Chapter 27 American Camp

Zhang Zuolin's words exuded an unconcealed arrogance, as if Zhijun was like a three-year-old child in front of him. At that time, the generals of Zhijun were a little worried, but Lao Shuai Cao and Da Shuai Wu did not speak, so they couldn't speak.

This time, the Zhili and Fengtian clans formed a coalition force, but in fact, the Zhili clans were all fought. The Fengtian clans only sent two divisions to the pass to fight, and then took over a large number of Anhui clans. This made the Zhili generals quite dissatisfied. It was just that due to the initial decision of the overall situation, it was not good to break up so quickly.

Wu Peifu had a faint smile on his face. He knew very well that the soldiers in the guard company were all big-sleeved and round-waisted Shandong men. They would not suffer any losses when they fought with the Feng army, not to mention that he had Chen Zikun, a tiger general.

Zhang Zuolin was even more indifferent and said, "Mom, you're so naive."

The car next door was an ordinary ticket car. Cao Kun's guards and Wu Peifu's guard company took their seats here. The seats were not enough. As soon as Marshal Zhang's guards came in, at least half of them had to stand. Many people in the Fengtian army came from the green forest, with a wild aura of unreasonable aura. In addition, they were Marshal's personal bodyguard, and they were usually domineering. How could they allow others to sit and stand by themselves?

They immediately got angry and asked Zhijun to give up their seats. Naturally, swear words were inevitable in their language. The men of Zhijun were naturally not a good-looking lamp. They immediately started to curse each other. The carriage was filled with the smell of Northeast slags and Shandong pancakes and green onions. They were all bloody men. After cursing for a few words, they became anxious. The two teams pulled out their guns through the aisle.

The guards carried pistols, and the imported seedlings of Mauser from Germany were shiny and grilled blue, with large heads. The Fengtian army was in yellow uniforms and the Zhi army was in blue uniforms. They were clearly divided and tense.

Chen Zikun came in first, and when he saw the scene, he became angry. The coaches were next door. The people were too unrestrained. He immediately shouted: "Mom, I'll put the gun away!"

He was wearing the blue military uniform of the Zhijun, dressed in a horse boot, a sword officer, and was tall and burly, and majestic. His Guandong accent and swear words were exactly the same as the general. For a moment, the soldiers were a little confused. Whose guy was from?

Wu Peifu's guards knew Chen Zikun and put down their guns first. Although Cao Kun's guards did not know him, they saw that he was wearing his own uniform and was an officer, so they lowered their guns.

But the Fengjuns didn't buy it at all and even started to cheer: "How old are you? Believe it or not, I will kill you with one shot."

Facing the surging siege of the Fengtian soldiers, Chen Zikun said without changing his face: "My name is Chen Zikun, why don't you agree? Whoever agrees comes out to practice alone!"

"Okay!" The soldiers of the Zhi army shouted loudly, and they were so angry that they gave the Zhi army men a face.

The soldiers of the Feng army were stunned and then burst into laughter. Although Chen Zikun was quite tall, his advantage was not obvious in front of the guards carefully selected by Zhang Zuolin. None of these big men was eight feet tall. In comparison, Chen Zikun looked a little thin and his face was too white and handsome.

"Damn it, I'm practicing with you." With a muffled voice, a Fengtian soldier stood up from his seat and stood in front of Chen Zikun like a black iron tower.

Chen Zikun looked up and said, "Good guy, he was a whole head taller than himself, his head was as big as a dustpan and his fist was as big as a bowl. This kind of person not only had brute force, but also had strong ability to resist hits. In a narrow place like the carriage, his ability to turn and move was not effective, and he was afraid he would suffer a loss."

Chen Zikun took the initiative first, and a black tiger hit his stomach with his heart. The Black Iron Tower did not move, but instead smiled grimly, stretched out a palm-slap with a big palm fan and grabbed Chen Zikun.

"Go away!" Chen Zikun, who was wearing peerless martial arts, would not be defeated by a rash man? He grabbed the Black Iron Tower's finger and pulled it back, then climbed up to his shoulder. With a "click", the Black Iron Tower's shoulder joint was removed, and then kicked it on the frontal bone of the calf. His tall body narrowed down and the man knelt down.

"Okay!" The soldiers of the Zhi army applauded, and the Fengtian soldiers could no longer hold their faces. They were about to go forward and beat up. Zhang Xueliang, who had been standing at the door and watching the changes, spoke: "Stop."

The sound was not loud and the effect was excellent. The soldiers immediately straightened their backs: "Brig Commander!"

Zhang Xueliang's military post was the brigade commander of the Guard Brigade. These soldiers were his subordinates. The riot could naturally be smoothed down, but I was afraid that once the commander left, both sides would have to start working again.

"You just said, your name is Chen Zikun?" Zhang Xueliang asked.

"Yes, if you don't change your name or your surname, I'm Chen Zikun."

Zhang Xueliang's eyes lit up: "But destroy the Qu Tongfeng Command, and rode alone in Changxindian to kill Chen Zikun, who was in and out of seven, forcing him to surrender to the 100,000 Anhui Army?"

Mom, this story is becoming more and more outrageous, but Chen Zikun still answered calmly: "It's just the next one."

Zhang Xueliang was excited: "Brothers, this is Chen Zikun, who is comparable to Zhao Zilong, a powerful general in Changshan."

The soldiers of the Fengtian army also heard from their conversation that this man is definitely not an ordinary person. The Northeast man is straightforward and has always admired heroes. Since this little boy is a hero of Zhao Zilong's level, there is no shame in being soft-hearted.

The atmosphere immediately became much more harmonious. Chen Zikun also put the dislocated joint of the black iron tower and extended his hand to Zhang Xueliang: "Good luck, Brigade Commander Zhang."

