Chapter 201 Happy House [ask for monthly ticket! ]

After all, only a few of the Northern State Army have the ability to bring their families here to settle down. Most of the 100,000 soldiers live here alone and are warriors with vigorous blood. Therefore, during each rest period, there is only one most urgent thing.

That is to show love.

That’s right, about 30 to 40 percent of the people coming and going in the military town are poor women who come from poor families, are lonely and homeless, and the men who leave the barracks are generous in helping them.

I just wish I could break my three legs apart so I can help more good girls, no matter how hard or tiring it is.

Happy Tower was the number one entertainment venue in the military town. It was not only a gathering place for scholars and literati, but also a gambling den, and even a haunt of the devil. It was truly a place where prostitution, gambling, and drugs all came together.

"My two officers, is this your first time in our restaurant? Are you in the lobby downstairs or in the private room upstairs? Just tell me what you want to eat or play."

As soon as Liang Yue and Shang Yunhai stepped in, a waiter from the store came up to them and greeted them warmly.

The space inside the Happy House is very large. On the first floor is a huge hall that can accommodate hundreds of tables of guests at the same time. It seems that it is just a place for eating. There is a big stage in the center, and there may be performances later.

The second and third floors are both circular hollow structures. From the private rooms surrounded by circles, you can also see the performances downstairs, and the view is better.

You have to go to the second floor to choose a woman to accompany you. The gambling dens are all on the third floor, and going up the floor, you can eat, drink, gamble, and have sex with the customers, and the little money in the customers' pockets is arranged very clearly.

The two sat down in the lobby on the first floor and took a look around without rushing into any action.

The people around seemed to be ordinary drinkers. There was no suspicious person, let alone the so-called spies and brokers. Did I have to go upstairs?
Just as they were looking around, a shouting sound suddenly came from the second floor.

Surrounded by several waiters from Happy House, a burly man in a military uniform grabbed a woman in red by the arm, dragged her downstairs and threw her to the ground.

"Sir, don't be angry." The guys kept admonishing.

But the big man was obviously very powerful and they couldn't stop him at all.

"Your Happy Tower is harboring criminals. Are you colluding with the enemy?" The big man pointed at the woman and asked angrily.

This commotion naturally attracted everyone's attention.

The woman collapsed to the ground, her clothes half covered, she looked helpless and lay on the ground not daring to resist at all.

"Sir!" another waiter said, "How could there be a martingale in our building? You must have misunderstood."

The big man snorted coldly and said, "I was transferred from the Liangzhou Military Town. I have been stationed in Shuangbei City for six years. How could I have mistaken Yang people?"

He lifted the woman's arm. There was a thin curved line on her wrist, which looked like some kind of tattoo.

"The Jiuyang Fire Snake tribe has been tattooing snake patterns on their members since they were young. If you are a woman from Jiuzhou, why do you have this tattoo?" he asked sternly.

"I..." The woman shrank back in fear, and kept trembling, "I don't know, I don't know..."

"General." A shopkeeper in the building came out and said, "This is a slave from the North that we bought. Even if she is from Yang people, she is still a slave who was sold. General, please don't bother with her."

"No!" the big man shouted, "In the land of Jiuzhou, all the Yang people should be killed! Especially in this military town, if they are Jiuyang spies, wouldn't it be easy for them to leak secrets?"

"I'm not..." The woman shook her head and begged for mercy.

The shopkeeper came forward and whispered, "General, you look like an important person. Our boss is sworn brother to General Lu Chong of the Northern Army's Leopard Cavalry Battalion. I wonder if you know him?"

"I just transferred to the Northern State Army, I don't know anyone!" The big man glared, "I only know how to kill people. If there is no problem with your store, then quickly deal with this person yourself, don't let me do it!"

"Alas." The shop owner secretly said bad luck.

Doing business in this military town, they naturally knew what was sensitive, and they certainly didn't dare to buy people from Jiuyang. I didn't expect that the people bought from the northern countries would be mixed with Yang people. The lines on the woman's hands were not conspicuous, and they hadn't noticed it before.

Now that he has been caught, he can only beat the woman to death himself, and the money he spent on buying her will be wasted.

He frowned and waved his hand, and one of the waiters understood and dragged the woman out to deal with her. There were many guests in the hall, so of course they couldn't kill anyone here.

The woman seemed to realize her fate and cried out in a shrill voice: "I'm really not! I'm not! Don't kill me..."

"stop!"

At this moment of life and death, a clear shout was heard nearby.

Two young soldiers came out, both of them were handsome and heroic, they were Liang Yue and Shang Yunhai. Liang Yue was the first to say, "This elder brother, it seems that you have misunderstood."

"Where did you come from, you young brat?" The big man rolled his eyes at him unhappily, "Do you mean I saw it wrong?"

"Of course not, but this woman shouldn't be a spy." Liang Yue stepped forward, lifted up the woman's wrist, and showed the tattoo again, saying, "The Fire Snake Tribe does tattoo snakes on its members from a young age, but as the children grow up, they will gradually expand the snake tattoo to complete it, rather than keeping it at this very small scale."

