? The chaos in Nanjing made Chen Zikun feel very bad. He was vaguely like he came to Beijing in the year of Gengzi. The Eight-Nation Alliance's entry into Beijing and the humiliating Xin Chou Treaty caused by the Gengzi Incident is still stuck around China's neck like a heavy shackle, and it is like a pile of greedy lees, sucking away the remaining blood from this body little by little.

Shuangxi seemed a little unwilling to give up and said in disappointment: "Master, don't you often say you are against imperialism? Now imperialism is right in front of you, why don't you take action? You are going to help them in turn."

Chen Zikun said: "If killing foreign expatriates can fight against imperialism, I will take you to kill them, but can it be? There are foreign gunboats parked in the Yangtze River. Why don't they go to fight? You will know that bullying unarmed women and children are sick and weak, and what a good man is."

Shuangxi thought for a while and said, "Our Jiangdong Army is a hero. If you don't do this, don't worry, let the brothers of the Northern Expedition Army go hard and relieve them."

Chen Zikun said: "They are relieved and comfortable, but who will the board hit in the end? Foreigners will retaliate, whether it is forceful interference or compensation, they will eventually fall on the people. So we must not only take care of this matter, but also take care of it to the end."

Shuangxi stopped talking, but looking at his stubborn eyes, I thought I hadn't understood what Chen Zikun said.

The convoy drove to the Dahua Hotel in the city, which was the temporary command center established by the Jiangdong Army. After Chen Zikun met with the troops, he immediately sent a military police team based on platoons to go to universities, hospitals, churches, consulates and other places with a large number of foreigners for protection.

The news soon came back. Most of the Westerners in Nanjing fled to the Shanghai Concession on a boat the day before yesterday, so there were not many casualties. Many empty houses were looted, curtains, carpets, chandeliers and the like were swept away. The British and Japanese consulates were attacked the most, and the British consulate couple disappeared. Japanese consulate Masahei Morioka was shot and escaped by chance. The American consulate was empty. It is said that the Consul Davis led a group of Westerners to go to Mobil Kerosene Company, probably to seek the protection of the warship.

Chen Zikun and US Consul Davis have always met each other, so they hurriedly sent Shuangxi to lead a squad of guards to Xiaguan for protection.

Xiaguan is located in the northwest corner of Nanjing City, close to the Yangtze River, with a wharf and a train station. It is an important transportation hub in Nanjing. Mobil Kerosene Company and British American Tobacco Company are located here. Shuangxi has never been to Nanjing before and can't tell the difference between the north and the south. He had to pull a local person as a guide and walk to a small hill. Suddenly, there was gunshot on it. Shuangxi listened with his ears for a while and said, "Big eyes and water are connected."

A soldier pointed to the mountain and said, "Look, someone is saying hello to us."

Shuangxi put his hands on the pergola and looked over, and saw someone on the roof of a villa waving the sheets at them, shouting, jumping and jumping.

"What are you shouting?" Shuangxi scratched her head.

"It's life-saving." said a lieutenant who knew English and learned to be a student.

"That's right." Shuangxi led the soldiers up the mountain and walked over carelessly. Just as a bullet flew over, Shuangxi felt her head confused and fell to the ground. The brothers immediately raised their guns to shoot. The dense rain of bullets made the trees where the soldiers were hiding everywhere. The door of the villa was open, and the people inside shouted. The soldiers took advantage of the suppression of the firepower of the soldiers and rushed to the villa with Shuangxi. As soon as they entered the door, the other party's machine gun fired.

Shuangxi was not dead. He was hit by a stray bullet in the steel helmet, but it just smashed a pit. As long as the angle was a little more straight, his head would turn into a rotten watermelon. The rivers and rivers came over and almost capsized in the gutter. But he was so angry that he snatched a Thompson, smashed the window glass with a butt, and swept the outside.

The foreigners in the villa were stunned. A middle-aged man asked in Mandarin with a strong Nanjing flavor: "Are you Jiangdong Army?"

Shuangxi said: "How do you know?"

The man shrugged and said, "The only Jiangdong Army is dressed in such an Americanized army in China."

No wonder foreigners admit their mistakes. Chen Zikun's guards wore military uniforms different from ordinary troops. The remaining supplies of the United States in the World War, the khaki military uniform canvas belt, Tony's steel helmet and leather boots, and the American guns on his back. From a distance, it looks like a team of American soldiers.

There are fifty-three Westerners hidden in this villa, including consulate diplomats, Mobil Kerosene Company and British American Tobacco staff, professors from Jinling University, church clergy and their families. The one who besieged the villa just now was a group of riot soldiers. After extorting money, they had to come in to rob. After being rejected, there was a gunfight between the two sides. Foreigners saw a small team of American soldiers passing by at the foot of the mountain and quickly called for help. This was what happened just now.

There were hundreds of riots surrounding the villa, and there was a tendency to gather more and more. The Russian water-making rifle was thumping, and the machine guns shot the villa door into a sieve. Fortunately, it was a solid brick and stone structure. If it were a Japanese-style wooden cardboard house, it would definitely cause great casualties.

Shuangxi was anxious. He only brought one squad of soldiers. Although the firepower of the portable machine gun was fierce, it could not resist the number of people on the other side. If the attack continued like this, the brothers had to turn in and shout outside, saying that they were from the Jiangdong National Revolutionary Army, but their language was not clear, and the rustic Nantai dialect and the Cantonese language like birds were not spoken at all.

