Chapter 261

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"Bang"

A gavel sounded in the teahouse.[]

"Let's talk about the Eastern Japanese, seeing the sea water is red, they are all scared and are so scared that they are terrified. If they want to retreat, how can they be willing to attack? If they either die or be injured on the shore, the divine palace will turn their eyes and start to move in the tent..."

In the Daxing Teahouse, tea guests were all listening attentively as the storyteller was spitting and talking about the new book "Fifty-three Warriors vs. Eight Thousand Eastern Soldiers", all of which were filled with enthusiasm.

The great news of the 53 soldiers and three heavy machine guns killed and injured more than 3,000 Japanese troops, spread throughout China in just a moment, and then major newspapers also published the incident one after another. No one had done this in the past. These 53 soldiers quickly became combat heroes under the propaganda of radio stations and newspaper public opinion, and some even called them national heroes.

The Huaihai Strategic Office made the storytelling "Fifty-Three Warriors Fighting Eight Thousand Eastern Soldiers" more at a time, and then passed it to the people through other channels. This storytelling became popular in China in just a few days. The Chinese people fought against foreigners for more than 70 years, but they never won. That hero or something was produced, but there was no such hero who fought against a hundred like this.

"Good guy"

"This is our Chinese man."

While listening to the storyteller carrying the fictional plot of "The wounded soldier pulls grenades and dies with the enemy", the tea shops in the teahouse suddenly started to scream, and more people even their eyes turned red.

"Men, real man, if our Chinese soldiers are all such men, how could foreigners be afraid?"

"No, this Jiangsu Army has shown the spirit of our Chinese man."

Just as it was exciting, he slapped the awkward again and took a sip of tea. A boy next to him hurriedly walked in front of each table with a plate. Everyone in the audience started to give rewards.

"A man wants to serve the country with great kindness, but he will die on the battlefield and will die well..."

When Storyteller said this sentence slowly, his eyes also turned red.

"When the wise man said this, his eyes were slightly red and he said to the secretary beside him..."

"Bad"

As soon as the storyteller mentioned the strategy commander, Guan Zhenming, who was sitting in the private room upstairs, felt a silence in his heart and a sentence broke out from his mouth. Although he said this, he knew that from now on, he would be afraid that he would have thought that he had already thought.

In the past, Li Zhiyuan was just a businessman, but now, Li Zhiyuan, who wants money and soldiers, and even those soldiers are not inferior to the Japanese. How could he deal with Li Zhiyuan like this?

Despite this understanding, Guan Zhenming felt unwilling to give up when he thought of giving up. If he had not had his help, how could Li Zhiyuan be today? But how did he treat himself? In the past few years, he has worked hard to make wedding dresses for Li Zhiyuan. Even if he makes wedding dresses, he should have worked hard, but Li Zhiyuan

Thinking that Guan Zhenming, who was full of unwillingness to accept his heart, drank a glass of wine.

"Qi Xinjun"

At this moment, someone suddenly walked in. Listening to the sound, Guan Zhenming was stunned at first, and then happy.

"Hashimoto, you are..."

The one who came in was Takaichi Hashimoto. When he was in Japan, he and Guan Zhenming were classmates and knew each other. However, after Guan Zhenming returned to China, the two had little contact, especially after Guan Zhenming put all his thoughts on **, the relationship between them became less and less.

"Haha, Qi Xinjun, I don't know what happened in recent years"

After taking the initiative to sit down, Hashimoto Takaichi took the initiative to do it, and then looked at Guan Zhenming with a smile.

The sudden appearance of a friend found this place again, which made Guan Zhenming realize that he was afraid that Hashi was not just for the sake of talking, but maybe he had some purpose.

Guan Zhenming asked without saying a word when his mind moved slightly.

"Hashimoto, I remember that after graduation you seemed to have gone to Mantik"

Nodded, Hashimoto Takaichi looked at his friend.

