Every village of the Cossacks has a military association, which is responsible for unification and coordination. When war is needed, they will be summoned as soon as possible and gathered together to go to the battlefield. This has the same effect as domestic branches built on companies.
A village is like a company, which is scattered in normal times and all soldiers in war.
Although the Cossacks expressed doubts and doubts about Xiao He's words, they still brought them to the village's military association to make sure that they had no weapons.
"No one can refuse your offer," Yan Fenghuo said sincerely to Xiao He.
"This is confidence," Xiao He said with a smile: "If you have 70% of the world's wealth behind you, then you can become a person like me. Yan Fenghuo, I think you should become a businessman, or
Politician, you have a talent for this."
"Oh? How do you say that?" Yan Fenghuo asked with a smile.
"I know how to flatter a horse by licking my beard, and the licking sound is nice, and the flattering of the horse is natural, haha."
"No, that's called sincerity." Yan Fenghuo stared at Xiao He and said: "Cossack warriors are worthy of respect. They are born warriors and they will be warriors throughout their lives. You will not understand this, nor can you understand it."
Xiao He just smiled at Yan Fenghuo's words. Maybe he understood, maybe he didn't understand, but it didn't make any difference at all. He just needed someone to sacrifice his life for him. As for what kind of warrior he was who sacrificed his life...
...There is no difference between a clown who works hard and a warrior. The only difference lies in the way of writing. One is a "clown" and the other is a "warrior".
The conversation between the two people was entirely in Mandarin, which the Cossacks couldn't understand. But even if they did, it didn't matter. There was nothing to avoid.
The Military Association is located in the easternmost part of the village. It is an extremely ordinary house. To be more precise, it is a villager's house. When they entered the door, they saw children playing and there were still things in the yard.
Various farm tools.
A lame old man wearing a former Soviet-style military coat sat on the threshold, watching the group of children playing. When two strangers walked in under the leadership of the police, all eyes were focused on them.
The strong Cossack man who was leading just now stepped forward and bowed respectfully to the lame old man, his face full of respect from the bottom of his heart.
"Who are they?" the lame old man asked, pointing to Yan Fenghuo and Xiao He.
"Dear Stockman, these are strangers from Yuanfang who claim to be able to solve our needs." The strong Cossack man replied respectfully.
"Oh." The lame old man said, turned away and stopped talking.
This old man has a very high status, and there are clear scars and pits on his cheeks covered with gray beard. His right ear is missing, and the blade is flat and cut off at the root. These wounds are all traces of battle, which should be
He is a Cossack warrior worthy of everyone's respect.
"You should salute him." Yan Fenghuo whispered to Xiao He.
"You should indeed salute, considering his age." Xiao He nodded, stepped forward and saluted the old man.
He made it very clear that his salute was only a salute to the old man's age. As for other aspects, it was completely outside the scope of salute, because no one could let Xiao He salute, not even the President of the United States.
The old Cossack's eyes were on Xiao He, his cloudy eyeballs were still cloudy, but he opened his mouth and smiled.
A smile was enough, proving that Xiao He's behavior won the favor of the other party. Not only did he win the favor of the old man, but he also won the favor of the Cossack warrior next to him.
This is just like how others respect your parents and you will have a good impression of others. There is no difference.
"Who are they?" A powerful man in riding boots and military uniform walked out, looking at Yan Fenghuo and Xiao He with a pair of bold and unrestrained eyes, and then his eyes fell on the strong Cossack man who brought them here.
"A warrior, a..."
"Just think of me as a businessman." Xiao He smiled, took a step forward, extended his right hand to the mighty man and introduced himself: "My name is Xiao He, and I am here for friendship."
Standing in front of the big man, Xiao He looked extremely weak. He was only 1.75 meters tall, and he was not a warrior. The big man was a full two meters tall, and his whole body was covered with extremely powerful muscles hidden under his clothes. It seemed that as long as he exerted force
, the clothes that are bound to the body will burst, revealing a steel body like a berserker.
The big man frowned, stretched out his hand and shook it with Xiao He.
At the moment of shaking hands, Yan Fenghuo clearly saw the painful expression on Xiao He's face, and could even hear the snapping sound of bones.
Xiao He endured the pain of his right hand being clamped tightly by the iron pliers. There was still a calm smile in his eyes, even though the muscles in his cheeks were twitching because of the pain.
"You are a businessman." The big man let go of his hand and smiled on his face.
The moment he let go of his hand, the feeling of going from hell to heaven appeared on Xiao He's face, and the relief after the pain was clearly shown on his face.
"I am indeed a businessman." Xiao He smiled bitterly, looking extremely helpless.
You have to adapt to the environment in any place. There is no doubt that Xiao He will adapt, but he is not used to it yet.
"Are you a warrior?" The big man extended his right hand to Yan Fenghuo.
His right hand is extremely rough, and the palm of his hand is full of calluses, especially the calluses at the base of his thumb which are extremely hard. Holding a gun for a long time and working hard for a long time have made these hands strong and hard, no different from steel.
Yan Fenghuo stretched out his hand and held it tightly with the other party.
The moment he held it, a powerful force came crashing over him, which was quite an overwhelming feeling.
"I am a warrior." Yan Fenghuo smiled: "No less a warrior than a Cossack warrior."
"Click! Click!..."
The sound of bones cracking could be heard clearly, and the two people's palms held together began to attack each other, using their strength to conquer each other.
There was a look of surprise in the eyes of the big Cossack man, and he stared at Yan Fenghuo. He found that he could not conquer this warrior with an oriental face, and the opponent's hand strength was not much worse than his.
At this time, Yan Fenghuo was really miserable. He was not a strong person in the first place, but he met a strong one. But he could only hold on, and let his face show relaxation, and tried his best.
Resistance comes from the power of the hand.
"You are a warrior." The Cossack man nodded approvingly, let go of his hand and said: "I am Yerov, welcome to you, please come in."
The big man readily extended his hand and motioned for them to enter the house.
When his hand was released, Yan Fenghuo breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart and showed a wry smile that was just like Xiao He's. His right hand was shaking uncontrollably, and his muscles were beating crazily after the pressure was relaxed.
But they were temporarily recognized and qualified to talk to each other.
"Thank you." Xiao He thanked Yan Fenghuo.
"You're welcome, as long as you help me settle my affairs." Yan Fenghuo smiled and strode towards the house.
Not everyone can be recognized by the Cossacks. People here advocate force and look down on the weak. If Xiao He was just one person, it would be difficult for him to get here. Being able to get here is not the recognition of him by the Cossacks, but the recognition of Yan Fenghuo.
Warrior recognition.
This is not Xiao He's advantage, his advantage lies in negotiation