"What's your name?" In front of me was a dilapidated Russian family, a young man, a White Russian woman, two boys of seven or eight years old, and a little girl of five or six years old, living on the streets of Lanzhou in tattered clothes. To be precise, it wasn't exactly a family, the young man was the younger brother of a white woman.

"Yovnotsky, who fled from the Soviet Union." The young man looked at Jiang Li calmly and said.

"You must have been in a good family before." He had not known about the Soviet movement to exterminate the kulak class, but since he had come to this world, he had heard of it somewhat. Jiang Li jumped off his horse and beckoned to one of the little white Russian boys, who was a little chattering.

The young white man's face changed, and he wanted to protect the little boy behind him. was stopped by Zhao Weiting single-handedly.

The little guy glanced at the White Russian woman, and then looked at Jiang Li with a wincing gaze.

"Don't be afraid, little one." Finding that there was still no way to make the little guy give up his guard, Jiang Li smiled helplessly, turned to another guard, Wang Dalin, and said, "Take out all the cash you have, and pay you back when you go back." ”

When Wang Dalin and the others heard this, they didn't even dare to say it, so they immediately took out the cash on their bodies and put it together, and there were more than 300 oceans. A big bag. Jiang Li took the package and put it in front of the white woman and said, "If you don't have a place to go, you can go to Lanzhou Street and rent a random shop to do some small business to make a living." ”

After speaking, Jiang Li took a group of guards on the horse and left.

Jovnotsky and the Belarusian women looked at the departing soldiers of the Republic of China in amazement. The Republic of China is very chaotic, but fortunately, there is no malice towards them who are homeless people who don't have much money, and it is the first time that Jovnosenki has encountered such generosity.

"Wei Ting!" Jiang Li limped on the horse's back. He also called his own guards.

"What does the commander command?" Zhao Weiting hurriedly stepped forward and said.

"You secretly sent someone to collect some outcast White Russian children. The number of people is limited to 200 for the time being. Jiang Li said. Zhao Weiting is bold and careful, and he is naturally very good at being his guard, it is a pity that such a talent is tied to his side, and it is time to let it out.

"Yes, Commander!" Zhao Weiting nodded as always.

Jiang Li smiled with satisfaction, Zhao Weiting is such a character, he will never doubt his orders, this boundless order looks absurd. But Jiang Li naturally wouldn't do meaningless things, just now he funded the White Russian family in distress just now because the child was very similar to the child of Jiang Li, a close friend of the White Russians in his previous life. That White Russian friend was also a mercenary, and later died while on a mission with Jiang Li. Jiang Li would go to see his little ones once a year, and it was precisely because of this that he was caught by his rivals.

Seeing this familiar face again gave Jiang Li some inspiration, no matter what era the importance of spies cannot be ignored, but due to the difference in skin color and race, spies in the Republic of China cannot blend into the circle of the white world. This problem was solved in later generations, and some underground giants began to raise some white children at a young age and indoctrinate them with ideas. Brainwash and raise it. Give them a certain amount of professional training. And then put it out. It's nothing to adopt a White Russian child, but if the Soviet Union knew about his ulterior motives, I'm afraid that the red tyrant Stalin wouldn't make him feel better, but who would know if he didn't make a noise about this kind of thing?

Although the Soviet Union was the object of cooperation for a long time to come, there were only interests between countries that were eternal. Although the Soviet Union took the Kwantung Army in history, the Soviet Union did countless evil things in the Northeast. Although Stalin gave some assistance to the Republic of China in the early days of the Anti-Japanese War, it was only a means to balance the situation, and in the face of the rising German fascists, the Russian Far East was naturally unable to sleep under the huge Kwantung Army group, and it was in his interests to hold back the Japanese army through the Republic of China. Once the threat of the Japanese army was lifted, the Soviet Union was equally afraid of a rising China. That's why Stalin, after sending troops to defeat the Kwantung Army, dismantled almost all valuable industrial machinery in the Northeast and destroyed some important mining areas. Rape and adultery and plunder can also be done.

In order to completely eliminate the threat of a rising China to the Far East, to plot the independence of Outer Mongolia and to destroy Japan's industrial base in Northeast China, Stalin was also deliberately planning. However, now the Kwantung Army does not need the Soviet Union to take action anymore, and has moved all the machinery of Mukden to the northwest, and now there are still a few years before the full-scale outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War. At this time, the Northwest was already able to produce its own steel, machine guns, and cannons. This time, a large amount of machinery was bought back from the West, and the production of airplanes and tanks was improved later, and the production capacity of the arsenal was further expanded. In contrast, the loss of the Northeast Arsenal and the South Manchurian Road, the Kwantung Army wants to grow to the deformed size of history again, and it will have to be delayed for at least a few years. Later, China relied on its own capabilities and the assistance of the United States to clean up the Kwantung Army, and it may not be known.

As for these white people who have grown up more than ten years later, even if they are not sent to the Soviet Union, they can solve some of the problems in the Western world, which can be regarded as a shadow laid at this time.

With this thought, Jiang Li returned to his residence in Lanzhou. Just in time to hear a string of silver bells of laughter inside.

"You crazy girl, you don't have a proper shape in the sky, if you don't restrain your temperament a little, I will see how you can marry in the future." Jiang Li looked at the cousin Huang Qiao, who was jumping up and down angrily, a little crazy, is the second daughter of his uncle Huang Xiansheng, and is now studying at Northeastern University in Lanzhou.

"Ignore you." Huang Qiao snorted, he was more favored at home, and he had a good relationship with Jiang Li. Didn't make much of it.

"Commander Jiang!" Feng Chuyan, who came with Huang Qiao, greeted Jiang Li with a slightly red face.

"I'm friends with your eldest brother, and the two of us are familiar with each other, so let's call me my cousin in the future, so as not to be born." Jiang Li said with a smile, before Feng Yong went to the United States, he usually took care of Feng Chuyan, and took her to Jiang Li's house twice, Jiang Li's mother had a very good impression of the gentle and lovely Feng Chuyan. And everyone, including Feng Zhanhai and others, also thought that Jiang Li, as the leader of the 15th Route Army, needed to find someone to take care of his private life. Avoid overexertion.

"Ah, if you want to fall in love, don't do it in front of me, okay." Huang Qiao protested.

"The adults talk, and the children stay." Jiang Li laughed when he heard this, but Feng Chuyan made a big red face. There is a noisy Huang Qiao and a gentle Feng Chuyan in the courtyard, but it is a lot more lively.

Jiang Li invited the cook to cook in the house, and after eating, Jiang Li fell asleep deeply, and had a more fragrant dream, but the heroine in the dream was a little unclear, one would be the gentle and lovely Feng Chuyan, and the other would be a little arrogant Yang Ying. (The book has written 200 chapters, and it's time to solve the marriage problem of pig's feet, but who to choose, it's really tangled.) (To be continued.) )