Seeing that the bullets were getting fewer and fewer, the person sent out to request reinforcements was also killed by the roadside. Shuangxi was furious and shouted and scolded to tear the group to pieces. Suddenly, the foreigners gave him an idea to send a signal to the warships on the river and call for fire support.

Shuangxi agreed without thinking and led his subordinates to shoot, covering a foreigner climbing up the roof, and flashed in the direction of the Yangtze River with the signal light.

Ten minutes later, the warships anchored on the river began to shoot, and balls of smoke filled the air, shells whistled past, exploding around the villa, the earth was trembling, and the soldiers suddenly scattered, but the shelling continued, extending from this hill to the Xiaguan city, with thick smoke and flames everywhere.

"Hurry up and let them stop!" Shuangxi shouted.

But the gunboat seemed to be addicted to it, and the artillery continued. Soon, the artillery soldiers in the city began to fight back, and the artillery battle between the two sides took half an hour before gradually subsided.

Shuangxi was very angry and led the team to evacuate the villa regardless of the foreigners' requests. He ignored the lives and death of these ungrateful wolves.

...

The commander-in-chief of the Jiangdong Army and the commander of the Jiangyou Army on the Eastern Road of the Northern Expedition Army, Cheng Qian met in Nanjing. Faced with this old member of the Tongmeng and the revolutionary predecessor, Chen Zikun's attitude was very low, and Cheng Qian did not give in. After a simple greeting, he began to discuss the issue of riots and riots.

"Fortunately, I sent troops to protect schools, churches, hospitals and other places in time. Otherwise, I would not know how big the incident happened. The Northern Expedition has not been successful yet. Now the great powers are temporarily neutral. If they force them to Fengzhang and fight us, it will be a big trouble." Cheng Qian spoke in Hunan dialect and chatted and laughed.

The adjutant came in and reported: "Commander, arrested more than a dozen riots."

Cheng Qian waved his hand: "If you die, you will be shot if you catch it again. Don't ask me."

Chen Zikun said: "Commander Cheng is indeed a thunderous method. However, he still has to find out the incitement. I think this xenophobia is premeditated, otherwise how could he only steal foreigners and not violate the common people."

Cheng Qian said: "My brother is indeed wise, but... I am familiar with foreigners. When I explain in the future, I will just push the responsibility on the defeated soldiers of the Lu army and let them find Zhang Zongchang's bad luck."

Chen Zikun smiled and said, "I will save this naturally."

Cheng Qian said: "How many days do you plan to stay in Nanjing?"

"I'll go to Shanghai tomorrow, and there are still a lot of things waiting to be dealt with."

"Yes, the military is really busy. The Prime Minister said it well. The revolution has not been successful yet. Comrades still need to work hard. Let us work hard for the great cause of the Northern Expedition together!"

The two hands were held together and shook them hard.

...

Chen Zikun did not continue to stay in Nanjing, and took the guard to Shanghai on a special train. The group of refugees rescued on the road were beaten to death and were unwilling to leave him. Chen Dashuai simply did a good job and sent them all the way to Shanghai.

When the train arrived in Shanghai, the venue had been cleared in front of the train station, the drums and music were loud and the guard of honor stood straight, Bai Chongxi personally came to welcome Chen Zikun. The old brothers who had not seen each other for many years met again, and thousands of words were silent.

The headquarters of the Northern Expedition Army was located in Longhua, and cars needed to pass through the entire Shanghai and marched on Zhabei Street. The roadside was surrounded by teams of workers wearing canvas pants and red armbands. From time to time, a group of people surrounded the roadside and listened to loud speeches.

"The British and American warships bombarded Nanjing to take the opportunity to cause trouble, and to interfere with the revolution. We will never agree!" The speech was probably a student, with a loud and powerful voice, and the navy blue student pretending to be straight, which made Chen Zikun think of Zheng Zeru.

"The great powers killed and injured more than 7,000 soldiers and civilians in Nanjing! This is a great humiliation, this is a deep hatred for blood! Overthrow imperialism!" The students raised their arms and shouted, and the masses followed him, and the waves of anger came one after another, mixed with one or two gunshots.

"Zikun, how many people died in Nanjing?" Bai Chongxi asked.

"Blasting Xiaguan, killing 36 soldiers and civilians, and dozens of injured." Chen Zikun still looked at the revolutionary masses who were gradually moving away outside the car window.

"Taking the point of taking advantage of the situation, they want to put us on the fire," Bai Chongxi said meaningfully.

"Who are they? Who are we?" Chen Zikun was puzzled.

"They are from Wuhan, we are just you and my brothers, and Commander-in-Chief Jiang. He may have been waiting urgently at this moment, drive quickly." Bai Chongxi knocked on the driver's shoulder, the car accelerated, and the French sycamore on the roadside quickly flashed backwards.

Chen Zikun said worriedly: "The military and political affairs are not unified, and Wuhan's national civil affairs are controlled by outsiders and are constrained everywhere. What should I do?"

Bai Chongxi snorted coldly and said, "I can't bear it anymore, there is no need to bear it anymore. They abolish the Central Executive Committee, the Military Commission, and replace the Organization Minister. We have tolerated it. The villains deceived the rioters and plundered the foreigners, attempting to provoke a conflict between the Northern Expedition Army and the great powers, and we can bear it. But if they don't give up, don't blame us for being rude."

As he said that, he made a very neat gesture of cutting melons.

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Chapter completed!