Reborn Regent of Ming Dynasty

In a blink of an eye, the Henan refugees dispersed, and the spectators walked away discussing, while Gao Hu and the Jinan Minzhuang all had embarrassing expressions on their faces, and stood where they were, dumbfounded and motionless.

"What?"

Zhang Shouren stared at them: "Are you pointing at me to keep you for dinner?"

"Hey, don't dare."

"Just do what you should do, and you're still on duty, so get the hell out of here, and you'll be fine, earning money to support your mothers, wives, and children is serious!" [

"Well, we also listen to the adults!"

"My lord is our backbone!"

Just now, Zhang Shouren's affectionate attitude towards the refugees in Henan also hurt these volunteers in Jinan a little...Compared with the Henan people, their gratitude to Zhang Shouren is also deep and sincere, without any falsehood...Not to mention, Gao Hu With such a group of people, if Zhang Shouren just waved his hand and told them to jump off the top of the wall, I'm afraid none of them would frown and not jump.

Both sides dispersed, and the officers and soldiers of the Fushan Troop who came also returned separately. Many of them were still wearing white shirts and yellow military trousers for training. There are traces of crawling and rolling on my body... After a few days of vacation, I have enough meat and wine, and the energy of the Fushan disciples has been replenished. Now everyone is full of energy, Even if it was an emergency gathering, it was still a neat team. Everyone carried their weapons on their shoulders. The spears and guns were clearly arranged, shining coldly. Everyone's face is rosy, and sweat is flowing on the face and body.

Such heroic soldiers, their spirit, appearance, equipment and dress, have greatly changed the city residents who have always looked down upon and despised soldiers. At least, the image and temperament of Fushan soldiers have really been deeply imprinted in the hearts of Jinan residents. Even those big girls and young daughters-in-law, at this moment, kept peeking at each other, whispering to each other, bursting out a burst of melodious voices like silver bells from time to time. Hearing such laughter, the chests of the Fushan boys lifted their heads. The height is higher, and the pace is more powerful.

"Father, I want to be a soldier too."

"What are you talking about!"

Being a father subconsciously wants to reprimand, and the half-baby half-baby around him wants to be a soldier!

But looking at the Fushan children passing by with their heads held high, this father could only pat his son on the back of the head, and said with a smile: "Silly boy, you are lucky to be a soldier and eat food all day, and you are under Mr. Zhang's command? If you serve as a soldier under Qiu Lei, you'll be in the bag."

"Hey, I'd rather lead a horse for a good man than be an ancestor for a lame man. Qiu Lei's soldiers are worse than pigs."

At such a young age, it was interesting to talk, so the father burst out laughing, dragged the half-child and hurried away.

Talking too much about Jia's misfortune, although Qiu Lei was unlucky enough to kill most of his subordinates, he was still the commander-in-chief of Shandong Town in name, and ordinary people would definitely not be able to provoke him.

"Hmph, it depends on how long you've been running wild."

Among the crowd, there were quite a few people with gloomy faces. In winter, they were all covered in big hairy clothes and big hairy hats. They all had their hands in their sleeves, and their faces were very gloomy.

Behind them, there are all the attendants in green clothes and coats, standing behind the masters one by one, and sometimes they dare not even lift their heads. Even when the Fushan camp soldiers passed by, these slaves also They all sneaked a few glances with complicated eyes, but soon, they all lowered their heads again.

Such a master, such a servant, if it wasn't for the brigade of Fushan soldiers passing by, they should have been very eye-catching, but at this moment, not many people went to see them.