"Although I went to Mantik, I can't compare with Qi Xinjun. Among all my classmates, I was afraid that no one could compare with Qi Xinjun, the deputy manager of **, the largest industrial company in Asia. My achievements really made me feel ashamed."

Hashimoto's praise made Guan Zhenming's expression extremely unnatural. Although these words were a compliment, in fact, what did he do as the deputy manager of ** company?

Although he has 10,000 yuan in funding a month, he has to run around for the company in Beijing. To put it bluntly, he is just a clerk of **'s company in Beijing. As for the so-called manager, it is just a bone that Li Zhiyuan lost.

"It's just a name"

Guan Zhenming glanced at Takaichi Hashimoto at the speaking stall and said.

"Old friend, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Then he picked up the teacup and took a sip. Seeing that Takashi Hashimoto was stunned, he continued.

"In recent years, you Japanese have caused him Li Zhiyuan to cause trouble. First, they dug up workers from Dalian's Japanese factory, and then tripped you up in Qingdao. If I didn't expect to be wrong, hum..."

With a sneer, looking at Takaichi Hashimoto, Guan Zhenming narrowed his eyes.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Look at what you said, Qi Xinjun"

Hashimoto said with a slightly correct expression.

"If you want to say that you have no credit for the past few years, you have worked hard, but how did Li Zhiyuan treat you? Qi Xinjun know more than anyone else. Qi Xinjun is the truth. Now Li Zhiyuan resists the Japanese soldiers in Jiaoao and acts as a mantis arm to drive a chariot. When the main force of the first fleet arrives, Jiaoao can instantly defeat you. Even Lianyungang can't stop the Japanese soldiers?"

Pier Hutong is closed.

Guan Mianjun, wearing a light robe, was sitting in his study with his nephew Guan Zhenming discussing the matter. The little girl poured tea carefully. Moreover, there was a map of China Railway hanging on the wall behind Guan Mianjun. The railway map was different from the railway map outside. The railway map used more than a dozen kinds of colors. Each kind of colors represented a different railway line. To be precise, the ownership of the railway line. Each kind of colors represented the country behind the railway company, and the only ones used to represent China were just those railways. The colorful railways were like piercing into the tentacles of the Chinese octopus, sucking the wealth that was not much in this country.

However, forty-three-year-old Guan Mianjun is wearing old-fashioned round glasses and has a Western-style beard. Although he is thin, he also has a bit of the elegance of a literary man.

Putting down the teacup, Guan Mianjun looked at his nephew who had not spoken for a moment. The two had been talking for a long time before, but now they fell into silence again. So Guan Mianjun took the initiative to break the silence and said softly.

"I read the newspaper today. The newspaper said that in the past few days, only one place in Beijing raised nearly one million yuan in donations for the Jiaoao defenders."

"That's right? The Jiangsu Army has gained face for us Chinese in Jiaoao, so everyone is naturally happy to donate."

Seeing that his uncle asked about this, Guan Zhenming quickly spoke.

"But although there are many fundraising, it is not a long way to fight like this."

Put down the teacup in his hand, glanced at Guan Mianjun and raised his hand.

"You are still young, you don't understand. Since this battle has started now, you have to fight no matter what. Humph, I have to fight sooner or later. Now I'll fight it a few years ago."

Guan Mianjun's tone was extremely serious, but he added immediately.

"A war must be fought. If we don't fight and lose the Japanese ambitions, we China will probably not be able to live a peaceful life for a day."

When my uncle said that, Guan Zhenming asked him to light a cigarette.

"But Japan is not easy to mess with. They have fleets. What do we have? There are British people blocking them in Weihaiwei, and there are navies from various countries at the mouth of Yangtze River. The Japanese dare not act rashly, but Lianyun? Lianyun is not Qingdao. Qingdao has a fortress and a fortress. What do Lianyun have? If the Japanese go to fight Lianyun, it is even if Zhiyuan has the ability to reach the sky, it will be useless."

The nephew's words made Guan Mianjun silent for a moment, and then looked at the yard and said.

"Japan is not easy to mess with, but they must know that China is not easy to mess with, otherwise China will really not be able to calm down."

