Everyone Knows I’m a Good Man

The graduation of the first batch of students from Chang'an Military Academy was not only of concern to them, but also to other forces.

When this school was established, it was just a small force, so the major forces sent people there to find out the details of the people behind it.

The result is seven years.

After seven years of investigation, not even a single feather was found.

It happened that the spies who were randomly sent out to do underground work were all trained to be masters of external stations.

When the school was first established, the Chang'an Military Academy preached that all students should be taught uniformly and attentively regardless of origin, and this was actually true.

He really taught all his students to be perfect warriors who could adapt perfectly both behind the scenes and in front of the scenes.

In the past seven years, although they claim to have not graduated yet, this group of students has been taken out for many appearances.

There has never been a year in the past seven years without fighting, either with one's own people or with foreigners. Occasionally, Ji Changze would collect money to bring reinforcements from students in order to train students (to supplement family income).

As long as those who are being beaten are not members of your own family and the money is enough, your all-purpose reinforcements from Chang'an Military Academy will be here as soon as possible.

Others nicknamed this group of students Black Emblem.

The reason why it is called this is that this group of students had a problem when they went out to fight. Their weapons were all sprinkled with black paint. When the enemy was hit, black marks would be left on the wounds on their bodies.

When it was over and the battlefield started to be cleaned up, there would be special soldiers to count how many enemies had black paint on them. At that time, depending on the number of people, the people from the mercenary military academy would have to pay an extra amount.

In addition, the students of Chang'an Military Academy will also wear badges representing students. Although the badges are silver-white and not black, don't call this thing, it will become a black badge when you scream.

Ji Changze didn't mind, he thought it was quite respectable to call him that.

Anyway, Chang'an Military Academy has successfully cultivated a group of terrifying students in seven years. Don't worry, many of these students were sent by other forces. Aren't there still a bunch of ordinary students left?

In addition, he has made various weapons and sold them in the past seven years, and he has abundant resources, which can be said to be a fat soldier and a strong horse.

Now, Ji Changze no longer needs to be mysterious, and those who know his true identity no longer dare to provoke him.

However, because he is a low-key person, he never takes the initiative to show force to others. After all, these days are very chaotic, but there are many people who play the trick of robbing. Ji Changze is a law-abiding and good citizen. How can he be embarrassed if others don't robbing him? To rob someone else?

Of course, he would definitely not admit that he deliberately pretended to be a pig and a tiger, waiting to be cheated.

So how can we call it a crime to take advantage of others? That's called self-defense.

In the eyes of many ordinary people, Chang'an Military Academy is still an ordinary military academy. The only unusual thing is that as long as the age and physical fitness are qualified, this school will accept them.

And it also includes distribution, dear.

Ever since, the old students left and new students came.

The new students were very excited and full of longing for the future. They had no idea that their seniors were the talents that all the major forces were vying for.

Ji Changze was upright and upright in class. He never played the trick of "you are a graduate of our school and you must work for our school." He taught how to teach anyway. Of course, he wanted to stuff the words "patriotism" into the students' minds, and other needs The talent forces themselves are Chinese, so naturally they don't mind this.

Isn’t it a pity to use such a good talent for others? Of course we have to grab it.

Anyway, Chang'an Military Academy has a clear attitude.

They are just a military academy, they don't have any fancy ideas.

If they really had that kind of intention, in seven years, they would have expanded their territory and recruited more people, and they would not only be working on their own "one-third of an acre".

Of course, others would not know that Ji Changze's "little territory" had long been dug like a rabbit hole.

After receiving the new students for a day, Ji Changze pushed past Mr. Xue Wu's office with familiarity, went to his sofa, and acted like a salted fish:

"Fifth Master, we have been setting up a trap for seven years, is it time to close it?"

Mr. Xue Wu, who was reading the newspaper: "?"

"What?"

Ji Changze: "Strengthen the country, have you forgotten? We promised to make the country strong."

Mr. Xue Wu: "...It's agreed, but what's your plan?"

"There's a fight between that side and that side. Isn't this the wealth I've worked hard to save for seven years? Now it's time to put it to use."

Mr. Xue Wu: "..."

He looked at Ji Changze, whose cheeks were flushed from drinking the Xinsheng wine, and felt that this kid was probably too drunk and was acting erratic.

To strengthen a country, does that mean that a strong country can make a strong country?

Hey, although this kid is almost sixteen years old, he is still too young after all.

****

"Bang bang bang——"

The sound of a wooden warehouse sounded in an alley. As soon as the surrounding residents heard the sound, they reacted quickly and immediately ran around with their belongings.

The more skillful their escape movements are, the more they prove the bitterness this world places on ordinary people.

A man in dusty clothes crawled out of the alley with an injured leg, but he was injured, how could he avoid the pursuers behind him.

"It's your honor to serve my lord. Since you are so ignorant, then go down there and be your Chinese."

A voice sounded leisurely, and a pair of shiny riding boots stained with blood appeared along with the voice.

The person who said this, Mucang, turned his hand and put it back to his waist. He then pulled out a dagger and looked at the man on the ground who had lost his fighting ability with murderous intent in his eyes.

Just as he was about to step forward, a man quickly came up and stopped him: "Captain, it's best to capture him alive from above."

"What should we do?"

