The Fengtian Railway Station in the early autumn morning still has a hint of coolness. But the heavily armed Japanese military police and the spies all over the place made this coolness a step heavier. However, with the lifting of martial law, the atmosphere of Xiao Xiao began to be replaced by the hustle and bustle.

Zhang Zuolin tightened the general's uniform. In addition to feeling a little cold, the chill in my heart gradually floated. It was an instinct that had been cultivated through many years of danger and a career as a bandit, and he had always felt as if something was going to happen today.

Today, Prince Zaihito Kanin, the younger brother of the Emperor of Japan, will return to Japan from Russia via Mukden. In such a big battle, Japan's high-ranking military and political officials in Mukden will all come out to greet him, especially the Kwantung Governor Yujiro Nakamura and other dignitaries will definitely attend, and as a "close" ally of the Japanese, Zhang Zuolin will go to Mukden Station to greet and see him off no matter what.

Because of the martial law imposed by the Japanese army, Zhang Zuolin's guards could not be protected closely. With no guards around him, he suddenly felt like a naked man stripped naked, standing in front of the crowd without any majesty. It was at this moment that he felt a chill on his body.

It was only on this occasion that Feng Delin and Zhang Zuolin, who had already fought to the death on the surface, had the opportunity to stay together, look at each other mechanically for a moment, and then turn their faces and smile to accept the greetings of the Japanese officers, ministers, influential political and economic members in Mukden, and high-ranking officials in Mukden.

Not far away, Major General Doi was hidden in the crowd, watching Zhang Zuolin's every move. General Zhang, who was standing in the wind, didn't know all this. Beside him, the flag is picturesque, and the military music is a song.

To be honest, for this courtesy visit, Zhang Zuolin has never remembered anything. Prince Zairen's remarks about Sino-Japanese goodwill are just clichés and have no new meaning. Of course, Zhang Zuolin also showed his true character and swore to accept the kindness of the Japanese prince. Chatting with this distinguished person is far less pleasant than intrigue with the top brass of the Kwantung Army.

Zhang Hanqing was also invited. He had a lot of friendships with some Japanese magnates in Mukden, as well as with Shigeru Honjo, the director of the railway guards stationed in Mukden, which, of course, refers to the original owner of the body. After having the opportunity to see the majestic military appearance of the Japanese soldiers with his own eyes, Zhang Hanqing became more eager for the training of the new army of the Feng Army.

Yes, the Japanese army is majestic, this is not a fact that can be denied. In fact, the first generation of the Japanese army was indeed a well-trained and fearless generation of death, which was not inferior or even better than the soldiers of other major countries in the world. Praising the enemy does not mean denying oneself, the kind of Japanese soldiers like the pigs depicted in many modern anti-Japanese dramas is actually a great insult to countless revolutionary martyrs who have donated for the country---- Japanese officers and soldiers like pigs in movies and television have let China fight the War of Resistance for 14 years? This is not an insult to Chinese soldiers, what is it?

After only a short stop, Prince Jaehion headed south to Dalian, preparing to return to China via Korea after inspecting his "Kwantung Prefecture." After the song ended, Zhang Zuolin felt even more depressed.

On the way back, there is no rain or shine.

It's not been peaceful recently, and the accompanying guards are also extremely vigilant along the way. After Zhang Zuolin became a marshal, under the persuasion of the guards, he also changed his travel style. Before, he liked to ride on a tall horse, and suddenly felt that his perspective was broad, and he looked forward to being proud. Now, he is much more low-key, and in public, he tries not to ride a horse, but to ride a carriage. The carriages are made of thickened wooden planks, and the outside is also covered with a layer of iron sheet, which can resist the impact of the Maxim machine gun.

Zhang Hanqing insisted on not taking the carriage. On the one hand, he does not want to engage in privileges, which is inconsistent with his concept of preaching the unity of officers and soldiers; Both of them are becoming more and more experienced in horseback riding.

At first it was no, then it was to let go of the ride, and then it was inseparable. In this era of mechanization, it is difficult for a commander with troops to be called a commander if he does not understand the importance of cavalry and the means of warfare, and I heard that Zhang Zuoxiang of the 27th Division and Wu Junsheng stationed in Taoliao are both good at using cavalry. In addition, it is also necessary to take into account the vast and sparsely populated and lush forests in the northeast, and the cavalry is the backbone of the army in any case.

As the group got closer and closer to the General's Mansion, everyone's expressions gradually let go: after passing the Xiaoxi Gate, they were only one district away from the General's Mansion, and they finally arrived home safely.

At the door of his home, Zhang Zuolin is not a hero, but an amiable elder. Although he was born as a bandit, he was able to unite so many heroes from all walks of life, and in just a dozen years in the official history, he changed from a prince to a central overlord, and his affinity is self-evident. In Mukden, he never allowed any officers and soldiers to disturb the people, and he also took many measures that were beneficial to the people. And the common people also love "Zhang Qingtian" who loves them to the best of their ability. The handsome car is familiar to the people of Fengtian.

"Dashuai has worked hard!" This is Uncle Wang, who is reading the newspaper, greeting the big man from under his reading glasses.

"Dashuai, this is a freshly baked bun, it's still hot, you always take it to relieve the cold." This is the diligence of the "old wallet shop".

"Dashuai..."This is Huang Juren, who walked the dog, greeting Zhang Zuolin.

"Handsome, you are a good old man", this is the voice of He Sanye, who sells vegetables on the street.

Zhang Zuolin enjoys this feeling of being loved, and the simple thoughts of ordinary people can only be expressed with some simple items, which may not be very valuable, but this amount is nothing compared. This is also the fundamental reason why Zhang Zuolin can be based in Fengtian and proud of the south.

People's hearts!

