Wang Zhiyou has been having a very comfortable life these days and took advantage of the opportunity to leave office to make a big profit. All the official titles that can be sold were basically sold, and the total income of national currency, gold bars, silver dollars and other items was equivalent to about 34,000 yuan. Of which he could get an extra wealth of about 11,000 yuan. This money can be easily bought in Xinjing for a large mansion of hundreds of rooms. If the power thing is used to the extreme, it can really bring surprises. It was too late to wake up. If Morikawa's consultant hadn't done this explicitly, he wouldn't have thought that he would dare to sell his official position so much for money. Unfortunately, he was about to leave, and Wang Zhiyou couldn't help but feel sad.

In order to make money, he no longer considered a lot. Liu Zongyue, who had been suspected of passing the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces, came to seek an official position. He just hesitated for a moment and then collected the money and placed the appointment letter. If it were to be in normal times, he would have to investigate. Now, if something happened to Liu Zongyue, it would be the responsibility of the next commander. It's all my business!

The basic soldiers "selected" from the troops of the Third Military Control Region have arrived in Qiqihar one after another, and only a dozen of Heihe Provincial troops have not arrived yet. The more than 100 "most elite" national soldiers are the quotas that Wang Zhiyou hid, and they are going to Xinjing to take up their posts. How can they not have their own soldiers? Arrange them to take them out in the school, so they are naturally grateful to themselves. The fool will not do anything that can win people's hearts with just a few things. The head of the Xinjing Army Training School, Ikeda, has sent a telegram to urge Wang Zhiyou to take office. Wang Zhiyou decided not to wait for the delayed "bear soldiers" in Heihe Province, and ordered them to go on time from the Military Control Region Command at 8:00 a.m. the day after tomorrow.

While waiting for Wang Zhiyou to set off, Ma Qian'an not only constantly considers improving his plan, but also has to deal with the noise made by several Americans every day.

Stanter, Bolani, and even the red-haired translator Anderson are troublemakers. They always have many surprises and questions, and they need to answer them from time to time.

"Ah! How come you have so many Anglo horses?" Anderson refers to the tall Eastern war horses that can be seen everywhere in the Anbin Column. Now the Anbin Column and the Ninth Detachment are equipped with horses. The troops have greatly improved their mobility. Except for the more than 3,000 Japanese horses brought out from the Xiaoxinganling, most of them were stolen from the Yihede Army Horse Farm, and have basically formed combat power.

Anglo Horse? Ma Qian'an doesn't know why Anderson calls it that. Isn't this an Eastern Horse? As for whether the ancestor of the Eastern Horse was Anglo Horse, who would like to understand it?

"This is a Japanese horse I stolen."

"No, no! Don't lie to me, why do Japanese people do such a tall horse? Are they climbing up? You must have a secret that didn't tell me, are the British also in contact with you?" Anderson shook his red hair, like a flame jumping.

Anderson was a young American. Because Monroeism refused to participate in international affairs, Americans generally only focused on one acre of land in their own country and had almost no knowledge of what happened in other countries in the world. It was probably the first time that young people like Andrew went abroad. Apart from learning Chinese from Chinese Americans, he knew only about Japan, and he could not imagine that Japan would have Anglo Ocean Horse.

At this time, the average height of Japanese men was 159 meters. It was indeed a bit funny to ride on such a tall foreign horse. There was no disproportionate beauty. It was no wonder Anderson didn't believe it was a Japanese horse.

Although Ma Qian'an was not sure about the ins and outs of Japanese horses, he was unwilling to be embarrassed to not answer questions in front of Americans. He turned his head and whispered to Niu Yan who was following his left and right: "Go and invite Ximen Veterinary and ask him to answer the little American's question."

Ximen Veterinary is a veterinarian with higher education. There are no cows, horses, pigs and sheep in the world that he doesn’t know. Such professional problems are left to professionals to solve. Moreover... Ma Qian'an thought a little maliciously that old man Ximen loves to teach people the most, and there are Anderson’s sufferings, which makes you bother me.

Simon Veterinary, whose hands were covered with horse feces, soon appeared in front of the curious American, and enthusiastically grabbed Anderson's sleeve and pointed at it and explained. It was rare that someone finally asked this question. His knowledge was full of power. How dare he not talk about it?

There were no good horses in the Japanese archipelago. For a long time, only seven species of earthy horses, including Kiso horses and Miyako horses, were completely out of the needs of agricultural production and transportation. During the Meiji Restoration, Japan's national strength gradually strengthened and developed the thinking of plundering the world. Japan combined the engineering of improving horse breeds with political prosperity, economic development, and cultural origins. In 1877, Japan established the first horse breeding agency, Santian Breeding Farm, which marked the arrival of a new era of breeding of high-qualified horses. After the Meiji Restoration, the transplantation of a new generation of animal husbandry technology in Western Europe, especially the import of a large number of horses of different types, which shortened the gap between Japan and the nearby countries in horses. The physique and ability of the horses produced in Japan have greatly improved. The horse, known as the "Oriental Horse", has since entered the historical stage.

The standard height of a horse is 153 cm, weighs about 460 kilograms, and there is no burden of flesh. Therefore, the physical standards of Japanese cavalry used horses at that time were completely consistent with those in the West.

