The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

"Why do you beat people in the street? Didn't your chief teach you military discipline?!" Lieutenant Colonel Gendarmerie asked sternly.

Seeing this, the veteran platoon leader gritted his teeth and told the whole story, while the Lieutenant Colonel of the Gendarmerie became more and more serious.

"Although there is a reason for the incident, as soldiers of the party and the country, you should abide by your duties, abide by military discipline, and check your behavior at this time of national crisis—"

The Lieutenant Colonel of the Gendarmerie scolded the brothers, but quickly changed the subject: "It's just that you are the first offender, so I won't pursue it this time, and I won't make an example!"

Although the Lieutenant Colonel of the Gendarmerie looked fierce, the brothers thought they would be taken back to prison and were about to get out like this, but things went beyond their expectations.

"Thank you, sir, for your insight!" The veteran platoon leader excitedly saluted the military police lieutenant colonel again.

"Battle Commander Zhao, do you know what you are doing! You are conniving and covering up, be careful and I will sue..."

The young man in suits and leather shoes saw that this matter was handled so lightly, and immediately yelled in dissatisfaction.

"Mr. Zhang, please respect yourself. Our gendarmerie battalion handles things, and we don't allow you to point fingers—"

"You—" Mr. Zhang has always been used to arrogance. He almost couldn't bear his breath when he heard this. He pointed at the Gendarmerie Lieutenant Colonel and said viciously: "Okay, you, just wait!"

"Mr. Zhang, let me remind you that next time the person in charge of you, if he dares to insult my revolutionary soldiers again, it will not be as simple as beating him up. I will kill him personally!"

"Okay, Zhao, you wait!" Mr. Zhang kicked the driver whose face was covered in blood, and shouted angrily, "Let's go!"

The young man surnamed Zhang took his driver and walked away in despair, but the veteran platoon leader became worried. The incident happened because of them, and he didn't expect it to end up like this.

At this moment, Yang Ling, the deputy head of the regiment, got the news and rushed over. When he saw the well-groomed military police, his heart skipped a beat.

These gendarmes are vicious masters, but if they do not die in their hands, they will lose their skin. Yang Ling was already mentally prepared, but when he walked up to him, he found that the gendarme officers were old acquaintances.

"Zhao Wenbin?" Yang Ling couldn't help shouting when he saw the cold-faced military police lieutenant colonel.

Zhao Wenbin was about to turn around and leave when he heard someone calling his name, turned around and saw the dirty Yang Ling, with a smile on his brow: "Brother Yang——"

Yang Ling had just come off the battlefield, without even a change of clothes, and was still wearing the blood-stained military uniform. Because of crawling and rolling on the battlefield, his skin had become dark and rough.

On the other hand, Zhao Wenbin's military boots were shining, his military uniform was neat and tidy, and he had gained a lot of weight, which made Yang Ling sigh.

The two shook hands excitedly, and another warm hug from a comrade-in-arms came, which made the brothers around him breathe a sigh of relief. It turned out that the deputy from the regiment knew each other.

"Brother Zhao, lieutenant colonel of the military police, the future is limitless." Yang Ling said with a smile.

Zhao Wenbin also jokingly punched Yang Ling and said, "I thought you were taken care of by the devils, but I didn't expect you to be a colonel. You really belong to me."

"Where are you hanging out now? There is no news about this separation." Zhao Wenbin asked with concern.

Zhao Wenbin and Yang Ling used to fight devils in a trench in Jiangyin. Although they belonged to different units, they were a deadly friendship. During the years of war and chaos, they never expected to meet here.

Yang Ling was full of doubts: "I am now in the 74th Army, why didn't you return to the original army and became a military police here?"

"It's a long story. I'll talk about it later when I have time. Your 74th Army fought well this time. My hands are itching to go up and beat up the little devil."

Yang Ling sighed and said, "Oh, it's too late, so I won't mention it."

Military police battalion commander Zhao Wenbin knew the whole story of the Lanfeng battle, so he naturally knew that Yang Ling and the others were not reconciled. He patted Yang Ling on the shoulder and comforted him: "Brother Yang, it doesn't matter if you run away this time, we will clean up everything one day."

Zhao Wenbin changed the topic in time, pointed at the veteran platoon leader and said, "Are these all your brothers?"

Yang Ling nodded, knowing that Zhao Wenbin was about to get down to business.

"You brothers are all good-blooded fellows, dare to act bravely, beat up that person surnamed Zhang, and finally helped me vent my anger, comfortable."

