Wang Zhenyu's traveling department was not directly set up in the military camp, but in a courtyard next to the military camp. The person responsible for arranging accommodation at the Military Department was very meticulous and arranged a six-entry courtyard for Wang Zhenyu as his traveling department. The side door opened directly into the military camp, which made Wang Zhenyu, who attached great importance to safety, very satisfied.

  After dinner, Wang Zhenyu held a meeting of all officers above the company level in the new brigade department. The promotion of the V-shaped deep defense tactics created by Xu Yuanquan and Wan Yao Huang was very effective. However, some resistant emotions also appeared, such as Song Xianfu and other old-school military men who thought this was a fancy framework. They felt that this way of dividing troops into three parts to fight carried the risk of being defeated by the enemy one by one. Wang Zhenyu felt it necessary to give everyone a wake-up call, severely criticizing these old die-hards without much explanation, only requiring each department to resolutely familiarize themselves with the new tactics. At the same time, some platoon-level officers who performed poorly in training also needed to be adjusted, and individual unqualified personnel were transferred from their current posts or demoted back to being ordinary soldiers.

  The meeting seems to have gone quite well, after all Wang Zhenyu has a high reputation in the whole journey, and even the opposing officers dare not oppose, only the specific effect will depend on the implementation situation later.

  Wang Zhenyu was soaking his feet in the inner room, savoring the soothing sensation spreading from the soles of his feet throughout his body, when Zhao Dongsheng came in to report that there were visitors.

  Wang Zhenyu was stunned for a moment. At this time, who else would come? He asked Zhao Dongsheng in confusion: "Who is coming?"

  Zhao Dongsheng said in a low voice: "The visitor claims to be Zhao Hengyu, the commander of the 16th Brigade, and says he is your sworn brother."

  Wang Zhenyu had just received Zhao Heng's secret letter last night, and tonight he heard that he came to visit in the middle of the night. Wang Zhenyu, who was worried about the situation, suddenly became overjoyed, didn't even bother to put on his socks, and didn't wipe the water off his feet, directly putting them into his cloth shoes and rushing out to greet him.

  "Big brother, it's been months since we last met, and you're still as dashing as ever!"

  "Wen Zheng, you little brother, still so glib-tongued, actually making fun of your big brother, you deserve to be punished!"

  After a few pleasantries, the two men entered the inner hall, with their respective guards standing watch at the outer gate.

  Wang Zhenyu personally served tea to Zhao Hengyu: "By rights, I should have visited my elder brother in the morning, but instead, my elder brother came visiting at midnight. Apart from thinking of me, there must be something more important. As I've just arrived in Changsha, there are some things that aren't quite right yet, and I hope my elder brother can enlighten me."

  After seeing Wang Zhenyu, Zhao Hengru was not in a hurry. He took a look at Wang Zhenyu's feet, which were slightly wet and without socks, apparently having just washed his feet. Hearing that he had arrived, he hastily wiped himself and ran out, with the shoe tongue of his cloth shoes still untucked. It seemed that this sworn brother still had the kind of enthusiasm worth trusting, and Zhao Hengru felt a great sense of relief in his heart.

  Taking a sip of clear tea, Zhao Heng thought for a moment before saying: "The note yesterday, I think you saw it. This time I came to tell you that the current situation in Changsha is probably not favorable to you..."

  Zhao Hengru was still very trusting of Wang Zhenyu, after all, he had lent a helping hand in times of danger, so he told Wang Zhenyu almost every word of Tan Yankai and Cheng Qian's conversation.

  Wang Zhenyu was extremely shocked. He had always thought that he had some real ability, but unexpectedly, he became a mere pawn in the eyes of these big shots in Changsha.

  He suddenly felt a wave of fear and anxiety, his own strength was still too weak. If Tan Yankai and Cheng Qian really gave this order, what could he do? Execute or not execute? Not executing, what else could be done, relying on Wang Longzhong? This cheap uncle is now also a dish like himself, and even less than himself, he still has military power in his hands.

  Wang Zhenyu struggled to suppress the panic in his heart, after all, he was from a later generation and knew that he couldn't afford to be reckless when things happened.

  As expected, Zhao Heng was impressed by Wang Zhenyu's composure despite his young age when he heard the news. He thought to himself that his sworn brother must have a foolproof plan: "Wang, this is not like Nanjing, and I've already told you about the situation here. Now that the five dragons are gathered, it's not convenient for me to stay here for long, lest someone with ill intentions discovers us. I don't have any good ideas to offer you, so it's best if you make your own arrangements as soon as possible."

  Wang Zhenyu politely sent Zhao Hengyi out of the door, then sat back down with a thud, leaning on the chair in a daze.

  Actually, Wang Zhenyu had already made up his mind when he saw the eight-character prophecy last night. Today's entry into the city was a deliberate display of the might of the Menghu Troop, and not even a bit of face was given to Mei Xing, who is now notorious. However, after Zhao Da Ge came over tonight, Wang Zhenyu felt that these actions were still too childish, and relying on such childish actions for self-preservation was no different from a fantasy.

  It wasn't until he needed to use it that Wang Zhenyu suddenly realized his side didn't have a military strategist who could come up with clever plans, a role that had always been played by himself from the future. But now the situation was too complicated and had exceeded his life experience and knowledge. He really did need someone to come up with ideas for him. Unfortunately, after thinking about it in circles, he couldn't think of anyone suitable, what a pity!

  Wang Zhenyu started complaining again, why he was so unlucky, others crossed over and had everything they wanted, all of them were domineering and carefree, playing games like players with RMB.

