Just as Zhang Sixing was talking to Lu Feizhang, someone suddenly interrupted,
"Mr. Zhang, your definition of traitor is too broad. If you say it like this..."
Frowning and turning his head, Zhang Sixing saw a fashionably dressed woman holding a book and a pen in her hand. When she looked at him, there was a hint of provocation in her eyes.
But Zhang Sixing had no time to pay attention to her at this moment. After all, everyone was still in danger. The dust explosion caused by flour in the Sixing Warehouse could not delay it for an hour or two at most.
"Let the officers watch the soldiers get into the car, and select the driver from the captured White Russians. Each car needs two drivers. Remember to watch the smarter ones, and kill the disobedient ones. Also, take that Ge
Tie Den to the barrel of the first tank."
"yes"
Although Lu Feizhang disagrees with some of Zhang Sixing's views, now is obviously not the time to discuss those matters.
As Lu Feizhang left, Zhang Sixing was ready to continue checking the preparations of the troops, but was stopped by the female reporter again.
"Mr. Zhang, I am Lu Yaxian, a reporter from Ta Kung Pao. Do you have time to answer a few questions for me? If possible, I would also like to give you an exclusive interview."
He squinted at Lu Yaxian from the corner of his eye. Not only was she dressed fashionably, but she was also wearing stockings and high heels. At first glance, she looked like a member of the so-called upper class at this time.
"No time"
He frowned and said stiffly, "Zhang Sixing is still busy, so there is no time to talk to her."
Unexpectedly, Lu Yaxian actually grabbed Zhang Sixing,
"I heard that you didn't behave like a gentleman at all when you came back from Germany."
"First of all, I worked part-time in Germany. I joined the army as a soldier. Even if I became an officer, I was promoted from the front line and never went to military school. So I am not a gentleman. And don't look at yourself. You can still be a war reporter...
…”
With a funny look on his face, Zhang Sixing shook off Lu Yaxian.
The upper class, the upper class in the concession is ridiculous and almost a shameful comprador class.
Perhaps from the perspective of a united front, it is a group of people who need to be united.
But Zhang Sixing is just a soldier and has no time to engage in politics.
I especially hate words like "war is a continuation of politics", which are just quotes from people who don't understand.
If you read the theory of war, and then expand your horizons a little, you will find that it is just a family talk.
Looking down at her dress, Lu Yaxian didn't feel there was anything wrong with her dress. Of course her family was rich, so... but that was not her fault.
As a daughter of a wealthy family, she was able to work without becoming a socialite. At this time in Shanghai, she was already a new young man with new ideas.
Tuk-tuk-tuk, her high heels squeaked on the asphalt road. She followed after a few steps and asked again,
"Mr. Zhang, you just asked your captive Mr. Gordon to be tied to the barrel of the tank..."
Zhang Sixing didn't have a good impression of reporters. On the Spanish battlefield, those reporters wearing steel helmets were often very difficult to deal with. But when it came to the commander of the merchant group from all over the world, Zhang Sixing asked,
"Did you take pictures of the explosives under the bridge?"
Looking back, Lu Yaxian really didn't bother to take pictures. Faced with such an aggressive question, her red lips were unable to answer. Zhang Sixing sneered, knowing how some people in the concession would view him, "eliminate"
The concession militia, the Wan Guo Merchant Group, killed the patrol captain.
An unreasonable officer led savage bandit-like subordinates.
Fortunately, Zhang Sixing is also considered a media tycoon. He has his own news organization. He does not believe that those news organizations with predetermined positions can block his mouth and prevent him from speaking.
"Look, journalism needs to be fair and conscientious without having to take a position, and I just have one question."
At this point, Zhang Sixing, who was about to climb onto the tank, stopped, turned around seriously and asked,
"Then answer me, facing a foreign militia who wants to block us across the garbage bridge, openly carry weapons in China, and assist the Japanese invaders in trying to eliminate the anti-Japanese troops, do I still want to invite him to tea? You go,
If you want to be executed publicly over there, it’s more worthy of an interview.”
After saying that, Zhang Sixing boarded the tank, and at this moment someone escorted Gordon over as ordered.
"You bastard, you want us to die in the hands of the Japanese, you really deserve to die..."
It was not the Chinese soldiers who were scolding people. In fact, compared to foreigners at this time, Chinese soldiers were always polite to foreigners.
This probably comes from traditional culture, but for Zhang Sixing, even if it comes from traditional culture, there must be something more than less than it is. The attitude that should be adopted towards foreigners is - when friends come, there is good wine, when when wolves come, there are shotguns.
is the correct behavior.
Gordon, who was being held in custody, had a slim face, blond hair and blue eyes, and was wearing a well-fitting military uniform. If he hadn't looked sad, he would have looked like a gentlemanly soldier.
"Don't blame me, don't blame me. It's the Ministry of Industry and Industry Bureau. They listened to the Japanese and said that if they don't block you on the other side of the river, they will march into the concession."
Zhang Sixing, who was on the tank, heard what he said and casually asked in standard Queen English,
"What about the Eighty-seventh Division? Why did you and the British detain them?"
"this……"
Glancing at Lu Yaxian next to the tank, he naturally recognized it and hesitated to say it directly. After all, this matter included some transactions between the Ministry of Industry, the Chinese Government, and the Japanese Army that cannot be known to the public.
You must know that the 87th Division disarmed at that time, which was an order from the Chinese government.
It's a pity that Xie Jinyuan, who wanted to be Yue Fei, could only accept such an order no matter how he didn't understand it. In the end, all the soldiers in the solitary camp were betrayed by the Bald Head Government and fell into the hands of the Japanese.
Whenever he thinks about this matter, Zhang Sixing becomes even more contemptuous of the bald government and the intelligence of the Chairman.
To everyone's surprise, it was Will and Robin from England who were escorting Gordon. Robin in particular touched Gordon with the bayonet on his rifle, glared and shouted in English,
"Sir, I'm asking you a question. Do you want to be bayoneted?"
Lu Yaxian on the side looked at all this in surprise. Gordon, an Englishman, was nothing like a British gentleman. Moreover, he spoke fluent Chinese and begged for mercy when he opened his mouth.
"Sir, sir, I... I was really forced by the Japanese... It was the decision made by the directors of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau after discussion, so I... I just carried out the order..."
Hearing what he said, Zhang Sixing took out his pistol and
"It's unjustifiable for you, a foreign militiaman, to carry out orders and prevent Chinese troops from withdrawing from the war..."
Seeing him pointing a gun at Gordon's head, Will and Robin took a step back.
Lu Yaxian, who was writing non-stop with a small notebook, was so frightened that she stopped writing and didn't even notice the small "click" sound of the pen slipping from her hand.