Liu Zhihui felt a little uncomfortable. This picture of Jinghui seemed a bit flattering, and he didn't know whether it was sincere or fake.
"Mr. Zhang, I am one of your guards now. Don't be so polite. If you are so polite again, I will be rude!"
There were so many more polite words in Liu Zhihui's words that even Zhang Jinghui was stunned, and then smiled, "Brother Liu, you're welcome. I know you are a guard now, but it is because you are a guard that you have to eat
Better, isn't it?"
"Do your other guards also eat like this?" Liu Zhihui rolled his eyes. This was obviously a different treatment. He originally thought that he would follow Zhang Jinghui just to watch him, but in the end, he was beaten by Zhang Jinghui's sugar-coated bullets.
When he got down, he almost fainted. After he woke up, he always felt that Zhang Jinghui was not reliable! If he was reliable, why would he treat him like this? Do you really think that he is a young and ignorant person?
"That's not true, little brother Liu is special after all." Zhang Jinghui smiled and didn't care at all. He had lived for so many years. To put it bluntly, even if he died now, he had nothing to regret.
There is nothing to be afraid of. Zhou Weiguo's words really stirred up his memories of earlier years. Zhang Zuolin was still very good to him. He felt like old friends at first sight, and later became sworn brothers. All along, he also treated Zhang Zuolin.
He was considered loyal. Zhang Zuolin's death left him at a loss. What should we do if Zhang Zuolin died? Leave it to Zhang Xueliang? But it turns out that after Dongsan Province was handed over to Zhang Xueliang, it soon fell into the hands of the Japanese.
What should he do? Follow Zhang Xueliang to the pass? No, he has to guard this land. They were the ones who fought hard to conquer it in the first place!
He was unwilling to accept that the land that his ancestors had cut down through thorns was given to the Japanese.
How can we be willing to do so?
Zhang Zuolin was killed by a Japanese plane!
This is China’s land! How willing is he?
But in the face of strength and the situation, he had to bow his head and become a lackey of the Japanese. At any rate, Zhang Zuolin was buried! He also asked Zhang Zuolin's nephew to carry the flag!
But now, after years of being humble and submissive, he finally had the opportunity to overthrow the Japanese. How could he refuse to agree?
Liu Zhihui naturally didn't know what was going on in Zhang Jinghui's mind. He just felt that this old man was a bit strange and untrustworthy. He frowned and said, "No need for special treatment. I am now your guard. I not only protect you, but also protect you."
I want to watch you, don’t be naughty."
Zhang Jinghui shook his head helplessly. To him, Liu Zhihui was already the age of his grandchildren. He was already seventy-one this year. What else could he not look at? Although, he also wanted to spend his old age peacefully.
"You come with me."
Zhang Jinghui stood up and walked in front.
Liu Zhihui frowned and followed behind. The bullet was already loaded in his hand. If Zhang Jinghui had any tricks, he would shoot directly, even if it alarmed the Japanese.
If such a well-known "traitor" was killed, he would only be thought to have been killed by the anti-Japanese comrades, and he would never think that the independent division was here.
Zhang Jinghui was helpless and slowly walked up the stairs, then opened a room door and looked back at Liu Zhihui.
Liu Zhihui raised his eyebrows, not understanding what Zhang Jinghui wanted to bring him to, but he still followed Zhang Jinghui into the room. As a result, he saw a tablet and opened his eyes wide. It turned out to be Zhang Zuolin's.
"I had this memorial tablet made in the year when Yuting disappeared." Zhang Jinghui looked at the memorial tablet and said, "Most of the brothers who worshiped me rejected the Japanese solicitation."
Liu Zhihui frowned and listened to Zhang Jinghui's self-report. In his opinion, this was still a big traitor who couldn't escape.
"I don't mean anything else. I just want to show that I am sincere in cooperating with you this time." Zhang Jinghui smiled, then sat on a chair nearby and looked at Liu Zhihui.
Liu Zhihui continued to frown and sat on the chair next to him. As for Zhang Zuolin, he was only known as the Northeast King before, and then he died after the Huanggutun incident. After his death, his son inherited his position. As a result, nine
During the December 18th Incident, the Northeast Army almost lost the Northeast without firing a single shot. Of course, this was Liu Zhihui’s understanding.
After arriving in Xinjing, Zhou Weiguo also told him many things. For example, why the Northeast Army performed like this at that time? You must know that in the previous years of war, the Northeast Army's performance was very impressive.
The Northeastern Army at that time was mainly composed of three parts. One was Zhang Zuolin's old subordinates, also known as Lao Fengjun, and the other was the green forest forces that Zhang Zuolin recruited. Later, these people were gradually suppressed by Zhang Zuolin, and the force can be said to be the weakest.
Later, most of this group of people surrendered to the Japanese army. Most of the so-called surrenders were made by them. The third group was the New Army trained by Guo Songling, and the Northeast Army's great reputation was achieved by the New Army. By the time of Zhang Xueliang, the New Army
There are not many people left in the army. One meaning is that if possible, no one wants to lose their territory to the Japanese.
But there is a saying that no one wants to be a traitor if they can. Liu Zhihui does not agree with this sentence, because this sentence is probably only suitable for the people at the bottom. Because people with a slightly higher status will consider their future interests.
, and choose the object of allegiance.
He is still suspicious of Zhang Jinghui, even though Zhang Jinghui's current behavior seems to be clearing his name. After all, he and Zhang Jinghui should be just passers-by.
Zhang Jinghui knew very well that people like him were undoubtedly traitors, but he still hoped that one day he could not work under the Japanese, and even avenge his sworn brothers. He was already seventy, and half of his feet were
After stepping into the coffin, there is nothing left to see.
Liu Zhihui thought for a while and then spoke, "My brother believes in you because he has no choice. I don't believe you, but I still came here for my brother's plan. No matter what you think, you will be well in the following days.
Follow our arrangements, otherwise, I will jump on you sooner or later."
Zhang Jinghui shook his head helplessly and smiled, "Okay."
…
The next day, Zhang Jinghui received instructions from Zhou Weiguo to find an opportunity to meet with the fictitious director of the Xinjing Police Station. After all, it was much more reasonable for the Prime Minister to contact the director of the police station. However, the director of the police station has always been
They were also picked up by people whom the Japanese quite trusted. At least on the surface, they were all big traitors.
Zhang Jinghui didn't think that this meeting would have any results. After all, he couldn't say from the beginning, "Do you want to be anti-Japanese? I want you to make anti-Japanese words."
Not to mention, these people are all pro-Japanese and young people.
