The only method He Shuguang could think of to deal with this group of guys who had long forgotten their military discipline was violence, so he waved the whip to make them do what he said, but when the whip was swung, it was caught by Shuo Yu.

A fair face that had not been tanned by the Yunnan sun smiled and said to him,

"Officer, please talk things over nicely instead of hitting people all the time."

He Shuguang was very angry that someone dared to do this to him, especially when the other person was someone who looked smaller than him. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull out his whip.

Shuo Yu glanced at the cannon fodder who were still in a daze, and waved to the fleeing soldiers who were still in a daze with his remaining hand.

"Why, do you still need an officer to invite you? Line up and I'll register you."

As if waking from a dream, Ayi was the first to stand up, followed by the second and third. Zhang Lixian sat behind the table they had brought in and looked at Shuoyu for a while. It was obvious that he also saw that Shuoyu was out of place. The most obvious difference was that at least the other scumbags were wearing tattered military uniforms, but Shuoyu was wearing an ordinary robe.

Milong, who was still lying comfortably in his hammock, was also pulled up by Shuoyu.

"What the hell are you doing? I'm not going. I'm not going to die! Let go of your grandpa--!"

But Milong, who was pulled into the team by Shuoyu, never returned.

But when he was registering, he cursed at Li Wula. I don't know if he remembered the past again.

"You shameless bastard! Your father named you to scold you! What a winning streak! You've made it so many old men in Northeast China can't even receive paper money during the New Year! You're a traitor to your father!"

His loud voice was stopped by Zhang Lixian many times, and the last time he was warned by Shuo Yu who covered his mouth, and he could no longer shout.