Late at night on February 23rd, another light snow fell after the Lantern Festival.
The cozy bedroom in Houzai Lane, Nanjing, was filled with candlelight and was as warm as spring.
"You have done a lot in the past three days. Yesterday, the US government issued a statement, strongly condemning Japan's aggression for the first time. Their Secretary of State, Stimson, also announced for the first time that sanctions will be taken. Representatives of the British Labor Party stationed in Shanghai spoke at a press conference
It was publicly announced that it had asked the British government to impose economic sanctions on Japan. The Germans also made it clear for the first time that they did not support the Japanese war against China and called for an immediate ceasefire. It's time for you to return to the front line, where you are needed more."
Gong Qian gently combed An Yi's hair on her lap, and the gentle and tranquil expression returned to her beautiful face again, her seductive lips were moist and red, and her heart-stirring eyes were full of love and happiness.
An Yi closed his eyes and enjoyed the tender touch: "The convoy transporting weapons and ammunition quietly left the military station four hours ago. I left in the middle of the night and took two trains from the Ministry of Transportation to Suzhou, where I met up with the special agent group and transferred to the bus.
It’s a war zone, you can’t miss it.”
"Xiaoyi, I want to ask you a question..."
Gong Qian unknowingly stopped calling An Yi her younger brother. From the moment she left Huangquan Road and fell into An Yi's arms, she no longer regarded An Yi as her younger brother.
"Ask me, you know exactly how many scars I have on my body. Is there anything else I can't tell you? Haven't we been 'frank and honest' in the past few days?"
An evil smile appeared on An Yi's face, and the word "honest to each other" was deliberately ambiguous.
"Pah——"
Gong Qian lightly slapped An Yi on the chest: "Bad thing! I didn't expect such good words to come out of your mouth so embarrassing... Don't say it anymore... What I want to ask is, how do you deal with yourself and
What’s going on between Chu’er and Jieyun?”
An Yi sighed, opened his eyes, turned around and pressed Gong Qian under him: "Sister, I really don't know what to do. In October last year, the Feng family received a letter from Mr. Yu asking for my hand in marriage, and I still haven't received it yet.
While I was hesitating, Mr. Feng, who was originally very kind to me, strongly opposed it. Mrs. Feng, who originally had a strong objection to me, actually agreed, saying that what does it mean for a man to have three wives and four concubines? As long as the status of Jieyun's wife is guaranteed, she should not be a concubine.
Just like Brother Huang Shaohong's two wives, regardless of size, Mr. Feng never spoke. Alas! Jieyun won't come back until May. I had talked to Jieyun about Chu'er in England before, and she understood.
I know that for the sake of the overall situation, I can't leave Chu'er behind. But...sister, I feel sorry for you."
Gong Qian hugged An Yi's head and put it gently on her shoulders: "I will be satisfied if I can stay behind you all my life! Another thing, the power of the world is scary. Although my adoptive father (Zhang Jingjiang) thinks highly of you, but
I will definitely not agree with what we are doing. Many elders in the party have watched me grow up step by step. How much trouble will it cause if our relationship is made public? Not to mention that I am a married person and you are
The hero in the minds of the military and civilians across the country today is a role model in the minds of countless young people..."
"Stop talking! Sister, you are innocent, you are holier than Snow Lotus! No one knows that you are still a young girl after getting married. No one knows the pain in it and the pain that has been weighing heavily on your heart for many years. I
After having you, I was so shocked and felt extremely happy and satisfied, but I felt sorry for you and for my brother-in-law who died young for the sake of the Chinese nation whom I had never met. I, An Yi, don’t care about any secular etiquette.
I got this Christian identity in a daze to save hundreds of brothers. I don't care what others think, and I don't believe that I have no future because I married you." An Yi raised his head and stared affectionately at Gong Qian's face.
Eyes: "Sister, what's wrong with you?"
Gong Qian sniffed her sore nose, her beautiful face burst into a smile, she held An Yi's head again, and murmured: "What regrets do I have for having you say this? But things in this world are not that simple. For you,
I don’t care if I give up my life, but will I still cling to a title and bring you countless troubles and negative influences? Xiaoyi, I don’t know why, from the moment you called me sister, I made up my mind to never give up again in this life.
I don’t want to leave you anymore, but I didn’t expect that everything would be hidden in the aftermath of the disaster... You can go to the front line with peace of mind, your soldiers need you, the country needs you, and after the war is over, let’s work together
Sit down and discuss slowly."
"Sister, can you tell me your wish?" An Yi asked.
Gong Qian nodded and said quietly: "I want to rest for a while, resign when things calm down slowly, and then quietly go to Xu Mansion in southern Sichuan, and still be your sister, and do what I can behind your back, so that everything can be stable
I want to spend the rest of my life... I like the courtyard at the foot of Cuiping Mountain, the small building with the purple grapes, and everything in the small garden in the east garden. The first night I stayed there last time, I felt so
The warmth and contentment made me feel that the small building and garden were the paradise I had always dreamed of in my heart, and I slept soundly..."
An Yi had nothing to say. He hugged his beloved tightly with gratitude and held on for a long time...
Gong Qian fell into a deep sleep, and An Yi left quietly, passed through the side door guarded by close guards, got into an ordinary jeep military vehicle that had been parked there, and quickly drove out of the compound and drove to Xiaguan Station.
Shen Fengdao in the car calmly closed his eyes to rest. Lin Yaodong whispered a few words to his brothers and couldn't help but turn around. He wanted to ask An Yi what he thought of Yang Fei's upcoming actions in the French Concession in Shanghai? But An Yi had already closed his eyes.
