"Who is this master?" he asked cautiously with a pockmarked face.
Ban Zhichao took out an officer's ID card from his pocket and handed it to his pockmarked face with an arrogant look.
How could he read Japanese on that pockmarked face? Seeing the messy look on it, he didn't dare to doubt Ban Zhichao's identity. He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Our boss is in Zhangjiacun."
The implication was that Liu Zhenming and others were asked to follow him to Zhangjiacun. It was up to Feng Linge to judge whether it was true or false.
Ban Zhichao looked at Liu Zhenming, who nodded slightly.
"Gentlemen, please go this way!" The pockmarked face also saw that Liu Zhenming was the one who made the decision. He stretched his hand slightly forward with a smile on his face.
He asked Liu Zhenming and others to walk in front for the convenience of surveillance. Liu Zhenming would do whatever he wanted, and he would immediately shoot him with a raised hand.
After a bang, the melon-skin hat on Mazi's face was knocked away.
Liu Zhenming's move shocked all the gangsters, especially those with pockmarked faces, who turned pale with fright. If the muzzle of the gun had been lowered slightly, the one that would have been shot away wouldn't be his hat, but his head.
"Master, you!" Mazi's face was angry and scared. When he recovered, he saw that Liu Zhenming and others had taken out their rifles. Their firepower was much stronger than that of these bandits.
Liu Zhenming gently blew the smoke coming out of the gun and said calmly: "Lead the way! I never give my back to others."
The pockmarked man didn't dare to say anything this time. With their shotguns and swords, if anyone wanted to destroy him, it would only take seconds.
More than fifty barbarian bandits led the way, and seven of Liu Zhenming's men were riding horses. Carrying guns casually, they followed slowly behind. No matter how you looked at it, it looked like Liu Zhenming and others had captured these barbarian bandits. Those barbarian bandits were all
Dare to be angry but dare not speak.
About an hour later, Zhangjiacun was already in sight.
Liu Zhenming saw from a distance that the village was not in a mess, and it did not look like it had been robbed. It seemed that Feng Linge had regarded this place as his base. The bandits were not brainless people. They knew that they could not exhaust the lake to catch fish, and robbing and collecting protection fees was also a good idea.
In business, it is better to have a steady stream of business.
When everyone was still one mile away from the village, a team of people and horses ran out from the village. The leader was riding a tall horse. He was tall and thick.
This man is none other than the ruthless bandit Feng Linge. He has been able to stay in power for several years without falling. In addition to being ruthless and ruthless, he is also very good at adapting to the situation. When he saw this situation, he didn't know what to do.
"Heroes, I don't know where brother's subordinate Zhang Mazi offended you. I, Feng Linge, apologize to all of you, and please forgive me, brothers." Feng Linge clasped his fists from a distance, bowing first and then fighting.
Ban Zhichao went to reply at Liu Zhenming's signal.
"Feng Jun, your people want us to pay tolls. The flood really washed away the Dragon King Temple."
"Who are you?"
Ban Zhichao replied calmly: "Feng Jun has forgotten that he once did business with our Japanese Empire. Does Feng Jun know Colonel Aoki? Colonel Aoki is my superior."
"Are you Japanese? It turns out we are old friends. Nice to meet you! Nice to meet you! A misunderstanding, a misunderstanding." The vigilance on Feng Linge's face diminished slightly.
It wasn't until Liu Zhenming and others put away their guns that Feng Linge got off his horse, greeted him with a friendly face, and said with a smile: "Since everyone passed by my territory, how could Feng not show his loyalty to the landlord?
Feng will be the host and treat everyone to a drink."
Liu Zhenming had been watching with cold eyes, and he finally figured out that people like Feng Linge, who could adapt to the wind, be capricious, and change rapidly overnight, could only be exploited. Liu Zhenming was not even willing to recruit him as a subordinate. In his opinion,
It would be better to recruit a group of honest farmers and train them.
These people cannot do anything else.
"Just in time, I have a business to discuss with Boss Feng." Liu Zhenming jumped off the horse first and walked towards Feng Linge openly.
"Easy to say, easy to say! As long as a brother can help, he will definitely help." Feng Linge's eyes suddenly lit up. He made a lot of money last time he worked for the Japanese people, otherwise he would not have been able to raise a three hundred
A team of many people comes.
Wang Mazi walked forward quickly and whispered a few words in Feng Linge's ear. Feng Linge's eyes immediately changed when he looked at Liu Zhenming, and he became more wary.
"Guys, please!"
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After a while, everyone entered a relatively large house in Zhangjiacun under the guidance of Feng Linge. The villagers of Zhangjiacun had long expected that Feng Linge and others would collect the money and leave quickly. Unexpectedly, he would leave again at this moment.
Everyone began to be on tenterhooks, fearing that something might happen to the red-bearded man.
Feng Linge rushed straight into the room and shouted: "Old man Zhang, damn it, come out quickly, friends are coming, let your mother-in-law prepare some good dishes."
He really regarded this place as his home.
An old man in his fifties timidly walked out of the back room and asked tremblingly: "Master Feng, are you having dinner here today?"
"You don't have eyes? These are all distinguished guests. Let Xiaolian come out to serve the men." Feng Linge turned around and said boldly: "Xiaolian is the most beautiful girl in Zhangjia Village. Originally, I still
I wanted to wait for her to grow up for a year or two and make her my concubine, but it was rare for the brothers to come to this small place, so Feng brought out the best things."
Gangsters like him almost all started by robbing homes, killing people and exchanging goods. Such behavior of playing with women at will and giving them away is completely normal. If they are unhappy, they will massacre the village and exterminate the clan.
However, when the old man heard this, his face suddenly turned white and he begged bitterly: "Master, Xiaolian is only fourteen years old. I really can't serve you."
Feng Linge waved impatiently, and two big men who looked like wolves and tigers rushed into the back room, and soon they dragged out a pretty little girl.
Old man Zhang knelt on the ground and begged, but he did not dare to stand up to resist. He just wanted these gangsters to find their conscience.
The little girl still had tears on her face, looking timid and pitiful. She was obviously frightened.
Feng Linge even swallowed quietly and secretly wondered whether it was worth spending such a high price.
Is this a troubled world? The weak have no choice but to be bullied, those with grievances cannot be redressed, but the crazy thieves and thieves live a free and happy life. No wonder Lu Xun said that he would rather be a peace dog than a person in troubled times.
"That's enough! Let her pour the wine aside." Liu Zhenming said with a serious face.
Kill Feng Linge? Liu Zhenming has never thought that way. If you think that killing Feng Linge can end all this, you would be completely wrong. Feng Linge at least maintains order in this area on the surface. He has more than 300 people under his command.
If he dies, these stragglers and rogue gamblers will only make the situation more chaotic and cause more trouble.
If you want to end all this, you must completely control this place and then eliminate all the bandits so that this land will not have the nutrients to breed bandits.
Liu Zhenming once naively thought about recapturing these barbarians and training them to become his own army, but at this time he suddenly realized that instead of spending time to reform these barbarians, it would be better to recruit more refugees and then train these refugees to become soldiers.
army.
Liu Zhenming's Black Land Company has purchased large tracts of land in Fengtian. As long as the refugees come, they can form a escort and then become an army.
And these barbarians were used as cannon fodder on the battlefields of Japan and Russia! (To be continued...)