These have nothing to do with him Le Jingyu.

At that time, he had already arrived in Dong'e, sat in the courtyard where Manager Shao of Dong'e Town temporarily lived, and exchanged words with this young man who had never been masked.

As for him now, he just entered the mansion, told the story he had told several times with Zheng Gongzi, and then in the sympathetic eyes of the other party, he went downstairs with him, got into the car, and went straight to the city gate building at the west gate of Jicheng.

"Dididi!!"

"Horn Horn!"

Le Jingyu originally thought that he had followed Zheng Gongzi all the way, and this follow-up would always be smooth, right?

But who would have thought that there would be a more daring person in Jecheng than Director Cao.

Because when they had just reached the boundary where they could see the West City Gate Tower, they found that the road in front of them that they had to go out of the city was blocked by layers of barricades.

The barricades in the middle of the road with broken wood, barbed wire, tables, chairs, benches, baskets, basins, etc., were temporarily erected.

The degree of perfunctory is as casual as shooting an airplane with a machine gun.

But just behind such a barricade, there was a horn made of tin buckets, and the voice of the person holding the horn was trembling, but the courage of the mother was commendable.

"Who's coming?!"

"I'm Wang Yiming of the Jicheng garrison!"

"In accordance with the regulations on entering and exiting the major gates and arteries of Jeseong promulgated by the provincial government in May 22, your party of more than ten people and a team of highly mobile loading vehicles need to stop and accept the routine inspection of our garrison troops. ”

"Please cooperate with our army's duty work, stop the vehicle, and let the team in the vehicle get off. ”

"Hand over your weapons and accept inquiries from my Jicheng garrison!!"

The sound trembled, and I don't know if it was because I yelled too hard or because I was scared by the battle coming from the opposite side.

But this person was trembling and blocked there, and he refused to retreat even for half a minute.

Zheng Jicheng, who listened to this operation, was happy.

He poked his head out of his brand-new military jeep and shouted to the herald who was following on a motorcycle: "Go, let the shouting biao in front of him get out of the way!"

"Tell the fuck, Lao Tzu is Zheng Jicheng!!"

"Let them stay cool, fucking fuck off. ”

Zheng Jicheng, who is staying in the army, where is there still half of the style of the noble son of Jicheng, just looking at the current appearance, it is a proper scoundrel in the army.

But the orderly next to him felt that this was the right thing to do.

Without saying a word, he stepped on his motorcycle, suddenly, and took advantage of the mobility of the vehicle under him to drive towards the center of the roadblock.

It's a pity that the desire to survive is probably too strong on the other side, and the use of barricades is exhaustive.

Even if it is a light army, when it is halfway through, there is no way out.

The herald had no choice but to pinch the brakes, extinguish the fire, kick the brace with the sole of his shoe, sit on the motorcycle, and roar over to the tin horn.

"Hey!"

"Wang Yiming, Captain Wang, right?"

"We are the garrison unit of the 123rd Regiment of the Fifth Brigade!"

"Our captain is Camp Commander Zheng!"

"Now I am ordered to go to Dong'a Gonggan, and I also ask the brothers of the garrison regiment to make it convenient, quickly get out of the way, let us get out of the city immediately!"

The people on the other side heard the herald's words clearly, but none of them moved the barricades in front of them because of these words.

After these people in the garrison confirmed that it was indeed Zheng Jicheng's troops, they were even more panicked.

Wang Yiming, who was the leader with an iron trumpet, wiped his greasy face with his hand, and after gaining a little courage, he shouted back what he said in his heart.

"It turned out to be Camp Commander Zheng, disrespectful and disrespectful!"

"Since it's a brother's troops, it can only be said that it was injured by accident without luck!"

"Battalion Commander Zheng wants to go out of the city, it's okay, then can you let the brothers get out of the car and note with me the time of going out, the weapons they carried, the number of people, and the place where they went on a business trip?"

"After all, we also need to clearly mark the entry and exit records. ”

"As for what mission Battalion Commander Zheng was sent to...... This matter involves military secrets, and it is difficult for people like me to ask, and they cannot ask. ”

"But as long as we are allowed to make records, if there is any trouble in the future, the people above will not be able to find our heads, right?"

"So, Camp Commander Zheng, did you come to register through the barricades one by one, or did everyone line up and come over together for inspection?"

What is this!

Hearing his Zheng Jicheng's name, he still dared to shout to get out of the car for inspection?

Check in?

Register a grandma.

He wasn't originally doing this for business, he was doing it for personal work.

If it was really checked by the garrison, the original words were registered.

Later, after waiting for the Tian Overseer to pull out the camp and return to Jicheng, the records of entering and leaving the city became the handle of conclusive evidence.

When the province was actively fighting against bandits and conducting an all-army drill, his Zheng family faction secretly persecuted the good family.

I'm afraid that just because of this article, he can make his father Zheng Jinsheng eat a lot of hanging.

Thinking of this, Zheng Jicheng was anxious for a while, after he got the report of the return of the herald, he waved his hand and ordered the driver in front: "Fuck it! Go, just knock me out!"

Regarding this order issued by Shangguan, the driver who was driving subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

He subconsciously asked: "Young Master Zheng, this is a new car that the master just transferred to you from the military department, made in Germany!"

But for Zheng Jicheng, the value of a car cannot be compared with his face and what he wants to achieve next.

The eldest young master, who had made up his mind, didn't even think about it, so he made a gesture to the driver waving forward.

The driver who received the order to move forward for the second time, no matter how unwilling he was, could only step on the accelerator and hit the uneven, spiky obstacles.

'Bang bang bang!'

The brakes of the imported jeep were firm, but two or three collisions knocked most of the barricades in front of the street open.

Zheng Jicheng, who was sitting in the back row, was very happy, it was very uncomfortable to bump into the jeep, but it couldn't stand it.

But this Young Master Zheng is crooked, and he only suffers from Captain Wang, who is blocked in the middle of the street.

A few soldiers behind him who were still lying on their stomachs had already secretly raised their buttocks and moved back when they saw Zheng Jicheng's car rushing towards this side.

This made Wang Yiming, who was originally empty-hearted, even more annoyed.

Everyone is a soldier, why is the difference in distance so big.