Of course, Wushan can't teach all the time, he led a group of soldiers and teachers.

After all, the original time and space was to graduate from a normal university, and later to teach at a university.

Supposedly, there is a great contrast between primary and tertiary education.

The key is the level of self-discipline of the students.

The learning process of students is a marathon, and the smaller it is, the harder it is to teach.

But that was only a few decades after another time and space, just when Wushan resigned in his previous life, the learning atmosphere in the school was still very strong.

Students have only one day off a week. However, on this only day, it is difficult to find students in the dorm or other places of recreation. Most of them are in classrooms, in libraries.

To put it bluntly, primary and university education is all about students' self-discipline.

Education here is a blank slate. Maybe in a few years, the children here no longer take learning seriously. Today's children help out at home every day, and they are even more meticulous in their studies at school.

Therefore, it is not much of a problem to let the soldiers go and enlighten the children.

In fact, after the first day of teaching, the soldiers who brought it over were already teaching on the podium.

As a teacher, the most important thing is three words and one word: chalk words, brush words, pen words, and Mandarin.

What is this place? It's Indochina. Even the current number of teachers in China is not very strong.

Suddenly, I thought of a joke about a teacher from Shen Jiang during this period.

The teacher stepped up to the podium: "Students, from now on, we all have to learn to speak Mandarin in school. Open your little belly and see what's inside. ”

The students below were at a loss.

"Students, please open your little belly and tell the teacher, what do you see?" The teacher raised his voice.

The students remained indifferent.

The teacher was angry and banged on the desk with a whip: "Students, tell the teacher what is on your little belly!" ”

This time, the students all replied in unison: "Teacher, belly button!" ”

It is said that in Shenjiang dialect, the pronunciation of books is similar to the pronunciation of belly.

This shows that there are many dialects in various parts of China, and when Mandarin arrives in one place, many of them are combined with local dialects.

This cold joke also has the meaning of belittling the people of Shenjiang.

In China, there are two places where people are somewhat arrogant and xenophobic, one is Jingshi and the other is Shenjiang.

The people of Jingshi have always thought that we live under the roots of the imperial city, and we are related to the dragons and grandchildren, so we naturally look down on outsiders. A group of Jingshi people gathered together, cheered up and hit the target Kan Mountain, and the pure Beijing film killed you in seconds.

Shenjiang people, starting from the Ming and Qing dynasties, Shenjiang as the mouth of the Yangtze River, gradually developed. After the end of the Opium War, Shenjiang was also one of the treaty ports. Especially after the founding of the People's Republic of China, from the ten-mile ocean field to the later economic center of China, the people of Shenjiang have a strong sense of self-superiority. They look down on outsiders, especially the people of Beijing, and think that Shenjiang is the best place in the country.

No matter how complex the accents of various places are, since they are newly occupied areas, it is natural to promote relatively pure Mandarin.

It is true that the Mandarin in the army is still relatively pure. You're from the Northeast, I'm from the Southwest. You can't understand my hometown, and I'm confused when you say your hometown. Over time, those who serve in the military are generally able to speak Mandarin fluently.

Wu Shan listened to a few classes and felt that the more than ten soldiers he led, such as Liao Kun, Hu Limin, and Wang Daxue, were all competent for the enlightenment of students. Of course, there are also small flaws, and the chalk words are not beautiful enough.

The teaching materials were all rushed out by a bunch of pens from the headquarters after staying up for a few nights, and they looked decent.

Around the brigade headquarters, there is also a lot of farmland. Everyone is familiar with the people in the brigade headquarters. When I saw Wushan, I stopped to say hello.

At this time, the northern part of the Indochina Peninsula had the meaning of the military and civilian fish and water conditions in China in the early days of liberation. The army loves the people, the people support the army, and the army and the people are united as one family.

Seeing Wushan coming, the uncle named Sha Bakun handed Wushan the hookah he was smoking.

This hookah is made of bamboo.

A thick bamboo tube, with water underneath, a small hole in the middle, and a thin bamboo tube inserted diagonally. At the top of the small supervisor is a cigarette holder made of a small copper hoop. When smoking, wrap the cigarette like a cigarette and put it in the mouthpiece.

In the ethnic minority areas of southwest China, and all ethnic groups here, they smoke shisha.

There are many times when the customs of a nation must be respected.

For example, if the Tishu people hand you shisha, just like the Tibetans pour you barley wine, and the Mongolians hand you the kraft wine jugs they have drunk, if you don't take them, you look down on them.

Our Brigadier Wu took the hookah, expertly took two puffs, and handed it back.

The old man Sha Bakun kept staring nervously, until Wu Shan's mouth spat out the smoke ring, and then his eyes narrowed into a slit with laughter.

