Falkenhausen quickly walked down the stairs, and the upright guards standing around him clicked their heels and saluted.
As usual, the person who accompanied him to see the Generalissimo was Horst Barensbanger. As usual, he did not accompany the general this time.
Because they all knew that this was the second time the general went to ask for Zhang Sixing, hoping to "recruit" him to the advisory board.
Looking at the look on the general's face, Captain Horst Barensbanger knew that the matter was done. He opened the car door with excitement, and when the general got in the car, he still asked excitedly,
"Well, it's done."
"Um"
The cautious Falkenhausen didn't say anything more, lowered his head and got into the car.
When the general sat down, Colonel Horst Ballenster asked excitedly,
"Why did he nod so happily this time?"
"It's because Gordon, the commander of the Chengguo Merchant Group, fell into the hands of that guy, and he almost wiped out the Wanguo Merchant Group in the concession, robbed the Wanguo Merchant Group's warehouse, and then rushed out of Shanghai."
"ah"
Colonel Horst Barensbanger's eyes widened, but then he laughed.
"He really dares to do it...I heard that guy has such a temper. Who told them to block that guy's escape."
"Hmph, that bastard...he tied the commander of the merchant group to the barrel of a tank..."
When he said this, General Falkenhausen shook his head. When he cursed, he shook his head slightly but there were obvious smile lines at the corners of his mouth.
"Such a bastard cannot be left outside the military system, but he is a German, so... our military advisory group has a directly administered airborne school, and you will be the principal..."
"I"
Colonel Horst, who was always serious, widened his eyes and asked in surprise,
"I am the principal...it's...hard to imagine that guy would listen to others, if..."
His surprise made Falkenhausen glance at him, how could he, a colonel, be worried about a major? But then he thought about that bastard's reputation in the German army, and swallowed the following words.
Because that guy doesn't listen to anyone and is almost a lawless guy in the army.
However, the army respects the strong. Any general who has such a capable subordinate will save himself a few sleepless nights.
"The school's funds and supplies..."
This time Falkenhausen finally spoke,
"You make a plan as soon as possible, and we have to send people to find him and his men as soon as possible. His current men will be the first batch of students. You know the kind of person he is."
Zhang Sixing is the kind of person who will never give up on his men. Of course, no matter how dangerous the battlefield is so far, it has not been able to stop him from taking everyone with him when he retreats.
"I know this. This guy is a soldier who has already prepared his retreat when he goes to the battlefield."
Agreeing with the general's words, Colonel Horst asked in confusion,
"General, I don't understand how he does it. How can he do it in every battle..."
"You'd better stop thinking about these things and get your things done quickly. Besides, you don't have to go to school often..."
After hearing what General Falkenhausen said, Colonel Horst replied,
"Understood, I won't go if nothing happens. My position is basically a supply officer with the empty title of principal... No, I can't even be a supply officer... God, China's supply officers must be careful, otherwise..."
"Hmph, if he can't even get supplies, then he shouldn't be the principal."
It seems that fighting wits with the Chairman is a very tiring thing. After muttering something, General Falkenhausen closed his eyes and leaned his head on the backrest to fall asleep.
Knowing that he had not had much rest in the past few days, Colonel Horst did not dare to speak anymore, and stared outside in trance.
But they didn't know that they were not the only ones who saw the value of Zhang Sixing, there were already people who wanted to take advantage of him first.
November 1, 1937, five o'clock in the afternoon.
The sun has taken away its last ray of light and the sky is getting dark. This place has left the southern suburbs of Shanghai. There are not many people here, not only because of the ignition, but also because no matter how much the economy of the Republic of China is glossed over, the theme is still the decline of people's livelihood.
There were a large number of cars and tanks hidden in the woods. Before leaving the Shanghai market, under the leadership of Gordon, Zhang Sixing led the troops to loot the warehouse of the Wanguo Merchant Group. It was not that the vehicles could not be loaded, but they originally did not want to leave anything for them.
However, Zhang Sixing said that this was just a lesson to the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau, and there would be plenty of time to settle accounts with them later.
Zhang Sixing, who was good at catching up on sleep at any time on the battlefield, found this small forest and completed his disguise. He asked Cao Zijin to set up sentries far and near, while he himself fell asleep.
It's not that he took the retreat lightly, but when he came out, there was a letter in the blue-flowered bundle delivered by Guo Liangjun's daughter Guo Simin.
After Yan Ming left the Shanghai market, he asked Lu Feizhang to find someone to contact them, and then someone would naturally take them to a safe place.
Zhang Sixing was not worried about Guo Liangjun's side about mobilizing the masses. The reason why he robbed the warehouse of the Wanguo Merchant Group was because he knew that the people there were short of weapons and ammunition, so he prepared a meeting gift.
Qing Yishui Li Enfield rifle, Vickers heavy machine gun, Czech light machine gun. Fortunately, we have the car of the International Merchant Group, otherwise we really don’t know how to transport those weapons.
"Sir, wake up... wake up..."
Zhang Sixing, who was sleeping peacefully with nothing in mind, was woken up by someone. He opened his eyes in a daze and saw the dark sky. He rubbed his eyes and glanced at his large luminous watch before turning over and sitting up.
"What's wrong, Lu Feizhang is back?"
"No, something happened."
Cao Zijin, who came to call him, sounded a little sluggish no matter how he sounded. It looked like it was really a big deal. He touched the cigarette, lit it and took a deep breath. Zhang Sixing asked,
"Why, your men don't want to follow us?"
When Cao Zijin heard Zhang Sixing's inquiry, he lowered his head with a look of frustration.
"It's okay. I can't keep those who want to leave. How many people are there besides you?"
"For more than 300 people, there are people who want to go home and people who want to return to the team. No matter what I say, I can't stop them."
While speaking, Cao Zijin lowered his head and cursed those who were leaving for their lack of foresight. After learning about Zhang Sixing's origins from several foreigners, he was already determined to follow Zhang Sixing.
Of course, the premise is that as a soldier, he can fight Japanese soldiers, so it is only right to follow a commander who can fight.
Compared with his subordinates, the family soldiers camp did not have this problem. As long as the old smoker Li Youtian followed Zhang Sixing, the rest did not consider it at all.
The discipline of Lao Ba's side was stricter than that of the Central Army. Everyone except those who were resting were discussing and summarizing the results of this battle.
It's a pity that his own men and the gang snatched the people back from the prisoner-of-war camp.
Seeing the look on Cao Zijin's face, Zhang Sixing flicked the cigarette ashes. Regarding the troops that were about to be disbanded, Zhang Sixing just looked indifferent.