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Chapter 616 Advancing to Paris
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When the cold sunshine of March entered the camp of the Chinese laborers in Noyelle, all the Chinese laborers had changed out of their worn-out padded jackets and knickerbockers, and put on brand new British military clothing from inside to outside.

Not only were there military shirts and sweaters, but they were all covered with green-brown British military uniforms.

Although the big guys didn't sleep all night, they put on new clothes at this moment, turned over serfs and sang to the Chinese laborers. Under the excitement and excitement, all of them seemed to be in high spirits.

The excitement is because what they are doing now has never been done before in their entire life, and they don't even dare to think about killing the British and French soldiers and then occupying the dove's nest. How did it feel before.

What was exciting was that their leader turned out to be a supernatural being, so they were afraid of a bird, so how could they not be excited!
Under Huang Shaohong's order, the Chinese laborers took action separately in an organized manner. Some of them dragged the corpses of the foreign devils outside the camp to bury them, while the other part of the Chinese laborers began to collect supplies.

Gather the money, items, and food in the original camp together, and wait for Huang Shaohong's order to process them.

Many Chinese laborers who had worked as cooks began to light fires and cook meals. The ingredients in the camp that belonged to the foreign devils, such as beef, butter, vegetables, etc., now all became the meals of the Chinese laborers, and the big guys could finally have a full meal.

At this time, Huang Shaohong was wearing the uniform of a major of the British army, and together with Jia Youchang and Xu Yougen, who also changed into British army uniforms, patrolled the camp.

Now that he is wearing a military uniform, he looks extraordinarily heroic. Wherever he goes, the busy Chinese workers are all looking at him with fanatical admiration.

After moving his shoulders, he felt that the size of this military uniform was a little small, which made Huang Shaohong a little uncomfortable.

To say that the foreign devils of this era are generally shorter than those of later generations, most of them are not as tall as the Chinese labor brothers carefully selected from our China!
So even though Huang Shaohong killed several battalions of soldiers guarding the arsenal last night and obtained a large amount of military supplies in the arsenal, it was still difficult to pick out a suitable military uniform from those brand new military uniforms.

While inspecting the camp, Huang Shaohong explained his order to Jia Youchang:

"After breakfast in a while, leave two centurions on guard, let the rest of the brothers catch up on sleep, and when they wake up in the afternoon, first distribute weapons to those brothers who have robbed, and then let them serve as instructors, Train those brothers who have never touched a gun!"

"Be sure to let all the brothers learn how to aim and how to shoot in the shortest possible time!"

"We are short on time, and we may leave here at any time, so don't be stingy with ammunition during training, there is a whole arsenal of ammunition for us to consume, let brothers practice to death!"

Huang Shaohong asked the Chinese workers to practice guns, not to start a war with the British and French regular troops, but to let them have the ability to protect themselves. Even if we encounter a small group of regular troops, we should not suffer too much if we fight more and less.

Jia Youchang quickly bowed and said: "Don't worry, Immortal Venerable, I will go to hold a meeting with the commanders in a while, and I will let them handle things well and train the brothers well!"

Huang Shaohong thought for a while, and then ordered: "Also, ask whoever served as a soldier in China, and ask them to teach other brothers what they learned in the army!"

"Knowing how to shoot a gun is one thing, but you can't fight blindly. Individual soldiers and teams must cooperate with each other in how to shoot, how to attack, and how to defend. At that time, it is still vulnerable!"

Jia Youchang bowed again: "Remember everything, don't worry the Immortal Venerable, I will explain it to you later!"

Huang Shaohong nodded in satisfaction, and then said: "Although I am the reincarnation of Huode Xingjun, you don't have to call me Xianzun one by one, just call me General!"

Jia Youchang nodded first, then was taken aback: "Isn't it a fairy, it's a general. Didn't you say you were the reincarnation of 'Lei Zhenzi' last night?"

"Is that so?" Huang Shaohong was also taken aback. Last night he was just talking nonsense, and just now he just said it in passing. Now that I think about it, it seems that this is really the case!
Jia Youchang and Xu Yougen nodded at the same time: "Yes, General, you are talking about Lei Zhenzi!"

Huang Shaohong suddenly sighed, and made a look of melancholy: "Actually, I am used to keeping a low profile, so I casually revealed my most inconspicuous identity!"

Both Jia Youchang and Xu Yougen's eyes widened, 'Lei Zhenzi' is still inconspicuous?Then you are really Monkey King?
Surprised, the two asked in unison, "Do you have another identity, Xianzun?"

