Yang Wei is very familiar with the famous Virginia Military Institute. It is the first state-run military academy in the United States of America. The most important thing is that the school does not train officers as its first mission, so the young people it trains may not choose the military as a career.

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Yang Wei remembered that the Virginia Military Institute’s admissions requirements were very strict in terms of age, physical fitness, and grades, but there were no restrictions on nationality. All students must complete the U.S. Reserve Officers Training Corps course before they can graduate.

However, foreigners cannot enter the U.S. military after graduation. According to the school’s historical records, there have been 77 Chinese students studying at the Virginia Military Academy from 1906 to the present, and 35 of them graduated from the school. Looking at their qualifications,

, this Yang Wei was actually the senior student of General Sun Liren who was on an expedition to a foreign land.

Compared with the Japanese non-commissioned officer system, which was the best in the country at this time, the officers trained by the Virginia Military Institute were more comprehensive and outstanding.

This was a god-given opportunity for him! Yang Wei didn't have time to think too much. After a moment of hesitation, he quickly picked up the certificate and stuffed it into his arms, and hurriedly exited the alley. Tempering Blood Mountains and Rivers 3

However, Yang Wei did not leave just yet. He squatted on the opposite side of the road and looked into the deep alley, unaware that the steamed buns in his arms were getting colder.

Within a moment, a group of chattering and promiscuous women passed by in the night. One of them caught a glimpse of a figure on the ground in the alley, and was immediately frightened and screamed. However, after a while, a policeman from the public concession was attracted.

Two arrogant policemen came around, took a cursory breath, and then began to rummage through the valuables. Apparently all the valuables had been taken away by the robbers. The policemen took off the man's leather shoes with curses and removed two of them.

He tied the belt and put it on his shoulders openly. Then he called to two middle-aged men in short-sleeved shirts. One of them grabbed the head and the other pulled the feet. They threw the body into the carriage and took it away.

Yang Wei squatted opposite and let out a long sigh. He saw the patrolman just leaving. He didn't even bother to go through the motions of investigating the murder scene. The first thing he did was to take away the property worn by the deceased? There was no way he could solve the case at all.

intention.

Yang Wei was filled with emotion at this moment. It seems that steamed buns costing three for a dime are not the cheapest. The most valuable thing in Shanghai is probably human life, especially the lives of Chinese people. Looking at this colorful neon flashing

In this big moving world, there are words saying that Chinese people and dogs are not allowed to enter everywhere. The various concessions make the dignity of the nation disappear. Yang Wei suddenly feels like blood is rushing to his head.

People who have never experienced suffering will never understand the feeling of having their dignity trampled under someone's feet. Yang Wei knew that he did not have many choices. He could either follow the trend and be indifferent for the rest of his life, or he could be brave and brave for once.

But between a full stomach and patriotism, Yang Wei lost to reason and reluctantly chose to retreat. The passionate passion just now seemed too ambitious.

After the body was taken away, the street returned to calm. Yang Wei was eating cold steamed buns alone in a cold corner. Not far away was a world of drunken music fans.

Yang Wei had never eaten such delicious steamed buns. When he was about to eat the third steamed bun, Yang Wei suddenly found that a little girl about seven or eight years old had appeared in front of him. A pair of dirty little hands reached out.

in front of himself.

Yang Wei was stunned for a moment, with his eyes like a wounded animal, between his dirty little hands and the snow-white steamed buns, Yang Wei sighed and handed the steamed buns to the little girl. Yang Wei gave the girl another dime.

The girl suddenly froze on the spot.

He could hardly make ends meet but still helped others. Yang Wei wondered if he would meet kind-hearted people when he died of hunger on the roadside. When he folded the newspaper containing the steamed buns and prepared to put them away, the thirteen years of the Republic of China attracted his attention.

His gaze.

In the twelfth year of the Republic of China, that is, 1923, the Virginia Military Institute graduation certificate in his arms gave Yang Wei a glimmer of hope. That is, next year, the first batch of Whampoa Military Academy will be officially recruited in Guangzhou.

