Seeing Han Baihang and He Fenglin looking at each other across the river, seemingly reaching some kind of tacit understanding, Gao Hongyi looked at it and thought: "Is a Hongmen Banquet really a sign of friendship?"
Han Baihang turned to look at Gao Hongyi, laughed, and said: "Brigadier He is a smart man. I only said one sentence to him, and he won't think about killing me."
"Just one sentence?" Gao Hongyi asked incredulously.
"Just one sentence is enough." Han Baihang looked again at He Fenglin who had not left Anbian. At that time, Shitou's gun was pointed at He Fenglin's head. Han Baihang said in his ear: "If Jiangnan wins, Lu Shuai will win."
Fame. If Baihang dies, who will be blamed!"
Gao Hongyi was stunned when he heard this.
He Fenglin withdrew his hand from the adjutant's gun and thought to himself: Lu Shuai, if you are willing to sincerely appoint me, how could I, He, do this? He Fenglin slowly closed his eyes.
Han Baihang and his party went off the deck and returned to the cabin. This was a cargo ship, but there were no luxurious and comfortable cabins. The group of people found a place to sit around by the cargo pile.
"Sir, we will arrive in Nanjing in less than a day!" Gao Hongyi said.
"No, it's not Nanjing. I'm afraid it's too late to go to Nanjing now."
Nanjing was known as Jiankang, Jinling and Yingtian in ancient times, and was the ancient capital of six dynasties. During the Ming Dynasty, Liu Bowen, the founding military advisor of the People's Republic of China, claimed that Yingtian Prefecture had exhausted its royal power. The capital of the Ming Dynasty was moved to Shuntian Prefecture during the reign of Emperor Yongle, which later became Shuntian Prefecture.
Beijing. But this does not hinder the wealth and prosperity of Nanjing at all. It is still along the Yangtze River, where the north and the south meet. It has been an important place for military strategists from ancient times to the present. In troubled times, the wealth and prosperity in daily life are all turned into nothing with just the sound of a cannon.
The bloody beacon smoke.
Chen Leshan's vanguard force, the former commander of the 24th Division of the Central Army Zhang Kai, attacked Jurong, the last line of defense in Nanjing, within one day. Jurong's artillery fire seemed to explode in Qi Xieyuan's ears.
The entire city of Nanjing fell into great panic amid the rumbling artillery fire.
"Get me Commander Jin Yun'e!" This was the third time Qi Xieyuan asked to speak to Jin Yun'e, the commander of the 14th Division of the Central Army.
"Hey, brother Yun'e, I'm Qi Xieyuan." Qi Xieyuan said with a smile: "Brother Yun'e, don't blame me for bringing up old things again. I hope that for the sake of the Beijing government and President Cao, I can pull brothers together.
Give me a hand, brother!"
"What?" Qi Xieyuan stared. He wished he could drop the phone and shouted: "Bullshit! Damn Han Baihang, who knows which girl's crotch the grandson named Han got into? Jin Yun'e, gone.
If your surname is Han, why the hell are you really going to sit at Pukou and watch me get destroyed!"
"Hello, hello!" A desperate busy tone came from the microphone. Qi Xieyuan, who was still holding the microphone, was at a loss. A violent gunshot made him tremble and the microphone fell to the ground.
"Commander Fu, please don't worry too much." Qi Xieyuan's guards picked up the microphone that fell on the ground and put it back to its original position. At this moment, when the troops were approaching the city, they were faced with the cruel reality that they could not avoid. Any
All the comfort seems false and pale.
Qi Xieyuan's special phone rang again. For a day, every time this phone rang, it was a failure report. Yixing, Liyang, Chishan Lake, Jurong... Qi Xieyuan wished he could hack this phone.
"Hello, this is the Nanjing Supervisory Office." Seeing that Qi Xieyuan didn't care to answer the phone, the staff officer had no choice but to luck out and come to accept this latest failure report.
The staff officer was silent. He turned to Qi Xieyuan. Not only him, but everyone in the office focused their eyes on him. Qi Xieyuan closed his eyes in despair.
"Say it," Qi Xieyuan said coldly.
"Jurong was captured three minutes ago. Commander Li's troops have been completely defeated and cannot gather together. Zhang Kai led his troops to Jiangning, and Chen Leshan directly attacked Tangshui. I think, I think..."
"I guess we are going to join forces in Nanjing." Qi Xieyuan slammed the table and jumped up, "What's the use of me raising you! What's the use!"
Everyone's faces were lowered. No one could give him a suggestion, and he himself was already at his wits' end. "God will kill me, Qi Xieyuan, so what can I say..."
"Power on, go to the field!" The four words seemed to exhaust all the strength of Qi Xieyuan. After saying these words, he felt like his muscles and bones had been ripped away, and he fell soft on the chair like a puddle of mud.
The chief of staff walked up to him and gave a respectful military salute. Perhaps this was the last time Qi Xieyuan enjoyed the salute of others. After that, he left the room. Everyone knew that he was going to the telegraph room to convey Qi Xieyuan's last message.
This order.
"Come back and bring him back to me!" Qi Xieyuan became anxious, and his eyes became even more slanted.
Not long after, the chief of staff was chased back, "Commander Fu..."
"How could I, Qi Xieyuan, give up?" Qi Xieyuan stood up, pointed at his squinting eyes, and said: "Back then, I was still a young brat. I wanted to join the army and have a career, but people thought I was short or short.
A slanted eye! Just when the instructor was about to exclude me, I stood out among the crowd and said, "Students have slanted eyes but they can see far away." Because of my words, the instructor kept me, and he kept me.
The one who got off was Commander-in-Chief Qi Xieyuan, and what he left behind was General Qi Xieyuan of Beiyang!"
He turned his eyes to everyone and said, "Please follow me and fight to the end! Okay?" His eyes fell on the faces of his subordinates one by one.
"Yes!" All the people saluted and said yes. Maybe it was the sadness of the rabbit's death, or maybe it was the potential that exploded at the moment of life and death. The entire supervising office was like a clockwork machine. Moved by Qi Xieyuan's generosity, it responded with unprecedented
Efficiency comes into play.
"When will the troops transferred back from the Wusong and Ninghu lines arrive?" Qi Xieyuan had already sent a telegram to Gong Bangduo when Yixing city was broken.
The troops went to Kunshan. There is a railway there. They can directly recruit trains to transport troops. From Kunshan to Zhenjiang and then intercept Jurong, the Nanjing difficulty can be solved. But now it seems that the troops transferred back from Shanghai did not go according to plan.
Arrive before Zhang Kai captured Jurong.
"I really underestimated this traitor!" Thinking of Zhang Kai, who usually had a military character, who would have expected that it was this bastard who turned against him in the face of battle, causing him to lose almost everything.
"Fushuai, Fushuai!" Zhang Heng, the commander of the garrison, rushed in with bloodstains on his uniform, "Fushuai, if Tangshui surrenders without a fight, Chen Leshan will arrive at Nanjing City in less than two hours."