Milong was still performing his true nature, saying a few strange words and cursing a few times. Anyway, he used to be like this, and no one thought about whether this matter had anything to do with Milong.

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Zhang Lixian and Li Bing led a team of soldiers into the military control area of ​​Chanda.

"Strange, why is it quiet here today?" Li Bing became confused before entering the military control area. He had been here last time, and before entering the military control area, he could see the wandering soldiers. His hungry eyes were looking around the world like wolf eyes, but today he entered Zenda and did not see a single soldier.

"Can't it be that Diao Degui's fat man was really restrained after I was scolded by me?"

Li Bing himself didn't believe this. Like most of the Fruit Party bureaucrats, Diao Fatty is a master who is tempted by money. How could he restrain the defeated soldiers and cut off his own way of wealth?

"You will know when you get to the place." Zhang Lixian said indifferently.

"Lixian, what do you think about our regiment? You don't want to be a good member of the army, and you have to defeat the soldiers - you have never seen their virtues. As long as their virtues are, I think they are just like Japanese devils..." Li Bing muttered.

Zhang Lixian glanced at his colleagues and said softly: "I think the regiment commander chose the right choice. The old troops with full corps have complicated relationships. It is equivalent to starting over and over again. It is easier to implement his will."

"But the defeated soldiers did not look like soldiers!" Li Bing still insisted on his opinion. Zhang Lixian smiled and did not refute, but he thought to himself: If the granaries are full, they know etiquette, and if they have enough food and clothing, they know honor and disgrace. If the defeated soldiers have nothing, how could they look like soldiers?
Chapter completed!