After setting out from the capital, Qin Wangjun returned to Tianjin on the third day.

Tianjin City put on a grand welcoming ceremony.

From the governor downwards, all the leading figures in Tianjin City, including the people of the whole city, went out and stood in a ten-mile long queue along the old school field.

No wonder my father was so excited. You must know that the largest number of Zhongyongbo's team is the Flying Tiger Battalion composed of the local township party.

The natives don't know what a machine gun is, and the natives only know that the general soldier surnamed Cao relied on the hard work of our Tianjin masters to get a big official hat from the emperor.

So today everyone is very happy: the hometown has a strong army capable of fighting the Tartars, which is a good thing in every way. Even if the Tartars enter the customs again next time, the fathers and elders don't have to be shocked three times a day, right?

As the saying goes, if the rich do not return to their hometowns, it is like walking at night in brocade clothes, so with the tacit consent of the crossing people, the men of the Flying Tiger Camp can be regarded as letting go of themselves today, and they just played treasure into Tianjin.

Along the way, some people are holding big tops on horses, and some people are dancing with big swords bare-chested, and the cheers are continuous, and the scene is much more lively and relaxed than the military parade in the capital.

Eventually, when the team returned to the old school yard after a long absence, the chief soldier made a final assembly.

In the face of the neat thousands of cavalry in the school field, the adults made an important speech looking back on the past and looking forward to the future. In the end, with the "disbandment" from the electric loudspeaker and the "kill!" that all the soldiers responded in unison. The Flying Tiger Battalion was officially disbanded.

Next is the time to reward meritorious deeds.

The large basket of silver coins had already been prepared, and the battalion soldiers lined up to take the stage, and received a reward that far exceeded the promise of the adults. People full of joy took turns to kowtow to Cao Zongbing, wishing the lord and prince Wandai many blessings and longevity.

Next came the celebration.

In the past, whether it was a crossing crowd or a soldier, they were more cautious in the capital with a strong political atmosphere, for fear of poking out some leaks. Now that everyone has returned to Tianjin, not only the natives feel home, but the traversers actually have a bit of a taste of relieving the pressure, so the celebration will be quite atmospheric.

Rows of fires were lit on the school grounds, herds of cattle and sheep rushed in, shirtless chefs began to barbecue meat, a jar of freshly brewed two-pot heads was opened, and the sound of pouring wine began to become the main theme of the field.

In addition to the soldiers, Tianjin's local celebrities, businessmen and officials were also invited to this celebration banquet.

The big guy who forced Gegao sat on the platform with Xinke Zhongyongbo, drinking iron barrel wine and eating slices of fatty mutton, while the rest of the people were holding wine bowls on the school floor to open a self-service.

At the same time, local theater troupes were also invited. Under the stage, many first-time guests were surprised to hear the sound of opera amplified through loudspeakers.

In this way, the noisy celebration banquet lasted until the early morning of the next day, during which the chief soldier also stepped down from the stage many times to toast the strong soldiers, and truly loved the soldiers like sons and enjoyed with the people.

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Another day later, starting from May Day, the personnel diversion and resettlement work of the Flying Tiger Battalion officially began.

At the moment when the playground was disbanded before, in fact, the Flying Tiger Battalion had already disintegrated. Next, all personnel will face a reassignment, after which a new Flying Tiger Battalion will be reorganized.

The new Flying Tiger Battalion will be officially established, instead of the previous rush mercenary model.

In other words, the soldiers would become the regular army of the Reich on salaries and allowances. At the same time, the level of the entire unit will also be raised, from the second-line miscellaneous to the first-line cavalry unit stationed in the north.

In the morning, it was still the old school field, and the smooth cinder floor was clean, and there were no traces left by the celebration banquet the day before.

Mei Fuxi had already taken off the heavy green jacket and changed into a placket military uniform. At this moment, he was moving forward in a long line. There were still a few side-by-side queues on the school grounds, all of which were soldiers of the Flying Tiger Battalion.

At the end of the line is a row of houses located under the walls of the school grounds. The pace of movement was slow, but the soldiers were not impatient. Except for whispering and communicating with the people in the front and back rows, no one disrupted the order, and the linear queue was always maintained. After several months of training, these originally casual agricultural society people learned to line up and obey orders.

After smiling and silently greeting an acquaintance on the right-hand side, Mei Fuxi turned her face and looked at the queue on the left with a scrutinizing eye.

After this observation, Mei Fuxi has roughly seen some eyebrows: most of his own team are young, train seriously on weekdays, and "have a future for development" according to the instructor's words.

And those around are mostly ordinary soldiers, listening to shouts and working.

At this moment, a black man lined up behind Mei Fuxi brought over a big cake face full of beard and secretly said in his ear: "Young master, but are you going to the south to Huacha Huacha?" ”

"Hehe, who knows? I just listened to Shangguan's drinking, maybe my old man was not allowed to go. ”

"Hehe, young master, don't pretend, who in the camp doesn't know that you are valued by the southerners. I said, Master Mei, don't forget my old man when you make a career in the future! ”

The name of the big pie face who spoke was Ha Liu.