It is no problem to pass the exam based on his own skills. Enlisting into the army is undoubtedly the most correct choice in Yang Wei's opinion. Political power comes from the barrel of a gun. The basis of all ideals lies in strength. Yang Wei does not think he is so great. He must survive first.

, and then realize one's own ideals, so that the people no longer suffer from the warlords' melee, are no longer displaced, and everyone can have enough to eat.

Yang Wei also understood what a seemingly simple wish meant to a huge country with a population of 450 million. The most difficult thing about the Long March was not the hardships and rapids, but the first step.

Life is inseparable from food, drink, housing and transportation. For Yang Wei, who still has two cents in his pocket, he can bear it all night and eat it tomorrow morning, or have a bowl of hot noodle soup. Faced with the fragrance at the entrance of the alley, Yang Wei gave himself a

A satisfactory explanation. If I lose my job of carrying a big bag because I didn’t eat enough tonight and suffer from insomnia, it would be too much of a loss.

Yang Wei came to the steaming noodle stall and saw that the noodles in the pot were fragrant and the cooked broth was white. Yang Wei secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at the noodle pot eagerly: "Boss, how much does a bowl of noodles cost?"

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The honest and honest boss waved his handkerchief and said with a smile: "A bowl of Yang Ji's big bone soup costs only a dime. It's a generous portion."

Yang Wei, who was cash-strapped, said reluctantly: "Three steamed buns only cost a dime. This noodle is too expensive."

The boss laughed and said: "Young man, my noodle stall is mostly visited by dancers who have been busy in the middle of the night. A dime is not expensive. You look like a newbie! It's difficult to go out, but I can still afford a bowl of noodles. Sit down

Over there, there is only so much noodles, and the soup tube is enough. After you finish eating, help me bring back two buckets of water." Quenching Blood Mountains and Rivers 3

Yang Wei suddenly felt a warm current in his heart, there are so many simple and good people!

Wow, it’s so hot! Yang Wei held the bowl carefully with both hands. He was about to say a word of thanks, but found that the boss was staring directly behind him. As soon as Yang Wei turned his head, he saw a dazzling light and a strong wind blowing.

Yang Wei couldn't open his eyes, and before Yang Wei could recover, he already flew out lightly.

If a person is unlucky enough to drink cold water, his teeth will get clogged. Yang Wei didn't believe this at first, but now he is convinced. The bowl of noodles flew into the sky with his body, and the fragrant soup splashed down on his head and face. Yang Wei subconsciously

I opened my mouth, and my last thought was waste, what a waste.

Immediately, Yang Wei was slapped on the ground hard. His chest hurt from the hot noodles and his back hurt from the impact of the ground. Yang Wei grinned and looked at the latest American black Buick car parked in front of him.

In later generations, Buick cars were used all over the streets and were nothing, but they were rare items at that time. However, precisely because there were few cars, there were fewer people who knew how to drive.

Yang Wei, who is a handicraftsman, knows very well that for this era, drivers are definitely a skilled job. They cannot control the clutch, accelerator, gear and brakes like cars of later generations, and it takes a lot of effort to turn the steering wheel.

Even the passenger seat is not free, so why would a person with status hire a driver to sit in the back seat? That's because the person sitting in the passenger seat needs to help the driver reverse the car, otherwise it will be impossible for one person to complete it.

Being hit by the unexpected accident, Yang Wei was dizzy and confused. When Yang Wei was full of doubts, the driver's door was opened, and a pair of riding boots stepped out lightly from the inside and stopped directly in front of him.

Wearing brown leather boots, dark breeches, and a yellow suit top, his chest is slightly bulging. Yang Wei never expected that the driver would be a girl. Driving a car these days is like wielding a knife or a gun.

, it’s good to have money. Could it be that I met the daughter of some warlord?

According to the plot of the TV series, this girl must be upright, cute, and kind-hearted. When she saw her hit him, she took her home to heal her wounds. She had secret feelings for a while and so on. Yang Wei hurriedly raised his head to look up. He also had to pay attention to the beauty saving the hero.

Looks.
Chapter completed!