Although Yang Ling didn't know why Zhao Wenbin said that, he still helped to intercede: "Brother Zhao, can you look at my face and spare these guys this time? I promise to go back and deal with them."

Zhao Wenbin laughed: "Brother Yang, you are worrying too much. I can't be the indiscriminate person. Let the brothers have fun. With the brothers of our military police watching over us, no one dares to make trouble."

Hearing this, Yang Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief. In this unfamiliar place, being a prisoner in the hands of the military police can only be painful.

But fortunately, he met Zhao Wenbin, an old acquaintance, and the matter was finally exposed. He turned around and laughed and scolded the veteran platoon leaders: "Why are you still standing there, why should you go?"

"Brother Zhao, let's go. I'll buy you a drink. We two brothers haven't seen each other for almost half a year."

"Isn't it? It's been more than half a year."

Zhao Wenbin was also in a very good mood, rarely happy. He waved to his fellow gendarmerie brothers and asked them to patrol by themselves, while he and Yang Ling went into a tavern by the street to drink and reminisce about the old days.

Body 4 Chapter Nineteen Tough Guy Complains

The three towns of Wuhan are located in the Jianghan Plain. Although the government declared Chongqing as the accompanying capital after the fall of Nanjing, the major party and government agencies evacuated to Wuhan but were unwilling to go back. After all, further west is a difficult area with high mountains and mountains.

In the land of war-torn China, Wuhan gathered millions of people at one time and became the center and political center of the national anti-Japanese and national salvation.

The embassies of various countries in China have also been transferred to Wuhan, and the factories and institutions that have been evacuated from the coast have re-established their roots here. Tens of thousands of political groups, publishing houses, chaebols, and celebrities have also gathered here.

Most of North China and central China were occupied by the invading army, and the people lived in dire straits, but in Wuhan, due to the war, it showed abnormal prosperity.

With the influx of people into the three towns of Wuhan, various public security problems have also deteriorated. The spies of the Japanese army are also pervasive. They assassinate officials and confuse the people, which has become a malignant tumor.

In this complex social environment, the Supreme Military Council stationed in Wuhan reorganized and supplemented the gendarmerie, stationed in various regions, assisting the police station in maintaining order, rectifying military discipline, and deterring Xiaoxiao.

The gendarmerie battalion commanded by Zhao Wenbin was in charge of security tasks in Hankou City, so they had the opportunity to meet Yang Ling and the others who were passing by here, and sat down to chat and catch up.

Although the tavern on the street is not big, the more than a dozen Eight Immortals tables in the lobby are full, and the stale air is mixed with the smell of tobacco, spirits and hot sweat.

Most of the people sitting in the lobby on the first floor were sleeveless and shirtless soldiers who were shouting and drinking. They were wearing military uniforms of different colors. They were drinking happily and their faces were flushed at the moment.

As soon as Yang Ling and Zhao Wenbin, who was wearing the uniform of a Lieutenant Colonel of the Gendarmerie, stepped through the threshold, the noisy lobby on the first floor suddenly stagnated and became eerily quiet.

The soldiers who were blushing from drinking stood up in a hurry, some hurriedly dressed anxiously, and some stood at attention and saluted.

Compared with those high-ranking generals, what these big-headed soldiers are most afraid of is Zhao Wenbin's vicious military police. If they fall into their hands, they will lose their skin if they don't die.

Zhao Wenbin didn't even look at the uneasy soldiers, and waved to the tavern owner: "Find a quiet seat, I want to drink with my brother."

The owner of the tavern is a middle-aged man who is slightly fat. He has been operating in this street for many years, so he naturally knows Zhao Wenbin, a well-known military police lieutenant colonel.

"Battling Commander Zhao, please go upstairs—" The tavern owner hastily scolded a half-grown child, "Lead Battalion Commander Zhao the way."

Zhao Wenbin and Yang Ling went upstairs on the creaking wooden ladder, and the quiet lobby on the first floor became lively again.

"I think those brothers on the first floor are a little afraid of you." Yang Ling unbuttoned the discipline button, sat on the bench with a big horse, and joked.

Zhao Wenbin also let go of his usual serious and cold expression, poured a glass of water for Yang Ling with a teapot and explained with a smile.

"Brother Yang, those of us who are military police are not as relaxed as you. If we don't have a bit of majesty on weekdays, if we can't deter troops from various provinces, then the city will be in chaos. You can’t be soft-handed when it’s time.”

"That's true." Yang Ling smiled and took a sip of tea to moisten his throat

"Bring two jugs of good wine, and bring over two appetizers." Zhao Wenbin ordered the half-grown child, and then sat down.