Being able to save the machinery and equipment of the military factory, Matthew Wen breathed a sigh of relief.

"What specifications should we follow to receive them? They can be regarded as brotherly troops after all!" Matthew said.

Since we are cooperating in the fight against Japan, when the other party comes, we must naturally receive them well.

"The purpose of their coming is not yet known."

Tian Kezhi thought that these people must have come with bad intentions and there was no need to receive them well.

Ever since the incident involving Zhao Zhiguo in the Jinsui Army, those who had followed Zhao Zhiguo were hostile to the people coming over there.

"Qiu Zian is not bad. Now that he is here, we must receive him well and not let people say that our Eighth Route Army has no etiquette!" Zhao Zhiguo said.

Qiu Zian is more like a red heart with white skin.

And Zhao Zhiguo naturally wanted to thank Qiu Zian for his help last time.

When Qiu Zian entered Pingcheng with the colonel and commissioner of the Central Army, Zhao Zhiguo assembled a guard formation to welcome them.

"Captain Zhao, this is Colonel Xiang Fengyu of the Central Army!" Qiu Zian introduced.

Zhao Zhiguo did not salute Xiang Fengyu because he was already a colonel when he was in the Jinsui Army.

Xiang Fengyu opened an appointment letter from his document package: "Now~Appointment~"

Xiang Fengyu deliberately lengthened his voice and read out the appointment letter.

In the appointment letter, in view of Zhao Zhiguo's outstanding achievements in recovering Pingcheng, Zhao Zhiguo was appointed as the commander of the Eighth Division of the National Revolutionary Army, received the rank of major general, and was rewarded with two thousand oceans.

Listening to the appointment letter, Zhao Zhiguo looked at Matthew Wen aside.

Matthew Wen stood aside, his heart full of disdain.

"I said...have you finished reading?" Zhao Zhiguo asked.

"Finished reading!"

"Where's Dayang?" Zhao Zhiguo walked to the soldiers protecting the special commissioners at the back and started looking through their luggage.

"Mr. Zhao, you'd better accept the appointment letter first."

Qiu Zian couldn't stand it anymore.

After all, this was an appointment given by the accomplice. He didn’t even take a look at it, which was really unjustifiable.

"Oh~ OK," Zhao Zhiguo took the appointment letter, "Since we are the Eighth Division alone, where are the additional troops? Where are the military pay? Where are the weapons and equipment?"

Zhao Zhiguo asked three questions in a row, which confused the special correspondent Xiang Fengyu.

When he came, his superiors did not tell him any of these things. In addition to giving him a letter of appointment, he was given a major general uniform and two thousand oceans.

"Mr. Zhao, now that the country is fighting against the Japanese invaders, we need manpower and materials everywhere. The commander-in-chief has decided to raise everything you need locally. When the roads are clear in the future, we will make up for what you owe."

Xiang Fengyu is worthy of being a special commissioner. Faced with these things, he can naturally deal with them.

"Yes, this verbal check is so nice. The soldiers under my command can have enough to eat every day just by relying on the pie you drew."

"Mr. Zhao, it's a good thing that you were promoted to division commander. How about we talk about it in the room?"

Qiu Zian was a little embarrassed.

In fact, when he was on the road, he understood that the Central Army sent this special commissioner to poach the Eighth Route Army.

Moreover, Qiu Zian knew best that if the Central Army's hoe went down, it would not dig up the base of the wall but iron lumps.

"Yes, yes, you have come a long way and are so tired. You should have a good rest. Come on, please come inside." Matthew Wen quickly invited a few people into the house.

Zhao Zhiguo stood outside and waited for a while.

"Old Zhao, what are you doing standing still? Hurry in."

Seeing that Zhao Zhiguo didn't go in, Matthew Wen quickly came over to pull him away.

Zhao Zhiguo angrily handed the appointment letter to Ma Xiuwen. This empty letter clearly meant that Zhao Zhiguo wanted to lead his troops to break away from the Eighth Route Army.

Matthew Wen didn't pay attention. He took the appointment letter and followed Zhao Zhiguo into the room.

After entering the room, Xiang Fengyu had already placed a Central Army Major General uniform and a box containing two thousand oceans on the table.

"Commander Zhao, you have been away from the National Revolutionary Army's combat order for a long time. The superiors are thinking about you very much..."

"Stop it, I know everything you say, don't you just want me to lead the troops back to the Central Army's battle order? Two thousand oceans, a major general bribed me? Your business deal is too good.

Bar?"

Zhao Zhiguo knew clearly what the special correspondent was holding back.

Xiang Fengyu was so choked by Zhao Zhiguo's words that he almost couldn't speak: "Mr. Zhao, resisting Japan and saving the country is not about talking about business."

"What do you mean by this is that only the Central Army is fighting against the Japs? The Sichuan Army, Yunnan Army, Guangdong Army and Guangxi Army in the south, the Shanxi-Sui Army in the north, the Eighth Route Army and the anti-Japanese guerrillas are all idle?"

"No, no, no...I don't mean that."

Xiang Fengyu was frightened when he heard this. Qiu Zian was sitting next to him.

Qiu Zian is the secretary to Mr. Yan of the Jinsui Army. If he handed these words to Mr. Yan, the misunderstanding would be huge.

"Since you don't mean that, I fought Japanese soldiers all the time in the Eighth Route Army," Zhao Zhiguo said, "and I have a bad stomach and I really can't digest the pie you painted for me."

"Mr. Zhao, wherever you fight the Japanese, you fight the Japanese. This time, we are here to learn from you your experience in fighting the little Japanese."

Qiu Zian watched from the side, Xiang Fengyu was completely crushed by Zhao Zhiguo.

It is estimated that if the conversation continues, Zhao Zhiguo will not be able to say anything to Zhao Zhiguo's heart, and Zhao Zhiguo will probably issue an eviction order.

So Qiu Zian quickly changed the topic.

Xiang Fengyu felt frustrated continuously and felt uncomfortable.

However, he was sensible and knew that Qiu Zian was helping him out, so he stopped saying anything.

"Major General, ever since I heard your name Zhao Zhiguo, I knew that such a day would come, and I am happy for you." Qiu Zian said.

A major general and division commander in his twenties, with over 10,000 troops under his command, he is high-spirited and enviable.

"Secretary Qiu, are you here just to persuade me?" Zhao Zhiguo asked tentatively.

"No, no, no, I'm just sighing. When I heard your name in the Jinsui Army, there weren't so many stories. Time flies."

Of course Qiu Zian didn't mean anything else.

The conflict between Mr. Yan and Zhao Zhiguo was enough to cut off Zhao Zhiguo's way back to the Shanxi-Sui Army.

"Yeah, time flies so fast, it's been so long in the blink of an eye, but when I was in the Jinsui Army, I was worthy of Mr. Yan." Zhao Zhiguo said.

"If so many things hadn't happened, maybe we would see each other more often." Qiu Zian said, "You are better than us at fighting the little devils."

"Secretary Qiu, if you have something to say, just tell me."

Zhao Zhiguo guessed that Qiu Zian must have come with a mission.

"This..." Qiu Zian glanced at Xiang Fengyu.

Zhao Zhiguo understood Qiu Zian's eyes: "Commissioner Xiang, I have asked someone to arrange a room for you. Political Commissar, please take him to see it."

"Mr. Zhao, there are some things I would like to discuss with you privately."

Xiang Fengyu failed to complete the task, so he was naturally unwilling to do so.
Chapter completed!