Chapter 6 The Courage of the Gentlemen of Beijing
Hearing him say this, the brothers of the machine gun company immediately came to their senses, and loaded the condenser tube and cooling tank onto the British-made Vickers water-cooled heavy machine gun, and the company commander looked at Chen Zikun and asked, "How do you know?" β
Chen Zikun took out the instruction manual behind him: "Report sir, there is a picture on it." β
The company commander took the instruction manual and glanced at it, it was printed with the words gun, machine, .303, marki, and below was the combination of the parts and the description in foreign language, and it was really clear at a glance, but the big-headed soldiers had never been in the habit of reading the manual, and they subconsciously threw it away when they saw the paper with words.
"Young man, he's very clever and big, that one?" The machine gun company commander looked at Chen Zikun with admiration, a soldier with this physique was the most suitable to be a machine gunner.
Chen Zikun followed his heels: "Report to the chief, I am from the cooking class." β
"Oh, do you want to be a soldier in a machine gun company?"
"Report sir, I don't want to!" Chen Zikun replied categorically.
The company commander seemed a little surprised, but he didn't force him, and looked at Chen Zikun twice, and then took his subordinates to test the gun.
Wang Degui walked over with a smile and patted Chen Zikun on the shoulder: "Boy, you have ambition, you haven't lost the cooking class, I will pass on your two-handed skills when you go back, and you will be unscathed on the battlefield." β
Chen Zikun said: "Lao Wang, I know that you have a lot of good things, don't hide them, pass them on now." β
The other gang leaders also followed suit, and Lao Wang waited for them to have enough sycophants, and then said slowly: "According to my opinion, in less than half a year, the army will start to fight, and when the time comes, the guns will not be long-sighted, and those who want to live will prick up their ears and listen carefully." β
The leaders of the gang sat around on the left and right, concentrating.
"When the commander calls for a charge, don't be stupid and rush forward with a straight waist, run with a cat on your waist, try to walk the curve, don't be afraid when you hear the sound of the cannon, listen to the sound first, if it is a bang, it is still 108,000 miles away, if there is a whistle scream, then you have to quickly lie down and save your life, remember to lie down in the crater, the artillery will not fire two shots in the same place."
"Cut, it's those old calendars again." Seeing that there was nothing new, the gang leader got up and left one by one, only Chen Zikun continued to sit next to him: "Lao Wang, go on." β
Lao Wang knocked on the cigarette pouch: "A bunch of illiterate things, okay, I'll tell you one person, talk about how to dodge the machine gun." β
Just as he was about to start speaking, he suddenly heard a shout: "Stand up! β
All the soldiers reflexively put their heels together, their hands drooped, and their waists straight, and then they saw Wu Peifu walking over surrounded by a deputy officer and staff officer, and asked the soldiers in a gentle voice if they could eat enough, did they write a letter to their families, and walked up to Chen Zikun, Wu Peifu stopped and asked gently: "Are you used to living in Hunan?" β
Chen Zikun straightened his chest: "Report to the division commander, you are used to living." β
Wu Peifu nodded: "Okay." β
Just as he was about to move forward, Chen Zikun shouted again: "Report to the division commander!" β
Wu Peifu turned his head to look at him: "You say." β
"My gun is too old, the rifling is gone, can I replace it with a new one." Chan said.
Wang Degui was shocked, and said in his heart that this kid dared to say anything in front of the teacher.
Wu Peifu took Chen Zikun's rifle, pulled the bolt and looked at it, and asked with interest: "You are a gang leader, what are you doing with a new gun?" β
Chen Zikun said: "The man is also a soldier, and he can also go into battle to kill the enemy. β
"What are you going to kill?" Wu Peifu asked with a frown.
"Report to the division commander, I want to kill the traitors who betrayed Qingdao."
Wu Peifu laughed, patted Chen Zikun's shoulder and said, "Okay! Be ambitious! β
Wang Degui breathed a sigh of relief, and said in his heart that Chen Da is really good at patting on the back, and a sentence is scratching the itchy flesh of the division commander, and what our division chief hates the most is Duan Qirui and Xu Shuzheng's gang, who repeatedly called to support patriotic students and demand that the national thieves be punished, which is the right way for him.
Sure enough, Wu Peifu stretched out his hand and waved to his guard, the guard took off the pistol and handed it over, Wu Peifu personally handed the gun to Chen Zikun and said: "This is a German-made Mauser pistol, you take it to train the army well, and you will go into battle to kill thieves in the future." β
"Yes! Thank you, Commander! Chen Zikun saluted a standard military salute, and then took the pistol very solemnly.
Wu Peifu's expression was solemn, and he also returned a military salute.
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Before you know it, it is the end of the year, the third division kills pigs and sheep, and the lanterns are colorful, even the barracks full of slaughter are full of the atmosphere of the New Year.
The quartermaster department issued winter clothes to the soldiers, two-and-a-half-foot cotton robes, and cotton military pants with a crown crotch.
Approaching the end of the year, the food of the troops has been strengthened, and you can see meat every three or five days, and the training has also been strengthened.
As the sun sets, the silhouettes of the soldiers on the watchtower look like sculptures, and after tonight, it is 1920.
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Shanghai, in a Shikumen house on Sanma Road in the British Concession, Jian Bing was lamenting to herself in the mirror, she had bad luck in the past six months, first betrayed her relatives, then the bank collapsed, and the 10,000 yuan she had accumulated over the years was wiped out, but some people persuaded her to find someone to marry, or return to her old business, but Jian Bing recognized that Chen Zikun would come to pick her up, and said that she was not willing to engage in a comedy career anymore.
The maid Xiaotao jumped into the river and died, her cousin Agui carried the corpse to make trouble, Jianbing was not a sheep to be slaughtered, and they had a big fight, so they simply moved to Sanma Road to live.