Although Haliu is a local native, his race is not pure, and he has Mongolian blood. Ha Liuzu was a Mongolian officer who took root here with the Tianjin Sanwei. Over the years, generations of intermarriages with Han people have long lost their Mongolian appearance, and only a big pie face remains.

Ha Liu, like Mei Fuxi, is skilled in bows and horses, and has strong martial arts. However, unlike Young Master Mei, Ha Liu's branch had already lost his position in the guard, his family was poor, and his parents were sick, so he had to go out with the caravan to earn money to subsidize his family when he became an adult.

Later, after Ha Liu's parents died, he was completely unrestrained and broke off his relationship with Tianjin Weisuo. So this person set up a small team, sometimes as a guard, sometimes as a horse bandit, and his whereabouts were strange.

This time the Flying Tiger Battalion recruited troops, Ha Liu actually joined in for some reason, and he mixed well like Mei Fuxi, both of them were the deputy captains of the reconnaissance team, and they also fought side by side together.

Now that it's time for everyone to part ways, what Mei Fuxi didn't expect was that Ha Liu, an old bandit, actually saw through his own thoughts.

"Hey, then thank you Brother Ha Jiyan!"

That being the case, Mei Fuxi simply admitted that it was not an unsightly thing to go to the south to open his eyes. He had actually discussed with his father for half a night last night, and after this battle of King Qin, the father and son now have more and more confidence in hugging their thighs, so Mei Fuxi will definitely continue to eat military rations in the Flying Tiger Camp.

After a few jokes with each other, the team kept moving forward, and the next moment it was finally Mei Fuxi's turn.

After entering the house, Mei Fuxi took a closer look and found three people sitting behind the long table opposite. The one in the middle is Zhang Zhongqi, a traverser who has been officially canonized as a guerrilla general by the imperial court and concurrently serves as the commander of the Flying Tiger Battalion. On the left and right of the battalion officers are Yao Jianjian, the head of Tianjin Station, and a clerk.

After saluting and taking a seat, seeing that the person who came was the key training object Mei Fuxi, Zhang Zhongqi did not delay, and asked the core question straightforwardly: "Soldier, are you willing to continue to do a career under the commander (Zuo Dudu is already qualified to be called a big marshal)?" ”

"Yes!"

"Very well, I officially inform you that you have become a member of the Flying Tiger Battalion again. You are now allowed to take three days off to say goodbye to your family and prepare for a long time in camp. ”

"Yes!"

"You're ready to go out."

After a few short sentences, Mei Fuxi was sent away.

Next it was Haliu's turn.

However, Haliu is not as easy to dismiss as Mei Fuxi, who knows each other tacitly.

"Adults, small ones don't want to stay in the camp anymore."

"Hehe, tell me why." The chief examiner, Zhang Zhongqi, looked at the file in front of him while guiding Ha Liu with a smile.

"That's it, that's it...... To tell you the truth, the little ones can't stand the many rules in the camp. ”

"Understood." Zhang Zhongqi had an expression that I already knew: "I'm afraid I still miss the days of unrestrained running merchants and being horse bandits, right?" ”

Ha Liu smiled bitterly when he heard this: "Adults know, and small ones have nothing to hide." But please rest assured, Ha Liu has entered the Flying Tiger Camp and is always a member of the Flying Tiger Camp. In the future, if there is a call, you only need to plant a flag in Tianjin City, and the little ones will definitely bring their brothers to cheer for the adults! ”

"Hehe, you're loyal."

At this time, Yao Jianshe on the side spoke. I saw him touching the shaved blue chin shell with one hand, with a playful expression on his face, and said slowly: "In this case, then I can arrange a job for you here." ”

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And so the triage continued.

In fact, except for the more important backbone of Mei Fuxi's team, the rest of the people, who didn't want to continue to be soldiers, did not keep much.

However, after all, these people have been trained and participated in the battle, so they can be regarded as their own people who have a good impression of Cao Zongbing.

Therefore, most of those who retired were reintroduced to work afterwards. Either to work as a guard in a commercial house, or to work as a foreman on a construction site, in short, these people are also very important, and they are an important chess piece for underground work at Tianjin Station.

By the time all the indigenous soldiers had been divided, it was already three days later.

At this time, the new Flying Tiger Battalion soldiers had regrouped in the old school yard and were ready to start a new round of regular training.

Of course, the only thing for an outstanding talent like Mei Fuxi to do now is to go to the Army Academy for further study. While increasing knowledge and washing thoughts, learn about the war in the era of hot weapons, and work hard to be an excellent cavalry general in the future.

So when Mei Fuxi returned to the barracks for a few days, he received a notice that he expected - he would be the first batch of people to go south with the ship to "practice" in the legendary Yizhou.

Mei Fuxi, who had already inquired with Second Master Chen, knew that this was going to the "martial arts" in the south to learn skills.

But he will definitely not make a noise, because in the Ming Dynasty, the border generals set up martial arts privately, which is a big crime to lose his head.