He asked the coachman to slow down, lifted the curtain, and saluted the people outside the curtain with his fists: "Thank you, folks, how can Zhang Zuolin dare to be loved by you!" These are his heartfelt words, and his courtesy is sincere. In these things, Zhang Dashuai, who was born as a bandit, is more realistic than many people from professional classes in the officialdom.

Not far ahead, someone pulled a rickshaw and wanted to turn around. Since the roadside was full of stalls, the road was too narrow when it turned around, and the handlebar was against the corner of the wall on one side, and it was too eager to turn around, so it had to fall backwards. But maybe he was panicked when he saw Zhang Zuolin and his party coming over, but he didn't dare to fall, so he crossed the side of the road and waited for Zhang Zuolin to pass first. However, the horses are feasible, and the width of the car is not enough for Zhang Zuolin, and the coachman's kindness seems to be specially blocking the road.

Zhang Zuolin smiled slightly, and thought: "I, Lao Zhang, am not fierce, why are you so afraid of me?" Xiao Liuzi often asks me to invite people to buy the hearts of the people, and I am also polite to the people, and I generally do not get angry. It's been a few months and this kind of thing, failure, failure! ”

Do a full set of plays. Zhang Zuolin waved his hand open-mindedly, signaled the guards to stop, and waited for the coachman to adjust the car before leaving. Although these guards are coarse and coarse, they also often play with handsome, and of course they understand the holy will. When everyone stopped, someone shouted to the coachman: "How can the handsome man compete with the old folks?" You turn around, we'll wait for you. ”

Hearing the guard's words, the coachman was very grateful, so he calmly turned around, and then pulled the cart and trotted towards Zhang Zuolin.

The weather is still cold, and the people walking in the streets and alleys are still wearing long coats to protect against the cold, and this coachman is no exception. He is only twenty years, which is the age of being a good man, and he pulls up the car and is vigorous. However, Zhang Zuolin looked at this running young man, and suddenly had an ominous premonition, which was the precious wealth of his many years of bloody career. Because in the kung fu of turning around, Zhang Zuolin saw that he was carrying a heavy bulging package. For a coachman, this is not normal!

At the same time, Zhang Hanqing also felt that something was wrong. At the same time, this person's running posture is too straightforward, and the waist board is also very straight. This body, this running posture, is very similar, very similar, very similar to the pace of military training, a board and a glance, sonorous and powerful.

Oh, military training. Hey, military training! What is associated with military training?

It's a soldier!

Thinking of the methods used by the Japanese to deal with Zhang Zuolin in history, a word suddenly popped up in Zhang Hanqing's heart: assassination! He slapped his horse forward and shouted, "Stop! So he stopped the coachman.

Almost at the same time, several horses came galloping in the distance, and Gao Jiyi was the first. Seeing Zhang Zuolin and his party, he shouted as he ran: "Handsome, there are assassins!" "Rushing to catch up, it's still a step slow.

After Date and the others were caught, they implemented the Japanese spirit of dead pigs not afraid of boiling water, and no matter how hard Gao Jiyi and others tried to ask, they could not open his tongue. Gao Jiyi is not an immortal, he knows that there must be a conspiracy for these Japanese to carry so many bombs, but in any case, he can't imagine that their purpose is Zhang Zuolin.

Interrogated overnight, Gao Jiyi almost sleeplessly stayed awake. The torture of the Japanese was to risk the death of their heads, especially since Date was clearly in collusion with the Japanese military. However, the instinct of the intelligence officer demanded that he must ask what was going on, after all, the other party was doing something outside the Japanese sphere of influence in Mukden, and the young marshal's request for the Fengqi Bureau was to "uphold the supremacy of national interests", and this matter had to be clarified.

In the end, he was heartbroken, anyway, people were arrested, and the matter was big, if he didn't ask for an ugly man, if the Japanese consulate came to ask for someone, it would not end well, Gao Jiyi finally decided to use torture. did not notify the immediate boss Zhang Hanqing, firstly, the nature of Zhang Hanqing was different after he came forward, and secondly, it was also early in the morning, Zhang Hanqing was already very hard to train in the lecture hall for half a day and stay in the guard brigade for half a day, so he really didn't want to bother.

Don't look at the Ita people who look like dogs, they can't hold up geometry under the whip of the Bureau. At that time, the people of Mukden hated and feared the Japanese, and they had the opportunity to govern small Japan, and the executioners were not ambiguous, and the usual seven points of lightness and hardness were increased to more than ten points. Seeing that there were still many items such as chili water and tiger bench that had not been completed and that his body was already like a thorn bush, the spirit of bushido collapsed at this moment.

Date finally said that he planned to assassinate Zhang Zuolin and others on the return trip to the Japanese prince's greeting party, and Gao Jiyi heard the news

Amazed. But no matter how carefully he tortured the details, Date only knew his mission, and as for how the assassination was carried out and how many passers-by were there, he was also a smear.

Gao Jiyi, who knew that the situation was severe, immediately hit his horse and ran to the Shuaifu, but learned that the old and young marshals had been gone for a long time. Calculating the itinerary, it may not be too late to wait until someone informs the Overseer. Therefore, Gao Jiyi made a quick decision, and while informing the duty room of the guard brigade to quickly arrange manpower rescue, he personally led a few people to the station. At the same time as Zhang Zuolin and his party were just seen, the assassination had already begun.

The driver suddenly became unsettled, he shook off the rickshaw and untied the package from behind his back with both hands. With a slight stroke and a hand, a string of things emitting green smoke crossed over Zhang Hanqing's head and flew towards Zhang Zuolin's carriage, with a loud "boom" in an instant.

A series of actions are like flowing water, all in one go.

This is an unpredictable situation.