allowed to drink alcohol, they were used to eating these dishes. They enthusiastically talked to their brothers and comrades around them to bring the relationship between the two sides closer.

They didn't know Guan Fei's attitude, and thought they were simply entertaining the brothers' troops, so they all showed positive behavior, wanting the other party to feel their kindness.

Peng Desheng looked at his subordinates absent-mindedly. Without waiting for the owner to take the chopsticks, he stared at the food on the table and couldn't help but want to start drying. He snorted in his throat and slapped heavily on the table.

Everyone else was shocked.

"Brother, why bother to be angry? Everyone has suffered a lot. Since they are here, just be more casual, just like at home. Come on, eat, eat!" Guan Fei did not laugh at them at this point. He picked up the chopsticks, got up, first carried a large chopsticks of water spinach and put it in the bowl.

Under his leadership, several brigade commanders of the Northeast Military Region stood up like wolves and tigers, holding the dishes they wanted to eat, and chewing them.

For the first chopsticks, they all chose bacon, not lean meat, but fatty meat.

When they stuffed it into their mouths, they couldn't wait to bite it. The mouthful of oil was sprayed out along the corners of their mouths and didn't care. They only showed an intoxicated expression. After chewing it for a few hurried times, they swallowed it all and immediately took the second chopsticks.

Peng Desheng looked at his subordinates with a look of embarrassment and said to Guan Fei awkwardly: "I'm going to make you laugh at me. This meal may be the most sumptuous meal we have had these days. If it weren't for the old man's bad appetite, he might have gotten up and snatched it like them."

"It's okay. We were like you a few days ago. When we first ate meat, we almost started fighting." Guan Fei said with a smile.

Zhang Shengguo and others all laughed.

Guan Fei said it was true, but he was not present at the time, but in Hong Kong, and he did not see it with his own eyes. The first batch of food was sent back, because there was still some spare money, so he bought a few pigs from several towns in China and sent them back to kill them to make everyone feel addicted.

As a result, the scene was so hot that in order to hold more meat and less meat, the cadres and soldiers could get on the fight. What they snatched was not lean meat, but fatty meat. The fatter the better. It is best to eat it in your mouth, and it will be oily to enjoy it.

Guan Fei originally envisioned that each soldier would be charged by one pound per day, but in fact, it consumed far more than one!

I don’t know if it was because of the excessive physical energy spent every day or because I was afraid of being hungry, but the soldiers ate the food just like they hadn’t eaten enough in their eight lifetimes. They all ate all the bowls at the fastest speed, and then got up to add the second bowl.

In the first week, the average appetite of each soldier reached 80% pounds!

At that time, Zhang Shengguo was frightened. He was afraid that the soldiers would eat badly and that the food they bought was not enough to eat, so he was frowning all day long. He asked every grassroots commander to find a way to persuade everyone that the food would definitely be transported back in a steady stream, so that the soldiers would not eat it so hard.

In the third week, the average appetite of the soldiers fell slightly, reaching one pound and five taels.

The performance of colleagues from the Northeast Military Region was actually their reappearance a month ago, so no one laughed at them. Many cadres even just symbolically stretched their chopsticks and tried to leave the good dishes for them.

Director of Civil Affairs Zhao Zhonghua even quietly ordered the kitchen team to serve another table as it was so that all the comrades who came were well and full.

Instead of chewing the wine bottle as much as his subordinates, Peng Desheng picked up the wine bottle, first filled it with Guan Fei, then poured it himself, twisted a few peanuts, chewed it slowly, then raised the wine glass, clinked the glass silently with Guan Fei, put it next to his mouth, and squeaked it down half a cup.

"Good wine! It's worthy of being Wuliangye. I have lived in Sichuan for several years and have never drunk it. It's true that it's worthy of its reputation." He praised and picked up the wine glass. This time he didn't take a sip, but took a small sip, letting the wine spread in his mouth and slowly savor it.

"Have you been in Sichuan?" Guan Fei also slowly ate peanuts and said strangely.

"Yes. Nine years ago, my brothers and I failed to compete for the position and fled to the country. At that time, I felt hopeless. Thinking that my ancestral home was from Sichuan, I simply went back to Sichuan to return to my roots and then become a plain commoner." Peng Desheng said with a memory look, his expression was very complicated. After a while, he spoke, "I didn't expect that things in the world would be impermanent, and I finally returned here. I originally planned to do something, but judging by the situation in front of me, the People's Army only dared to send small teams and attack enemy posts from time to time, and kept blowing around as a great victory..."

"The difficulties are temporary. As long as we are not discouraged, we will always win." Guan Fei calmly took a sip of wine and said lightly.

"For the time being?" Peng Desheng smiled bitterly and said, "Do you know, the base area has been out of food long ago! Last time, Mutoupo was defeated, and everyone was too late to escape, so they threw everything away. My troops went up the mountain to pick wild vegetables every day, and they almost vomited green water in their mouths. They were almost unable to survive this life, so what else can they say to go back!"

Guan Fei said in surprise: "How could this happen? Does the headquarters ignore it?"

"Don't talk about the headquarters!" Peng Desheng became furious when he talked about the headquarters. He slapped the table and scared the other brigade commanders who were eating voraciously so scared that they almost threw away the things in their hands. He glared at these people, "Eat yours! What do you think!"

The people quickly lowered their heads and continued to eat theirs, but the movements were much smaller.

"Brother, you are also the first old soldier to join the People's Army. Are you not sure about the headquarters? That's great definiteism! Damn, from the General Secretary to the Standing Committee, and even the members, they are all his mother tribe members! I beat him to death and then became a deputy commander, and I have to listen to them!" Peng Desheng cursed angrily, and sighed, "What's the use of saying this now? The headquarters moved to the south. When they arrived, they would arrest landlords and rich peasants. To put it bluntly, they still wanted food. But you also know the harvest here. They have to drink thin food for half a year. Even if they grab grain, how much can they rob? I think, if the country doesn't care, the People's Party will break up sooner or later!"

It turns out that I wanted to break up long ago!

Guan Fei didn't say anything, put down the wine glass in his hand, pondered for a while, and said slowly: "Actually, I still have some food here, and I can still hold on for the time being. My brother is so difficult now, I can't sit and watch it. This way, if I have a bite of food in the future, I will have your brother's. I asked the soldiers to slid their belts and provide you with 70 tons of rice every month, enough for two thousand people to eat. Do you think it's okay? But, I plan to do something here, want to level the land and build a house, and there are fewer people. If the Northeast Military Region can let the people come to work, I am willing to pay them a wage according to the standard of one and a half pounds of rice per day!"

"real?"

Peng Desheng came today, but he actually asked for help, but he expected the best result, and he didn't expect Guan Fei to be so happy.

He is nominally a military region, and he also has two division commanders and four brigade commanders. The total number of people is actually only one thousand!

Seventy tons of rice are enough for them to eat with open stomachs!

As for letting the people come to work, they are even more incomparable! One pound and a half pound of rice per person a day, and ten thousand people will be 15,000 pounds of rice! Take it home and make it into porridge and everyone can live a life. He can't find such a good thing even with a lantern!

Although Guan Fei's words have many conflicts, such as tightening his belt to help him, he simply regarded it as a ritual and dispersed when it was blown. How could he invite someone to work without food? Such casual lies have no value at all.

OK, since you didn't say how many people came here, I'd just organize more.

Twenty thousand and thirty thousand, or even more! Anyway, there are more than 100,000 people in the fruit root, so it is not a problem to organize tens of thousands of people, let alone I pay any price. One more person, one more portion of food, and I will collect it directly from the people at that time.
Chapter completed!