"So this tattoo should have been done when she was still young and she never had a chance to complete it. This means she must have left the tribe, and was most likely sold. Did Jiuyang send all the children who couldn't remember to be spies?"

Liang Yue put down her arm and continued to talk, "Besides, to put it simply, if it was a Nine-Yang spy, how could he possibly keep his tattoo? A spy from the Fire Snake Tribe would, of course, have to get rid of his tattoo before being sent out."

The big man was speechless for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "But she is also a gangster after all, and gangsters should die!"

"My dear brother, it is good that you have a heart of loyalty to the emperor and love your country, but you still need to be rational in your actions." Shang Yunhai advised calmly: "Among the Yang people, most are civilians. The nobles are warlike and greedy, but many of their civilians are just like us, the people of Kyushu, who just want to live in peace. Indiscriminate killing without distinguishing between good and evil will only deepen the hatred between the two countries and make the good people among the Yang people hate Yin country."

"Yes, if you have the heart to serve your country, you can practice hard to strengthen your body and go into battle to kill the enemy. Why do you have to bully a weak woman who is unable to resist here? Is this what a man of our Jiuzhou should do?" Liang Yue continued.

The big man looked a little embarrassed. He took a deep breath and then asked, "Who are you two? Are you here to defend the Yang people?"

"We are just newcomers who have just been transferred to the Fire Head Camp. We see injustice and speak out to give advice." Liang Yue replied.

"Humph!" The big man frowned again, "Two firemen? You dare to teach me a lesson?"

"Brother!" At this time, someone behind the two men spoke loudly, "These two brothers are just giving advice, how can it be called a lesson? Besides, our Yin country is a place of literature and etiquette. Although we are warriors, we must also understand the moral principles of the martial arts world and cannot bully others by taking advantage of our power. What they said before was reasonable. If you continue to insist, you will not be a hero."

Liang Yue looked back and saw that the man who stood up to speak did not look very old, about 30 years old, with a thin and handsome face and an upright temperament. He was also wearing a military robe and looked of high rank, because there was a brocade bag hanging around his waist, which was a tiger talisman bag awarded by the court to military generals.

This means that this person is at least a general, no matter how big or small his rank is, and he must have a group of soldiers under him.

The big man seemed to realize that this person was not ordinary, and immediately said sullenly: "Okay, I will teach you."

After saying this, he stopped drinking and turned around and walked out of Happy Building.

The woman was taken away by her own servants and her injuries were treated, and the situation finally calmed down.

"Thank you, General, for your words of advice." Liang Yue and the other man turned around and bowed to express their gratitude.

"You two are speaking up for justice, which is a chivalrous act. I am just following your example." The man extended his hand and invited, "If you don't mind, you two can come upstairs and sit with me and have a chat."

Liang Yue and the other man looked at each other, and neither of them refused, so they followed the man to the private room on the second floor.

During the conversation, I learned that this man's name was Wei Zhongzhou, and he was a cavalry general of the Northern Army. He had studied at Wu'an Hall and was considered a promising young figure in the army.

This man actually has the spirit of a chivalrous man. Even though Liang Yue and the other two are firemen on the surface, he is not arrogant at all.

"I just heard what Brother Shang said, and I was deeply touched." During the banquet, Wei Zhongzhou sighed and said, "It has been decades since the Northwest War, and the army is still full of fighting spirit, especially many young generals of my generation, who wish they could rush into Jiuyang and kill all the people there."

The conflict between the pro-war and pro-peace factions in the Yin Dynasty's army has always been fierce, and Liang Yue had heard of this when he was in the Imperial Capital Guard.

A group of veterans headed by Qi Kunlun, who once fought against Jiuyang for many years, are in favor of maintaining the current peaceful situation; and a group of newcomers who have emerged in recent years, many of whom did not participate in the war of the year, have all grown up witnessing the glory of their fathers, and are eager to make achievements and have been advocating taking the initiative to go to war.

"Yin and Yang are both large countries that occupy one continent. How can we easily kill each other? Even if we destroy Jiuyang and exterminate its people, how much will Yin have to pay?" Wei Zhongzhou sighed, "The battle between large countries depends on people's hearts. Only by implementing virtuous policies at home and showing saintly deeds abroad, so that the people of Jiuyang will all be loyal to Yin, can the war end. But many generals in the army don't care about this. They only care about their own military achievements. I don't know how much suffering the people will suffer once the war starts."

"At least there are generals like Brother Wei in the army who care about the people." Liang Yue agreed.

After having a long chat with Wei Zhongzhou, it was getting late, so the two of them left Happy Tower.

However, on the way back to the military camp, when they passed by Da Qiao's pancake stall, they saw a scene that surprised them greatly.

The line in front of me was so dense that a long dragon turned its head several times, blocking the entire street.

The people of Beizhou were unrestrained, and now they had a more concrete understanding. Previously, she advertised that her cakes were made with bath water, hoping to discourage customers, but now...

There are more people!

　Good morning.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)