Looking at the bustling Changsha, Wang Zhenyu's heart is extremely proud. Although our Hu Tiger Travel is a man, but from the current scene, we are not inferior to the popularity of the later Super Girl. It's just a pity that I didn't have the opportunity to appear on the cover of The New York Times like my brother, but the main reason why Super Girl was banned was because she appeared on this cover and opened the curtain for Chinese people to vote independently, breaking the authority of outsiders. Hmm, so to speak, isn't China's Good Voice a step backward in human social development? Ah, what nonsense is going on in my head, let's not digress.

  On the parade side, the military posture was majestic and refreshing, the formation was neat, and the officers and soldiers of the fierce tiger brigade were also frightened by the enthusiasm of the Changsha people. Such a warm scene soon made many new recruits who joined the Ninth Brigade after being dispersed in Nanjing feel proud to be a member of the Ninth Brigade. The old soldiers who participated in the Hankou counterattack felt even more proud, and they said that the battle at Yubamen was fought by them, haha.

  Wuhan once, Changsha once, Wang Zhenyu did not deliberately decline the purpose of the entry ceremony is here, cultivating the identity of officials and soldiers to the team, the key is no more than two, fame and fortune, in simple terms, face and money, other slogans shouted loudly are also nonsense. The author of "The Weakness of Human Nature", Carnegie, didn't say that every person's inner heart has dignity, the key is how you successfully stimulate his noble emotions. Wearing a big red flower, the purpose of awarding honors is probably this too.

  Tan Yanqing and other Hunan military and political officials, as well as five division commanders, were seated on the rostrum. They welcomed the return of the Hubei Brave Tigers together with the citizens of Changsha.

  In a corner unnoticed by the big shots, a young inspector named He Jian was using his own body to hold back the surging and cheering crowds. Although it was already March, his uniform was completely drenched in sweat.

  "Good trip, mighty tiger", "Pride of Hunan people", "Kill all the Manchu, restore China" Various cheers and applause rose one after another, people expressed their inner joy with various praises.

  Looking at the officers and men of the Hu Ben Division, dressed in their new summer uniforms, with their chests out and their steps in unison, as well as the young General Wang sitting on his horse, receiving cheers from the crowd. He Jian felt a strange sensation in his heart, and when he looked down at the black leather uniform he was wearing, he suddenly sighed inwardly: A man should be born to roam the battlefields like General Wang, how could he spend his whole life cooped up in this small Jingcha Bureau?

  At this moment, a young man named He Jian had the idea of joining the army.

  The big shots on the stage are now focusing their attention on Wang Zhenyu, especially Wang Longzhong. For the past two months, Wang Longzhong has been feeling suffocated, with his superiors constantly finding fault with him and his subordinates disobeying his orders. He had even thought of resigning and returning to his hometown to farm. Now, seeing his nephew return triumphantly to Changsha, he suddenly feels that he has regained some power and capital.

  Wang Zhenyu is not Zhang Yang's style, originally he had planned to keep a low profile before entering the city, and rarely show off. However, last night someone sent him a handwritten letter from his sworn brother Zhao Hengyu, with only eight words: "Changsha is in danger, be careful".

  Zhao Heng was very careful, but it kept our Wang Zhenyu awake all night.

  After some thought, Wang Zhenyu felt that his biggest problem now was that he didn't have a powerful backer in politics. With Wang Longzhong about to fall out of favor, if he continued to keep a low profile, he estimated that he would soon be replaced by the big shots in the provincial capital.

  So what's good for self-protection?

  Wang Zhenyu thought hard and suddenly had an epiphany, this world ultimately relies on strength. He must show his strength to the big shots in the provincial city, making them not dare to easily move against him. That's right, he'll make them feel intimidated, so intimidated that they don't dare make decisions on their own. Anyway, he can be considered a nobody now, with nothing to lose. He might as well stir up some trouble and show off his strength, making it impossible for others to ignore him.

  What's more important is that Wang Zhenyu was very confident in his control over the Ninth Regiment. Jokingly, if someone else were to be the regimental commander, could you give the brothers their salaries according to my standards? Double what friendly forces get, and still fully paid, although there is a one-month salary advance, but that's also something the brothers can accept. So the only person who can be the commander of the Ninth Regiment is this rich man himself, without several tens of millions in assets, no one else can make it work.

  Back to the ceremony of entering the city, the Ninth Corps stood on the right side of the rostrum, a vast and silent crowd, not a single person spoke, that momentum shocked the citizens of Changsha.

  Military Affairs Office Director Huang Luanming, Deputy Director Zhang Xiaoquan on the left and right, accompanied Wang Zhenyu to walk onto the rostrum, then Director Huang personally introduced the people on the stage to Wang Zhenyu.

  "This is our army's General Tang Da Doutou" Huang Luanming also felt a mix of emotions, just half a year ago, the young man in front of him was only a small team leader under his command, but now he has become a Major General just like himself, this is indeed a twist of fate.

