"What about you? What are your abilities?"

"Sir Zheng, do you have to have some special abilities to stay in your army?" Facing Zheng Yong's question, Xu Yan straightened his chest and said:

"The Japanese are ambitious about our three eastern provinces. Every Chinese with a conscience should stand up at this time. We students are full of enthusiasm and are willing to join the army for the country and defend our brothers and sisters..."

"Stop, stop!"

Before he could finish his words, Zheng Yong interrupted him directly, took the pen and pointed Lin Weidong: "You, stay." He also pointed Xu Yan: "You, please."

"Why, Chief Zheng!" Xu Yan stepped forward in discontent and said in a loud voice: "Do you look down on students? Can't you see our enthusiasm for serving the country?"

"Are you afraid of death?" Zheng Yong suddenly asked.

"Not afraid, patriotism is afraid of death!" Xu Yan raised his head and said.

Zheng Yong walked up to him with a smile, suddenly pulled out his gun from his waist and pointed it at Xu Yan's head. This made Lin Weidong and Xu Yan shocked him, and he didn't expect to offend the chief.

"Now I can kill you with one shot. Do you know what will happen after I pull the trigger? Blood flew everywhere, brain matter splattered, and then a life disappeared." Zheng Yong smiled again, put away the gun and said:

"I promise to give a better speech than you, are you trusting? But the Japanese will not stop beating you because of your passionate speech, but will be fighting more fiercely. Because speeches are called motivating morale in our eyes, and bewitching people in the eyes of the enemies. The Japanese will never stop their ambitions for our country just because of a perfect, tearful speech.

If you have the ability, you must have the ability to survive. On the battlefield, you cannot accuse your enemies with anger. You can only win what we want with a gun. You may be a good engineer and a good banker in the future, but the army is not suitable for you. Go home and survive for this country..."

"General Zheng, he is the youngest son of General Xu Shuzheng." Lin Weidong whispered.

"What?" Zheng Yong was surprised: "General on horseback, dismounted Fengliuhou, and recovered Xu Shuzheng from Outer Mongolia and Tangnu Wulianghai?"

"Chief Zheng, my father is my father, Xu Yan is my father, and Xu Yan doesn't want to rely on my father in the army."

Zheng Yong walked back to the chair and sat down: "Stay, but I can tell you, I'm really aiming at General Xu when I stayed. I respect him. It's a pity, it's a pity that he was shot and killed by Feng Yuxiang's subordinates. Such a good general."

"Don't defile your father's reputation. Soldiers are soldiers and students are students." Zheng Yong held his chin and said, "We soldiers cannot become students, but I don't know if you students can become real soldiers..."

"Sir Zheng, what is the real warrior like?" Lin Weidong asked cautiously.

Zheng Yong thought for a moment and took them out of his office. He pointed to the officers and soldiers of the 1st Company who were basking in the sun:

"Did you see the man in the west? His name is Ouyang Ping. What are their greatest skills?"

Seeing the two of them shook their heads in confusion, a smile appeared on the corner of Zheng Yong's mouth:

"fear death!"

"fear death?"

"Yes, I'm afraid of death." Zheng Yong nodded: "When he has the chance to live, he will definitely find a way to survive. In order to live, he must do everything possible to kill the enemy on the other side. He is from Beard. Do you know how many enemies he has killed in total from Beard to being recruited? At least there are more than ten, but he is still alive..."

Lin Weidong understood a little, but Xu Yan still seemed a little confused. He didn't understand that he could kill the Japanese if he was afraid of death?

"There is also the one named Tao Ping, who likes women the most; the one named Situ Tianrui, who loves money and bets." Zheng Yong pointed to his platoon leaders and said:

"No one of them wants to die. They all look like soldiers and gangsters, but they are all capable people. Once we get into the fight with the Japanese, I promise that there are no vague people. These talents are real soldiers."

Zheng Yong took them back to his house:

"I only have one request to be a soldier from the 1st Company. I can die, but I have to kill more than two enemies before I can die. Otherwise, I will be a coward if I die."

"Sir Zheng, I understand." Lin Weidong said with a little excitement:

"If we really start working with the Eastern people, we have more people, killing one is enough to earn one, killing two is enough to make money. Later, the Eastern people will be killed less and less, while our people will be more and more..."

"Go, Xu Yan goes to the 1st platoon to report, Lin Weidong stays in my company."

After the two students left happily, the guards outside came in to report that the people from the Fengtian Legal Affairs Office had arrived in the 1st Company.

What did the people from the Legal Affairs Office do?

Before Zheng Yong could get up, a person outside rushed in and shouted in a loud voice as soon as he entered the door:

"Brother, brother, I'm here!"

The person who came here was also an old acquaintance. Luo Yumeng, who went to Beijing with Zheng Yong to pick up Zhang Xueliang.

"Why are you here? You are still holding the sign of the Legal Affairs Office."

Zheng Yong smiled and welcomed him in. Luo Yumeng also smiled and said, "Brother, I really sent me here this time. This is not what he said to me, you are familiar with me, and some things are easier to say, right?"

"What's wrong? What's the big deal?"

Luo Yu took a breath, picked up Zheng Yong's teacup on the table and took a few sips, wiped his mouth and said:
Chapter completed!