In these years, there are very few gangs that can really go ashore, and even if they do, some of the little brother leaders under them are still operating gray income.

If you go to a big city, you can often see hundreds of thousands of people fighting between two gangs for land and for a local project.

is like a kung fu clip of Xing Ye, who fights against the people in the village, which is still implicit.

But one thing is very true, the patrol will not care, and the gang members will be happy to see how they fight and kill them.

Dog-eat-dog, they don't bother to take care of the common people, unless it's a disturbance in the neighborhood of some wealthy people, then they will definitely have to shoot a warning.

Secondly, there are patriotic gangs, and of course there are traitors.

It's like after the fall of Jinmen, nine out of ten gang bosses directly and blatantly became traitors.

Even before the fall, he began to secretly hook up with the Orientals.

Shanghai is better, there is a Mr. Du, but how many Mr. Du are there?

As for some Mary Sue warlords' aunts and wives in later generations, well, it can be understood as a beautiful fantasy, but this fantasy is completely out of reality.

First of all, the vast majority of warlords have as many wives as cows' hair, and in their eyes women are like clothes.

Since it is clothes, it can be changed and worn, and even if the official or colleague needs it, if he asks for it, he will give it to the other party to wear.

If your love will be excellent, there will even be gifts for subordinates to wear, and so on.

This is only secondary, and these warlords need to fight, and as the situation continues to change, they are facing great mental pressure.

Some of these people like to be violent to others, and some of them shoot their own women directly because something doesn't go well.

There was once a woman who wrote about the lives of these aunts.

Most of them are nothing more than raised like a pig, and there is money anyway.

Some were beaten to the point of mental illness, and some were simply tired of playing and given away, or sold in a kiln to fend for themselves.

The aunt's wife in this era seems to be glamorous, but in fact she has no personality at all.

As for the people at the bottom, don't mention it, there are not many bigwigs who are really willing to care about the lives and deaths of the people.

Once the war breaks out and the logistics on the front line are tight, supplies will be nearby.

And this nearby supply is very simple, just know it after watching the 1942 movie.

If you rob you of your food, you'd better smile shyly, otherwise a shot will collapse you.

In a disaster year, some people will sell their daughters first, and if they have several sons, they will sell the other sons and leave the favorite one to pass on the lineage.

What if there is still no food? Then sell the mother-in-law for food.

In short, leave a legacy of incense.

What if I still don't have the money? Either find a big family to entrust the only son, or go to the big family to be a slave yourself.

In fact, the grassland is not bad, everyone goes straight to the front, and if there is no food, then go and grab it, but if you can't grab it, you will die.

But in the Central Plains, if the people are really forced to be helpless, who wants to fall into the grass?

After chatting for a while, Zhao Ming and Zhang Kai were completely heart-to-heart.

"Zhao.... Sir Zhao, should we report our last battle exploits first? Try that one? ”

"Lao Zhang, I am very unaccustomed to your sudden change of words!"

Zhao Ming frowned, this Chief Zhao sounds very pleasant to others, but how is it strange for Lao Zhang to call him like this?

"Then I'll call you Zhao Ye like everyone else." Zhang Kai also felt embarrassed.

In front of this chief, he actually became a subordinate of his subordinates.

"Whatever you want, anyway, don't call me sir, it always feels wrong when you call me."

Zhao Ming waved his hand, and immediately began to think about the other party's question just now.

"You can try the other party's mouth, catch the other party's appetite, and lower your posture. If the other party loosens his mouth, then let's take this as the standard, don't give Lao Tzu a direct copy of the retreat of the Outer Mongolians, and go directly to the south! ”

Zhao Ming's words were naturally joking.

Rushing to the south is too lacking in morality, but he knows that with Zhang Li's previous performance, there has been no movement for more than half a month, and the other party can't say that he is more anxious than him.

"What about the grain? How will we solve the problem of food in the future? Relying on that Chief Officer Zhang to allocate food to us, we can only last for a while.

When the war is over, he will still be able to choke our necks. Zhang Kai asked the next question.

"That's not in a hurry, we won't be short of food after this time."

Zhao Ming smiled and did not answer.

Food is a relatively easy point to solve, but the trouble is the next micro-operation.

If you want to stabilize the Outer Mongolian people, you have to keep picking wool from Zhang Li, and the scale of this must be grasped, otherwise if you are not careful, it will be a waste of bamboo baskets.

After chatting with Zhang Kai for about an hour, everyone else was a little drunk, and a few people were already lying on their backs and falling asleep.

However, the monkey was still pulling Wang Er, and Baoshan was babbling about his non-existent experience of wind and snow.

Zhao Ming was about to chat with Zhang Kai this time, and he was about to eat something to fill his stomach, but he had been chatting just now.

However, while eating, his eyes found that Chang Wei on the side was sitting alone and drinking stuffy wine, and he was not involved in the topic of monkeys.

Seeing this, Zhao Ming swallowed some more food to fill his stomach, and then came to Chang Wei with a pot of wine and sat down.

Reached out and pulled out a cigarette and handed it over.

"One?"

"Hmm." Chang Wei took it sullenly, lit it silently, and didn't speak.

"What? You've been here for more than half a month, haven't you? Not used to it yet? Zhao Ming joked with a light smile.

"It's not Zhao Ye, I'm quite used here."

Chang Wei finished speaking, and then there was nothing more.

Seeing this, Zhao Ming's face turned pale, and he said in a deep voice, "What else can't be said in front of me?" Something to talk about? Don't put a stinky face here! ”

These words made Chang Wei withdraw from that state, but his big face was full of bitterness and incomprehension.

He frowned, and said in a complaining, puzzled and dissatisfied tone, "Master Zhao, I just don't understand, why don't you let the brothers follow you to kill foreign devils this time?" ”

"The brethren are not afraid of death, and they have been trained before they came, and they are proficient in equestrian and gun skills.

And.... And they are all their own people, and they are all selected from the bankers.

I... I don't quite understand...."

As Chang Wei said all the words in one go, Zhao Ming understood why the other party looked like this.

Feelings are not taken seriously.

This is also normal, after all, Chang Wei and his party represent Fengjiazhuang, and in the eyes of outsiders, they belong to the descendants of Zhao Ming.

In recent years, many bigwigs in the army, almost all of the guards around them are their descendants.

It's understandable that I'm so confused and depressed.