Chapter 146: Many Friends, Many Paths

Chen Feng doesn't know that his dignity is indeed the standard for the big-headed soldiers of this era, this era is different from later generations, there is no sense of honor of the country's honor and disgrace of soldiers, everyone is at most just holding on to being a soldier to eat, maybe one day a small life will be a whimper, where is there any sense of honor.

"Mr. Zhou, yes, I did serve as a soldier for a few years, but not here."

Chen Feng looked at Zhou Jiajia, who was familiar with him, and said with a flat expression.

Think about it, I really didn't say it wrong, when I didn't serve as a soldier, I did serve as a soldier, but I was just in the Bright Sword World, but not here.

Zhou Jiajia didn't understand what Chen Feng was thinking, but just looked at Chen Feng sideways and said with a little suspicion.

"The little brother is a man who has participated in the European war, a soldier in France."

The European war is actually the first world war, and this world, like the modern world in which Chen Feng lives, has also had the first world war and the second world war. However, the second world war has not yet broken out, and people generally call the first world war a European war. After all, the main belligerents at that time were all European powers, like countries in other regions, most of them were still in the colonial period at that time, and there was no so-called national autonomy at all, even if China was only a sovereign state in name at that time.

As for why Zhou Jiajia mistakenly thought that he had been a soldier in France, there was no way, who let France be beaten so badly by Germany, his domestic troops were really a little exhausted, and he could only recruit people from other countries that did not participate in the war.

At that time, China was in the Beiyang period, although the Beiyang government did not enter the war at the beginning of the war. However, they did not obstruct the people in China, but just let them make their own decisions, so a large number of Chinese people went to France as laborers.

Chen Feng knew that Zhou Jiajia in front of him had misunderstood what he meant, but Chen Feng didn't care about such a misunderstanding. Neither nodded in agreement nor shook his head in disagreement, but just smiled lightly at Zhou Jiajia, vaguely ambiguous.

"By the way, I don't know my brother's surname, and I don't know if this title is taking advantage of my brother."

Zhou Jiajia couldn't figure out the details of Chen Feng, but thinking about it, Chen Feng must be not young when he participated in the European competition, after all, the European competition has been more than 10 years now, but this face looks like he is in his 20s.

"Chen Feng, 29 years old".

Chen Feng thought for a while and replied.

As for this age, it is actually a combination of his four or five years in the Bright Sword World plus this world, in fact, Chen Feng's real age, according to the later generations, is only 24 years old.

Zhou Jiajia looked up and down at Chen Feng and suddenly rushed, and Chen Feng gave a thumbs up.

"Brother Chen, I am a few years older than you, and I can barely call Brother Yi.

Don't say anything else, Brother Chen, your physiognomy looks like you're in your early 20s even if you say it to others, and some people will definitely believe it. If you look at me, I'm only 32 years old, and I have all those who say I'm forty or fifty years old."

Zhou Jiajia first praised Chen Feng, and then laughed at herself as if she was a little self-deprecating, and posed by herself.

Chen Feng looked at Zhou Jiajia and smiled, in fact, Zhou Jiajia was not as serious as he said, but he was indeed a little anxious.

The journey on the train was very scarce, especially in this era, the train did not travel at a speed of hundreds of kilometers per hour like later generations, and it may only take a few hours to get from one place to another, and at most it can be reached in more than 10 hours. And now Chen Feng rushed from Xiangxi to the magic capital, at least a few days, and there was no big problem in the middle of the train.

But fortunately, there is Zhou Jiajia along the way, otherwise Chen Feng can really be suffocated to death.

Of course, there is also a hint of Chen Feng's plan in this, think about it in this world, except for the ninth uncle, the same uncle, uncle and brother, there is no one who knows each other at all, and now he is going to the magic capital, and he is even more unfamiliar with life. The person in front of him is in the magic capital, as the so-called multiple friends have many roads, so as not to go anywhere when he arrives in the magic capital, his eyes are dark.

"Brother Chen, do you think our Xia Kingdom still has a bright future? Can it dominate the court from all directions like the Han and Tang Dynasties"?

Chen Feng looked at Zhou Jiajia in front of him after a few cups of three-free products, he was a little dizzy, and when he asked such words, he also smiled lightly, not knowing how to answer Zhou Jiajia's words.

Although he came from later generations, China at that time did stand at the top of the world's nations again, but if it is said that it is said that it is a big step to go from the Han and Tang dynasties to surrender in all directions.

"It depends on how the Chinese people go, whether they continue to live so cowardly, or break up."

Chen Feng gently took a sip of the three-no product, and his eyes showed a yearning for the future.

Although China in later generations won the War of Resistance against Japan after many hardships, in the eyes of all countries in the world, China only took advantage of World War I. It wasn't until the war that shocked the world a few years later, single-handedly taking on the 18-nation coalition, and the most powerful Stars and Stripes among them, that China had the confidence to speak in front of the rest of the world.

"Brother Chen is right, either survive for a long time, or give it a go, anyway, we are barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes, we are already so poor, we are already so cowardly, it is better to have a hearty battle to wake up these intoxicated citizens and high-ranking officials."

Zhou Jiajia slapped the table and looked at Chen Feng through gritted teeth.

"Eh, is this the Republic of China version of the angry youth"?

Chen Feng looked at Zhou Jiajia with some surprise, looking at him as a cultural person, obviously full of poetry and books, but he didn't expect to have such a violent side.

However, Zhou Jiajia's words are indeed a little right, but there is still a leader in this. Now the people are like a flock of sheep, allowing other powers to crossbow their wool, but they dare not have any reaction, and even every time the great powers extend a little olive branch, the sheep will be full of joy and thanks.

But if a lion were to lead the flock, even the sheep would burst out with incredible lethality.

"Brother Zhou, let's not just drink, let's taste two mouthfuls of roast chicken, let's suppress the wine"?

Although Chen Feng drank the same wine as Zhou Jiajia, this Chen Feng was a cultivator, and he didn't care much about the alcohol on his body. It's just that Zhou Jiajia in front of him is an ordinary person, looking at Zhou Jiajia looking high, Chen Feng doesn't dare to let Zhou Jiajia drink more anymore, in case he drinks a bad wine, it's not good to shout that he wants to make trouble.

Especially now that the whole workshop is quiet, some passengers who are closer to him are looking at themselves one by one, which makes Chen Feng a little unable to save face.

Never reason with unreasonable people, and never reason with drunk people, because TMD doesn't make sense at all, it's completely playing the piano to the cow.

Chen Feng is kind of persuasion, but he can't persuade Zhou Jiajia. looked at the crowd around him who had been staring at him was faceless, and directly took Zhou Jiajia's hand, quietly operated the spiritual power, and transmitted it to Zhou Jiajia's body. Soon, the alcohol on Zhou Jiajia's body dissipated little by little, and looking at the crowd around her, Zhou Jiajia's face was already a little red, and she couldn't bear to look at it directly.