Han Baihang walked quietly in front. He clearly heard the sound of bullets being loaded. He knew that he would not stop or look back.
The guard at the back warned again: "Stop, or I will shoot if you don't stop!" The soldier's warning attracted all the officers coming and going, but when they saw Han Baihang in front of them, their faces changed.
His expression became more exciting. No one explained the situation to him, and no one stepped forward to stop the guards. They all stood aside, waiting to watch this good show.
The soldier shouted twice in succession, but Han Baihang still had no intention of stopping, so the soldier fired a warning shot into the sky.
It didn't matter that the shot was fired, but the sound of the shot interrupted the atmosphere of the entire banquet. All the surrounding guards ran over with guns in hand, and even Zhang Zuolin in the hall was alarmed.
Han Baihang finally stopped. He turned around, looked at the young guard in front of him, and walked towards him.
Although the guard had a gun in his hand, he was still stunned by Han Baihang's powerful murderous intent. He seemed to have forgotten the gun in his hand and stood there blankly, watching Han Baihang walk up to him.
Han Baihang raised his hand and gave the soldier two slaps. Han Baihang's blow was very heavy. After the two slaps, there was blood on both corners of the soldier's mouth.
Just at this time, Zhang Zuolin came out surrounded by the generals. The guards in front surrounded everyone tightly, for fear that something might happen to him.
Zhang Zuolin came out and saw that it was a trivial matter between Han Baihang and the guards, so he ordered the guards on the three inner and outer floors to be removed one by one.
Everyone thought that the gunshot had disturbed the commander's banquet, and the commander would be furious, and everyone was preparing to watch the show.
Who knew that Zhang Zuolin and Marshal Zhang walked in front of Han Baihang and said kindly: "What's wrong, Baihang? Why are you still so angry?"
Although Han Baihang was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, he still stood at attention and gave a military salute and said: "Report to the commander, some people don't open their eyes. I gave him a lesson and told him not to look down on others!"
After Zhang Zuolin heard this, he laughed loudly and said: "What did I think it was? It turns out to be this nonsense. Don't take it to heart. Go, go in and have a drink. I will also ask you to speak at the conference about leading soldiers."
What experience!”
Zhang Zuolin stepped forward, extended his arms to greet Han Baihang twice, and then walked half a step in front of Han Baihang into the hall with Han Baihang.
Zhang Zuolin had just taken two steps, and as if he remembered something, he turned back and said to the guard platoon leader: "Oh, by the way, you can handle that soldier just now on your own!"
When everyone heard this, they knew that the guard would not get anything good, but no one sympathized with him. They all followed Marshal Zhang into the hall.
Everyone was like a mirror, this time the Marshal's banquet security personnel were on three levels inside and three outside. As for the people attending the party, they had already gone through a lot of identity checks, and everyone was the same when they came in.
Not only did the vehicles have to go through heavy inspections when entering, but even the drivers and guards were not spared, let alone the people participating in the banquet who were able to enter the hall.
If the guard did this, it was obvious that either the soldier was not very smart, or someone must have instructed him. As for the former, if he could serve as a guard for Marshal Zhang, then the soldier must be outstanding. In that case, there is only the last situation.
That means he was ordered by others.
Han Baihang naturally knows this very well. Since he joined the Feng clan, he must have robbed some people of their benefits and blocked some people's way of promotion and wealth. A gentleman is not guilty, but he is guilty of harboring jade. Han Baihang still understands this truth
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The position of the division commander under his butt is the piece of jade. Han Baihang doesn't want to fight with others or get promoted and get rich, but some people do, so there are really many people who stumble upon him.
But Han Baihang didn't expect that these people would use such childish methods to make a fool of themselves here.
As the commander-in-chief, Zhang Zuolin was naturally aware of the struggles among his subordinates, but he had seen Han Baihang's excellence with his own eyes. He had seen this trick countless times, so he would not be indiscriminate.
At the banquet, Marshal Zhang first delivered his speech, which was nothing more than the numerous achievements Fengjun had achieved after the Second Zhili-Fengtian War, the advantages Fengjun had achieved so far, and the bright future in the future.
Zhang Zuolin said: "Speaking of the situation of our army, this year, we have basically controlled the Jiangsu and Anhui areas, and recently stationed troops in Shanghai. Now the entire three eastern provinces, Shandong, Shanghai and Jiangsu and Anhui areas are all in
In our hands, the Feng clique has occupied almost one-third of the Republic of China. If it were anything else, I dare not say anything else, but I, Zhang Zuolin, am confident that within the next three to five years, if I, Zhang Zuolin, do not attack others, absolutely no one will dare to do so.
Come hit me!"
When everyone heard Zhang Zuolin's speech, everyone smiled happily and applauded thunderously.
Only Han Baihang was holding a wine glass and took a sip quietly, neither sad nor happy. It happened that Zhang Zuolin saw this scene.
To be honest, Zhang Zuolin was particularly optimistic about the young man Han Baihang. It was not only the general in Han Baihang that attracted this handsome man, but also the deep sense of friendship in him that made Zhang Zuolin feel that Han Baihang was exactly the same as when he was young.
Zhang Zuolin saw Han Baihang drinking at the side with an expressionless face, so he picked up the wine glass and walked in front of Han Baihang in front of everyone and said with a smile: "Mr. Han, what troubles have you been having recently? You are so unhappy. Come on, just have a drink."
Everything is over!" Zhang Zuolin said, raising his wine glass in front of Han Baihang.
Han Baihang quickly raised his glass and stood up and said: "The commander is serious. How dare Baihang ask the commander to propose a toast? I will do it first!" As he said that, he drank all the contents of his wine glass in one gulp.
Zhang Zuolin smiled and took a sip of wine and said: "Is there anything you can tell me? Is it something in the army or in life? If I, Zhang Zuolin, don't even care about my subordinates, I might get beaten up by the soldiers one day.
Isn’t it a black gun?” Zhang Zuolin’s words made everyone laugh.
Han Baihang also smiled and said: "Commander, it's not about the army or my own life. I just think that Commander, maybe he shouldn't be so optimistic?"
Zhang Zuolin has always been a person who loves talents. When he heard that Han Baihang had a different understanding of Fengjun's current situation, he naturally took it seriously and asked: "I don't know how you understand it, so feel free to tell everyone!"