If it is not until the time of the mountain is exhausted, when the line of life and death is in the line, ask which warlord is willing to declare the field and give up the power in his own hands.In the world, the gun is the silver of the white flower, the beauty of Jinna.

“Oh, yeah?Brother, do you have a way?”Qi Weiyuan seemed to see a straw floating on the water that could save lives, and grabbed his old hand and asked urgently.

"Faith, the honor heard that you have withheld a telegram from Yu Shuai?"

Hearing this, Qi Wei Yuan jerked two times, did not say yes or say no, no.

But just by looking at this attitude, you can already guess the answer you want.

"Faith, we really have no soldiers in our hands, but Wu Peifu has ah, his 14th division has not been stationed in Pukou!"

Qi Weiyuan struggled out of a crowd of men, his eyes flickering, as if he struggled several times in his mind.

“Although the 14th Division is near, how can I listen to my dispatch?”I'm afraid it's over the fire."After a few thoughts, he was discouraged.

“The so-called cold mouth!If Jiangsu is lost, Beijing is in danger, and I will not dare to sit down to see my Jiangsu fall.”The old man Zhang Xun's gray hair was up and down, and continued: "othing handsome, on this time of danger, when there is a grievance to seek the whole."

"You mean..." Zhang Xun's words were like a basin of cold water, so that Qi Weiyuan was sobering a lot.

"Call Shanghai, sincerely ask Hanbahang north to Nanjing, according to the order of President Cao, now in the land of Jiangnan, can reasonably and legally mobilize only Hanbahang alone."

“Quick, call the commander of Han Baihang... no, no, it is the deputy commander of the coalition of Korea...”Another general stood out, he said: "Fu Shuai, before we not only rebelled, did not comb the whole army in accordance with the agreement, the implementation of Han Baihang's command does not say, but also detained the appointment of the telegram sent by President Cao Da, so, how can Han Baihang not hate us Jiangsu."In addition, behind Han Baihang also Wu Peifu, today's battle bureau to such a step, if this battle won in the hands of Han Baihang, he is a famous war, my Jiangsu department of the generals but the face of the face lost, from now on in front of the Lopai can no longer lift the head.

Especially...”

"Moreover, after this war, Han Baihang is like the sun and the sky, how do I Jiangsu respond?"He knows all about his own men’s filth.

“A handsome light!”

“The shit!”He slapped him, snapped, and slapped the king’s sea.Wang Hai, commander of the Nanjing garrison, covered his face but did not dare to return his mouth.

“I tell you!No one in the world will be remembered to be hated, but the gun is the real one who can kill your dog!”Qi Yanyuan lingered on his revolver, which was on the door of Wang Hai’s head.

"As long as you can save Jiangsu, the rest is after the words!"He said harshly.

“Yes!”With the experience of Wang Hai's previous car, the house was full of awe, and all accepted the military order neatly.

Qi Weiyuan turned his head to look south from the window and muttered, “Han Baihang, they all say that you are a young man, well, this time, let me see if your name will be veritable!”

The staff officer who had just taken the message that Qi Weiyuan had drafted the signature to be sent to Han Baihang had just returned, and Qi Weiyuan looked at him and frowned: “How did you come back?”

"Fucking handsome, the telegraph room said, said..." The staff officer was holding the folder, and the look of the backs on me was a little ugly.

“What did the telegraph room say?”

“The radio signal of Master Han is gone and there is no contact.”The staff officer bowed his head and did not dare to look at him, the more he said the voice, the lower the voice.

The man only felt that his eyes were dark, and the last hope was cut off.

The Huangpu River at night in Shanghai is perhaps the most deserted place in Greater Shanghai, and several pedestrians who come and go are in a hurry to get dressed.A short-hitting earthy gray coarse cloth often worn by a broken rickshaw driver, with a jujube-red coarse cloth belt tightly tied to the waist, and the skin of the wall-colored melon on the head.

The little hat pulled tightly blocked the whole brain.

The man was dangling on the edge of the bridge, raising his eyelids from time to time to look around, and the light that should have been scattered in the eyes of the godless.

"Brother, borrow a fire."Suddenly the voice came from behind the man, like a ghost suddenly coming out of the ground.The man did not turn his head, but only pointed forward.“Brothers are trainers!”The man behind a word broke the rickshaw driver to dress up the man's intention, do not turn around is afraid of being attacked, and he pointed before his foot is convenient to avoid the attack behind, if the back does not know is the enemy is a friend of the guy suddenly upset, this man a iron bridge can be

flashing away.

The man behind it was not difficult for him to take the initiative to go around in front of him, and the man wore the top of Shanghai's most fashionable pure black belt along the hat.A small dress, like a dinner party from which celebrities just left.

The dress man pulled the corner of the dress, looked to the left and right, and smiled at the man dressed in the coachman: "I heard that the brothers have some doorways, inside and outside."

The coachman looked up and down at him and said, “Where is the brother going?”

“Pukou.”The dress man was still laughing, but the moment of his two words, the man dressed in the coachman's face changed instantly.

He took two steps forward and said, "Brothers have no other guns."

“It’s just business.”The dress man was immovable and said very calm.

The coachman man withdrew, looked up and down with a few eyes on each other, and said, "Six people, each of the six thousand!"

The dress man tugged at the corner, as if laughing, without really laughing, and he said, "I heard that a man is only five hundred, right?"

"Brother, it is now wartime, how much more..." the coachman's man stared at the eyes of the dress man, and said, "Brothers are afraid that what the brothers do is the sale of human life."Money... but it can't buy life."

The identity of the dress man was seen through by the coachman at a glance, but he was not confused, did not admit it, but no longer denied it.On the contrary, it is a bit of a bad thought.

“Well, six thousand is six thousand, the sooner the better!”After thinking for a moment, the dress man finally made up his mind.

"Tomorrow morning at four o'clock, South Water Pier, Idke!"Only the ocean.”The coachman turned around and left.The dress man watched each other leave, took off the top hat, revealing the essence of the real face, Gao Hongyi, the head of the second group of the Third Brigade of the Central Third Division, Han Baihang's confidant.He smiled at his mouth and seemed to be playing with something.