Wang Hongjun's position is also at the rank of chief, but he is guarding Cao Li, which is equivalent to the secretary of Gong Cao Han Mingda, and he is a well-informed person, who is more familiar with the environment here and all kinds of Taoism.

"Brother Linghu, these five soldiers are the catchers of Caoli, and they are all elites selected from the scouts of various camps and towns in Mayi, and I usually don't have much contact with them."

"yes, I see."

Linghu Po somewhat understands the setting of the department that guards Cao, and this catcher and catcher is equivalent to the relationship between the special task force of the military intelligence department and the team members in later generations.

They are responsible for carrying out special tasks such as eradicating spies and capturing enemy plots, and their whereabouts are erratic.

This time, Han Mingda brought a Wu catcher, obviously in the name of accompanying Guo Ruixiao to defray the border defense, and there were other secret missions to be carried out.

As for what secret mission, it is estimated that only Guo Rui and Han Mingda know about it, and Wang Hong doesn't seem to know about it, otherwise, he would have quietly revealed it.

Ling Hupo ate two bites of the food on the table and drank a bowl of haggis soup, and then completely despaired of these foods.

There is no taste, it is better to nibble on the flatbread you brought.

To add insult to the blockage, Wang Honggang served him a bowl of haggis soup, and the bearded post chief came over and whispered to Ling Hupo:

"This military master, General Guo in the upper wing room asks you to come and accompany me."

The sound was not loud, but in the empty and relatively quiet hall, it was like a thunderbolt.

There were five people at the next table next door, and they immediately began to smack their lips with their eyebrows and sighs.

Entering the mother, what is the way of this guy, he won the favor of the general when he first arrived, like a veteran who has been here for a year or two, General Guo has even seen it once.

Five pairs of resentful eyes were projected in unison.

The content of this post chief's message, even Wang Hong was surprised, stunned and stunned.

Guo Rui, the Duke of Qin in the Final Jin Dynasty, the sixth son of the Great Sima Guo Xiang of the Dynasty, has just been promoted to the general of Huwei from the fifth grade, and he belongs to the high-ranking figure in the strict officialdom military system.

Ordinary officials don't even have a chance to look up at him.

I never thought that Guo Rui would take the initiative to invite a young chief to accompany him at the same table, what an honor it is.

Ling Hupo was also stunned when he heard this, and he glanced at the post chief again with a puzzled look, meaning that you are not mistaken!

The captain seemed to read the meaning of the other man's gaze, and he nodded slightly, took a step back, and bowed in a gesture of please.

Very sure and confirmed.

Ling Hupo stood up without hesitation and walked towards the upper wing with his head held high.

The five people at that table were all watching, and the eyes of envy, jealousy, hatred, and other mixed tastes, and emotional leakage, could be easily felt.

The military is a factional, highly exclusionary group that excludes all groups and individuals who are different from them.

Tough and stubborn is the mainstream, and fighting is entertainment!

Bullying new pawns is a hobby, and obeying superiors is a rule!

Defending the country is the slogan, and desperately bleeding is the profession!

It is the goal to increase the rank and enter the knighthood, and it is the ideal to make meritorious contributions!

And when there is only a single soldier, you can think of him as an ordinary person, although there are differences, but generally not too big.

But if a few soldiers get together, it's a completely different matter.

When ordinary people or small people come across them, it's best to stay away from them.

If you want to fit in with them, you can't just be polite, and the more you put your smile up, the more they like to slap you in the face.

Ling Hupo was already thinking about these in his heart.

Now, he's a catcher, and he doesn't need to be too polite with these soldiers.

The only thing that is a little jealous is that these guys in front of him, if they can come out with them this time, they must be people that Han Mingda can trust.

The background should not be too high, the average scholar or squire landlord family, look at their virtue and face, it is clear at a glance.

The table where the five people sat was very large, and the horizontal side just blocked the way to the upper wing, so that Hupo could only go around the table.

The tallest guy closest to Linghu Slope suddenly stretched out a foot forward and crossed him.

What kind of character is Linghu Po, he has long been vigilant, how can he fall for his tricks?

"You're blind, you didn't see me coming, your legs and feet are unruly, and you're stretching out?!" He endured it and didn't move, but he reprimanded him coldly.

As expected, the fire was ignited.

"Wow...", he stood up.

This guy is half a head taller than Ling Hupo, and he has also strengthened his figure, and with that ugly big face, he is very oppressive.

"Are you talking to Lao Tzu?"

After speaking, he grinned and sneered and looked around, and immediately someone cheered and laughed.

Ling Hupo sighed in his heart, just this kind of virtue, at first glance, he is a fool, throughout the ages, the image of this soldier has been ruined by these guys.

"Dare to call Lao Tzu in front of me, you are looking for death!"

Ling Hupo's eyes widened, and it was an uppercut to his stomach.

As soon as he didn't agree, he fought hard, and he behaved more like a stunned young man than his opponent.

Without any stance, he shot like lightning, and he was caught off guard and received a heavy punch.

The people didn't see anything special, so they punched casually, but it was a muffled sound of "bang...".

As soon as the guy laughed dryly, his smile froze violently, his eyes glared at the boss, and his face turned white.

His body was funny and cute, like a boiled prawn, and he bent down and knelt on the ground when he covered his stomach.

Uh-uh, he spit out what he had just eaten.

The stomach is the weakest, and after such a blow, it is only vomiting, which shows that this guy is indeed very strong.

Ling Hupo took a step back, frowned with disdain on his face, and sneered: "Papier-mâché, dare to call yourself Lao Tzu like this?" ”

Before the words fell, the tables and chairs next to him sounded, and all the people at the table stood up.

Otherwise, as long as the soldiers get together, they don't want to provoke it.

Because they tend to be in unison, they have a strong sense of both prosperity and loss.

The one closest didn't even say a word of nonsense, jumped up and swung an iron fist the size of a bull's hoof, and slammed it towards Ling Hupo's face.

Linghu Po's eyes were floating, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he grinned with a hint of coldness, he suddenly raised his arm to block, and at the same time raised his palm.

"Smack..."

A backhand was thrown on the other party's face, as if the two of them had a tacit understanding.

But just this time, the one screamed miserably, covered his nose, and bleed from his nose and wept.

Bypassing him, Ling Hupo took the initiative to attack, and came to another person in two steps.

The other reached out and grabbed him by the collar, ready to wrestle with his legs.

Ling Hupo pressed his hands, immediately grabbed the other party's wrists, and twisted them hard.

The other party grinned in pain and leaned back directly, causing Hupo to cut his left palm horizontally and accurately slash at the opponent's neck.

"Click..." A bang.

The opponent immediately lay on the ground horizontally, rolled on the ground several times with his neck covered, and his body curled up in a ball in pain, out of breath.