In Peiping, in a manor that looks very ordinary, the young marshal is sitting in the spacious living room, flipping through the latest newspaper. Next to him, a delicate woman wearing a cheongsam is holding a cup of coffee in her hand and is also reading with him.
Holding a newspaper.
The courtyard was full of guards. Although these guards were in plain clothes, their fierce expressions and well-trained movements made them look like soldiers with military background.
Gently turning over a page of the newspaper, the young marshal raised his finger and pointed at the photo of Mei Lanfang that occupied almost a full page of the newspaper. He smiled and said to the woman next to him, "Yidi, this is Mr. Mei's photo at the National Center for the Performing Arts last year.
In the photos of the performance of "Universal Frontier", look at the figure and the eyes, it's really a master-level performance." As he spoke, he clicked his tongue in admiration.
The cheongsam woman nodded again and again, seeming to agree with his assessment.
The two of them gently flipped through the Ta Kung Pao in their hands, commenting from time to time.
Suddenly, when the young marshal's hand turned to a page, he stopped. He stared at a piece of news in the newspaper, and the expression on his face obviously changed a lot.
This is a piece of news with only a few crosses at one end, and it is located in the corner of the last page. Compared with the entertainment page, which always has half a page of celebrity stills or gossip news, it is like a low-rise building in the shadow of tall buildings.
The house looked extremely shabby.
Even the advertisements for selling wild medicine are several times larger than it.
"Yesterday, Japanese tanks suddenly arrived in the west of Yuguan City and fired hundreds of cannons. Many buildings in the city were damaged and dozens of people were killed or injured." The reporter below is named Qin Yao.
Although Peiping is now under the control of the Nationalist Government, the Japanese power is not small, and they also have some troops stationed there. As for spies and spies, there are countless of them.
Some time ago, there were several shooting cases in Beiping City, and the victims were all activists who had made anti-Japanese speeches. The police investigated for a long time, but then all of them were ignored, because everyone knew that this must be the work of the Japanese.
Yes, it’s just that there is no other way.
Now the Japanese are more arrogant than the Chinese in Peiping and the three northeastern provinces.
In such a situation where everyone is silent, he still dares to report this kind of news. This reporter named Qin Yao is really courageous.
"Why, do you miss your hometown again?" The cheongsam woman handed the coffee in her hand to the young marshal, then sat down next to him and held his hand, "I know you feel aggrieved. You are obviously following orders, but
But all the infamy fell on you."
"I'm not unhappy because of those things. What I'm unhappy about is seeing the Japanese invaders ravage our beautiful country, but I can only sit here in Beiping City, singing and dancing every day." The young marshal sighed softly, seeming to be very unwilling, "Thinking back to those days.
, our Northeastern Army has 300,000 troops, dominating the three eastern provinces, which force dares to spy on our white mountains and black soil, but now, -" At this point, he could not go on.
The cheongsam woman also sighed softly, held the young marshal's hand, and patted it gently, "I believe that one day, the three northeastern provinces will return to the hands of the Chinese. The Japanese are destined to fail."
"I hope so!"
The room fell into silence.
At this moment, the phone rang. The cheongsam woman stood up to answer the phone, spoke to the phone for a few words, then hung up and came back.
"Whose phone number?" the young marshal asked.
"It was President Hai of the Peking People's Rescue Association who invited me to participate in a fund-raising event. He said he was raising some relief supplies for the displaced Northeastern people." The cheongsam woman smiled and replied, "I said I have been a little busy recently.
, let’s see when the time comes.”
The young commander asked curiously, "Yidi, don't you like to participate in these activities very much? Why don't you go to participate this time?"
The cheongsam woman shook her head, and then said, "I'm worried about your poor health recently, so I won't participate."
"Look, I don't have any problems now. You don't have to worry about me. We need to participate more in this kind of thing and do our best to help these people." He laughed and stood up, the young marshal punched him, and then
He said, "Come to think of it, it's all my incompetence."
"Okay, okay, don't blame yourself. I'm going to change clothes and go to the event later." The cheongsam woman comforted the young commander for a few words, and then went upstairs.
The young marshal was the only one left in the living room. He put his hands behind his back, paced back and forth for a few steps, and then stood in front of the window, looking at the landscape pavilions in the garden outside, not knowing what he was thinking.
At this moment, a guard ran in, crossed his legs in front of him, and said, "Young Marshal, Brigadier He Zhuguo is here."
"He Zhuguo?!" The young marshal's eyebrows twitched twice, and then he hurriedly waved his hand, "Let him in quickly."
The guard went down to deliver the order, and the young marshal sat on the sofa again.
Not long ago, with the sound of footsteps, Brigadier He Zhuguo followed the guard and walked in. When he saw the young marshal, he hurriedly stood at attention and saluted, "He Zhuguo, commander of the 9th Brigade, has met the young marshal."
"You're welcome, sit down." The young marshal smiled and waved his hand, motioning for him to sit down.
He Zhuguo sat upright on the sofa beside the young marshal, with his back straight, waiting for his questions.
The young marshal pondered for a moment and then said, "You came to see me this time. Has the situation in Yuguan changed?"
He Zhuguo was surprised when he heard this and said, "Young Marshal, how did you know?"
The young marshal pushed the newspaper on the coffee table in front of him, and then said, "It has been reported in the newspaper, of course I know something about it."
He Zhuguo picked up the newspaper and read it carefully from beginning to end, and then put it down with a bit of surprise on his face, "This reporter moved very quickly. It took less than a day for the incident to happen, and he had already written a report."
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You must know that the bombardment of Yuguan City by Japanese chariots happened in the middle of the night last night, and it is only around nine o'clock in the morning. It has already been written in the newspaper. This reporter's acumen and action ability are not weak.
The two of them had a hunch that this reporter was not simple.
However, this matter is not important to them now. What they want to discuss is the Japanese bombardment of Yuguan City.
He Zhuguo told the story of the incident in detail. After he finished speaking, the young marshal was silent, so he said no more and waited quietly.
After thinking for a moment, the young marshal raised his head and asked, "What do you think of this matter?"
Brigadier He Zhuguo thought for a moment and then said, "I don't think this matter is simple. I'm afraid the Japanese are testing the limits of our tolerance. If we don't react or don't react strongly, they are likely to repeat the Fengtian Incident again.
That scene."
"The Japanese are really pushy and greedy." The young marshal said angrily, "We can't let them succeed this time. You go back immediately to set up defenses and prepare for battle. It's time for the whole country to see the determination of our Northeastern Army."
Brigadier He Zhuguo was overjoyed when he heard this. He quickly stood up and said, "Yes, Young Marshal, I will go back and make arrangements right away. I will not let the little devil's conspiracy succeed."
"Okay, if you need anything, just report to me and I will definitely support you." The young marshal also stood up and looked at He Zhuguo, "I believe you will not let me down."
"Zhu Guo understands!" He Zhu Guo nodded excitedly, then turned and left.
Watching He Zhuguo's retreating figure, the young marshal stood in the hall and did not move for a long time.