Delivery man on the battlefield: Start with the sword

Chapter 88: Stirring up a stagnant pool of water

After Wang Zhifei was released, he began to receive the inheritance: the Zhongzheng Sword, which represents his identity.

The watch was given to him by his second uncle Chen Qimei when he was a child. The head of the group testified that although it was tattered, it was still there.

The space can still be opened, and we can get some money out first. However, there is another important thing. With this identity and this situation, how could it be Zenda?

If it weren't for Zenda, he could have transferred the cannon fodder group away, but under Yu Xiaoqing's nose, it was already his limit to avoid being ambushed before he made any noise.

Yu Xiaoqing's Yu family army is one of the few backbone forces of the Song family.

However, based on Wang Zhifei's personality, he is a tough and reckless person, and it is absolutely impossible for him to make a strategic transfer. Otherwise, he would not have known that his boss was going to surrender, and he would have run there and stabbed his boss with a sword.

This is not easy! Let's go and report that we are safe first.

"Boom!"

He kicked open the door of the management office of the defeated soldiers' camp, and the guy who was dozing inside almost fell to the ground.

"Who! Who? Who are you? Who are you looking for? You..."

"Send a telegram!" Wang Zhifei looked down at the person on duty.

"Sir, it's not that I don't want to send it to you, but our telegraph machine is broken. If you are not busy, you can go to the Yu Family Army to send it..."

When the visitor saw Wang Zhifei's military rank and the golden pistol at his waist, he swallowed and said.

Master Yu's place? If I could go there, I would come to your place.
"Broken? What are you doing? Take me to see!" Wang Zhifei put his hand on the gun.

"Here, here, over here!"

Wang Zhifei...

You call this a telegraph? Can this thing be called a telegraph? Even a junk collector wouldn't know what junk this is, right?
Wang Zhifei left with a dark face. How about trying writing a letter?
After thinking about it, I decided to give up. With the war going on all the time, the probability of successfully delivering the letter is lower than winning the lottery.

After some inquiries from Wang Zhifei, he finally learned that there was another place where he could send telegrams, but he could only send them to the local post office and have people pick them up. Of course, it was not free to pick them up. If you didn't have money, it was best not to send it, otherwise you wouldn't be able to receive it even if you went there.

"Tell my brother that I am doing fine, don't worry.

The superiors had changed their minds, so I had to go alone. I failed to convince him, so I used the Zhongzheng Sword to persuade him to be loyal. Later, he was bombed and unconscious, and was taken to Zenda by the defeated soldiers...

……

Respectfully submitted by your younger brother Zhifei. "

After the telegram was sent, the sender was dumbfounded. With so many words, it cost more than 20 dollars to send the telegram, and another 20 dollars to receive it. This was really like treating money as if it were nothing.

Who is this person? So rich?
Wang Zhifei's meaning was very clear. He wanted to report that he was safe and explain why they had not been in contact. Besides, he was not afraid of anyone with the surname Song. If they wanted to come to Zenda, then they should come to Zenda. If they wanted to avoid it, it should be you, the Yu family army. I, Wang Zhifei, would not beat around the bush.

……

go back!

With five silver dollars, he bought food and pork, as well as some bowls and chopsticks, and headed to the refugee camp with all the food in one hand...

……

Wang Zhifei didn't know that his telegram immediately caused headaches for several parties.

Killing your superior is never a good thing no matter where you are. Even if the chain of evidence is complete, your superiors will definitely not be happy about it.

It just so happened that this officer found a lot of evidence of treason, which happened to involve the Song and Chen families.

The Chen family comes from the intelligence field, so even if the intelligence is sufficient, it is still suspected of being in a compromising situation. And it just so happens that the person who killed him was also from the Chen family.

However, Baldy knew that if the Chen family said he surrendered, he must have surrendered, because he trusted the Chen family the most. To him, the Chen family was a family vassal in ancient times. How could he not believe it?

However, for the sake of face, we have to take the Song family's situation into consideration, so Wang Zhifei is already being merciful by not rewarding or punishing them.

……

"Sir!"

"Hello, sir!" "Hello, sir!"

Wang Zhifei took a look around and found that in the entire refugee camp, the cannon fodder group occupied the best place, while other places were worse.

The cannon fodder hospital is made up of either ruffians or officers. Some are like Milong, who is tall and strong and no one dares to mess with him, or some are like the veterinarian, who has a special skill.

"Ma Dazhi, here's the food for you. The meat is cooked!" Wang Zhifei handed the things in his hand to Ma Dazhi.

At this time, this group of people gathered around and looked at him eagerly. Wang Zhifei moved a little and twisted his neck. It seemed that if he didn't show them his authority, they would treat him like Ayi, the big shot.

"Mysterious dragon, right?"

"Snapped!"

Wang Zhifei slapped five dollars on the table and said, "Is it enough to redeem the watch?"

"I have money! Thank you, sir!" Zhang Milong quickly took off his watch and handed it to Wang Zhifei.

"Help me get it first." Wang Zhifei went out: "Come here if you want to eat meat!"

The cannon fodders looked at each other and ran out.

"I don't have any other abilities, but I think I'm pretty good at fighting. Today I won't use my official position to pressure you. If you want to eat meat, just defeat me."

"Sir, how dare we lay a hand on you! We will be shot if we do that." Yao Ma stood up and said.

"Bah! Shoot? You coward! I've already told you that today, regardless of official position, we are all brothers. If you want to eat meat, defeat me. If you don't want to eat meat, go play somewhere else."

"Well! Well! Well, sir, we take your words seriously. Your words are as good as gold. You can't go back on your word. Sorry for the offense!"

Yao Ma said this and came up waving his fists.

That's it? Seeing that he was cowering, Wang Zhifei grabbed his shoulders and threw him out, but he only lifted him up and didn't really throw him.

"Ah! Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

"What are you thanking me for? Come again!"

"Ah? Can I do it again?" Yao Ma said.

"I have no objection if you don't want to eat meat." Wang Zhifei said indifferently.

"Well, then I'll do it again."

……

Everyone has a temper, and with Wang Zhifei being thrown around like this, the cannon fodder group went from a one-on-one fight at the beginning to a group fight now.

But facing a group of people who can't even get enough food, can Wang Zhifei be afraid of them?
There is no need for a killing move, some free-hand fighting skills can make them piss and squat.

"That's too much! I don't want to eat meat, I want to eat meat every day, I just want to try it with you! There can't be such awesome people in the shelter, ah!"

Milong rushed over.

"Oh my goodness!"

Zhang Milong came quickly and was defeated quickly too. He kicked over, but was caught by Wang Zhifei and pulled away.

The general dragged his sword and Zhang Milong did a split on the spot.

It was useless. Wang Zhifei followed up with a knee strike. Zhang Milong rolled over on the spot, holding his thigh.

The only ones who didn't take action were Ayi and Li Liansheng who was sitting under the pillar.

Wang Zhifei looked at Ayi, who trembled and said, "Fighting is really not good."

"Haha! What are you? A soldier! Someone who fights hard, and you say fighting is bad? You don't even dare to fight, what kind of war are you fighting for? What are you talking about national hatred and family feuds? Go home and hug your children!"

(End of this chapter)