A Fictional Version of the Republic of China (13)

The graduation of the first batch of students from Chang'an Military Academy was not only of concern to them, but also to other forces.

When this school was established, it was just a small force, so the major forces sent people there to find out the details of the people behind it.

The result is seven years.

After seven years of investigation, not even a single feather was found.

It happened that the spies who were randomly sent out to do underground work were all trained to be masters of external stations.

When the school was first established, the Chang'an Military Academy preached that all students should be taught uniformly and attentively regardless of origin, and this was actually true.

He really taught all his students to be perfect warriors who could adapt perfectly both behind the scenes and in front of the scenes.

In the past seven years, although they claim to have not graduated yet, this group of students has been taken out for many appearances.

There has never been a year in the past seven years without fighting, either with one's own people or with foreigners. Occasionally, Ji Changze would collect money to bring reinforcements from students in order to train students (to supplement family income).

As long as those who are being beaten are not members of your own family and the money is enough, your all-purpose reinforcements from Chang'an Military Academy will be here as soon as possible.

Others nicknamed this group of students Black Emblem.

The reason why it is called this is that this group of students had a problem when they went out to fight. Their weapons were all sprinkled with black paint. When the enemy was hit, black marks would be left on the wounds on their bodies.

When it was over and the battlefield started to be cleaned up, there would be special soldiers to count how many enemies had black paint on them. At that time, depending on the number of people, the people from the mercenary military academy would have to pay an extra amount.

In addition, the students of Chang'an Military Academy will also wear badges representing students. Although the badges are silver-white and not black, don't call this thing, it will become a black badge when you scream.

Ji Changze didn't mind, he thought it was quite respectable to call him that.

Anyway, Chang'an Military Academy has successfully cultivated a group of terrifying students in seven years. Don't worry, many of these students were sent by other forces. Aren't there still a bunch of ordinary students left?

In addition, he has made various weapons and sold them in the past seven years, and he has abundant resources, which can be said to be a fat soldier and a strong horse.

Now, Ji Changze no longer needs to be mysterious, and those who know his true identity no longer dare to provoke him.

However, because he is a low-key person, he never takes the initiative to show force to others. After all, these days are very chaotic, but there are many people who play the trick of robbing. Ji Changze is a law-abiding and good citizen. How can he be embarrassed if others don't robbing him? To rob someone else?

Of course, he would definitely not admit that he deliberately pretended to be a pig and a tiger, waiting to be cheated.

So how can we call it a crime to take advantage of others? That's called self-defense.

In the eyes of many ordinary people, Chang'an Military Academy is still an ordinary military academy. The only unusual thing is that as long as the age and physical fitness are qualified, this school will accept them.

And it also includes distribution, dear.

Ever since, the old students left and new students came.

The new students were very excited and full of longing for the future. They had no idea that their seniors were the talents that all the major forces were vying for.

Ji Changze was upright and upright in class. He never played the trick of "you are a graduate of our school and you must work for our school." He taught how to teach anyway. Of course, he wanted to stuff the words "patriotism" into the students' minds, and other needs The talent forces themselves are Chinese, so naturally they don't mind this.

Isn’t it a pity to use such a good talent for others? Of course we have to grab it.

Anyway, Chang'an Military Academy has a clear attitude.

They are just a military academy, they don't have any fancy ideas.

If they really had that kind of intention, in seven years, they would have expanded their territory and recruited more people, and they would not only be working on their own "one-third of an acre".

Of course, others would not know that Ji Changze's "little territory" had long been dug like a rabbit hole.

After receiving the new students for a day, Ji Changze pushed past Mr. Xue Wu's office with familiarity, went to his sofa, and acted like a salted fish:

"Fifth Master, we have been setting up a trap for seven years, is it time to close it?"

Mr. Xue Wu, who was reading the newspaper: "?"

"What?"

Ji Changze: "Strengthen the country, have you forgotten? We promised to make the country strong."

Mr. Xue Wu: "...It's agreed, but what's your plan?"

"There's a fight over there. Isn't this the wealth I've worked hard to save for seven years? Now it's time to put it to use."

Mr. Xue Wu: "..."

He looked at Ji Changze, whose cheeks were flushed from drinking the Xinsheng wine, and felt that this kid was probably too drunk and was acting erratic.

To strengthen a country, does that mean that a strong country can make a strong country?

Hey, although this kid is almost sixteen years old, he is still too young after all.

****

"Bang bang bang——"

The sound of a wooden warehouse sounded in an alley. As soon as the surrounding residents heard the sound, they reacted quickly and immediately ran around with their belongings.

The more skillful their escape movements are, the more they prove the bitterness this world places on ordinary people.

A man in dusty clothes crawled out of the alley with an injured leg, but he was injured, how could he escape the pursuers behind him.

"It's your honor to serve my lord. Since you are so ignorant, then go down there and be your Chinese."

A voice sounded leisurely, and a pair of shiny riding boots stained with blood appeared along with the voice.

The man who said this, Mu Cang, turned the knife in his hand and put it back to his waist. He then pulled out a dagger and looked at the man who had lost his fighting ability on the ground with murderous intent.

He was about to step forward when a man came up to stop him: "Captain, it's best to capture him alive."

"What should we do then?"

