Guo Xing'a is the commander of more than 400,000 troops, the supreme head of the North Manchurian Empire, of course, it is not a frontier regiment battalion commander who can meet with his consent, so Wang Dali waited for two days before the battalion commander's step-by-step application was approved. A tall man who was a head taller than Wang Dali came to see Wang Dali and asked him a lot about the situation of the Han family's shack, as well as the flag with red flags to which Wang Dali belonged, which was regarded as an identity review. Wang Dali explained the eight generations of his ancestors clearly, and then he was allowed to enter the city to see Guoxing.

The big one doesn't like to talk, but he treats people well, except that Wang Dali is not allowed to look around along the way, so he lets Wang Dali move freely in the carriage. The comfortable and luxurious four-wheeled carriage, Wang Dali didn't say to sit on it, he had never seen it, and he didn't feel any bumps when he sat in it. The soft seats are made of leather, the ornate armrests are inlaid with gold, and the white cushions are woven of pure silk. The big man just looked at the cramped Wang Dali calmly, and when Wang Dali was sweating nervously, he also poured Wang Dali a cup of fragrant tea.

The carriage drove directly into a grand courtyard, and after getting out of the carriage, the big man walked into a magnificent building with Wang Dali, and after turning around, he walked into a hall. The hall was huge, and there were many things that Wang Dali had never seen before, and the walls were covered with all kinds of maps, and there was a huge table with some landscape models, and many people were sitting at another large table eating.

"Why are you still here?" The big one seemed a little surprised by the people who were eating here, and turned to a sculpture-like figure sitting in the doorway of the hall.

"There's a statistic that's wrong, and I'm angry again! The Chief of the General Staff was only willing to eat after being persuaded by him, but everything had to be re-deduced, and he would have to be busy for a while! Only the eyes and lips moved.

"You stay here, don't move, don't talk!" The big man gave a strong explanation to the king, turned around and walked over to the people who were eating.

"Hey......" Wang Dali wanted to ask again, but as soon as he made a sound, his shoulders suddenly became sore and numb, and now he not only couldn't finish his words, but the whole person fell to the ground.

"Don't move, don't talk!" The sculpture finally came to life, and it was he who got up and pressed Wang Dali's shoulder.

Wang Dali is also a bit of kung fu, but the sculpture is not of the same magnitude as him at all, and people can subdue him with one finger. Seeing that Wang Dali was no longer struggling, and nodded again and again to show that he understood, the sculpture let go of his hand. Strange to say, as soon as the sculpture's hand left Wang Dali's shoulder, all the discomfort was gone. In fact, there is no need for this master to suppress it, just this hall, which is more than ten times larger than the temple, has already made Wang Dali respectful, and he doesn't dare to talk nonsense anymore. Wang Dali subconsciously rubbed his shoulders and honestly squatted near the door.

"Sit down!" The sculpture is very ruthless, but the person is really good, and he pulled a chair from the side to Wang Dali.

"Thank you, big ......" Wang nodded vigorously and sat down, just about to say thanks, but was interrupted again.

"Don't move, don't talk!" Sculpture is the same sentence again.

Wang Dali obediently closed his mouth and looked around. There were a lot of things in the hall, most of which he had never seen before, and he didn't know what they were for. However, there are some things that Wang Dali can guess, such as the sculpture next to him is the guard here. can only understand the sculpture, Wang Dali looked at the sculpture. In this hall, every three zhang or so, there is a person like this sculpture, a total of twenty-seven. Twenty sat against the wall, and seven were on the periphery of the eating gang. These people are like mud tires, they don't seem to have any sense of the outside world, and they don't move. But Wang Dali, who has just suffered a loss, knows that these people are not easy to mess with, and they are all masters among masters.

"Report!" A young man in his twenties walked to the door and snorted at the throat, startling Wang Dali.

"There's a result, say!" A younger man eating at the table looked back and asked.

The young man at the door walked quickly to the table, opened a big book-like thing, and chattered, Wang Dali couldn't hear it clearly because it was too far away, as if it was from where it was, how long it would take. The young man finished muttering, but the younger man got angry, and directly threw the rice bowl in his hand on the table, scolding with a mouth full of "fuck", he spoke too fast, and Wang Dali still couldn't hear clearly.

The reason why Wang Dali kept watching people eat was not because he was hungry, but because he knew that the table was full of officials. After spending two days in the frontier regiment, Wang Dali also knew some rules of the Manchurian Army, that the military appearance must be neat and tidy, and if the discipline buckle is not properly detained, he will be punished. Not to mention the discipline buttons at this table, their coats have been taken off, their sleeves have been rolled up, and their ties are torn and twisted. If ordinary soldiers had been scolded by the commander a long time ago, if they could do this, it would mean that no one could scold them, and no one could scold them.

The young man walked away for a while, and was persuaded by a table of people, but he still seemed to be very angry, and he didn't eat anymore, and put on his coat and was about to leave. There were still a lot of people at the table who continued to eat, and about four or five people got up and walked out with him.

"Is that this the person?" When he walked in front of Wang Dali, the young man looked at Wang Dali, and then turned his head to ask the big man who brought Wang Dali.

"yes, just brought it!" The big one nodded.

"Who's that, just ask!" The young man casually pointed to a man behind him, and then he frowned and walked on, and when he reached the door, he seemed to think of something again, and stopped and muttered to a man in his thirties.

"Come with me!" The person who was ordered came over and called Wang Dali.

"You're a general?" Wang Dali had the impression that no one could assign a general.

"No, but I'm also a general, Brigadier General Gao Shen, it's still enough to ask you a few words!" The brigadier general was not as sad as the young man, and pointed to the epaulettes on his coat with a smile, as if he wanted to close the distance between him and Wang Dali.

The commodore general's action of pointing to the epaulettes immediately reminded Wang Dali that he had heard in the border regiment that the more stars on the shoulders of the Manchurians, the greater the officers. Wang Dali subconsciously looked at the young man at the door, he held the coat in his hand, and Wang Dali just happened to see the epaulettes on the coat. Wang Dali counted it, and there were seven more stars on the epaulettes than the brigadier general, and there was also a dazzling sun.

"General!" With so many stars on his shoulders, this person must be a great general, Wang Dali suddenly cried and rushed to the young man outside the door. However, as soon as his body was in the air, he was held down by seven or eight hands almost at the same time, and his body was so weak that he could no longer move, and he couldn't even make a sound.

"Do you have to tell me?" The young man's mood seemed to be worse, and he walked back impatiently, and Wang Dali, who was pressed to the ground, could only see the tips of his leather shoes.