Guan Mianjun had his own considerations. In fact, after Jiaoao was launched, all China understood the Japanese ambitions for China. It was precisely because of this that everyone understood that this battle would have to be fought no matter what. If they lost, the Japanese would be even more ambitious. Without the restraint of the great powers such as Britain, France, Germany and the United States, the Japanese would not be able to hold on to the sky. Maybe they would think about swallowing the whole of China. Then, it would be too late to fight again.

Guan Zhenming said worriedly when his uncle said his uncle's words.

"This Japanese is planning to send a fleet to Lianyungang. If Lianyungang is tied, Jiaoao will not be able to defend it."

With a slight brow jump, Guan Mianjun said without moving.

"Zhenming, when my uncle knows that you have a high heart in your life, you have to know one thing, what can you do and what can't be done? If you collude with the Japanese, even if you really get a slap, you're probably a puppet. What's more, how can the Japanese not be jealous of the Longhai Railway? Without the railway and without an affiliated area, will the ** or six things still be done?"

Guan Zhenming was silent. He had already said the words of Hashimoto Takaichi and his uncle before, but now he finally understood what his uncle meant.

"But, uncle, our Guan family has been very good at treating Li Zhiyuan in recent years. What did he give us? My deputy manager seems to be glorious, but you know that this deputy manager is just a reputation."

"Confused"

With a snorkeling, Guan Mianjun turned his face and looked at his nephew coldly.

"Zhenming, what can you do and what can't be done? You know better than my uncle. If you say that you collude with the Japanese and swallow Lianyungang, what will you become? Fame, then you will become really famous in China."

Then, fearing that Guan Zhenming would not understand what he meant, Guan Mianjun added.

"For some people, you should slowly change them. Li Zhiyuan doesn't believe you. In recent years, you can't believe you. Tell me, is this his fault or your fault? If he has prejudice against you, you have to think about changing his view of you. If your view changes, you will naturally have a place to use it."

“But how to change?”

Guan Zhenming was stunned. His colorful intestines were placed there, how could Li Zhiyuan easily believe him?

"Isn't it just an opportunity now?"

"The Japanese want to send the first fleet to Lianyungang"

Looking at the telegram in his hand, Li Zicheng fell silent. He had always believed that the battlefield would be in Jiaoao, at most it would be expanded to the Shandong Peninsula. As for Lianyungang, it might be affected, but it would never become a battlefield. But now Guan Zhenming's telegram has changed everything.

"Can intelligence be confirmed?"

Jiang Zuobin frowned slightly. In order to cooperate with the Jiaoao battlefield, the First Division and the Eighth Division had been transferred north to at least the border map of the two provinces of Shandong and Suzhou, and were ready to go to Jiaoao at any time. Now, there is only one corps of Lianyungang at most, with more than 11,000 armed police.

"It should be credible"

Nodded, Li Zicheng also had a hint of doubt in his heart.

Why did Guan Zhenming reject the Japanese? The Japanese need a ** company manager. In the past few years, he has been trying to gain a place in the company, but every time he has been making a wedding dress for himself. This time the Japanese took the initiative to come to him. This time his success was far more successful than in the past, but he refused and told himself the news, asking himself to prepare early to prevent the Japanese from occupying Lianyun.

Guan Zhenming

Li Zicheng was silent as he recited this name. If the news was true, it seemed that he had indeed thought about him wrongly. At least, there was not a trace of desirability in this person.

"The most important thing now is to defend Lianyungang. Compared with Jiaoao, Lianyun is undoubtedly more important. Lianyun is an industrial base in China, and Jiaoao is just a port. If Lianyun is occupied, then for us, it will be a complete loss of foundation."

Looking at the strategic commander who was in deep thought, Jiang Zuobin spoke and reminded him.

"So, I suggest that the Third Division and the Eighth Division should be transferred back to Lianyun, and all five divisions adapted from the Labor Corps should be transferred to Lianyun area..."
To be continued...