Zhang Xueming was already mentally prepared for the impact of the battle of Kulun to recover Ulan Province.
For example, when returning to the outside of the pass, he could not make a big fuss and try to keep a low profile.
Unfortunately, the 8th Brigade was a mechanized unit and had to rely on the road to move quickly.
Moreover, most of the time, one could not underestimate the people, especially the herdsmen in Ulan Province.
On the road, the convoy slowly stopped.
"Brigade Commander, what should we do?"
"What else can we do? Tell our brothers to straighten their backs and straighten their military posture. We'll move forward on foot.”
Zhang Xueming was the first to get out of the jeep and walk towards the sea of people.
Regardless of gender, age, seniority, age.
In this place, everyone only had one identity.
A descendant of the Yellow Emperor.
We'll eat and drink to meet the king's army!
After learning that the Eighth Brigade was secretly returning to Fengtian, they rode or walked as fast as they could to send off the heroes on the way.
The soldiers had never seen such a scene before.
Starting from the soldiers 'pay, most people just wanted to make a living.
Not to mention going out, even in the east of the country, when they met the common people in the past, their gazes were filled with fear and conflict.
But in this situation, they clearly understood the meaning of this battle.
"Our family is poor, so we can only make this milk cake overnight.”
"Brother, don't reject it. This is the horse milk wine that I'm going to use for my sister's wedding. If you don't accept it, my sister won't get married!”
"Look at my poor eyesight. I thought that all soldiers wear straw shoes and cloth shoes, but you have to accept these leather shoes. Otherwise, I won't be able to rest my conscience.”
"It's a machete passed down from my ancestors. I couldn't even bear to sell it for 500 dollars when I was a merchant. Big brother, you guys are willing to give up your lives for our hometown.”
When the soldiers of the Feng army walked forward, the people who sent them off expressed their sincere feelings in their own ways.
Especially when they saw the heroes get off the car and walk on foot instead of disappearing in the blink of an eye in a metal cart, it made the commoners feel even more emotional.
"Great General, this is for you. Can everyone not leave?”
The little girl with a small braid handed the garland in her hand to Zhang Xueming.
Perhaps she didn't know how to address him, but her little head kept calling him 'Great General'.
"Why do you want us to stay?"
"With you guys around, the white devils won't dare to bully us.”The little girl had a serious look on her face, and her childish eyes were filled with admiration for the hero.
An old man wearing a felt hat bowed.
"General Zhang, please don't laugh at me. This child has seen the evil deeds of the White Devils with his own eyes. He knows that the heroes have driven them away, so he always wants you to stay.”
Zhang Xueming smiled and said," It's fine. My Fengjun troops have already secretly entered Ulan. I believe that the White Ghosts won't have the courage to go south again."”
A person's name, a tree's shadow.
It didn't take much thought to know how terrified the upper echelons were.
Feng Jun was already thanking the gods that he didn't attack them.
"We all know that the general is someone who wants to do great things. It's impossible for him to stay in our remote village forever.”
"But if you have time, you must come to the grasslands again. Let us slaughter cattle and sheep and get drunk.”
From the way the old man talked and dressed, Zhang Xueming knew that he was not an ordinary herdsman. He was like a respected elder.
Therefore, he did not hide anything and spoke bluntly.
"Perhaps this place is very poor now, but it won't be long before the railroads and factories spring up like bamboo shoots after a rain. Everyone will be able to live a good life.”
The high-sounding official tone and words were not worthy of these simple and honest people.
Only the reverence and hope for their future life were the most urgent things.
The old man was overjoyed and actually knelt down shakily.
His granddaughter and the surrounding herdsmen also heard it clearly and imitated it.
They could not think of any other way to express their joy and gratitude.
For many years, since the end of the Manchu regime, Ulan Province had been forgotten.
More and more taxes were paid, but he didn't pay any attention to them.
Every year, there would be tragedies of people starving to death, not to mention natural disasters.
If Ulan Province could open a railway, it would definitely bring the grasslands back to life, and there would be no need to worry about human tragedies due to poverty.
The news spread further and further. Countless people knelt down piously and shouted that the heavens had mercy on them. The general was the reincarnation of a god who had come to save them.
Zhang Xueming felt helpless and helpless.
Not far away, Zhang Boling was filled with emotions.
" It's like a ball of flame burning in the endless darkness. It dispels the evil spirits and brightens the long road ahead. If there's really anyone who can turn the tide in Yan Huang, it's only Zhang Xiqing.”
Lu Xiaoya did not say anything. She just quietly looked at Zhang Xueming's back.
The garland under the sunlight was especially dazzling.
.....
Fengtian Office Building, Conference Hall 1.
The big shots gathered, and reporters from all over the world seized the time to ask questions.
Just now, the Feng army and Mao Xiong had officially signed a truce agreement.
This included compensation and a sincere apology to Feng Jun.
During this period, he did not mention President Duan of the North Mansion Cabinet at all. This meant that Mao Xiong was only afraid of the Feng army, not the entire Yan Huang Empire.
It could be seen from the compensation agreement.
More than 10,000 of his family's elites had died, but he had to pay compensation to the executioner.
Wasn't this what they used to do when they bullied Manqi?
It was true that the Heavenly Dao was good at reincarnation. Who would the Heaven spare?
After Mao Xiong's representative left, the reporters could finally get down to business.
However, Zhang Xueming, who was behind the long table, was not serious at all. He was actually eating noodles in such a solemn occasion, and his voice was very loud.
"General Zhang, isn't your behavior disrespectful to us at the press conference?”
A foot-basin reporter stood up angrily.
He was probably furious.
Zhang Xueming was still eating noodles. He took out his revolver and fired.
Bang!
" Ahhhhh!!"
The screams that sounded like pigs being slaughtered were extremely ear-piercing.
The reporter was shot in the abdomen and lost a kidney.
"Drag him out to feed the dogs."
After Zhang Xueming fired the gun, it was as if he had done the most ordinary thing. His appetite was piqued and he asked the guard for a bowl of noodles.
With that order, a few burly soldiers rushed into the conference room and dragged the reporters away without hesitation.
At first, he was still screaming and screaming, but Feng Jun's iron fist was not used to it at all. He punched and kicked as soon as he made a sound.
That's right, it was in front of the reporters from all over the world.
A real tyrant.
He had never even heard of shooting a foreign reporter at a press conference!
Rumor had it that Zhang Xueming treated a chicken as if it was born.
After a short silence, a reporter finally mustered up the courage to ask.
"General Zhang, according to rumors, your troops launched an inhumane massacre against the Furious Bears Far East Army in Star Gorge. This is a serious violation of human rights.”
Zhang Xueming didn't need to look to know that this reporter was either from White Eagle Country or John Country.
The moment he opened his mouth, the stench was overwhelming, and he could see his asshole from his throat.
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