The rebellion of Indian soldiers was quelled and the Chinese team made its debut in front of the world for the first time, but its reputation was not very good. Although it suppressed the rebellion of Indian soldiers, it also plundered a lot of money and supplies, giving people a reputation of greed and warlikeness.

After Wang Maoru learned about it, he just smiled. Greedy and warlike are better than cowardice. So what if we Chinese are greedy? We are not cows, let you control them.

The act of helping the British quell the riots gave the Beiyang government a shame. President Feng Guozhang immediately awarded Wang Maoru a first-class honorary medal, waiting for Wang Maoru to return to China to issue it.

In Singapore, the Fourth Division snatched a lot of money, and each of them had money in their pockets. For any statement, it was just for the sake of making any statement. Zang Hao didn't know that the money they had in their hands was British pounds, and each of them had several thousand pounds in their pockets, and they all became rich. Because Lao Xiao gave all his money to Lin Rou, everyone thought he was pitiful, and everyone divided it, and Lao Xiao also got two thousand pounds. It was just a pain in the local area, and was robbed by Indian soldiers. After the Indian soldiers were suppressed, the money was gone. Some were captured in the middle of the night and robbed, which could only be counted on the heads of Indian soldiers. As for the truth, it would be sank to the sea.

After the people below plundered the local area, they got Wang Maoru a sack of money, all of which were pounds. Wang Maoru asked his subordinates to count it for a moment. He shook his head and laughed dryly. Money is really a good thing, but so much money, are there more subordinates? It is hard to say whether the soldiers are plundering, but if they don’t plunder, why should these soldiers go overseas to fight? Wang Maoru called Gong Xiaoqi and asked the soldiers below how much they earned? Gong Xiaoqi said: "These grandsons have the least hundreds of dollars in their pockets, and the most thousands of dollars are. By the way, Xiushuai, we have also made a lot of gold and antiques hidden in the cabin. What should we do if these things are?"

"There was no response from the local points?" Wang Maoru asked.

Gong Xiaoqi smiled and said, "No, no one dares to respond in a mess? Besides, what we robbed is the money of the locals. The British are unwilling to care about it."

Wang Maoru thought about it and still divided the 200,000 pounds into two, and gave it to the Japanese Task Force 100,000 pounds for hard work. He hoped that everyone would work hard in the future.

The Japanese side had long known about the robbery after the Chinese team was disembarked. The Japanese wanted to get off the boat and robbed it, and they were already dissatisfied. Who would have thought that the Chinese were so greedy? He robbed so much money? Wang Maoru's 100,000 pounds came in time, and the Japanese felt a little balanced. They even said that it was a good thing that they would know to separate some of them.

Takasaburo Oguri, commander of the First Task Force, praised: "Hidematsu, you are so kind, you are so kind, we, China and Japan, work friendly." Because the Chinese robbed the British guns, ammunition and cannon shells, they had to be transported to the ship for packing and taking them away, so it took two days to be delayed here, and the soldiers took turns to rest.

Zang Hao led everyone in their class with excitement. Wang Maoru said: "Yes, was it the 160,000 pounds you robbed?"

Zang Hao and others shouted: "Be loyal to Xiushuai!"

"Come on, what are your names?" Wang Maoru asked.

"Zang Hao!" "Xiao Fuquan!" "Long Ergou!" "Let's bench!" "Geng Ming!" "Shu Facai!" "Fang Chunsheng!" "Huang Renkun!" "Diao Delong!" "Li Erpao!" several people shouted in turn.

"Who discovered it first?" Wang Maoru asked again.

"Shu Facai." Zang Hao said, "Xiu Shuai, you will know this name. This old guy has gone to the point of money."

Old Shu hurriedly said, "Report Xiushuai, my talent is not a wealthy one, but a talented scholar. My father said, I will be a scholar in the future, this talent." Shu Facai's father has seen the most knowledgeable person in his life. He is the scholar in their village. This scholar is regarded as a western ceremonial by the landlord. He drinks a small wine and sings a song. He is very flirting with the young wives and women in the village. It makes Shu Facai's father envious and jealous, so he named his son, which means I am a scholar's father. After hearing the origin of his name, everyone laughed loudly. Wang Maoru couldn't stop smiling and said, "Then why don't you study hard?"

Lao Shu said depressedly: "I feel dizzy when I read the words."

Wang Maoru looked around and asked again: "I heard that you have a Hunjianglong here? A man with excellent water quality appeared in a group of land ducks. Who is it?"

Long Ergou stood beside Zang Hao, but was pushed by Zang Hao and staggered out. Wang Maoru asked, "Are you Hunjiang Long? How long can you dive underwater?" Long Ergou said embarrassedly: "I can dive for more than six minutes, less than a stick of incense."

"Is it true that Li Jun, the Mianjiang Long, can lurk in the water for three days and three nights?" Wang Maoru asked.

Long Ergou hurriedly said, "My father was diving a little longer than me when he was young, and he couldn't spend more than one stick of incense. I don't know if the people in Water Margin are real. Maybe they are really capable, so we are not as good as him."