Huang Shaohong raised his head slightly, looked up at the rising sun at a 45-degree angle, let the rising sun shine on his face, and coated himself with a layer of golden light. After posing his feet, he sighed slightly:
"Thousands of years have passed, and it's time to reveal my true identity!"

He turned to look at the two of them: "Did you all see the flame wings behind me last night?"

The two nodded their heads and the chicken pecked at the rice. Jia Youchang even complimented:

"The Immortal Venerable is so powerful that we were all out of breath when the flame wings came out at that time. Presumably, the pair of flame wings of the Immortal Venerable must have a lot of origins!"

Huang Shaohong gave him your discerning eyes, and then said slowly:
"Actually, my real identity is Zhu Rong, the god of fire in ancient times. That pair of wings also has a name, called 'Wings of Fire God'!"

"Back then, due to the battle between the Immortal Master and the Water God Gonggong, the Tianzhu was broken, and he committed an irreversible and heinous mistake. He was punished by the ancestor Hongjun for thousands of reincarnations, so whether it is Huode Xingjun or Lei Zhenzi Anyway, that is my reincarnation!"

"It turned out to be so!"

Both Jia Youchang and Xu Yougen showed shocking expressions.

Huang Shaohong waved his hand and said, "It's enough for the two of you to know about this matter. Don't tell anyone else. Our team has just opened, and there are only more than 9000 people and tens of thousands of guns in total. If you let the brothers know about this It’s not good to start a personality cult!”

Seeing the two nodding in succession, Huang Shaohong wiped his cold sweat in his heart, and secretly reminded himself that the next time I, Nima, must remember the details, otherwise the panic will not be smooth, and this is a really weird script. How tiring!
That afternoon, when all the Chinese laborers woke up, they were immediately led into the training state by their commander-in-chief Chang'an. The queue and shooting were all well-trained in an afternoon.

Surprised, Huang Shaohong found Jia Youchang and asked about it. Only then did he find out that the first group of Chinese workers in the Chinese labor camp had received militarized training from foreign devils before going abroad, including shooting, bombing, and formation.

Jia Youchang broke up these Chinese labor brothers who had received short-term military training from foreigners and distributed them to nine commanders on average, and asked them to be assigned to their respective teams to serve as instructors.

With the guidance of these Chinese laborers who have received formal training, the training is naturally more effective with less effort.

In the evening, dozens of military trucks came from the direction of the town. They did not stop when they passed the Chinese labor camp, and continued to go to the arsenal in the distance.

Huang Shaohong lit a cigarette for himself, then boarded a truck, and rushed over at full speed.

After catching up to those dozens of trucks at lightning speed, they let go of the killing again and seized dozens of trucks of military supplies.

After this incident, Huang Shaohong felt that he could not stay here any longer. Military supplies or weapons and ammunition were transported here from time to time every day, and if he stayed here, something would happen.

At that time, when the British and French large groups of regular troops will be surrounded, I will not worry about it. The key point is that none of these chemical brothers will be able to leave!
He immediately ordered to start loading vehicles at night, bringing all kinds of materials, weapons and ammunition, and assembled more than 100 trucks.

What made Huang Shaohong a little depressed was that his original plan was to use trucks to pull the Chinese laborers on their way, but looking at the situation now, even with Ah San’s carport full of people, a car full of There are only five or 60 people, and more than 100 cars can't hold more than 9000 people!
Not to mention carrying a lot of supplies and guns and ammunition!
After thinking about it, Huang Shaohong finally made a bold decision. At this time, almost all the main forces of the British and French troops were guarding the Western Front along the Marne River to confront the Germans. The Parisian side must be empty.

Huang Shaohong decided to go to Paris to make a vote first, and then take the Chinese workers south to Marseilles to grab a boat and go to sea. When the time comes, the sea and the sky will be brighter. Whether to return to China or go to other countries will be decided at that time.

That night, he did not rest, took twenty trucks, loaded with two hundred armed Chinese labor brothers, left the Chinese labor camp, and drove towards Paris at full speed.

When passing by the train station in the small town of 'Noyelle', Huang Shaohong's heart moved, and he reached out from the window to shake it, and all twenty trucks stopped.

He told the driver to wait a while, then pushed the door open and walked out.

When he landed, Huang Shaohong used his invincible ability to control his facial muscles to squirm.

