Spy Wars: I signed in at the Military Police at the beginning

On the way home from the restaurant, Zhou Ke felt that his thoughts seemed to have been opened up a lot.

If you can recruit the families of your loyal subordinates who share common interests with you into your own business, it will undoubtedly be the icing on the cake.

In this way, not only can these people be more devoted to serving themselves, but also a stable life security can be provided for their families, making the interests of both parties more closely linked.

"Zhenping, it's just a good thing that you're back. Your grandfather seems to have something to talk to you about, so he asked you to come over." Matsudaira Yokoo, who was holding his grandson in the yard to bask in the sun, happened to meet Zhou Ke who had just returned home.

"Sixth Grandpa, the little guy in your holding is so adorable. Have you given him a name?" Zhou Ke was in no hurry to leave. He looked at the Sixth Grandpa who was related to the royal family and asked about the baby in the cradle with a smile.

"Haha, Jinping, of course I gave him a name, it's Yokotaka. Come on, Yokotaka, say hello to your brother." Matsudaira Yokoo teased his grandson who obviously couldn't speak yet and approached Zhou Ke.

"By the way, Sixth Grandpa, this is a blessed longevity lock that I got from Jing'an Temple in Shanghai. I gave it to my brother for good luck."

Zhou Ke took out a golden longevity lock from his pocket and placed it under the baby's swaddling clothes.

This was indeed what he brought from Shanghai, and Zhou Ke had specially prepared it in advance. After all, there were many temples in Sakura, and many Buddhists believed in it. He still had three pieces of the same thing in his pocket, and he basically gave it to children whenever he saw them these two days.

"Zhen Ping, you are so thoughtful. No wonder the kid was so happy when he saw you coming!"

Matsudaira Yokoo was very happy. He was a staunch Buddhist believer, and the gift Zhou Ke gave him really touched his heart.

What Matsudaira Yokoo didn't know was that the longevity lock that he valued so much and was consecrated in Jing'an Temple was actually fake, while the gold material that he didn't care about at all was actually real.

"Sixth Grandpa, I'm going to go to my grandfather first, and then I'll go see Hengxiao later."

After Zhou Ke said goodbye to his sixth grandfather who was related to the royal family, he came to a secluded and quiet courtyard in the backyard and found Matsudaira Tadahiro in military uniform.

The military uniforms here are not the turtle green of the Sakura Army, but the formal traditional samurai armor, with a military feather ornament embroidered with the Matsudaira family emblem on the outside of the armor.

"Put on armor for my dear grandson!" Seeing his grandson coming, Matsudaira Tadahiro hurriedly ordered the soldiers around him to put on a set of armor that looked very exquisite for Zhou Ke.

"Grandpa, what are we going to do?" Zhou Ke asked curiously.

After all, this not-so-thick armor is not as practical as a crappy Nambu pistol in most cases.

"My dear grandson, you can't enter the shrine now, but I can give you some of your grandpa's personal things first!"

After Matsudaira Tadahiro finished speaking, he did not explain any more to Zhou Ke. Instead, he put on a uniquely shaped iron mask and took his neatly dressed grandson straight to a training ground.

At this time, the place was already full of warriors wearing armor. Many of them, like what Zhou Ke saw on the day he came, were carrying flags with the word "hui" written on them.

"The Kyoto White Tiger Team sacrificial ceremony has officially begun!"

As an old man with a deep voice shouted, the warriors in the entire parade ground began to knock on their armor, and everyone looked very excited.

At first, Zhou Ke just followed his grandfather in a daze, trying to keep his body straight. But later, as the activities progressed step by step, Zhou Ke gradually integrated into it.

The brainwashing speech of his grandfather and the atmosphere created on the spot were really amazing. Zhou Ke, who originally felt that he could not really integrate into the team, felt his blood boiling after going through the process, and he couldn't wait to fight on the battlefield.

Zhou Ke found that he, a person living in the 21st century who had seen countless cases of pyramid schemes and frauds, actually felt like he was brainwashed after today's event.

After the sacrificial ceremony, Matsudaira Tadahide, still wearing his iron mask, took his grandson, whose face was slightly red, to a clean room behind the parade ground.

On the inner wall of this room hung a huge white flag with a large word "会" on it, written in a similar way to the ones Zhou had seen the warriors carrying before.

"My dear grandson, how did you feel about the ceremony just now?" Matsudaira Tadashi looked at the neatly arranged rows of samurai swords under the banner of the association and asked Zhou Ke behind him.

"Grandpa, I feel very passionate. Everyone is in good spirits!" Zhou Ke, who was sweating all over, answered truthfully.

"So do you like this team?" Matsudaira Tadahiro asked again.

"I like it! But are grandpa and the others just a group of warriors?" Zhou Ke answered affirmatively and asked the doubts in his heart.

He never understood why the Matsudaira family kept so many armored warriors. In this era, the role played by these traditional warriors might not even be as good as a Maxim.

"Wearing helmets and armor is just a tradition of the newly formed White Tiger Boys' ceremony, and those who participate in the ceremony usually have their own identities!" Matsudaira Tadahide explained.

Hearing his grandfather say this, Zhou Ke remembered the information his uncle had asked him to brush up on his family knowledge when he had time.

Before the surrender of the Aizu Domain during the Boshin War, almost everyone in the domain, regardless of gender, age or status, fought in the battle. More than 2,000 Aizu samurai died in the battle, and many women and children died calmly!

The Young White Tigers were a prominent feature of this period and an example of the Bushido spirit!

"Have you started training them since they were young?" Zhou Ke felt that although there were many young people among them, there were also a small number of elderly people.

"Of course, my dear grandson! The White Tiger Team is the greatest help grandpa can give you right now. In the future, you must slowly integrate into them and lead them!" Matsudaira Tadahiro said earnestly as he looked at his future heir.

"I will, Grandpa. It's a pity that I will be returning to Shanghai soon, and I'm afraid I won't be able to participate in the sacrificial ceremony again in the short term."

Zhou Ke sighed with some regret. He had a lot of things to do and he couldn't run back and forth for this White Tiger Team!

Even though my uncle is the commander and I don't have to worry about military laws, it's still inconvenient!

"My dear grandson, there are some in Shanghai as well. Grandpa will take care of the White Tiger Team here for you first, and the ones in Shanghai will be handed over to you later!" Matsudaira Tadahiro told Zhou Ke a piece of news that surprised him a little.

"Is there any in the army too?" Zhou Ke asked with his eyes wide open.

"Of course, Major General Takeuchi of your Military Police Headquarters is the person in charge. I have already informed him of the situation." Matsudaira Tadahiro replied.

"It's actually him. Your grandson really didn't realize it at all! Grandpa, don't the people above know that you are doing this?" Zhou Ke asked in surprise.

My grandfather is obviously planning a big move by doing this, and this big move is most likely aimed at the current people in power.

But many of those warriors are out in the open. Don’t the higher-ups care at all about this?

"Hehe, my dear grandson, of course those people know about it, but they all think that this is just a joke of an old man like me who is running out of energy!" Matsudaira Tadahiro said with a self-deprecating smile.

"Then Grandpa, do I need to be careful when interacting with Minister Takeuchi and the others?" Zhou Ke asked again to confirm.

"Don't worry, my dear grandson. The White Tigers are a legal organization officially registered to promote the spirit of the samurai. All their activities are legal and reasonable! From now on, they will be handed over to you!"

"My grandson will definitely live up to your expectations!"

Zhou Ke felt a little excited at this moment, as his grandfather's ideas seemed to coincide with what he wanted to do.

With the help of his grandfather, his future development in the army will undoubtedly be more smooth!