The rice has just flowered, and the ears of rice are uneven. Some have all come out, and some are bulging inside the mother's body.

The old man watched as he walked. When he came across the slightly curved rice plants, he stopped and peeled off the shells, revealing the white-green ears inside. I saw the cobwebs between the rice plants and the rice plants, and they also destroyed them casually.

The peasants here, in their forties and fifties, look wrinkled. Like the old man Sha Bakun, who is over the age of six, he is already long-lived.

His Chinese can barely be understood, and it is more difficult to speak.

Wushan didn't care if he could understand or not, and raised his hand to say goodbye to him.

The brigade headquarters was very lively inside.

Seeing Wushan enter, Zhang Haogu smiled all over his face: "Come on, old Wu, the political commissar and deputy political commissar of the Jingshi Shenlong faction are here." ”

He pointed to a sturdy-looking introduction and said, "This is Comrade Chang Wei, the political commissar of Shenlong. ”

He also introduced another lean one: "This is Comrade Wu Qihua, the deputy political commissar of Shenlong." ”

"Oh?" Wu Shan shook hands with them warmly: "Welcome." ”

I don't know if Lu Dao is too sensitive or what's going on, he feels that Chang Wei has a trace of hostility towards him.

Maybe you're too sensitive? Wu Shan laughed at himself in his heart.

"You are the brigade commander of Wushan?" Everyone sat down separately, and Chang Wei asked reservedly: "Sure enough, he is young and promising." ”

What does it mean? Wushan felt that something was wrong, it was the taste of a superior facing a subordinate.

"Hehe," he said, "it's pure luck." I just did my part as instructed by my superiors,"

Wu Qihua is a self-acquaintance: "Old witch, my father has always regarded you as my mirror. It's just right, now I take a picture of my whole body in front of the mirror every day, and go back to report to the old man. ”

"Really?" Wu Shan smiled: "It seems that good things don't go out and evil things go thousands of miles, I guess what you hear in your ears is my bad record." ”

"How is that possible, big brother." Deputy Political Commissar Wu hurriedly waved his hand: "Our old man rarely praises people. When I heard that I was going to come here, I was taught face-to-face every day and gave me political lessons. ”

"May I ask who your father is?" Wushan estimates that his father is also in the army system, at least from the army.

"Father Takeshi Hara." Speaking of his father, Wu Qihua's face showed respect.

Occasionally, the second-in-command of the General Staff.

"How many brothers do you have?" Wu Shan couldn't help but wonder: "I remember that Wu Lao is still seventy." ”

"Good memory!" Wu Qihua stretched out his thumb: "My dad is just seventy-one today, and I am the third child at home." ”

"Haogu, let's go over here!" Chang Wei interjected coldly.

Zhang Haogu also saw the difference: "Didn't you say that you would have lunch here and then leave?" ”

"No, I'd better integrate into the army quickly." Chang Wei stood up as he spoke: "My father has always told me to put this army in the hands of the state as soon as possible. ”

Before the words fell, the man had already walked out. Wu Qihua was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly waved his hand to the people in the brigade headquarters.

"Lao Chang, you still don't know the way, I'll show you the way." Zhang Haogu hurriedly chased after him.

"What's wrong?" Wu Shan looked at Tan Jing and Dao Chaoren: "You haven't seen or heard of these two masters?" They were all there pretending to be deaf and dumb and silent. ”

"The chief of staff led the third and fifth regiments out to find trouble with the natives," Tan Jing concealed: "Lao Dao and I are thinking about how to do a good job of logistics for him." ”

"This guy won't really go to Chiang Mai, will he?" Seeing that the two of them were nodding, Wu Shan walked to the map: "It is said that it is the headquarters, but it is just a reinforced regiment." It's no problem to eat two balls. What's going on? He hurried out of the city? ”

Gao Hongquan has a keen sense of war and is good at seizing fighters. For these indigenous armies, that's all it takes, they don't fight at all. Wushan used to be cautious every time, but now he doesn't pay much attention to the indigenous army.

The Chinese army, it is an exaggeration to say that it is armed to the teeth. But compare it with whom. Some of these native armies were armed with birds, some of them did not even have guns. Go up and charge it, and it's basically all gone.

"What kind of bullshit commander Cambri is shouting to drive the Chinese army out of the city." Dao Chaoren shook his head: "He killed more than twenty Chinese. ”

"Spicy next door, damn native!" Wu Shan slammed his fist against the wall, and the map was smashed through a few cracks.