After walking a few steps, his appearance has become that of the later Hollywood movie star, Tom Cruise.

Not only the appearance is the same, but the skin color is also controlled by him, which reduces the blood color and becomes like the skin of a white man.

Of course, compared with Tom Cruise, Huang Shaohong's height is more dominant.

On the platform of the small town train station, the lights were dim, and a staff member in a blue uniform coat with a kerosene lamp was seen from a distance, standing on the platform and smoking.

Huang Shaohong greeted in English: "Hey, man, does anyone speak English?"

The staff member holding the kerosene lamp was a short, middle-aged white man. Seeing Huang Shaohong's attire, he looked at the convoy in the distance, stepped forward quickly, smiled and responded in jerky English:
"Hi sir, I'm Claude, the station master of the train station in the small town of 'Noyelle'. Are you going to the front line of the Marne? I don't know how the battle is going over there!"

Huang Shaohong walked up to him, lit a cigarette for himself, took a sip, and then smiled calmly and said:
"It's still the same. The Germans can't fight back, and we can't attack back. By the way, Claude, I want to ask when is there a train to Marseille?"

Claude said without thinking: "Sir, don't you know? Marseilles is not available here. If you go to Marseilles, you have to take a bus from here to Gare de Lyon in Paris, where you can go to Marseilles!"

Huang Shaohong nodded, and asked again: "Then when will you have a bus to Lyon Station in Paris?"

Claude took out a worn pocket watch from his pocket and glanced at it: "About two hours later, we will have a train delivering supplies to Paris!"

A gleam of joy flashed in Huang Shaohong's eyes, and he had changed his plan in his heart. After nodding his thanks, he was about to leave first. Claude greeted behind him:
"Sir, I don't know if you are familiar with the chiefs of the Chinese labor battalion. If you do, can you give me some advice? Don't let those ugly Chinese people approach the town. I think they will pose a threat to our health and safety. !"

Huang Shaohong paused, turned around and walked back. At this time, his face was full of sincere smiles. Cruise's face coupled with a bright smile made him look like Apollo, the sun god, under the kerosene lamp at this moment. dazzling.

Even Claude, a middle-aged white man, couldn't help but stare blankly.

Huang Shaohong smiled and asked:

"The suggestion you made is very good. In fact, I think so too, but I want to know, is such a good suggestion the opinion of everyone in your town, or Claude yourself?"

When Claude heard that Huang Shaohong also agreed with him, he couldn't help laughing:
"This is my own idea. Those Chinese laborers can't distinguish their faces at all. They all look the same. They look ugly and dirty. Even when they walk past me, they have a disgusting smell on their bodies. I I think other people in the town must think so too!"

Huang Shaohong reached out and patted Claude's shoulder: "Don't worry, I am good friends with 'Captain Earl' in the Chinese labor camp, and I will arrange for you to talk to him in person!"

After finishing speaking, the palm of Claude's shoulder was retracted with five fingers, and with a 'click', Claude's shoulder and collarbone were directly crushed to pieces.

When Claude was about to yell out because of the severe pain, Huang Shaohong quickly raised the thumb of the hand that crushed his shoulder, and poked it on his throat, Claude only let out a slight moan of 'uh' , and then the voice was suppressed by this finger.

"Ugly, dirty, and smelly, are you talking about yourself? But don't worry, I won't discriminate against you because of this. If I say send you to see Captain Earl, I will send you there." !"

After Huang Shaohong finished speaking, he directly pinched the guy's neck.

Two hours later, all the Chinese laborers in the Chinese labor camp gathered at the small town train station. Huang Shaohong asked all the Chinese labor camp members to set off this time, as long as they were not dead.

Even those compatriots who had mental problems and were imprisoned in the "Sifang Asylum" by foreign devils were bound hand and foot and brought along with them.

Huang Shaohong felt that if he had the chance, he would take them back to the motherland.

Not long after, a train slowly entered the station from west to east. Without waiting for the train to come to a complete stop, Huang Shaohong flew onto the locomotive, put his pistol directly on the train driver's head, and then waved for thousands of Chinese workers behind him to board the train.

When the train started again, the truck was already full of passengers, and dozens of military trucks were already riding on the rails behind the train, following the train towards Paris.

Five hours later, the sky was already bright, and the train coming from the direction of 'Noyelle Town' entered Gare de Lyon in Paris.

What was different from the past was that dozens of military trucks also followed the train and entered Paris.

(End of this chapter)