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Volume 2: My Comrades, My Soldiers Chapter 148: Sam¡¯s Plan

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    ps: Sorry, I just found out that the last two chapters have been banned. I will take the time to change them tomorrow.  ¡­ Summit Novels, alas, issued an ultimatum.  Outside the door, it was a hot summer day, the grass was wilting, and the head was drooped.  Although the door is open, the room is extremely cool.  Compared with the outside, it is like a world of ice and fire.  It was only then that Wu Shan discovered with horror that the monk in front of him was also a cultivator.  From Qingfengzi, he learned that these people were very opportunistic in their cultivation, using an unexplainable method to gain the faith of the people, and then use these powers to bless themselves.  Of course, Qingfengzi did not describe it in detail, because after all, he had never had that kind of cultivation experience.  He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, because Wu Shan knew very well that the old monk who had lived for an unknown age was definitely better than him in skill.  He just glanced at the shrine casually, wondering where the creepy feeling came from at first.  "Ashes return to dust, dust returns to dust, so I hear." Zumba chanted the sutra indistinctly, showing off at the critical moment.  You are paralyzed!  Wu Shan couldn't help but curse in his heart, isn't he just trying to compete with me for patience?  There are many!  When I was a soldier in the mountain brigade, I once lay motionless in one place for two or three days.  That¡¯s not like just here in Saibei. Even if there is grassland, there is always a cool breeze.  In the southern boundary, if you lurk for a while, you will be bitten by various mosquitoes, and even applying some tree sap will not work.  Therefore, Wu Shan meditated on the spot and tried hard to visualize the mountain in his mind. He always felt that when he made a move, he didn't have enough momentum.  "Donor. You must be a Chinese figure." Zumba finally couldn't help it anymore: "I brought you here today just to remind you. Be sure to pay attention to the Sam people!" After hearing this, Wushan no longer had any doubts.  The great monk in front of me must have a higher skill than myself.  Usually, if you don¡¯t inadvertently, you can put your perception at such a long distance.  Unless someone in China had tipped off the monk, he would not have known that he and others were the vanguard of the army, dedicated to the front line to solve all problems.  As the saying goes, one becomes better with age. He must understand China¡¯s actions in recent years.  The decline of Soviet Russia has led to the rapid decline of Mongolia. If the squadron does not take advantage of this golden opportunity to make a down payment to Mongolia.  That doesn't make sense.  As for how high it is, I don¡¯t think so. It¡¯s just that the innate peak is at the same level as myself.  He could hear in his ears the faithful men and women who came to offer incense. Wu Shan couldn't help but suddenly wondered whether all the believers had their memories changed by the monks who entered the innate stage?  This thought passed by in a flash, and it had nothing to do with me anyway. ? Judging from his appearance, after all, he has not entered the golden elixir stage, and he is doing it mentally or unintentionally.  It's no big deal to lure yourself here.  But what does he mean, Sam?  "Thank you for reminding me!" Wushan doesn't care about the bald people's lies about monks and nuns, whether you like it or not.  He stood up.  Pretending to leave.  "Donor, please wait!" Zumba finally couldn't hold it in any longer and stopped pretending: "In these years, I don't know what the top leaders of the country are thinking. The Soviet Union helped us recover. There is nothing wrong with relying on them." "After Genghis Khan, Han and Mongolia were  "We can accept it even if we return to China." "But how can they collude with the Sam people? They are a race of people from all over the world.  "Hearing this, Wu Shan immediately understood that the old monk was just a supporter of a faction.  But it is clear that the faction he supported lost in the power struggle.  As for the new government, it does not seem inconceivable that they would collude with the Sam people.  There is a wolf in front and a tiger behind. China and the Soviet Union are both evil neighbors in the eyes of the Mongols.  To this end, they want to borrow the power of the Sam people to make everyone fight with each other. The group behind him can also sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, and make a comeback.  Precisely because Mongolia is located inland, neither China nor Soviet Russia will allow a large number of Sam people to enter here from their own land, and the number of people coming will definitely be small.  What¡¯s more, it is nothing more than wishful thinking to obtain a large number of lethal weapons and send them to Mongolia in the territory of China or Soviet Russia.  Seeing that Wushan was really going to leave, Zumba had no choice but to say, "Donor, there is a layman who wants to see you." Haha, you can't help it?  He couldn't help but sneer inwardly.  I don¡¯t know how the old monk informed meYes, maybe it was a rumor from the soul. Anyway, within two minutes, a Mongolian old man appeared in the meditation room.  "Jiang Babat Menghe?" Wu Shan couldn't help but narrow his eyes, and only recognized the person after he looked carefully.  Last year¡¯s so-called revolution in Mongolia elected Oqirbat, who was not from the Mongolian People¡¯s Revolutionary Party, to power. He must have been unconvinced. He probably decided to target himself and others after many attempts at restoration had no results, right?  "You two, talk slowly!" Zumba felt that he had never been so tired. After the novices brought stools and tea, he left quickly.  "I'm ashamed. We have always maintained close ties with Soviet Russia." Jiang Ba said bluntly: "I don't know much about the Chinese, especially the Chinese people." "My surname is Wu." Wu Shan was also a little thirsty.  , drinking some rough milk tea, the fishy smell is tangy.  It¡¯s not necessarily that rough. Seeing how good the incense in the temple is, Zumba must not be short of money.  It¡¯s just that their eating habits are indeed much worse than those of the Han people.  "To be honest," Jiangba said bravely: "After these people's bullshit revolution last year, I went to Moscow. There, I begged Comrade Al Gore to help our country." "It's a pity that I didn't get the answer I deserved.  Instead, they were scolded by the top leaders of Soviet Russia. ¡°In their view, even China is reforming and opening up in the world, and Soviet Russia is also doing it. There is no reason why our country should not pursue reform.¡± ¡°I wholeheartedly support China.  The results are visible to the whole world. "But it is absolutely unacceptable. Why should Pensalema collude with the Sam people?" "The most important thing is that he is not even a party member.  , It¡¯s just ridiculous. What do you think of our domestic and international brothers?¡± ¡°Nima, who said Mongolians are straightforward?  Wu Shan almost wanted to spray him in the face.  " Just like this old boy, if he wants to be a female cousin and also wants to build a chastity arch, he can ask for help. He has to go to far away mountains and mountains to get a lot of help, so why not just say it and it's over?  "Comrade Bad Menghe, I feel so strange." Wu Shan didn't bother to talk in circles with him: "What do you think of our country? Be your thug? Tell me your conditions!" It would be better if it can be solved peacefully, otherwise, die  A few people don¡¯t seem to be a big deal.  The entire country of Mongolia has only more than 10,000 troops.  They were all piled up together, and a tank division came up and crushed them.  The Mongolian grasslands in summer are full of people grazing herds.  Under the sun, herdsmen braved the heat and galloped shirtless on their horses on the grassland.  In the shady part of the pasture, a large group of shepherds did not move, lazily gathering together and chatting.  Mongolia learned from the Soviet Union and implemented a farm system, which is similar to the production teams or brigades in our country before the household responsibility system.  If you want to count it on a per-capita basis.  There are so few Mongolians that the population of a village is roughly the same as that of a production group in China, which is only 180 people.  Last year¡¯s revolution spread to the upper echelons.  Regardless of the change of leadership, it will have little impact on the people at the bottom.  They clamored up there all day long, clamoring for reforms.  But the thunder has been loud and the rain has been light, so far.  It's just a slogan.  ??At least, all the means of production and means of living.  All are in the hands of the state.  The herdsmen herd cattle and sheep every day, but if they want to eat meat, they have to report it to everyone.  The chairman of a village is not qualified to approve it.  Two snow-white horses were walking side by side. The man on the horse was obviously blond and blue-eyed.  One of the people held a telescope in his hand and watched people speeding across the grassland.  "John, what are you looking at? It's not the first day here. I read it every day as soon as I go out. Do you want to tell everyone that we Sam people are here?" Another man was wearing a wicker straw hat with a sign on the side.  Grass ring.  "White, don't you think these natives are tired after riding horses and running around under the sun all day?" John took out the water bottle and took a sip happily. He stretched out his hand to wipe the water stains around his mouth.  "It's none of my business whether I'm tired or not!" White said angrily: "I'm just looking for trouble for myself. I'm like a Western cowboy. I have to volunteer and train new recruits." "Man, this is the task of the military department.  " John sneered: "Let's train the cavalry? I'm sorry, my butt still hurts. It was blistered in the past two days." "I thought you were an iron man."  A hint of pleasure.  People are like this. When they are unlucky, they blame others.  And seeing that others are in similar situations to myself,?And I felt a lot better.  "I'm not an iron man!" John said seriously: "Brother, we don't have to listen to what the military says. As members of the CIA, we can do whatever the superiors tell us to do." "When we are not in personal danger, we can do whatever we want.  We have to complete the task assigned to us to the letter." "As he said, he took another sip of water: "This weather is bad, I swear, I will never come to this damn place again. By the way, Mongolian girls have big butts."  "It's great!" "Isn't the one you just came here with a belly? What happened next?" White suddenly became jealous: "I'm going to change her. This fucking woman can't let go at all."  "I don't want to leave any seeds here," John shrugged: "Run faster, Mr. Ambassador is coming to inspect. Well, their president and prime minister are coming to parade." "Military parade?"  He slapped the horse's butt: "These natives are so funny. The whole country has gathered a company of soldiers and horses. Grandma, it's been half a year, and now I pee when I go out!" "Take your time, man," John sighed: "Isn't that right?  