This man looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, with single eyelids and fox eyes. His complexion was a bit too pale because he had not been exposed to the sun for a long time. He had a bright smile at the moment, his fox eyes narrowed in a smile, and he spoke in a pleasant voice.

"He soiled my boots. If he doesn't die, who will pay for my boots?"

The dagger made a deflection in his hand, and he turned to the person who was blocking him. He discussed it angrily: "Otherwise, I will kill you, the deputy captain. After you die for him, we will capture him alive and bring him back to you." How is it up there?”

The deputy captain broke into a cold sweat and said, "Yes! Captain! He deserves to die! Just do it!"

The injured man on the ground sneered when he saw this: "Oh, dog bites dog."

The fox-eyed man smiled brightly and stepped on his injured area. Seeing the other person swallowing his screams with a pale face, his smile became even sweeter: "Dogs can not only bite dogs, but also kill people."

After saying that, he leaned forward suddenly and plunged the sharp dagger into the opponent's heart.

Three minutes later, he stood up, took out his handkerchief and wiped his blood-stained hands, raised his eyebrows at the corpse on the ground, and asked the group of people standing behind him: "Do you know what to say when you go back?"

"Yes, yes, this man resisted fiercely and was killed during the pursuit."

The fox glanced at the speaker and raised the corners of his mouth: "Yes, you are very sensible. From now on, you are the vice-captain."

The man was just excited for a second, then suddenly woke up and looked at the original deputy team hesitantly.

As expected, the deputy captain's face turned livid and he said, "Captain, I was appointed by Mr. Nakagi. You can't..."

--boom!

Following the Mucang sound, he fell down with disbelief in his eyes.

Fox Eyes wiped the wooden warehouse and put it away, walked to the body of the deputy, wiped his boots with his clothes, and said lightly: "The deputy died heroically during the pursuit, give him a good burial."

"As for that person, the old rule is to send him to a mass grave and throw him away."

Everyone was silent. When the captain glanced at them one by one, they all nodded in agreement and did not dare to say another word.

After they left and the bodies were carried away, across the alley, someone came out of hiding with tears in their eyes.

Someone advised him: "Don't be sad. It's better for Old Han to die like this than to be captured alive and tortured to death."

"I know."

"That person is Zhongmu's most famous adopted son? He is indeed ruthless and can kill his own people at will."

"Can you still expect a traitor to have any conscience? He has been raised by Zhongmu since he was a child. I am afraid he has long regarded himself as a person from a certain country."

"Let's go, we have to collect Lao Han's body tonight."

The heart-wrenching day passed, and at night, a few people carefully went to the mass graves, but no matter how they searched, they could not find the comrades who were thrown here during the day.

They went back dejectedly. When they arrived at the door, they found that the originally quiet gathering place was bustling with daily activity. They could still vaguely hear the cries inside. It sounded like the families of comrades who had died before.

what's the situation?

The nerves of several people suddenly became tense, and they carefully opened the door, only to see a familiar figure standing in the yard.

"Comrade Zhang?!"

Lao Zhang, who died three years ago, was being held by his wife and crying, and his eyes were red.

Looking inside the house, there are all the people who have sacrificed their lives. Their families are overjoyed and are pulling them to cry.

"W-what's going on??"

Several people were still immersed in grief, but now they can no longer grieve. They stand at the door with confused faces and don't know what the situation is now.

"You are back? Pack your things quickly, we will retreat to the base camp tonight."

When the leader saw a few people, he came over with joy on his face.

"Look at you, you are stupid, haha. I was shocked when I first learned about it. I really didn't expect that all our comrades who were caught [sacrifice] in the past few years have been saved."

What he said could no longer be heard by a young man who had just come in.

He stared straight at the middle-aged man who was striding this way with a smile on his face.

The other person stood upright and had a resolute face. When he saw him, he came over and hugged him.

"Good boy, grow up."

His face gradually resembled the last one he had seen four years ago.

"Son, daddy is going to the labor force to rescue people. They are all a group of kids your age. Just wait and I will rescue them. Then you will have someone to talk to. You are not allowed to bully others, you know? Okay, I'm leaving. ”

Then he never came back.

The uncle who went with him said that the labor camp was a trap. After his father found out, he was arrested in order to hold back the traitors. They watched him be killed by Mucang with their own eyes.

Tears flowed down the young man's face. In the past four years, he had dreamed of his last meeting with his father countless times. In the dream, his father was not dead and their family was still fine. But when he woke up, he could only wipe away his tears. , accept this reality.

And now, the dream has come true.

"Dad, dad...is it you, dad...are you not dead? Dad, is it really you?"

Listening to his trembling voice, the middle-aged man's nose felt sore. He let go of his hand and patted his son on the shoulder: "Dad, can you still be fake? I've heard what the leader said, you did a good job, why don't you kill me?" You’ve saved a lot of people, you’re worthy of me.”

"father--"

He was hugging his biological father and crying when he suddenly saw a familiar figure from the corner of his eye. He was so frightened that he immediately stiffened. He took out the wooden warehouse and pointed it at the fox's eyes over there.

"Eeeeeeeee!! We are our own people!!!"

Fox Eyes, that is, Wang Qiyi, was so frightened that he hid behind the pillar: "I said you are ungrateful. I saved your father, why are you trying to kill me?!"

That's right, he, Wang Qiyi, relied on his superb acting skills and the boss's wise leadership to sneak into the enemy and became the biggest enemy among them, Xiaotou.