Zhang Xueliang shook hands with him enthusiastically: "I heard that you have a Northeastern accent."

Chen Zikun said: "Live outside the pass for a while."

"That's great, fellow villager, let's go, I'll treat you to soda." Zhang Xueliang was very excited and held Chen Zikun's hand.

"Brig Commander Zhang, the matter here has not been resolved yet." Chen Zikun pointed to the two groups of soldiers in the carriage.

"This, you can make an idea." Zhang Xueliang said.

Chen Zikun took the initiative and said, "To the left of Zhijun and the right of Fengjun, there is not enough seats to adjust themselves, that's it."

The impartial treatment was carried out, both sides were convinced, and the conflict disappeared. Zhang Xueliang and Chen Zikun returned to the next carriage. When Zhang Zuolin saw his son fighting with a young lieutenant in Zhijun, he asked, "What is this guy?"

Zhang Xueliang said: "He is the Chen Zikun mentioned in the battle report."

Zhang Zuolin immediately smiled and said, "Mom, it's Qu Tongfeng who was captured alive by your kid. How can you be a lieutenant? Go to my place tomorrow and give you a major general, brigade commander Dangdang, Ziyu, are you reluctant to let him go?"

Wu Peifu sneered: "Yu Shuai is so generous. Zikun, would you like to be a brigade commander?"

Chen Zikun is neither humble nor arrogant: "Thank you, Mr. Zhang, who is kind to me, and my father and son, the Third Division is my home, so I will not obey you."

Wu Peifu felt happy and felt relieved after this flattery, and his lengthened face went back.

Zhang Zuolin laughed happily: "Good boy, I have a trick." He said to Wu Peifu again: "Ziyu is so cautious, you're so angry."

Cao Kun smoothed out and said, "Drink soda, this autumn tiger is so hot."

This train was heading to Tianjin. The 15th Army Regiment stationed in the US Concession in Tianjin had an anniversary celebration. As usual, it was to invite the Chinese authorities and military officers from various countries to China to participate. The event had been scheduled long ago and the invitation was sent to Xu Shuzheng. However, no one expected that the Anhui faction would fall so quickly, so he had to temporarily invite the leaders of the Zhi and Feng factions to participate. It happened that the US military visited the camps of the Feng army and the Zhi army some time ago, and the two sides had a reciprocity exchange.

Tianjin was originally the old nest of Zhili. Cao Kun's fourth brother Cao Rui was the governor of Zhili Province. The headquarters was located in Tianjin. Many Western-style houses were built in the concession. The third brother arrived in Tianjin. Cao Rui sent a convoy to greet him and picked up the generals of the Zhili and Feng armies from the railway station to the city.

The narrow road was filled with feces of livestock, rickshaws, hawkers and barbers walking around the streets, hawking sounds one after another, noisy and congested. The patrolmen waved their batons and drove out a way, allowing the coaches to drive into the concession area.

As soon as I entered the concession, I suddenly realized that the road was wide and straight, the river was covered with green trees, the church spires, the park's white fences, and the elderly and children walking under the shade of the trees all felt like time and space was confused.

Tianjin has concessions of Britain, the United States, Japan, Russia, Germany, Italy, Austria, France, and Belgium. Among them, Britain, the United States, Japan, France and Italy have troops stationed. The 15th Regiment of the United States Army is stationed here. Their barracks are grey Italian-style buildings, with solemn appearance and extremely sturdy appearance.

The car that the commander drove straight into the barracks, but the truck that the guards were riding was stopped outside. The US sentry was not allowed to negotiate with each other. Just as everyone was waiting to see Zhang Zuolin get angry, the commander, who was bearded, laughed and said, "Just let the young people stay outside, it's okay."

Chen Zikun couldn't help but look at Zhang Zuolin with admiration. Being able to bend and stretch is indeed the true nature of a hero.

The commander of the 15th Regiment, Colonel William Wilder and Captain Stilwell, were already waiting at the door, behind them, the US military band and guard of honor.

The military music sounded, and Chen Zikun was deeply shocked.

He had never seen such a mighty army.

Whether it is the Zhifeng faction or the various grass-headed kings in the southwest, the soldiers dressed the same in the ** team. The uniform size of the two-foot-and-a-half-foot-and-a-half-foot-and-a-half-foot-and-a-half-foot-and-a-half-foot-and-a-half-foot-and-a-half-foot-and-a-half-foot-and-a-half-foot-and-a-half-foot-and-a-half-foot-and-a-half-foot-and-a-half-foot-and-a-half-foot-and-a-half-foot-and-a-half-foot-and-a-half-foot-and-a-half-foot-and-a-half-foot-and-a-half-foot-and-a-half-foot-

As the saying goes, good iron does not make nails, and good men do not join the army. This is the reason. Only those who cannot survive the most will have no way out to eat food and join the army. People with a slight social status look down on those who join the army, and those who join the army look down on themselves. Only when they become officers, wearing horse boots and hanging foreign swords can they feel a sense of self-esteem.

The image of the US team has brought a fundamental change in Chen Zikun's views on soldiers.

The soldiers of the guard of honor, the iron-fitting khaki uniforms, shiny brown calfskin legs, high-waisted leather shoes, large-brimmed hats, cowhide belts, polished walnut butt stocks, chrome-plated bolts and barrels, bright bayonets, and combat effectiveness. Not to mention this military appearance, the entire Chinese army cannot catch up with them.

The military music sounded, and Colonel Wilder invited everyone to review the guard of honor. Chen Zikun stood up and translated in time. His fluent English made Zhang Xueliang look at him a few more times.
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