His eyes seemed to be taking a nap, and Lin Yaodong could only take back what he said, sighing in his heart that his cultivation was still not enough and he could not regulate himself well.
Three days ago, on the morning of the 20th, the Japanese army in Shanghai launched a general attack on Wusong, Jiangwan and Zhabei with all its land, sea and air force. This included a key battle in which the Japanese army passed through the French Concession and unexpectedly attacked the flank positions of the 19th Route Army. In the end, they were defeated by the daring and fearless soldiers.
The defenders fought back. After the Japanese army's sword attack failed, they immediately launched a fierce frontal attack. The battle in Miaoxing Town was particularly fierce. The 87th Division of the Fifth Army fought calmly under the command of Generals Zhang Zhizhong and Wang Jingjiu.
Steady, unhurried, and suffering huge losses, the Japanese army could only retreat with a grudge. Starting at dawn the next day, the Japanese army, unable to shake the defense lines of the 19th Route Army and the 5th Army, changed their strategy of attacking across the board and dispatched more than a hundred aircraft.
The defenders' positions were bombed indiscriminately. Three hours later, enemy aircraft formations flew over the positions and once again violently bombed the railway and highway bridges from Shanghai to Suzhou, causing trains to completely stop and highway traffic to be completely paralyzed. The Nanjing government's
A large amount of supplies cannot be transported to the battlefield as scheduled.
On the 23rd, which was the last day when An Yi secretly met with representatives of European and American consortiums to reach a preliminary consensus, news came during the negotiations that Japanese aircraft bombed Suzhou, and Boeing engineer Mr. Short flew a plane to fight and died in the battle out of righteous indignation. During the negotiations,
Mr. Dullman, who represented the Citigroup, immediately shed tears and exclaimed that this was the tragedy of mankind and a barbaric trampling of civilization.
An Yi didn't know whether Mr. Dullman's tears were shed for Short or for the crashed fighter jets of Boeing Company, but An Yi decisively seized this opportunity and immediately agreed to exchange tungsten ore as soon as the war stopped for a while.
Twelve airplanes of two models from Boeing Company moved Mr. Dullman and the U.S. Consul in Ningbo to tears.
After the successful meeting, An Yi had just returned to the Military Commission headquarters when he heard a worrying report from his colleague Ge Jingen: 5,000 Japanese reinforcements suddenly landed at Yangshupu Pier. Two hours ago, all of them had passed through the public concession and gathered in the cross-border area south of Zhabei.
An Yi didn't have time to take off his coat and walked quickly to the large map. Yang Jie heard the footsteps and turned around to see An Yi with a slight smile. He told An Yi that the Japanese army would probably go to the left battlefield of the 19th Route Army via the French Concession again, because that was the only place where the
A place where the 19th Route Army could see but was tired of parrying.
After checking it carefully, An Yi took the information from the deputy director of the Second Department and read it one by one. He took a deep breath and handed the document to the deputy director. He pulled Yang Jie and Ge Jingen beside him to the map and pointed at the law.
An explanation of the road to the west of the concession.
After hearing this, Yang Jie frowned and did not immediately express his position. Ge Jingen nodded heavily to express his support. An Yi whispered a few words to Yang Jie. Yang Jie finally nodded and showed a helpless smile. An Yi politely said goodbye and left quickly. At this point,
An Yi's long-suffering revenge plan was approved by the two deputy chiefs of staff and officially launched with unstoppable momentum.
Just after one o'clock in the morning on the 24th, the French Concession, which was under curfew, suddenly heard the sound of dense footsteps. Three thousand Japanese troops passed through the deserted Broad Street and ran westward along Fuxi Road.
Under the tall plane trees at the intersection, more than a dozen French military and police officers stood next to a Renault medium-sized military truck. At three intersections, Annan police officers stood holding flags high, watching groups of heavily armed Japanese troops drive past, with faces on their faces.
There was an expression of indifference and numbness all over the face.
A black Citroën car drove slowly at the East Street intersection. Its bright headlights illuminated the Japanese troops running at the intersection and the two parked military and police trucks. French police inspector Evel, who was leaning on the front of the truck and smoking, half-closed his eyes in anger.
He asked: "Whose car is it? Order the front to stop it!"
"The national flag is hanging on the front of the car. It seems to be the consul's car..." a French captain beside him said uncertainly.
Evil asked in surprise: "Didn't the consul just come back from a meeting with the British? Even if he works day and night, he will not show up at this sensitive moment and place! Isn't it... bad! That car
Crazy, stop him! Shoot..."
The Citroën sedan with a French flag on the front suddenly accelerated towards the intersection. The Japanese soldiers passing by the intersection screamed in fright and hurriedly ran away.
Like an out-of-control mad cow, the car hit four Japanese soldiers in succession, braked suddenly, the wheels made a sharp friction sound with the ground, the car body spun rapidly, and hit more than a dozen Japanese soldiers with two consecutive somersaults, causing them to scream in agony.
The light suddenly appeared, and a violent explosion sounded. The strong explosion energy instantly razed the entire street to the ground. The buildings on the street collapsed in the violent light of fire. Splattered corpses, masonry and wood rose into the sky, covering a radius of 100 meters.
The interior is as unrecognizable as purgatory...
Several hundred meters away from each other in the lobby on the second floor of Yiyuan, Yang Fei and Chen Yu stood in front of the west-facing windows, looking at the soaring flames and the flying debris of the explosion. They silently prayed for Cao Zhiguo, a brother of the special team who was only two years old.
The eleven-year-old dead soldier from Henan used his life to add blood-stained color to the country's soul and military might.