The troubles of the Changchun cabinet and Guoxing'a are just the troubles of their big men, and the ordinary people of North Manchukuo don't care about these. On the Fengtian side, except for the old men in the yamen, no one knew about naturalizing Manchuria at all, and everyone was still living their own confused life.

The boundary between the Dalian Economic Zone of North Manchukuo and the territory under the jurisdiction of General Fengtian is in Jinzhou Bay, Jinzhou Bay and the north belong to General Fengtian, and Dalian Bay and the south belong to General Fuyuan, and the border between the two sides is the narrow Jinzhou Isthmus. Checkpoints are set up on both sides, but this place is called differently on both sides, the north side calls this checkpoint the oil and water port, and the south calls this place the prisoner's pass.

Dalian through the Jinzhou Isthmus to Changchun direction is all trains, the railway and near the station there are Manchurian troops garrisoned, the Qing troops in the oil and water mouth can not get the benefit at all, but there is still a huge oil and water here. The Manchurian army stationed opposite them always had some novelty in their hands, and they didn't want silver, as long as the Qing soldiers could provide some game and local products and other things, they were willing to exchange. These little things are beautiful and magical, and they may be worthless in the economic zone, but they can sell for a good price in the Golden State or further north. Therefore, although they can only do some small business in barter, the Isthmus of Jinzhou is still a fat difference in the eyes of the Qing soldiers.

The Manchurian army did not feel like the Qing army at all, and for them, garrisoning the Jinzhou Isthmus was similar to distribution. Because at the beginning of the construction of the economic zone, there were constantly bandits and Qing troops in Fengtian who harassed them across the border, so everything in Dalian kept a certain distance from the border area. Although you can see the bustling city of Dalian if you raise a telescope and look hard at the outpost, there are only whistling trains around the outpost on the isthmus, except for trees and weeds. Except for the occasional exchange of wild vegetables and wild animals from the Qing army on the opposite side, and the food is relatively healthy, the outpost of the Jinzhou Isthmus is completely a prison, and people from the south will not come here, and people from the north can only see some Qing soldiers on the opposite side.

"Cheer up, don't always think that you are doing hard work, the pride of our mercenary division, when the Imperial Brigadier General Takizawa Takukai, but it was from this prisoner's pass that he walked out. The edge of the sword is sharpened, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, you should be diligent and self-motivated, and you must not be slack! "The leader of the mercenary squadron stationed on the Isthmus of Jinzhou, Mori Genshin, can only use this kind of foolish nonsense to motivate his soldiers.

Morigen Nobu was originally a soldier under Shanyu, because he performed well in the Blood Spring Mountain and the subsequent battles, and he knew the only person named Wulin, so after the war, he was greatly promoted, and he became a squadron leader from an ordinary soldier. It's a pity that on the big day when he assigned a post, Wulin was the only one who followed Shanyu to Erbensong, and Sen Yuanxin, who ranked last in terms of seniority and military exploits, was naturally sent to the worst Jinzhou Isthmus. Guarding a barren mountain and looking at the group of poor people opposite, Sen Yuanxin is enough, and his only hope is to look forward to the only return of Wulin to save him from the sea of suffering.

The task of the Qing army and the Mori Yuan squadron was not to look at the passing trains, but to look at the path near the railway, Sen Yuan Xin was to prevent bandits or rebels from sneaking across the border, and the Qing soldiers were to prevent Manchurian spies from sneaking into Mukden territory. Therefore, in addition to garrisoning the passes on the main road, they also have the task of going out to wander around, inspecting whether there is a blockade network that has been artificially damaged. However, this action is redundant, and the bandits and rioters have not yet mastered the way to deal with the barbed wire, and there will be no one to sabotage it at all. However, both sides are still a little happy with the patrol mission, because this is trading time, and this is when they are happiest.

The Qing army carried Enfield front-loading rifles imported from Britain cross-body, carrying small beasts such as badgers on their shoulders, and a few red tassel guns carried some prey such as pheasants and dragons on the tips of the guns. No matter how you look at it, these Qing troops are more like a group of hunters than a group of border guards. The mercenaries are much better than them, their uniforms are neat, their guns are well carried, and there is nothing superfluous on their bodies. However, it is also a bit strange that the signal corps is only two hundred meters away from the outpost, and he is still carrying a backpack that is only used when marching.

Through the barbed wire, the soldiers and mercenaries got closer and closer, and finally stood face to face at the pass. After stopping, no one on either side looked at anyone, their faces were almost together, and their eyes still had to look at the place where no one was. The Qing soldiers pushed their prey and two baskets of wild vegetables from under the crossbar, and the signal soldiers also threw ten Changbaishan cigarettes and some small Dongshi items in their backpacks. No one saw the transaction completed, and the two sides finally stopped holding each other and began to laugh and talk. It is rare to see a few living people at the border, and the only two groups of people in this area naturally regard each other as their friends.

