Liang Sanqiu hid in a house, looking through the cracks in the bricks at the Mongolians running past on the street. These Mongolians were tall, very strong, and had ferocious faces, and some had scars on their faces. He was very surprised by what he saw.
Fear.
"Hey, Lao Liang, are there many Mongolians?" Wu Xiazi asked tremblingly behind him, holding a nine-shot rifle.
Wu Xiazi is a fortune teller who sets up a street stall and tells fortunes. He usually sets up a stall at the cross street of Flower Street. He puts up a flag and writes "Iron mouth can break the world". In addition to fortune telling, he also writes letters for others. Because his eyesight is not good, Tianyi
He couldn't see the road when he was dark, so he was nicknamed Wu Blind Man.
Liang Sanqiu sells fruit and often sets up a stall next to Wu Xiazi, so he is familiar with them. When grouping this time, a general principle is that those who are related by blood should be grouped together.
The servants all know it. The master said that this is called blood revenge. Once someone is killed in battle, others will red-eye and copy the enemy to risk their lives. This is an automatic incentive method that does not require additional rewards.
Xiao Niangpi and Lin Yueru are very aware of the master's evil deeds. No matter how you use military methods to intimidate or reward him with money, it is better to let him take initiative. This method is simple, easy to do, highly operable, and cost-effective.
What to do if there are no blood relatives, then make up the children, neighbors, naked dolls and the like together. People always have good relationships. If these people are killed by the enemy, they will also get angry. Anger can make people
People forget to be afraid.
A coward rises up with a thought and immediately becomes a warrior.
Liang Sanqiu looked back and found Wu Xiazi who was a fortune teller, Qin Daudao who ran errands for people on the street, Cao Sanzizi who sold steamed buns, and Zheng Tu who sold meat. They were all doing business on the same piece of land. They were all familiar with each other, so
Organized into a team.
Yang Fan's people are very experienced in how to organize this kind of temporarily reorganized troops. This is what they started out doing. To select the corps commander, choose the strongest one among them. If there is no one, choose the most ruthless one, and choose the least messy one.
of.
As long as there are more than three people, there will always be one strong person.
Such people can at least manage people. Of course, it is also possible if they are willing to elect themselves. People elected in this way can convince the public. And no matter what evil happens to them later, they can't rely on the Shangguan. This is you
Chosen by myself.
Every time Yang Fan read "The Book of Shang Jun", he couldn't help but curse. He scolded Han Feizi, Shang Yang and other Legalists for being inhumane. He had already taken away the bamboo shoots, and they had lost ten times more than him. But he had to admit that the scolding was enough.
, Han Feizi said, if you use good people to manage bad people, the world will be in chaos. Good people cannot control bad people. On the other hand, if you use bad people to control good people, the government orders can flow smoothly, just like an arm moving its fingers.
Although each Legalist method is more screwed up than the last and has caused unspeakable suffering to the people, these methods are truly effective, efficient, and the lowest-cost form of governance. This is an iron law that has been repeatedly proven by history.
If a person is accustomed to calculating the cost before doing something, even if he is not a successful person, he must be someone who does not have too many immediate worries. Just like the damn poll tax, Mrs. Thatcher is still collecting it, just because it is
The lowest cost tax.
Therefore, Zheng Tu is the corps commander. Zheng Tu glared with vicious triangular eyes and cursed angrily: "Hey guys, do you see clearly? Are you in position?"
"We're here, we're here, there are still three feet left." Liang Sanqiu quickly jumped off the window sill and crawled into the trench dug in the corner of the house.
"Trash, look at your courage, you can be considered a man who pees while standing up." Zheng Tu cursed, waved his hand and said, "You guys go into the ditch and wait for me."
As if they had been granted amnesty, a group of people quickly jumped into the ditch with guns and guns in hand. Now every house has dug ditches from the ground and connected them with tunnels.
Zheng Tu jerked the fuse rope and jumped into the ditch himself.
There was a loud bang. The explosive packets buried under the stone slab exploded one after another from front to back.
Previously, a green engineer from the General Flag lifted up the stone slabs and buried explosive bags underneath. Then they connected them in series with fire hoses. As long as someone in this room pulled the ropes, the whole street would explode in sequence.
After Zheng Tu's team jumped into the ditch, they all followed Dong Tianping's instructions. They squatted on the ground, covered their ears with their hands, and opened their mouths to withstand the impact of the explosion.
Dong Tianping specifically warned them not to lie down on the ground. With such a big explosion, the shaking of the earth would shake out internal organs and cause internal injuries. They should touch the ground with their toes while squatting, and don't step on them.
Neqi Khan watched as he rushed in and was not hit. He was quite happy at first and was about to follow up with the remaining 2,500 people. However, a sudden explosion directly sent them flying away. A huge explosion
The shock wave overturned them, and the people in front were so shaken by the shock wave that they vomited blood.
The whole street was filled with smoke and nothing could be seen.
Their ears were buzzing. It took them a long time to calm down.
Zheng Tu's team was knocked to the ground directly by the shock. Fortunately, they were squatting with their toes on the ground. If they were lying on the ground, their internal organs would probably be shattered. (This is the real situation on the battlefield. During shelling, hide in
In trenches and cat-ear holes, you have to squat on your toes, cover your ears and open your mouth, lying on the ground with your internal organs shattered. On a navy warship, even when sitting on a chair, your feet cannot touch the ground, and the seats in armored vehicles are hung from the ceiling.
If you are blown up by a mine or hit by an anti-tank mine, standing on the floor may break your leg bones or shatter your internal organs.)
Zheng Tu shook his head, his head was buzzing, he shook off the dirt on his head and asked: "You are still breathing, why don't you squeak?"
Liang Sanqiu was about to cry. He was carrying out an unlucky job, and a kind of fear of the rest of his life came over him. His whole body was numb. He couldn't say a word.
"It's okay, it's okay," Blind Wu said.
Idiot Cao San was buried in the dirt. When he got out, his face was covered with dirt and he looked like a mouse.
"I'm so suffocated. What a damn unlucky person. Who dug this trench? I'm going to fuck his eight generations of ancestors. Are you trying to trick me to death?"
"Pull me out, my leg is broken." Qin boldly shouted.
Several people hurriedly pulled him out of the ditch on the side of the collapse. They checked and found that his leg was broken there because he was pinned down. He couldn't move his leg. Everyone was scolded and startled.
Zheng Tu became happy when he saw that everyone had their arms and legs intact. He originally thought that whether he could go back alive was a problem, but he didn't expect that detonating the explosives didn't kill them all. Everyone looked fine.
.
No wonder Dong Tianping repeatedly reassured them that there was danger, but hiding in a ditch would be no big deal. Don’t be afraid, just close your eyes and pull the fuse. It’s so easy to make money.
"Hehe, we brothers did a great job this time. After this fight, we will go back to the battalion commander to collect the reward. We have agreed that our work is called the death squad. Each of you will receive fifty silver dollars. We are the captain.