  What about you? Don't say anything without getting what you want? Just out of the newbie village and thrown into the Wuhan frontline, a gathering place for BOSS, and then found that the team leader is definitely not promising. In simpler terms, Wang Zhenyu tragically stood on the side of the revolutionary camp with no future prospects for the next decade, but what's even more tragic is that he was still in the Hunan Army camp, which was the worst among the revolutionary camps, and most unfortunately, he followed a big brother who had no future prospects. Now he has become someone else's pawn... Man is the cutting board, I am the fish meat, what can I do? One word: helpless.

  Not far from the entrance of the travel agency, a figure had been hesitating at the corner for quite some time.

  Ma Si Cheng had just finished handling the military affairs and arrived at the brigade department. He went to the main hall and immediately sensed that his younger brother's mood was terrible. It had been an hour since Zhao Heng Yu left, and Wang Zhen Yu sat alone in the chair in the main hall, looking gloomy and silent. The temperature of the entire brigade seemed to have dropped several degrees at night, and there was even a chill in the air.

  Ma Xi Cheng knew that there must be big trouble, but he didn't dare to interrupt his younger brother's thinking. Out of caution, he immediately found the officer on duty at the brigade headquarters tonight, Major Wan Yao Huang, and after a brief communication, he immediately ordered Zhao Dong Sheng to double the number of sentries at the brigade headquarters tonight, extend the patrol range by 50 meters, and set up a machine gun at each gate.

  Zhao Dongsheng has now gained Wang Zhenyu's trust, and he is the captain of the guard team. He follows Wang Zhenyu every day, running back and forth. Ping Ri is also a very capable person, but when it comes to Ma Xicheng, he doesn't dare to be arrogant at all. Perhaps it's because he still remembers how Ma Xicheng had dealt with him in the past, and Ma Xicheng is also his cousin as the brigade commander. In short, he will carry out Ma Xicheng's orders, even though they are both lieutenant colonels for now.

  As soon as the patrol range expanded, a tragedy occurred.

  A team of guards who had just begun to expand their patrol area soon discovered that a person was standing at the corner, and he was also startled by this shout.

  "What's the password?" The guard asked very cautiously, his left hand loosening its grip on the gun strap at the same time, while his right hand had already grasped the gun handle in a conditioned reflex. Long-term training had made these guards quite intimidating, and that person's body visibly trembled for a moment.

  The man's aura shocked the guards, leaving them momentarily stunned and unsure of how to react. Before they could gather their wits, five black gun muzzles were trained on him with a swift whoosh.

  He Jian, 24 years old, from Liling County, Hunan Province. His father He Qishan was a long-time worker and had been engaged in sideline production for many years. After saving some money, he bought a small piece of land, but later sold it to pay for He Jian's tuition at the Baoding Military Academy.

  He Jian studied in a private school in his hometown during his early years. In 1903, he entered the county's Zhuzi Temple Primary School. The following year, he attended the county's Xiangjiang Middle School. In 1906, He Jian, who had not yet graduated from middle school, took the entrance exam for Chonggu Academy in Changsha's Yuelu Mountain, which was run by Wang Xianqian, and studied there for three years before transferring to Hunan Public Law and Politics Academy.

  After the Xinhai Revolution, He Jian was a clerk in the Civil Affairs Department of Hunan Province. In the eyes of ordinary people, being a police officer was a very powerful and prestigious position, where one could do whatever they wanted, and ordinary people dared not say anything. However, after becoming a police officer, He Jian realized that this was not right. A police officer is actually just a security guard for the government, and any special privileges are relative to the common people. Not to mention other things, the office expenses had never been fully funded since the Qing dynasty, and relied on fines and confiscated money to make up for it. As a result, although there were cases of extortionate law enforcement, police officers could still barely make ends meet. However, later on, some official who had drunk Western ink (i.e., was educated in the West) became muddle-headed and thought that fines could be used to supplement the government's tight finances. He made the clever decision to turn fines into non-tax revenue, no longer allowing police officers to retain fines and confiscated money, which all had to be handed over to the national treasury. As a result, police officers even struggled to survive, as they were also human beings who needed to eat, drink, and support their families.

  Under the circumstances, the police who were originally the nemesis of crime became the evil god protecting crime, and the relationship between the police and the underworld also changed from sworn enemies to close family members under the temptation of the system. From then on, the police either actively or passively embarked on the road of seeking power and rent. Since fines and confiscations can no longer become their own legitimate income, they turned these into illegal fees and put them in their own pockets. As a result, only the ordinary people suffered, and industries such as prostitution, gambling, and drugs directly became legitimate existences.

  For this kind of money, He Jian, a small police officer like him, doesn't even get a share. Why? Because he is just a clerk in the Civil Affairs Bureau's Police Service Section. The fines and fees mentioned earlier all go to the police station level. As for the Police Service Section here, only big shots can get some petty benefits, while someone like him who is just a clerk? Humph, no benefits, but plenty of hard work. Whether it's policing or patrolling, he has to do everything. When meeting government officials, he has to put on a smiling face, and when facing angry crowds, he mustn't fight back or retort. Others make a fortune by taking the easy way out, while he can only follow behind and wipe their backsides. The meager salary is often delayed due to insufficient funds. This police work is like being a dog! Still, it's his mother's fault for giving birth to him as a stray dog! If the world weren't so messed up and he could find a better way out, He Jian would have quit this rotten job that only promotes based on connections and gives benefits based on position.