There are mainly the following types of Japanese military horses:

Arabian horses, native to the Arabian Peninsula, are famous for their graceful body shape and light movements. In addition, they are heat-resistant and durable. Taisho and Emperor Showa all ride Arabian horses. In public, they are all riding white Arabian horses during the military parade. The emperor's guard cavalry and carriage also use Arabian horses.

Anglo Arabian horses, the hybrid of Baspellene in southwestern France and the Arabian horses and purebred horses in Otepellene, are relatively purebred horses. As military horses, they are only used as mounts or messengers for commanders such as divisions and brigade commanders or commanders.

Angron Norman Horses, a mixed race between Norman Horses and purebred horses in Normandy, France. As military horses, they have a significant impact on Japanese domestic horses. Eighty percent of Japanese cavalry war horses use Angron Norman Horses.

Don hippos. After the Russo-Japanese War, some Don hippos were incorporated by the Japanese Army and joined the Japanese army. However, most of them were used to breed Japanese domestic horses, and the mixed-blood horses were not used by cavalry units. Instead, they were used by infantry, artillery, baggage and military police.

"Little guy, do you understand?" Ximen finally found Anderson's eyes shaking, and then reluctantly let go of Anderson's sleeves and muttered dissatisfiedly: "After talking so much, you can't applaud and express your appreciation? I've just stood for a while and couldn't do it? I'm still a soldier, so it's far from our Anti-Japanese United Army soldiers."

Anderson wasn't really tired. He had a cleanliness habit since childhood. He could not withstand the fact that Old Man Simon rubbed his arm and sleeves with horse manure. He was already very restrained and respected by the old man without screaming on the spot.

As for what the old man said, he didn't listen at all, but just kept struggling in his heart whether to speak out to remind the old man to let him go.

Ma Qian'an said proudly: "We have many professionals. The more professional your question is, our answers are as professional. I think you no longer need my answer to this question, right?"

"Oh God, I think I'm going to take a rest in the stream below." Anderson finally couldn't help but lose his rudeness, and ran down like a silence, regardless of everyone's surprise gaze.

It was time for lunch, and several Americans followed Ma Qian'an into the upcoming team to prepare to taste the normal food of the soldiers.

Bolani held up a knife and fork, looking at the transparent red pork belly pieces in the marching lunch box in front of him in embarrassment, and the chopsticks that were smooth and slippery like Italian powder, and he didn't dare to start.

"The pork stewed noodles are so good, eat it! Eat it! Today you have a good taste, the newly-fed big wild boar is three-fingered fat." Deputy squadron leader Yang Hong pointed to Bolani's lunch box generously and advised the guests to taste the Northeast special food. Don't eat such delicious food? What is this American thinking?

The pork is fresh, cut into large pieces of meat two inches long, one inch wide and one finger thick, with green onion, ginger, garlic, soy sauce, pepper and salt. The coarse vermicelli made of large potatoes unique to the Northeast were mixed together and stewed for an hour. This will take a few years ago to eat one or two pork stewed vermicelli a year, and that would be a fairy-like day.

"Sweet! So fragrant!" Yang Hong tried hard and persuaded in a vague manner: "Look at all those two Americans, they are so rude!"

Yang Hong stretched out his thumb at Bolani, then pointed the lunch box in Bolani's hand with his chin, and used the foreign language he had learned, and was very unhappy.

The seductive fragrance drifted with the wind, causing Bolani's throat to tighten and finally couldn't help protesting in her stomach. She firmly stretched the knife to a piece of fat meat in the rotten stew in the lunch box, and quickly put it into her mouth after it was forked...

Oh..., for a moment he remembered the taste of French foie gras sauce, which was really...so delicious!

Ma Qian'an kept looking at Borani coldly. Seeing that this guy finally gave up his resistance and finally tasted Chinese food, he smiled silently. Borani did not follow the customs when he entered the countryside. He would rather eat steamed buns and horse meat than eat Northeast stews. Today, he finally broke the precepts. These Americans have many odors and bad habits. If you don't believe in curing you, Chinese food is the best in the world. As long as you eat it, it will be easier. The more things you agree with in China, the more we can negotiate. Will the cooperation be smoother?

Bolani gradually changed from a small mouthful to a big mouthful of eating. The first step is gone, will the second step be far away?

Stanter did not have this psychological barrier. While eating, he paid attention to the soldiers around him. Inadvertently, his eyes fell on the cooking squad. Seeing that a soldier did not go to the big dish of pork stewed vermicelli, he took a piece of bacon and a few vegetables from the cook. He asked Ma Qian'an in curiosity.

"Ma, why don't he eat pork stewed vermicelli?"

Stante issued a strange dish name, which caused several soldiers around him to laugh a few times.

Ma Qian'an looked up and knew the soldier. He answered Stante casually: "Oh, he is a Hui Muslim, and he doesn't eat pork, and he can't even eat horse meat. We left him other meat dishes, usually beef, and we specially made a batch of canned beef for them."

"They? You have a lot of Hui people?"

"Not many, in addition to Hui people, there are many warriors of brotherly ethnic groups in our team, such as Lieutenant General Zhou Wei, the commander of the Second Route Army, who is a Bai people, and Chen Hanzhang, the commander of the Seventh Detachment, is a Manchu... Mongolians, Koreans, Oroqen, Daurs, He tribesmen, Russians, in short, we are a multi-ethnic anti-fascist team."
Chapter completed!