The man looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, with single eyelids and fox eyes. His face was a little too pale because he had not been exposed to the sun for a long time. At this moment, he smiled brightly, his fox eyes narrowed with laughter, and he spoke in a good tone.

"He made my boots dirty. If he doesn't die, who will pay for my boots?"

The dagger in his hand turned to the person who was trying to stop him. He said in a good tone: "How about this, I kill you, the deputy captain, and after you die for him, we can capture him alive and hand him over to the higher-ups?"

The deputy captain was sweating coldly when he heard this: "Yes! Captain! He deserves to die!! Go ahead!"

The wounded on the ground sneered: "Heh, dog bites dog."

The fox eyes smiled and stepped on his wound. Seeing the other party swallowing his screams with a pale face, his smile became even sweeter: "Dogs not only bite dogs, but also kill people."

After saying that, he suddenly leaned over and the sharp dagger sank into the other party's heart.

Three minutes later, he stood up, took out a handkerchief to wipe his bloody hands, looked at the corpse on the ground, raised his eyebrows, and asked the team standing behind him: "Do you know what to say when you go back?"

"Yes, yes, this man resisted fiercely and was shot during the pursuit."

Fox eyes glanced at the person who spoke, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Not bad, you are very sensible, from now on, you are the deputy captain."

The man was excited for a second, suddenly sobered up, and looked at the original deputy captain hesitantly.

The deputy captain's face was ashen, and he said: "Captain, I was appointed by Lord Zhongmu, you can't..."

-Bang!

Accompanied by the sound of the wooden warehouse, he fell down with disbelief in his eyes.

Fox Eyes wiped the wooden warehouse and put it away, walked to the deputy captain's body, wiped his boots with his clothes, and said lightly: "The deputy captain died heroically during the pursuit, bury him properly."

"As for that person, send him to the mass grave and throw him away according to the old rules."

Everyone was silent, and when the captain's eyes swept over them one by one, they nodded in response, and dared not say anything else.

After they left, the body was also carried away, and someone on the opposite side of the alley came out from his hiding place with tears in his eyes.

Someone advised him: "Don't be sad, it's better for Lao Han to die like this than to be captured alive and tortured by them."

"I know."

"That man is Zhongmu's most famous adopted son? He is really cruel and can kill his own people at will."

"Can you still expect the traitor to have any conscience? He has been raised by Zhongmu since he was a child, and he probably thinks of himself as a certain countryman."

"Let's go, we still have to collect Lao Han's body tonight."

The empty day passed, and at night, several people went to the mass grave carefully, but no matter how hard they looked, they couldn't find the comrades who were thrown here during the day.

They went back depressed and dejected, and when they arrived at the door, they found that the originally quiet gathering place was bustling today, and they could still hear the crying inside, which sounded like the family members of the comrades who died before.

What's going on?

The nerves of several people suddenly tensed up, and they carefully opened the door, but they happened to see a familiar figure standing in the yard.

"Comrade Zhang?!"

Old Zhang, who died three years ago, was being hugged and crying by his wife, and his eyes were red.

Looking inside the house, it was full of people who had died. Their families were overjoyed and were crying with them.

"What's going on?"

Several people were originally immersed in grief, but now they couldn't even feel grief anymore. They stood at the door with confused faces, not knowing what was going on.

"You're back? Pack up quickly, we'll retreat to the base camp tonight."

The leader saw them and came over with a happy face.

"Look at you, you're stupid, haha, I was also shocked when I first knew about it. I didn't expect that all our comrades who were caught and [sacrificed] in the past few years were saved."

What he said, the young man who just came in couldn't hear.

He stared at the middle-aged man who was smiling and walking towards him.

The other person stood straight with a resolute face. When he saw him, he came over and hugged him.

"Good boy, you've grown up."

His face gradually overlapped with the last time he saw his father four years ago.

"Son, Dad is going to the labor camp to rescue people. They are all children your age. Wait, I will rescue them. You will have someone to talk to when the time comes. Don't bully them, okay? Okay, I'm leaving."

Then, he never came back.

The uncle who went with him said that the labor camp was a trap. After his father found out, he was arrested in order to delay the arrest of those traitors. They watched him being killed by Mu Cang with their own eyes.

The young man's tears rushed down. In the past four years, he dreamed of the last meeting with his father countless times. In the dream, his father was not dead, and their family was still fine, but when he woke up, he could only wipe away tears and accept this reality.

And now, the dream has come true.

"Dad, Dad... is it you, Dad... you are not dead? Dad, is it really you?"

The middle-aged man listened to his trembling voice, and his nose became sour. He let go of his hand and patted his son's shoulder: "How can Dad be fake? I heard from the leader that you did a good job, killed many Japanese and saved many people. Good! You are worthy of your father's child."

"Dad--"

He was hugging his father and crying, and suddenly saw a familiar figure in the corner of his eye. He was so scared that his whole body stiffened immediately, and took out the wooden gun and aimed at Fox Eyes over there.

"Hey hey hey!! One of us, one of us!!!"

Fox Eyes, that is, Wang Qiyi, was so scared that his whole body shuddered and quickly hid behind the pillar: "I said, are you ungrateful? I saved your father, and you want to kill me?!"

That's right, he, Wang Qiyi, relied on his superb acting skills and the wise leadership of the boss to get into the enemy and became the biggest enemy leader.