Several cars were parked outside the command post of the umbrella school, and the two-and-a-half-ton truck was already good at this time.

Xue Xishan stood at the door of the cooking class and shouted to Zhang Sixing, who was getting into the car,

"Sir, eat noodles at noon, you watch the time."

Zhang Sixing, who was standing on the pedal of the car, answered the call and got into the driver's building. I'm going to Jurong City to buy something today, but he really doesn't have any money.

When I first entered the war zone, I didn't bring any money at all, and the funds applied for by the German Officers' Advisory Corps were still on the way.

I was able to go shopping, thanks to the old cigarette pouch. He took the work of cleaning up the battlefield very seriously after every battle, and he got a lot of money from cleaning the battlefield.

The walls of Jurong City are not high, and I don't know which dynasty and which generation built them. At the moment, the walls are mottled, revealing a lack of maintenance. There were a few soldiers with guns in the city, dangling like ghosts on the city walls.

The battle of Jinling will start soon, and the people here can't smell that the war is near.

Just when Zhang Sixing felt uncomfortable, Hansen interjected on the side,

"Sir, there is a saying in China that if you are warlike, you will die, and if you forget the war, you will be in danger, and now it looks like the devil is coming, and such a city wall is not repaired urgently, this can be regarded as forgetting the war and being dangerous."

Zhang Sixing, who had nothing to say about this, just shook his head, with a solemn expression on his face. Looking at his expression, Hansen closed his mouth in amusement.

As soon as the car arrived at the gate of Jurong City, it was stopped by the soldiers guarding the gate.

Several lean, lean soldiers in gray uniforms with guns on their backs stopped the car, led by a young squad leader.

But looking at the face is also scorched and scorched, looking like a big smoker. Carrying a box cannon in his hand, he walked and swayed, his eyes looking at the car in front of him, as if he was looking at some fat sheep.

"Stop, what's going on?"

The "crunch" car stopped, and looking at the people who got out of the car, the leader of the city soldiers squad was startled at first.

Two white Russian drivers who looked like woolly bears, plus Hansen, the three of them stood there a head tall and a wide shoulder.

The squad leader of the city soldiers was stunned at first, but when he saw Zhang Sixing, his expression was relieved again.

"Hire a few foreigners to scare Lao Tzu. Brothers, which way is on, what do we have to do in Jurong. ”

Before Zhang Sixing could speak, Hansen had already reached into his pocket and was ready to take out the money. It seems that he has been in China for a long time at this time, and he has long been used to this kind of thing, or in Hansen's mind, this matter is similar to tipping in the United States.

"What are you doing?"

"Sir, this is China, sometimes ......"

Looking at Hansen in surprise, Zhang Sixing didn't understand what was wrong with the German guy in front of him. Hansen squinted at the little squad leader, looked disdainful, and whispered to Zhang Sixing,

"Zhang Guan, spend money to buy a quiet."

One sentence made Zhang Sixing's anger choke in his throat, and he thought about what he should do. Or you should be like a person who "achieves great things", turning a blind eye and following the local customs.

After all, the relationship between colleagues, the face of the superiors, and the strong men of the subordinates are the primary considerations of the Chinese officers at this time. At a higher level, there are factional strifes, international aid, authority in hand, and so on.

As for this kind of thing in front of him, the so-called old man will shake his head and say in a deep voice,

"Young man, things in the world are so simple, you have to face the reality, some things can't be solved by blood."

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Zhang Sixing had a cold face,

"We are from the Preparatory Office of the Paratrooper School, and we will go to Jurong City to buy some things."

As he spoke, he took out his ID from his pocket and handed it to the squad leader, but the squad leader raised his leg and stepped on the bumper of the car, took the ID and did not open it, but patted it on his hand with a "pop" sound, and a smile appeared on his face.

"It turned out to be the head of the paratrooper school, but there is no approval or anything to take a look. Otherwise, there are strict spies in the city, and you have a few foreigners with you, so ......"

When he said this, his eyes looked Zhang Sixing up and down without fear, and then continued,

"Brother, seeing that you are not very old, don't be so dead-eyed when you do things. I'm afraid you're a new boss, I heard my brother say that this is a fat ......."

As he spoke, a smile welled up on his burnt thin face, and he even raised an eyebrow at Zhang Sixing.

Han Sen quietly looked at his chief, his face was so blue that even his eyes were faintly murderous.

In fact, he can understand Zhang Sixing, in the face of such a country, which true patriot would not be angry.

As long as you look at the squad leader in front of you, you can see that the bureaucrats are corrupt, the people are numb, and everyone only helps for wealth and interests, but in the end, they are in their hands, but they may not even be enough to make a living.

But the solution to these things is not something that any ordinary person can do. It is not a shrewd and progressive government, and it is not a society with strict rule of law.

It should not be borne by a soldier.

He was waiting to step forward to stop Zhang Sixing from arguing with the little squad leader who was guarding the door, when a series of bicycle bells rang.

When I turned my face, I saw a group of people riding bicycles, led by a middle-aged man with a clear face, with a mustache and a half-new robe.

"Why are you stopping the convoy?"

He opened his mouth to ask the soldiers guarding the city gates, and there was naturally some majesty in his tone.

"Yo, County Magistrate Lin, you are going to the countryside, but the foreigners in these cars have no documents and no other certificates, they want to enter the city. In order to guard against the Japanese spies, I stopped them. ”

Whether it is the county magistrate Lin or the squad leader, everyone understands that this is just a "passable face" scene.

To put it bluntly, in this world, who is not relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, relying on the water to eat the water, relying on the city to blackmail the businessmen for a few dollars, what is the big problem.

"This gentleman."

According to the common custom in China, the county magistrate Lin stretched out his hand and made a gesture. With a smile on his face when he speaks, full of politeness,

"Where are you from, what is the matter with us in Jurong?"

Zhang Sixing planned to take the certificate from the squad leader and explain the problem to the county magistrate Lin in front of him.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Sixing stretched out his hand and took it empty, and the squad leader moved his hand, and the certificate was handed to his off-duty deputy. The smile condensed on his face and he didn't speak, but there was something provocative in his eyes.

"County Magistrate Lin, this is my ID, we are from the Preparatory Office of the Paratrooper School, go to the city to buy some materials we need."

Obviously, the county magistrate in front of him also did not know any news about the preparatory office of the paratrooper school, and there was no doubt that neither the chairman nor Zhang Sixing planned to build the paratrooper school in Jurong.

After all, everyone understands that it won't be long before the Battle of Jinling will begin.

Even after the defeat of this battle, there will be a shocking "Jinling Massacre".

However, when County Magistrate Lin opened Hansen's certificate, his face changed, and he hurriedly returned the certificate to Hansen.

"German Officers' Advisory Corps, disrespectful, disrespectful, long-admiring, long-admiring, long-admiring......"