Is there something wrong with the company commander we chose? Can't he develop such a simple living habit? " "Do you want to replace him?" White glanced at him, but no one saw his eyes: "The entire company has been here.  After a few days of study, you want to replace an illiterate as the commander? " "What did you say?" John obviously speeded up the horse, but the wind was blowing and he couldn't hear clearly.  "I said" I didn't finish my words.  He fell off the horse: "Oh, damn it. Help me!" "Fuck! Huh!" John jumped off the horse nimbly: "Brother, how are you? Damn it. Fortunately, the horse didn't continue running, otherwise  You're dead!" He hurried back and helped White up: "Is the bone broken? Can you still walk?" "No, man, slow down, that's it, great, jump on one foot.  . By the way, tap this foot gently on the ground, slow down, okay! " Fortunately, it only scratched the skin a little and didn't hurt the bones.  ¡°It has to be said that the people of the CIA conducted a series of devilish training when they first joined.  It still works.  If you don¡¯t exercise regularly, you may break your bones if you fall off a horse.  After this episode, the two of them became obviously more cautious and slowly walked towards a new military camp in the northeast of Ulaanbaatar.  Mongolia is indeed too poor.  Electric fans are used all over China and have become a luxury here in summer.  Even in government agencies, few people pretend to do this.  It¡¯s not that I can¡¯t afford it, it¡¯s that I can¡¯t use it.  ??Except for pastures in Mongolia.  Resources are poor and coal resources are limited.  In the summer, you need to cook, and in the winter, you have to burn the kang.  There are one or two thermal power plants across the country, but power is quite tight.  However, there is still a fan in the President's Office, but it has been removed a long time ago and replaced with an air conditioner for more than a year.  Sam Ambassador to Mongolia Lefort¡¯s gray eyes stared at the words ¡°Made, in, China¡± on the air conditioner case, and he was in a daze for a moment.  As for Chinese characters, he doesn¡¯t know them.  Those difficult words, I learned the simplest one in college earlier, it seems to be read one or something, anyway, it is a straight horizontal line.  It is no exaggeration to say that the revolution in Mongolia last year was started under his instigation.  His original intention was to make the Soviet Russians and Chinese people panic.  I didn¡¯t expect that the Mongols are so different, why don¡¯t they start a fight?  Wasn't the Yellow Peril started by their ancestors?  Where did that energy go?  Seeing the president coming out of the room, Lefort's face was filled with a smile again: "My friend, is our country going to improve the mobile phone or something? It is very convenient to answer the phone." "Mobile phone?" Ochierbart originally said  I thought he was making fun of me for answering a woman's phone call, so I felt relieved: "That thing needs electricity, right? Maybe our power supply is tight." As he spoke, he kept shaking his head.  "Well, it needs electricity." Lefort's gray eyes rolled: "But, it uses batteries." He patted his head, didn't he need to charge his phone when it ran out of battery?  Just pretend I didn't say it.  Not long after, their car drove onto the street.  Looking at Sukhbaatar Square, Lefort felt upset for no reason.  It is obvious that the style of the entire square is completely based on the square in the country in the south, except that the Monument to the People's Heroes was replaced by this horse-riding Sukhbaatar.  Don¡¯t you Mongolians regard him as a hero?  Wasn't he the one who led you to drive away the Chinese?  Why should we still follow China¡¯s recommendations??Style to design?  Several times, he wanted to ask, but held back.  When this square was being built, I guess the president next to me was just a kid and he didn¡¯t know a thing.  Originally, the training camp for recruits was on a shady hillside.  But John, the military attache of the embassy, ??believes that as a qualified soldier, one should not be afraid of the scorching heat in summer and the severe cold in winter.  Such a person is not worthy of being a soldier at all.  The afternoon sun makes people feel listless.  Even the arrival of Ambassador Sam and the President of Mongolia did not bring much spirit to the recruits.  The ones who look most like soldiers are their trainers, Major John and Lieutenant White.  "How are you doing, Ambassador?" Ochierbat looked at the soldiers in front of him and couldn't help but feel proud.  In Mongolia, which has a weak military, if you have a gun in your hand, you can speak louder.  Lefort didn¡¯t know how to answer. Should he tell him that these soldiers didn¡¯t even have a basic formation?  "Mr. Watt," John stepped out and saluted: "To be honest, White and I have tried our best. These recruits are fucking dumber than donkeys." "Here, take a look, our lieutenant is teaching today.  They were so angry that they were ready to demonstrate shooting on horseback. You know, we don't know how to ride a horse. " "How is it?" Lefort became nervous: "Do you need to go to the hospital?" "Thank you, Mr. Watt.  "Concern!" White limped up: "We are proud and brave Sam people, this little injury doesn't matter." On the other side, Ochierbat's eyes were red, and he turned his head and said.  : "Friends, I want to apply for a direct flight from Ulaanbaatar to your west coast." "That way, weapons can be transported by air!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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