The Qing soldiers took the general Qingyi, impatiently opened a Changbai Mountain, took out one and stuffed it into his mouth. Qingyi's addiction to smoking is not that big, and the reason why he does it is because of his consistent routine. Qingyi, who was holding a cigarette, did not light the fire himself, but stretched his head in front of Mori Genxin, and he didn't make a sound to borrow the fire, his hand kept touching his body, but he didn't see anything out of it after touching it for a long time. Mori Genshin is also a person who wants to save face, and in the end, Qingyi's face turned red, so he could only take out a lighter and light a cigarette for Qingyi.

"Yo! This lighter is good! The carving is beautiful enough! Sure enough, after Sen Yuanxin lit the fire, the hand holding the lighter was grasped by Qingyi, and there was no way to take the lighter back.

"Sterling silver carving, I just bought it for less than half a month, and then I will give you a bottle of fire oil, three flying dragons, you will take it!" Sen Yuan Xincai will not be fooled, he has also been mixed up in the Isthmus of Jinzhou for a while, and he has long heard the name of Qingyi, the number one profiteer in Jinzhou.

"Sen Yuanjun, you can't do business like this! Oh, by the way, you're a samurai, you just can't do business. You should give me this lighter as a gift for those ten cigarettes for the sake of our friendship, so that I will be more willing to exchange your cigarettes in the future! Qingyi smiled like an old fox.

"Huh! Brother Qingyi, I'm not a raw melon egg who just came from Japan, you can save it! If I knew how to do business, fuck, my next month's pay would go into your pocket. You are the name of the No. 1 profiteer in Qingyi Golden State, who doesn't know our buddies of the mercenary division! If you want the goods, you will dig out something, or we will wait for the next time, you will not fool me! "Mori Genshin was not fooled.

"Cheaper! Let's discuss, often come and go, don't you call a price to death! Qingyi is not ready to give up, matches are in demand in Fengtian Province, and lighters are rare. The shell of this lighter by Sen Yuanxin is pure silver, and the carved flowers are also very good-looking, and it will definitely be sold for a good price when you take it back, but Qingyi also has to control the cost.

"At least two pheasants, a basket of wild vegetables, no less!" Mori Genshin, who is also calculating costs, is also running his brain at high speed.

The mercenaries are actually also engaged in smuggling business, and they don't want silver in addition to confusing the Qing army, mainly because the price of silver in Dalian has always been very low, and the hemp silver used in Fengtian is even less valuable. Although it is bartering now, the mercenaries make a lot of money. The area of the Dalian Economic Zone is not particularly vast, and Dalian wants to develop economy and build factories, and Lushun wants to build a military port, so there is very little land that can be used for farming and breeding. Especially after Lushun was planned as the main production area of big cherries by Guoxinga, this land was even less, and several plots of land were planted with cherry trees. Therefore, in addition to the seafood Dalian can produce itself, other food, vegetables, meat and eggs and other materials needed by Dalian have to be transported from the mainland, and the price is not expensive, but the category is very single. These pheasants, wild vegetables, and wild things that the mercenaries got from Jinzhou are very rare in Dalian, and the rich people are very willing to spend money to taste something new, and the mercenaries who make these things will naturally make a fortune. However, the income of the mercenaries is not high, and very little of their income can be put into their own purses, and most of them have to be handed over to the division. In the past, all the money earned had to be given to Tár, first, to thank the benefactor, and on the other hand, Tal had to use the money to run relationships with the mercenaries at the top. After the Battle of the Udi Valley, the mercenaries didn't have to run to protect themselves, but Asano and the others had to take care of the mercenary division to return to Japan, and there were few places where they could pay, so they naturally had to use the output of the Golden State Isthmus. Maybe that day, there will be no need to run the relationship, and Asano will not be tossed in Japan, so that the mercenaries can live a prosperous life.

"If Fengtian is incorporated into Manchuria one day, your brother must go to the military academy, and when he graduates in the future, he will become a secretary general, you are too calculating!" Sen Yuanxin and Qingyi bargained a few times, Qingyi took the lighter and refused to let go, but he refused to let go of the price, Sen Yuanxin was angry, and began to squeeze on his lips.

"What Sen Yuanjun said is reasonable, maybe I will become your commander that day, let me take a step!" Qingyi has long been skinless and faceless, so he naturally doesn't care what Sen Genxin says.

While the two were arguing, a soldier came running from the direction of the mercenary post, holding something like a newspaper in his hand. Qingyi is still entangled with Sen Yuanxin about the price, but quietly makes his brothers ready to escape behind his back, in case Northern Manchu and the imperial court are involved, these mercenaries can do them at any time. Qingyi remained silent, while Mori Genshin frowned and looked directly at the soldiers who came running.

"Squadron leader, the newspaper just delivered today has been naturalized by Fengtian!" The soldier said incredulously.

"I'm afraid I won't have to do business in the future!" Mori took the newspaper and knew from just reading the headline that their cross-border smuggling business had nothing to do.

"How will I live this day in the future?" Mori Genshin was still just a little lost, and Qingyi's face simply became a large bitter melon.