  Wang Zhenyu took a small step forward, stood at attention and saluted: "I am the commander of the 9th Brigade of the 4th Division of the Xiang Army. I have met Commander Tan Da and wish to serve under your command."

  Tan Yanqun hastily grasped Wang Zhenyu's shoulders: "General Wang is indeed young and promising, the Battle of Hankou has brought out the prestige of my Xiang Army, and is a model for us Xiang people. Hehe"

  When he finished speaking, Tan Yanlei patted Wang Zhenyu's right shoulder lightly, with the intention of dusting off, then smiled and said: "Old Huang, next I'll take over for a while, let me introduce everyone to our General Wang."

  "Come, General Wang. This is Cheng Qian, the head of the military government's advisory department. He was the one who delivered the reorganization order last time."

  "Come, come, Wang Lao Di, I won't introduce your superior now. You two can catch up privately later, haha... Let me introduce you to this person, Mei Xing, the commander of the Fifth Division."

  Wang Zhenyu's eyes suddenly lit up, didn't he decide to do something last night? This is the perfect opportunity to stir up trouble. At this moment, there is no one more suitable than Mei Xing.

  Wang Zhenyu took a closer look at the man, and to be strict, he was indeed a talented person. It was really hard to imagine that such a handsome face would commit such an evil act of killing the governor.

  "Hehe, seeing Wang Lü Chang so young, Mei Mou feels that it's really true that the rear waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves. You, Wang Shifu, should also retire early and give way to your younger generation." Although Mei Xiang had a smile on her face, her words were laced with thorns.

  Wang Longzhong was just nearby, his complexion changed in an instant. If it weren't for Lin Xiamei's timely intervention, he would have had a fit of rage on the spot.

  Tan Yanqian was delighted to see these teachers arguing with each other, and naturally stood on the side with a smile, not saying a word.

  Wang Zhenyu also had a smile on his face, his eyes fixed on Mei Xiang who was secretly pleased with himself. He stretched out his hand and shook hands with Mei Xiang: "Master Mei, it's really a pity that Director Jiao and Director Chen didn't get to see the day when we overthrow the Tartars and win the revolution. However, their last wishes, I, Wang, will definitely inherit."

  As soon as he finished speaking, he withdrew his hand and left, leaving Mei Xing stunned on the spot. Mei Xing was very surprised, what did it mean, what kind of will? What to inherit? Was he trying to kill him? Mei Xing really wanted to shout loudly, "What do you mean, you little brat? Speak clearly!" However, looking at Tan Yanqun and other senior officials standing beside him, the words reached his lips but he dared not speak out. Was he afraid of himself? Mei Xing suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, a cold air rising from his back. All along, Mei Xing had been using cruelty to intimidate all walks of life in Changsha; he dared to kill people, and not just small fries, but also big shots like the governor and revolutionaries. He was a bloodthirsty devil king, and that's how the people of Changsha saw him. But today, a young colonel suddenly dared to challenge him openly, and Mei Xing suddenly felt uncertain about his future. If the paper tiger couldn't intimidate people, then it would be nothing but a mere decoration.

  Wang Zhenyu's words were heard clearly by Tan Yanqin. He narrowed his eyes, seeming to understand something, but didn't speak.

  Wang Longzhong, who was about to erupt nearby, felt a great relief in his heart. He let out a loud hum at Mei Xiang and then turned back to his seat with extreme delight.

  Wang Zhenyu no longer paid attention to Mei Xing, whose face was alternately pale and red. He took three steps forward in two strides, walked to the front of the stage: "Attention, all members of the Hu Lao Hu Troop, the review ceremony is about to begin."

  Next, the ninth army officers and men marched in neat rows past the rostrum, their majestic military appearance and strict discipline causing the leaders on the rostrum to praise them unanimously.

  Lin Xiumei lightly bumped Wang Longzhong's left elbow: "Old Wang, this nephew of yours is quite skilled at commanding troops..."

  The triumphant procession lasted for several hours, and when the officers and men of the Ninth Brigade returned to their assigned camp in the military headquarters, everyone had a few hard-boiled eggs in their hands, which were stuffed into their hands by the enthusiastic people of Changsha. No one had ever enjoyed such treatment in other armies before, and this feeling of being respected and loved was really great. In response to this situation, Wan Yaohuang, the head of the Military Law Department, who was known for his iron face and impartiality, rarely made a joke and announced that the eggs could be taken and eaten without violating military discipline.

  To be honest, the journey was exhausting, and the grand entrance ceremony didn't help. But everyone's mood was great, after all these years of being a soldier, they had never felt so proud and respected before. It's worth noting that in this era, it's common to say "good iron isn't used for nails" and "good men don't become soldiers", no one has ever looked at ordinary soldiers as human beings, let alone worshiped them like heroes. After lights out, everyone was still chatting in the barracks, sharing their feelings and couldn't fall asleep for a long time. The thought of doing well in the 9th Brigade had almost become the most sincere wish in every single person's heart.