Holding the fish soup, the white porcelain bowl was steaming, and suddenly, there was a rumbling sound in my ears, not obvious, but I could hear it clearly. Mei Jinrong frowned, but saw Fang Xuan put down the fish soup, and said softly: "It's an airplane, it's high, and the voice is quieter." ”

Mei Jinrong knew that it was an airplane, but he couldn't believe that now they had dared to fly the plane over the military region. After a while, there was a knock on the door, and it was Wu Shi: "Chief of Staff, the division commander called you for a meeting, urgent." Woods had a serious expression.

Mei Jinrong turned to look at Fang Xuan: "I'm sorry, Miss Fang." Wu Shi, send Miss Fang back. ”

"No, Brother Zhao is waiting outside, you better go quickly, this time, it should be a real big deal."

Watching Fang Xuan leave in the car when he got up, Mei Jinrong turned around and walked quickly to the division commander's office, the empty office was already full of people.

"Jinrong, here." Teacher Yu stood in front of his desk and recruited Mei Jinrong.

Mei Jinrong approached and was about to salute, but was stopped by the division commander raising his hand: "Excuse me, you come here." ”

The 88th Division is one of the three most elite German armor divisions, after Mei Jinrong returned to China, many people came to visit, complimenting the old general Tiger Father without a dog, but he was also afraid that he would really take this big Buddha, the only seedling of the Mei family, who dared to lead it in his own small temple, but on the surface polite, there were few sincere feelings.

Later, the old general's letter was directly handed to the Central Military Academy, to this, Mei Jinrong since returning to China is regarded as an idle position, the Central Military Academy Teaching Corps Training Commander, as soon as I heard it, it was a temporary position, Mei Jinrong was young at the time, and thought that he could show his talents, but when he arrived in the army, he knew that he was just writing a training plan, imparting experience, and giving lessons to military academy students by the way.

Yu Jishi was already the commander of the 88th Division at that time, and the division had just been formed for more than a year. It's good to be well-equipped, but if you can't use it, you can't help but get angry.

It just so happened that Mei Jinrong was in a firearms class that day, talking about the German-style gun he knew best, Yu Jishi, who was passing by, heard it, and actually stood at the door and listened to the whole class, until Mei Jinrong shouted out of class, Yu Jishi turned his head and asked the person who received him with a particularly excited expression: "Who is this person, I want him, you and Lao Gao said, I won't go, let him send people to the 88th Division in a few days, that's all." With that, he turned around and left.

After all, the 88th Division at that time did not even have a single person who knew German, so many sophisticated equipment that made people blush could only be piled up in the warehouse, and the people who touched the most should be the guards who took care of the warehouse.

"Did you hear that?" Division Commander Yu pointed upward.

"Yes." Mei Jinrong nodded, her expression solemn.

"The little devil is giving us a fight." Seeing that the atmosphere was too tense, Master Yu's tone relaxed a little.

"What's more, flying at a low altitude in the military region, it's not that the pilot is drunk, or it's a clear provocation." Deputy division commander Li Yannian said in passing.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the office relaxed, but Mei Jinrong still frowned, staring at the battle chart on the table: "No, it's not that simple." ”

Mei Jinrong unconsciously read out the words in her heart, and Yu Jishi looked at him: "Jinrong, what's wrong." ”

Mei Jinrong glanced at Yu Jishi, thought for a while, his tone was steady but his expression was rarely solemn: "You should remember that at the beginning of the year, the Japanese army just created the Chadong Incident, and afterwards Mei Jin Mijiro signed an agreement with Chairman He, and not long ago, he instigated the autonomy of the five provinces in North China, from the northeast to North China, and now it has arrived in Nanjing, and it still flies over the head of our division. Although there is no clear battle to determine, the siren of all-out war has suddenly sounded with the roaring plane.

The office was silent all of a sudden, everyone held their breath, and everyone realized that although the city of Nanjing today is still as peaceful as ever, dressed in the cloak of national peace and security, this fragile peace is like a baby's skin, which is broken at the touch of a touch, and then the blood does not know it.

When Fang Xuan was sent back to Fang's house, it was already past dinner, Meng Xiaohui got down a bowl of noodles and brought it into Fang Xuan's house, seeing that she had finished eating, she had no intention of leaving, Fang Xuan knew what her mother wanted to ask.

"Mother, I have already agreed with Mr. Mei, he should come to the house in two days." When Meng Xiaohui heard her say this, although she was relieved in her heart, she couldn't help but feel aggrieved for her daughter, even if she heard that the future son-in-law's net worth, appearance, and knowledge were all rare.

"Simmering, aggrieved?"

"I'm not wronged, but I'm a little reluctant to you" said that he was not aggrieved, but he was afraid, after all, he was still a little girl.

"Mother, brother, do they know?"

"I haven't said it yet, I'll ask your father to write a letter back tomorrow, if your eldest brother knows, I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing, you also know what they look like."

Fang Xuan thought of his brother's virtue, and laughed out loud, fortunately, now that the third brother is in the army, the eldest brother is still quite calm, otherwise, I don't know what to be annoyed about.

I don't know if it's the induction between family members, after breakfast, Fang Zhenguo's letter was delivered, a total of two, and the other one had Qiao Luo's name written on it.

Half a month ago, Fang Zhenguo went to the fourth room, when he was about to write a letter to send to Nanjing, not long before the Chinese New Year, Fang Zhenguo asked Fang Qingli when he was going to return to Fengtian, and asked Fang Xingguo if he also wanted to write a letter and send it together. It happened that Qiao Luo came to the house that day to ask for advice, I don't know if it was the induction between family members, after breakfast, Fang Zhenguo's letter was sent over, a total of two, and the other one had Qiao Luo's name written on it.

Half a month ago, Fang Zhenguo went to the fourth room, when he was about to write a letter to send to Nanjing, not long before the Chinese New Year, Fang Zhenguo asked Fang Qingli when he was going to return to Fengtian, and asked Fang Xingguo if he also wanted to write a letter and send it together. It just so happened that Qiao Luo came to the house that day to ask for advice, Fang Zhenguo had also seen her twice, knowing that she was a friend of his sister, the little girl was studious and knowledgeable, and occasionally he met her at school, and he would also guide her easily.

Fang Zhenguo nodded at him, and walked towards Fang Xingguo with a letter paper: "Xingguo, I wrote a letter to send to Nanjing, do you have anything to write, write it, and I will send it to the post office together." ”

Fang Xingguo took the letter paper and picked up the pen, except for asking his parents about their life in Nanjing, most of them were concerned about his sister's situation. hasn't finished writing yet, listening to Qiao Luo's mouth, Qiao Luo speaks softly, except for asking questions, he rarely takes the initiative to speak, and most of the two of them read separately together.

"Brother Fang, can you give me a piece of paper, I want to write a letter to Xuanxuan, and I will trouble Big Brother to send it together." Qiao Luo seemed to have made a rude request, and lowered his head after speaking, and his whole face turned red to his neck.

Although Fang Zhenguo didn't expect it, he also knew that his sister had helped the little girl in front of him a lot, and the two of them were also a rare fate. smiled heartily: "No problem, if that girl receives your letter, she will be happy for a long time." After speaking, Fang Zhenguo took a pen and paper and handed it to Qiao Luo, Qiao Luo thanked him and turned around and returned to the seat just now, and thought for a while before picking up the pen and starting to write, with a serious expression, he stopped writing and writing, and when he wrote in the middle, he didn't know what to think of, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, very happy.