If not at the end of the line, on the verge of life and death, which warlord would be willing to step down and give up the power in his hands. In troubled times, guns and guns are nothing but silver and graceful beauties.
"Oh? Brother Zhang, do you have any idea?" Qi Xieyuan seemed to have seen a life-saving straw floating on the water. He grabbed his old hand and asked eagerly.
"Fushuai, I heard that you withheld a telegram from Yushuai?"
Upon hearing this, Qi Xieyuan hesitated twice, neither saying yes nor no, and he was noncommittal.
But just by looking at this attitude, you can already guess the answer you want.
"Commander Fu, we really don't have any troops in our hands, but Wu Peifu does. His 14th Division has already stationed in Pukou!"
Qi Xieyuan struggled out from the crowd of his men. His eyes flickered, as if he was struggling several times in his mind.
"Although the 14th Division is close at hand, how can it be willing to listen to my orders? I'm afraid they will just watch the fire from the other side." Qi Xieyuan thought about it several times and then became discouraged.
"Fushuai, the so-called lips are dead and the teeth are cold! If Jiangsu is lost, Beijing will be in danger. I forgive him Wu Peifu who dare not sit back and watch Jiangsu fall." Veteran Zhang Xun, with his gray hair rising and falling, continued: "Fushuai, it's worth it.
In this time of danger, we should have the power to seek compromise through humiliation."
"What do you mean..." Zhang Xun's words were like a bucket of cold water pouring down his head, which made Qi Xieyuan sober up a lot.
"Call Shanghai and sincerely ask Han Baihang to go north to Nanjing. According to President Cao's order, Han Baihang is the only one who can reasonably and legally mobilize the Fourteenth Army in the south of the Yangtze River."
"Quickly, call Division Commander Han Baihang... No, no, it's Deputy Commander Han of the Allied Forces..."
"Commander Fu, think twice!" Another general stood up and said: "Commander Fu, not only did we go back on our promise, we failed to electrify the entire army as agreed, not to mention Han Baihang's command authority, we also detained President Cao
The commissioning telegram sent is like this, so how can Han Baihang not bear grudges against us in Jiangsu. Besides, behind Han Baihang is Wu Peifu, who is watching covetously. Today's battle has reached this point. If this victory is in the hands of Han Baihang, he will become famous in one battle.
The generals of my Jiangsu line have been completely disgraced and will never be able to hold their heads high in front of the Luo faction from now on. Not to mention..."
"What's more, after this battle, Han Baihang is in full swing. How will we, Jiangsu, respond?" Qi Xieyuan was well aware of the dirty thoughts of his men.
"The handsome man is as bright as a candle!"
"What the hell!" Qi Xieyuan slapped Wang Hai with a slap and staggered. Nanjing garrison commander Wang Hai covered his face but did not dare to talk back.
"I tell you! No one in this world will be hated to death. On the contrary, guns can really fucking kill you!" Qi Xieyuan waved his revolver, just shy of Wang Hai's.
On the forehead.
"As long as Jiangsu can be saved, the rest is an afterthought!" Qi Xieyuan said harshly.
"Yes!" With Wang Hai's lesson learned, the whole room was filled with solemnity, and everyone uniformly accepted the military order.
Qi Xieyuan turned to look south from the window and murmured: "Han Baihang, they say you are a famous young general. Well, this time, let me see if you are worthy of your reputation as a general!"
The staff officer who had just taken Qi Xieyuan to draft a signed telegram to be sent to Han Baihang came back just as he left. Qi Xieyuan turned around and saw him, frowning and saying, "Why are you back again?"
"Commander Fu, the telegraph office said..." The staff officer held the folder and hesitated with an ugly expression.
"Tell me, what did the telegraph room say?"
"Commander Han's radio signal has disappeared and cannot be contacted." The staff officer lowered his head and did not dare to look at him. The more he spoke, the lower his voice became.
Qi Xieyuan felt that his eyes were darkened, and his last hope was gone.
Shanghai Huangpu River
The Huangpu River at night is perhaps the most deserted place in Shanghai, with a few pedestrians coming and going in a hurry with their clothes covered. A man was wearing a shabby gray coarse cloth dungaree commonly worn by rickshaw pullers, with a pair of trousers tightly tied around his waist.
A maroon coarse cloth belt, and a woolen wall-colored melon cap on her head were pulled tightly to block her entire forehead.
The man was swaying from side to side on the edge of the bridge, raising his eyelids from time to time to glance around, his eyes that should have been dull and lifeless flashing with light.
"Brother, lend me a fire." A sudden voice came from behind the man, like a ghost suddenly emerging from the ground. The man did not turn his head, but just tapped his toes forward.
"Brother is a practicing master!" The man behind him revealed the rickshaw puller's intention of dressing up as a man with one sentence. He didn't turn around because he was afraid of being attacked, and he pointed his feet forward to avoid attacks from behind. If the man behind him didn't know,
If a friend or an enemy suddenly attacks, this man can dodge with an iron bridge.
The man behind him didn't mean to embarrass him, and took the initiative to come around. This man was wearing the most fashionable pure black hat with a brim in Shanghai. He was wearing a small dress, as if he had just left a dinner party where celebrities gathered.
The man in the tuxedo tugged at the corner of his clothes, looked around, and smiled at the man dressed as a coachman: "I heard that brothers have some skills, both inside and outside."
The coachman looked at him up and down and asked, "Where are you going, brother?"
"Pukou." The man in the uniform was still smiling, but the moment he said these two words, the expression of the man dressed as a coachman changed instantly.
He took two steps forward, put his face close to the other person's ear and said, "Brothers don't have guns."
"It's just business." The man in the dress remained calm and spoke calmly.
The man who was the coachman retreated, looked at the other person up and down, and then said: "Six people, six thousand each!"
The man in the suit twitched the corner of his mouth, as if he was smiling, but he didn't really smile. He said, "I heard that five hundred per person is right."
"Brother, it's wartime now, not to mention..." The coachman's eyes were fixed on the man's eyes, and he said: "Brother, I'm afraid what I'm doing is the business of human life. Money...can't buy life."
The identity of the man in the tuxedo was immediately apparent to the coachman, but he was not confused at all. He neither admitted nor denied it. On the contrary, it was a bit difficult to figure out.
"Okay, six thousand is six thousand, the sooner the better!" After thinking for a while, the man in the dress finally made up his mind.
"Tomorrow at four o'clock in the morning, we will pick up the Adek at Nanshui Pier! Only the ocean will be found." The man, the coachman, turned around and left.
The man in the uniform watched the other party leave, took off the top hat on his head, and revealed his capable face. Gao Hongyi, commander of the 3rd Brigade and 2nd Regiment of the 3rd Central Division, and Han Baihang's confidant. He smiled evilly, as if he was thinking about it.