The second lieutenant went out, his face was already drenched in cold sweat, he patted his chest, and unconsciously exclaimed: "Why did you recruit this aunt and grandmother?" It seems that Zhuang Yingying's identity is already known.

The current expeditionary force is different from before, more than 20,000 Jiang Haoran's descendants have been mixed in, Jiang Haoran's various rumors about big and small things have spread, and naturally Zhuang Yingying's anecdotes are indispensable, what this aunt and grandmother did is too good, and all of them are talked about by soldiers in the army, from the wooden boats when they were still in their mother's house to form "aircraft carriers" to blow up fish, cannons to beat mice, and rob their own granaries, to whipping Jiang Haoran, whipping Lin Sanmu, scourging Ye Zhaofeng, etc., all of them are earth-shattering ghosts and gods, Combined with Zhuang Yingying's table today, the second lieutenant naturally matched her and Zhuang Yingying.

The second lieutenant went out on the front foot, and several soldiers were also driven out, scolding and indignant one by one, only to frighten the second lieutenant's heart, and hurriedly whispered: "Shut up, do you know who is here, just scolding here?" ”

"Isn't it just Secretary Mei and a crazy woman? However, if you want to say that the crazy woman is really good-looking, she has to have breasts and ass? ? Ah, platoon commander, why are you beating me? ”

A soldier was talking with his eyebrows fluttering, and suddenly attracted a second lieutenant to burst chestnuts, "You are looking for death, do you know who that aunt is?" Zhuang Yingying, the witch of the mixed world! ”

"Huh??"

There was a sound at the scene, and then everyone was stunned and had strange expressions, it seems that everyone has heard the legend of Zhuang Yingying.

For a long time, the soldier who had just been beaten whispered: "Platoon commander, looking at this posture, this aunt seems to be biased in favor of Captain Su, I see if it will be reported to the regiment seat immediately, and this aunt will take people away at that time, we can't afford it?" ”

"Fart, report to the group seat, even if it is useless to report the seat of the place, this aunt and grandmother have no way to take her, if you poke the group seat, where is the seat, so that they can't get off the stage, you and I don't want to climb up in this life?"

The second lieutenant is not very old, and he is in his early twenties, but it seems that the officialdom is quite experienced, and then, a few people discussed, wait and listen to her no matter what this witch wants to do, as long as you don't take people away, no one can say anything about this today, if this spreads, it must be them who are unlucky, and it is definitely not the two aunts and grandmothers in the house.

Very '(1) dǐng' (1) diǎn '(1) small '(1) said, .23.o▲s_ (); Quick, Mei Xin stuck her head out of the door and let them in.

As soon as they entered the door, several people were dumbfounded, only to see that Su Canwen was wrapped in two military quilts below his waist, which were much thicker than a bucket, not to mention his buttocks, and the entire part below his waist could not be found at all.

"Let's execute, the order of the general seat must be carried out thoroughly, if there is one less stick in the fifty military sticks, you are the only one who asks, if you don't use force, your aunt and grandmother are the only ones who ask!" Zhuang Yingying waved her whip at the second lieutenant, with a fair and honest face.

The second lieutenant was crying with a sad face, and he almost didn't shed tears, and the stick went down, and all the cotton was on it, but he was afraid that the person who was tortured would be easier than the person who was executed, but he did not dare to say more, and ordered the two soldiers to hurry up and carry out the execution.

Don't want to take off your pants, a soldier on the left and right sides stood on both sides of Su Canwen, the military stick wheel was only whirring, and the rhythm of the snapping sound was also very strong, even Su Canwen was very hardworking, and the mountains screamed miserably, which sounded like a terrible fight outside.

Headquarters.

Jiang Haoran made a series of inquiries about the recent training and mobilization of troops, the deployment of defense areas, and so on, and also made some inquiries about the progress of the construction of industries, bridges, and airports in Yingduo.

Huang Jie told him that Zhuang Fuguo was responsible for this matter, and he also brought the people in, and now the special envoy is in Zhuang Fuguo's intelligence department.

Of course, Zhuang Fuguo also participated in the military meeting, but his rank as the director of the intelligence department was too low, and he sat at the farthest end of the rostrum, Jiang Haoran waved his hand at Zhuang Fuguo, raised his leg and walked out of the gate of the headquarters, hesitated at the door for a while, and then turned around and called Huang Jie to go to the intelligence department with him.

Zhuang Fuguo trotted all the way to follow, and the three walked side by side to the backyard of the villa, taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhuang Fuguo also made a simple report on the situation, and the person who came was contacted by Wu Mindun, the magistrate of Tongguò Yingduo County, but also after his investigation, the envoy was a staff officer around Aung San, and his identity was basically true.

In the meeting room of the intelligence department, Jiang Haoran met with the envoy sent by Aung San, Bo Naiwen and his two entourage.

Ponai Win, in his thirties, has a dark face, is lean, and has a pair of eyes that are particularly bright, typical of a native Burmese person.

Zhuang Fuguo introduced, several people sat down as hosts and guests, and the staff made fragrant tea.

Jiang Haoran took a sip of tea, looked at Bo Naiwen and said with a smile: "Ne Wen Shaozuo, you speak very good Chinese, and you also have a diǎn Hokkien accent, is it an overseas Chinese?" ”

Burmese people have names but no surnames, the word "Bo" in front of Bo Nai Win is the meaning of an officer, which is an honorific title, just like Aung San's full name is Dechen Aung San, but later generations of Burmese people called him "General Aung San", so Jiang Haoran called Po Nai Win "Ne Win Shaozuo." ”

Bo Naiwen's eyes lit up, his face was happy, and he said: "General Jiang has good ears, yes, my ancestor is Quanzhou, Fujian, and he is the third generation here." ”

Fujian is a famous hometown of overseas Chinese, in the last century, because of the war, a large number of Fujian people went to Nanyang to seek life, among which the most famous patriotic overseas Chinese Chen Jiageng is Fujian, the largest rubber king in Southeast Asia, and is now the chairman of the "Nanyang Overseas Chinese Relief Motherland Refugees Association", made great contributions to China's War of Resistance, after Jiang Haoran occupied Burma, Chen Jiageng will become Jiang Haoran's right-hand man to control the economy and politics of Southeast Asia.

"Oh??", Jiang Haoran diǎndiǎn head, thoughtful, no joy or anger on his face, said: "Then you must know Mr. Chen Jiageng Chen, right?" ”

"Who doesn't know, Chen Lao is the biggest philanthropist among the Chinese, and he is also the most successful entrepreneur among the Chinese, and his father had business dealings with him before the war."

"Now that the Japanese army has occupied the entire territory of Southeast Asia, I wonder if Chen Lao is still safe?"

Speaking of this question, a trace of hesitation flashed in Bo Naiwen's eyes, but then he replied: "I heard that before the Japanese army entered Singapore, his old man had already gone to Indonesia for refuge, and then there was no news?" ”

Jiang Haoran smiled slightly, he could feel that Bo Naiwen's words were reserved, but he didn't continue to ask, he was relieved to know that Chen Jiageng was still safe, Chen Jiageng and his Jiang Haoran were certainly not strangers, his legendary life can be found in the textbooks of primary and secondary schools in later generations. Therefore, in Jiang Haoran's heart, he has already calculated that the revival of Southeast Asia's economy in the future must be this person.