The Lu army was about to approach the city, but he still had nothing to do. Qi Xieyuan was very anxious. At this time, he relied on Sun Chuanfang's reinforcements, but the reinforcements were still on the way and were unreliable. But he had to rely on himself... He looked around at the generals around him
, and sighed softly.
In the past few days, he has executed three generals who advocated retreat, but the morale of the military did not seem to be stable at all. Instead, as Zhang Zongchang's army approached, the morale of the military became increasingly unstable. As a general, he knew deeply that the morale of the military
An unstable army basically has no combat effectiveness.
There were only two roads in front of him, and they were clear and distinct, but no matter which one they were, it was so difficult to make a choice. Either he stayed in Shanghai and led his less than 50,000 people to fight with Zhang Zongchang's 100,000 people.
Wan Dajun fought to the death, but if that didn't work, he would have to wait until Sun Chuanfang's reinforcements arrived. Then the situation might turn for the better.
However, with his lax military morale and having nearly half less troops than the opponent, it is still a question whether he can hold it. In addition, he has heard repeatedly about the reputation of Zhang Zongchang's White Russian Army in the past two days. Even if he wants to
Fight, I'm afraid the odds of winning...
He really didn't want to choose the remaining path, but it seemed that the only option left to him in reality was to preserve his strength and abandon the city. Although as a soldier, Qi Xieyuan knew deeply that this was an unsettling situation.
It was a disgraceful approach, but only in this way could he wait until he joined Sun Chuanfang's army. Only in this way could he have a chance to fight back.
Information came one after another, but none of it was good news.
Qi Xieyuan was pacing back and forth in the hall. The generals next to him were also secretly worried. If Zhang Zongchang's army came too fast, he might not be able to leave. Generals kept asking Qi Xieyuan to make up his mind, but he didn't seem to hear him.
Likewise, he knew what they called a decision - the only idea was to evacuate Shanghai.
Another telegram came, but Qi Xieyuan had no intention of reading it. He knew that the report on it was still that Zhang Zongchang's troops had advanced so much and were still so far away from Shanghai. He was tired of reading this kind of information, and his mind
Zhang Zongchang's marching route map was extremely clear. He seemed to have seen the White Russian Army and Zhang Zongchang's armored forces starting to attack as the vanguard. He even saw Zhang Zongchang shouting proudly with his little mustache.
.This feeling is really fucking unpleasant.
If you wait for a quarter, you will be in danger for a quarter of an hour, but if you wait for a quarter of an hour, you will have a chance of survival.
However, the telegram that came this time completely shattered his hopes - the Fengjun Han Baihang Division annihilated the 20,000 troops attacking Nanjing City, and the division commanders Lu Xiangting and Xie Hongxun were captured.
Qi Xieyuan finally gave up. When Han Baihang was still in the Zhili line, he had already seen Han Baihang's strength. This time the Battle of Nanjing made him even more impressed. He just relied on his own division of 10,000 people.
Unable to help but capture Nanjing City and capture two of Sun Chuanfang's generals, Qi Xieyuan smiled bitterly, that man is that man after all!
At this time, Qi Xieyuan seemed to be a little lucky in his heart. Fortunately, it was Zhang Zongchang's Lu army who attacked Shanghai. If he had led the 100,000 troops led by Han Baihang, he might not even have a chance to escape now.
Retreat! There is nothing to say. The only things Qi Xieyuan can comfort himself now are words such as "Victory and defeat are common matters for military strategists" and "It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge." Even though he knows in his heart, these are only words to comfort the losers.
But he just doesn't want to admit that he is a loser!
There are further surprises! Zhang Zongchang, a big boss, finally understood the meaning of this sentence.
What he didn't expect was that Qi Xieyuan really gave up the ten-mile foreign market in Shanghai! This made Zhang Zongchang extremely happy. While commanding the troops to enter the city, he sent a telegram to Zhang Zuolin and Marshal Zhang to report the good news.
After receiving several good news in one day, Zhang Dashuai was already grinning from ear to ear with joy. He even drank a few more drinks happily while eating. However, after receiving this telegram from Zhang Zongchang, Zhang Zuolin and Zhang Dashuai seemed not as good as before.
Happy.
At the dinner table, Zhang Xueliang noticed his father's displeasure, and his eating speed gradually slowed down. Zhang Zuolin read the telegram and photographed him in front of Zhang Xueliang. Zhang Xueliang picked it up and looked at it with an uncertain expression.
Zhang Xueliang raised his head and glanced at the fifth mother at the dinner table. The fifth mother immediately understood and stood up naturally and said: "You two seem to have something important to discuss, so we sisters will go over there to eat!"
"As he said this, he winked at the second sister, the third sister, and the fourth sister, and they all left.
When men discuss important matters, women cannot interfere. This is the rule of the Zhang family in Northeast China.
Zhang Xueliang then said: "I think this information is a good thing. Since Qi Xieyuan knows what's interesting, we can save ourselves so much effort. Isn't that great? We can get Shanghai without fighting, and we don't have to die.
People can also live a good life, there is nothing wrong with that!"
Zhang Zuolin took a sip of the porridge and snorted: "Don't tell me yet, I hope we can really fight!"
Zhang Xueliang took a bite of pickled cabbage with his chopsticks and asked, "Father, what do you mean?"
Zhang Zuolin put down his bowls and chopsticks and picked up the telegram again, saying: "Zhang Zongchang's team has developed so fast in the past two years. In the last Zhili-Fengtian war, ten brigades were reorganized in one go. Damn it! If there really is a fight.
, it can weaken Qi Xieyuan's strength, and it will be easy to take over Shanghai in the future, and it can also kill Zhang Zongchang! Damn it, this Qi Xieyuan is so fucking spineless!"
Zhang Xueliang couldn't help but snickered and said: "Don't be angry, isn't this a good thing? At least the city of Shanghai is safe and sound, and the people will not suffer from disasters, so consider it a good thing!"
Unexpectedly, Zhang Zuolin became even more angry and shouted: "Shit! Liuzi, do you and I dare to make a bet? With Zhang Zongchang's urine, if he enters Shanghai, then Shanghai will suffer."
Oh! You still don’t know what the style of his army is? That’s not an army, it’s just a group of bandits!”
Zhang Xueliang had naturally heard about the misdeeds of Zhang Zongchang's army. He smiled bitterly and said: "I don't dare to bet with you, this Zongchang can make me lose everything!" (To be continued)