"It seems that we have put our actions on hold for a while to make these natives think that we are really chasing the remnants of the Nationalist Party." Even Tan Jing, who is usually mild-mannered, was a little angry: "Brigade commander, we have to step up the pace of attack in the future." ”

"It's not that I don't want to," Wu Shan sighed: "The territory taken down must be followed up by Taoism." At the same time, friendly forces are required to assist in the defense. Otherwise, we will fight in the front, and it will be troublesome if there is a fire in the backyard. ”

The spread of Taoism is not everything going smoothly.

After all, Buddhism is deeply ingrained here, and there are always many die-hard loyalists.

Of course, for these people, Wu Shan and the other chief officials had already secretly passed their anger and left no one behind.

As a result, Taoism progressed smoothly, and it would be inconvenient to manage the region.

In each place, the relationships are intertwined. Killing a person may cause hostility from their relatives and friends.

The digestion work in the territory must be done well, and the natives must not be given a chance to take advantage of it.

While everyone was discussing, a man stumbled in: "Chief Wu, go quickly, they're going to fight." ”

"Brigade commander, this guy insists on coming in, and he doesn't wait for me to report." Li Kaijun smiled bitterly behind him.

"Old Tan stays at home," Wu Shan put on his military hat: "Old knife, let's take a trip." Li Kaijun took the guards with him. ”

Sitting in the car, Wu Shan said to the shrimp boy whose chest was still rising and falling rapidly: "Don't worry, tell me, what's the matter?" ”

After Wu Liquan sent the shadow troops to Africa, the two returned to Hong Kong Island with Hua Anping and the remaining 20 or so brothers. The Shenlong mercenaries were well organized under the dispatch of Li Mingjin and Xiong Huai. often plays the Kuomintang armed with Zhang Bo, playing a game of cat and mouse. Little by little, encroaching on the territory of the natives.

Just now, Chang Wei and Wu Qihua took a guard platoon and broke directly into the Shenlong headquarters. Because there is a good ancient person with him, there is no problem.

Subsequently, Zhang Haogu made an introduction and left on his own.

Unexpectedly, the first thing Chang Wei did was to ask Li Mingjin and Xiong Huai to gather the team leader for a meeting.

Li Mingjin himself came from the PLA system, and it was not a long time to go from a squad leader of a special forces to the commander-in-chief of Shenlong. He felt that it was nothing, that within our army, it had always been the party that commanded the gun.

Xiong Huai is gone, you are a new political commissar, what reason do you have to point fingers here? He himself is one of the leaders of the underground forces, and likes the relatively free life of mercenaries.

Moreover, they have already said in Wushan that Li Mingjin is the commander-in-chief, Xiong Huai is the chief of staff, and the new is the political commissar.

Occasionally I come to Wushan, and I know that even if I am the leader of a brigade, I have to ask for everyone's opinions on what decisions are made. A political commissar who has just arrived in the army seems to be about to take over this army directly, can he get used to it?

Before he could say a few words, Chang Wei actually took out his gun. When the shrimp boy left, Shenlong's guard troops and Chang Wei's guard platoon had already opened the insurance and confronted each other.

"Where's Commissar Zhang?" Wu Shan was a little puzzled: "Where did he go?" ”

"Brigade commander, the commissar will go to the school next to see the situation." Li Kaijun hurriedly replied.

As he spoke, he had already arrived at the headquarters of the Divine Dragon.

Seeing Wushan enter, Chang Wei was overjoyed: "Wushan, quick, get off their guns!" ”

"You're talking to me?" Wushan didn't laugh angrily, ** On the first day, he was at odds with the troops, and he could still be a political commissar?

"Yes, I order you to get their guns off right away!" Chang Wei replied as a matter of course.

"You heard me clearly!" Wu Shan paused word by word: "I am the brigade commander of the mixed brigade under the jurisdiction of the Caiyun Military Region, not a person from Shenlong, let alone your subordinates." ”

"What is a brigade commander?" Chang Wei sneered: "No wonder Mei Xiaolin said that you are a difficult person." You figured it out, this is the Shenlong Army, which is directly under the state, and it is a senior official. What's more, my dad is always self-reliant! ”

Li Kaijun and the officers and soldiers of the guard company glared at Chang Wei angrily, and dared to say that the brigade commander was not a thing?

He said this in several ways. Wu Shan suddenly realized that he had a relationship with Mei Xiaolin, no wonder he was not polite to himself.

"Even your father wouldn't dare say that." Wushan walked to Chang Wei step by step: "Comrade Chang Zili is a member of the Central Committee, the Central Committee, and the Military Commission, yes, the mixed brigade is a party unit, not a certain person's private army. Your father has no right to mobilize me without an order from the organization. To borrow your phrase, you are something. This is the Dragon Mercenaries, go back! ”