There was a knock on the door, and the servant went down to open the door to see that there was a young man in a suit and leather shoes standing outside, speaking in a northern official dialect: "May I ask Miss Jianbing to live here?" β
The servant was instructed by Jianbing, and all those of unknown origin were blocked, so he replied, "There is no such person." Just as he was about to close the door, the young man had already reached into the door with one foot, and squeezed in with a smile: "Don't be afraid, I'm Miss Jianbing's old friend." β
Jian Bing heard the familiar northern official accent upstairs, hurried to the staircase, and was disappointed when he saw someone coming, this person's name is Li Yaoting, he is Chen Zikun's brother, everyone drank wine together twice, and they belonged to general friends.
"It's Mr. Li, Nong, but there is news of Chen Zikun?" Jian Bing thought about it, and his eyes lit up again.
Li Yaoting took off his top hat and bowed very elegantly: "Hello Miss Jianbing, there is no news from Da Kunzi for the time being, so what, let me take a look, do you need help here?" β
"Oh, that's right, come up and have a coffee." Jian Bing said politely.
Li Yaoting was restrained and polite when he drank coffee, and when Jian Bing turned around, he saw a pair of eyes staring at him intently from the corner of his eye, and a sneering smile couldn't help but rise at the corner of his mouth.
Men, all the same.
"Mr. Li is twenty years old this year, right?" Jian Bing cocked his orchid fingers, stirred the coffee with a small silver spoon, and asked slowly.
Li Yaoting subconsciously touched his meticulously combed back hair, and replied, "It's more than twenty." β
Jian Bing smiled deliciously: "It's strange, Chen Zikun is only twenty years old, you are his brother, but you are older than him." β
Li Yaoting blushed, drank all the coffee with his neck up, got up to say goodbye, and almost knocked over the coffee table in a panic, which caused Jian Bing to laugh non-stop, his soft waist kept shaking, and the laughter like silver bells filled his ears.
"Miss Jianbing, I'm leaving." Li Yaoting hurriedly went downstairs, his heart churned, this time he came to visit, but it took him a lot of thought and guts, just now he was at the door for an hour, smoking a box of cigarettes before he had the courage to knock on the door, but he didn't play a single line he thought of, no way, he fainted when he saw Jianbing.
Seeing each other and being content, Li Yaoting came to the door, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw a few big men, he took a step back and asked, "Who are you looking for?" β
"Looking for Jianbing!" It was the old scar and Agui of the Axe Gang who came, and they pushed Li Yaoting into the room, sat down on the sofa and said, "Do you think that the Allah Axe Gang can't find Nong when you hide here?" β
Jian Bing stood on the stairs and sneered: "So what, even if Xiao Tao's death has something to do with Ala, it won't be the turn of the Axe Gang to speak." β
Agui jumped up and said, "How can it not be your turn, Allah is Xiao Tao's fiancΓ©." β
Old Scar said: "Miss Jianbing, the Allah Axe Gang is not unreasonable, the Nong family has such a thick foundation, just take some pension and come out." β
Jian Bing hugged his arms: "Say the number." β
Old Scar stretched out five fingers: "Five thousand oceans and one life, it's not too much." β
Jian Bing smiled: "What Nong said lightly, in today's market, five thousand yuan can buy ten lives." β
Agui slapped the table: "Nong stinky bitch-son, don't be embarrassed to your face, annoy Allah, the white knife goes in and the red knife comes out!" As he spoke, he pulled out a sharp axe from his back and slashed it on the mahogany table with a thud.
Jianbing was taken aback.
"Brother, the injuries and anger of the knife and gun, look at my face, and be lenient." Li Yaoting, who had not spoken, stepped forward to persuade.
Ah Gui's eyelids rolled: "Nong is dry?" Why give Nong face. β
Li Yaoting smiled: "I'm Li Yaoting from the Petersburg Club, come, smoke a cigarette." β
As he spoke, he took out the cigarette rolls of the three forts and handed them over, but Lao Scar and Ah Gui didn't give him face, and the deflated three of the Petersburg Club dared to charge a large clove of garlic in front of the Axe Gang.
Li Yaoting took back the cigarette in a daze, and suddenly pulled the axe on the table.
Old Scar and Agui took a step back and clenched their fists.
Jian Bing on the stairs opened his mouth, but still didn't say anything.
Li Yaoting smiled: "Two big brothers, bullying women is not a skill, buddy will open your eyes today, let you see the courage of Beijing gentlemen!" β
As he spoke, he pressed his left hand on the table, suddenly raised the axe, and chopped it down without hesitation!
With a scream, Jian Bing covered his eyes.
Blood splattered, a finger was cut off, Li Yaoting's face turned pale, but the corners of his mouth still had a smile.
"Dude, I'm smiling, I'll give me Li Yaoting's face today, okay?" These words burst out word by word.
Lao Scar and Ah Gui glanced at each other, and there was a huge shock in their hearts, what the mixed society is most afraid of is this kind of lifeless character, who is so cruel to himself, not to mention others, if he is forced to continue today, I am afraid that he will die, of course, it is difficult to say who will die.
"Okay, Allah will give Nong face today, a few days of grace." The two of them walked away.
Jian Bing hurriedly ran down from the upper floor to support the crumbling Li Yaoting, and beckoned to the servant: "Quickly bring gauze and cotton wool." β
Li Yaoting laughed miserably, pushed away Jianbing, bent down with difficulty to pick up his fingers and put them in his pocket, pushed open the door, turned around and said, "I said, I can help." β
Jianbing was speechless.
Li Yaoting walked out of this Shikumen house, his hands were painful, but there was a pride in his chest that soared into the sky.
If you want to get ahead in Shanghai, you have to be ruthless! Vicious! Vicious!