Wang Maoru laughed and said, "Fake it, all the novels are fake. You are the real skill, a good young man." He looked at the squad leader Zang Hao again and said, "The class you are leading is good, good, I will give your class an exclusive name. Your class is Iron Hammer, Iron Hammer Class!" He ordered Ma Liang: "Find a tattoo master. Anyone who enters their Iron Hammer Class will tattoo iron hammers on their left arm. Those who are not Iron Hammer Class are not allowed to stab this tattoo."

"Tattoo?" Ma Liang was stunned.

"Yes, if a soldier doesn't have a tattoo, how can it be seen that he has joined the army?" Wang Maoru said with a smile.

Zang Hao and others looked at each other and felt a little novel. They had never heard of having to tattoo them. Later, the tattoo of the iron hammer became a unique memory of this elite group and also the identity of the King of War.

Because Wang Maoru "divided the spoils" to the Japanese side in time, both China and Japan were very satisfied. The First Task Force continued to sail westward, crossed the Strait of Malacca, entered the Bay of Bengal, and stopped in India to replenish supplies, crossed the Indian Ocean, and headed straight for the Gulf of Aden.

At this time, at Heilongjiang Provincial No. 1 Middle School, 11th-year student Feng Yinbin walked into the classroom slowly with his schoolbag on his back. On the first day of the new semester, he was not late or leave early. He rushed into the classroom. However, although he was stepping on time, he found that he seemed to be the only one in the classroom. Feng Yinbin smiled and walked to his seat and sat down.

The ringtone rang, and a gentleman with a slightly gray hair and a mixed trimming walked into the No. 1 Middle School. No one dared to speak. The teacher glanced at everyone and said, "Hello everyone, I am your Chinese teacher. My surname is Liao. Liao Hua, who has no general in Shu, is the pioneer. My name is Liao Kaiqing, a native of Hunan. The first lesson I will tell you today is Confucius' Analects of Confucius. "Teacher Liao talked about it. He started with a story of Confucius' Analects of Confucius. He started with no story. It was vivid and vivid, and attracted the attention of all students. Feng Yinbin nodded while remembering it. He also admired the talent of this gentleman very much. In a class forty-five minutes, when the old man who was ringing the bell outside walked out with a triangle iron, the students were unaware of it. It was not until he rang the bell that the students took a breath. Forty-five minutes seemed to pass in an instant.

After class, the students walked to Teacher Liao and asked him about his knowledge. Liao Xian was kind in his attitude, a long voice, and a thorough explanation, which was very popular among the students.

Seeing Teacher Liao leave the classroom, a classmate named Zhou Zuodong sat next to Feng Yinbin and said, "Feng Sheng, how did you spend the holiday? Isn't your family in Zhili? Go back to your hometown?"

Feng Yinbin's pseudonym is Feng Sheng, a native of Hejian, Zhili. His parents died and he was adopted by his uncle. His aunt was mean to him. Then his uncle sent him to Qiqihar to study alone. With this fake identity, Feng Yinbin was ordered to sneak into the provincial public No. 1 Middle School to study in the eleventh grade, and investigated whether there were party interventions and various ideological interventions in the school. At the same time, he monitored teachers and classmates, and did not allow anyone to use young people to incite subversion of the government and oppose Xiushuai's rule.

At this time, the new semester was about to start, and some students came and left. Zhou Zuodong is the son of a small landlord family and likes to chat and make friends. Feng Yinbin is not a person who likes to talk, but becomes a good friend to Zhou Zuodong. Feng Yinbin smiled and said, "Helping the uncle's family can be considered as having relatives spend the New Year together."

Zhou Zuodong patted Feng Yinbin on the shoulder and comforted him, "Forget it, don't you still have my friend?" Feng Yinbin smiled bitterly twice, and Zhou Zuodong asked, "Have you found a place to live?"

Feng Yinbin said: "I paid the rent for the house I rented. I paid for one and a half years. I won't have to worry about it before graduating from high school."

"Hey, you can live with me." Zhou Zuodong said generously. The children of the landlords' family are different, but this person is not bad-hearted. He is as loyal as all Northeastern people. He dares to take on things that are not accurate, but he may not be able to do it. Feng Yinbin smiled and said he knew.

"Well, and Brother Dongzi, as a friend, I have to advise you. If you get the last place and you are persuaded to transfer, don't take it lightly. Last year you were almost there." Feng Yinbin said seriously. Due to the implementation of the last-place elimination system, the students in school had to focus more on their studies. Feng Yinbin's grades were average, but Zhou Zuodong was the last score of the crane. Last year, Zhou Zuodong was the second-last in the class and was almost persuaded to transfer to other schools.

Zhou Zuodong laughed dryly and said, "Okay, good medicine is good for diseases. I remember your concern. Let's have some food to drink tonight?"

Feng Yinbin shook his head and smiled bitterly: "You are still like this, you can't do this anymore Brother Dongzi."

"Call me brother, I have to take care of you. It's okay, it's okay this year." Zhou Zuodong said in his ear, "I've asked about the students I transferred this year, but none of them are good. They used to study in private schools and say that the Chinese exam is OK, but what about other things? I don't believe in mathematics, science, and foreign languages. They can be better than me." rs

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