Jinling, the bald official residence.

"Mother, Xipi! Did he Song Zheyuan eat the gall of the ambitious leopard? With such a big movement, he didn't even say hello in advance, and still put me, the head of the tail garden, in his eyes? What a bastard! ”

In the next second, the spacious office things were swept to the ground by the bald heads, crackling.

Colonel Guojun, who was standing opposite the bald head, was startled, his body was tense and straight, and he didn't dare to say a word.

"Still looking for me for military pay? Want to make up for your battle damage? Dream! ”

The bald head snorted and scolded for a long time, and finally raised his eyes to look at the colonel standing in front of him, who didn't even dare to breathe.

"Mingcheng, you say, what does this Song Zheyuan want to do? Otherwise, you immediately telegraphed Zhang Xueliang and asked him to fly to Chahar immediately and ask him face to face what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of Song Zheyuan, which was guaranteed by him back then! ”

Colonel Guojun's name is Lin Zhong, whose name is Mingcheng, and he is now a bald-headed personal internal affairs officer.

"Mr. O, this matter ...... Do you think again? Lin Mingcheng's voice was very low, and his tone was full of temptation.

After following the bald head for so long, he naturally knows the bald man's character very well.

He has never been soft on those who do things against him.

Song Zheyuan broke out into a conflict with the Japanese on such a scale at this time, which made the bald head who had been busy with encirclement and suppression very annoyed.

The three eastern provinces, plus Rehe, the grasslands, and parts of Chahar, are at least close to two million square kilometers, and a bald head can willingly give them to the Japanese?

Putting aside the national righteousness for the time being, just for the vast resources of that land, the bald head is not willing to be so cheap little devil.

It's just that he really doesn't have the energy to deal with the Japanese now, and of course, more importantly, he doesn't have troops.

The true purpose of the little devil is also very clear, although he is not a qualified military strategist, but at least he has a very keen political vision.

He knew that what the Japanese wanted was the whole of China!

But if he chooses to completely tear his face with the Japanese now, he really doesn't have the slightest confidence.

The troops were not adequately prepared, and their material and financial resources were insufficient.

But under such circumstances, Song Zheyuan ate a brigade of the Japanese alive!

Can the little devil just give up?

Before Chahar's good news arrived, the Japanese letter of inquiry was placed on his desk first.

How is he going to put an end to the incident?

It is definitely not possible to send Chahar out, but if you want to stabilize the little devil temporarily, you can't do it without giving enough sweetness.

Lin Mingcheng asked him to think about it, and the meaning was very clear.

Song Zheyuan's 29th Army is now a benchmark for resisting Japan in the hearts of most Chinese people.

Therefore, no matter how angry he was in his heart, he couldn't move Song Zheyuan and the 29th Army at this time.

Besides, to be able to give the little devil such a hard time, in fact, the bald man's heart is also dark.

In the middle of the night, the bald head spoke faintly again:

"You say, Song Zheyuan recently incorporated a team?"

Lin Mingcheng hurriedly responded:

"Yes, the head of the tail garden, the number is the provisional third division."

"Where's the team?"

"It is said that he came from the northeast, and it was originally an anti-Japanese team formed by the common people spontaneously, but later he came to Rehe and cleaned up Zhang Haipeng, so the Japanese have transferred him back to Xinjing.

When that team entered Rehe, there were only about 1,000 people, but in just a month or so, it grew to four or five thousand people, not to mention the two divisions that disabled Zhang Haipeng, and abducted one of the division commanders named Zhou Zuopeng, and the two teams were combined into one, which is now the provisional third division under the command of Song Zheyuan. ”

The bald head listened patiently, and the two eyebrows were already twisted together.

"A team formed spontaneously by ordinary people? Deficit head? ”

Lin Mingcheng naturally knew what the bald head meant, and quickly shook his head:

"Based on what we know so far, this team is not a deficit leader, but it should have had some intersection with it before."

The bald voice suddenly cooled:

"Mother, Xipi! That's still there? Is he Song Zheyuan tired of living? ”

Lin Mingcheng didn't dare to answer.

After a while, seeing that the bald man's face softened a little, he spoke again:

"Chief Ozono, now that the Northeast is completely in the hands of the Japanese, the deficit is ...... There shouldn't be much power either; In his humble opinion, this team should have nothing to do with it.

Moreover, if they are moved now, not only Song Zheyuan's 29th Army may not be able to control it, but the Japanese are also likely to take the opportunity to attack Chahar. ”

After listening to Lin Mingcheng's words, the bald head fell silent again.

Indeed, the little devil has never been the kind of master who is content with a little sweetness.

Now, their hand has reached North China, and a small part of the Hanfuqu area has now been effectively controlled by them, and there is still momentum to further control the Beijing-Tianjin region.

Now, if there is a compromise, the result can only be to let the Japanese take another big step, and the situation will be even more unfavorable for the bald head.

"Inform Yunong and let him investigate this team thoroughly, he must be fast!"

After the bald head finished speaking, he leaned back into the sofa with his eyes closed.

Regarding the bald head's reaction, Liu Cheng, who was thousands of miles away, had already guessed that eight or nine were not far from ten.

But this kind of thing hadn't happened in his previous life, so although he could roughly think of the bald attitude, I couldn't guess how he would solve it.

After all, with the character of a little devil, if you don't reap the benefits, you will definitely not give up.

But if the bald head can be a little tougher this time, the little devil will probably have to knock out his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

After all, they are not ready for a full-scale war and do not dare to declare war on the bald heads on this.

Just when Liu Cheng was pondering the possible changes that might happen next, Tang Zhenhu walked in with a man in tow.

Liu Cheng raised his eyes and looked at the man with some doubts, and couldn't help frowning.

Full of anger.

This was Liu Cheng's first impression of that person.

A face was dirty, covered with dark and brown things, and even the facial features could not be seen clearly; There was no clean place on the clothes on the body, and there were a few places that could clearly be seen to be bloodstained.

"What's going on?" Liu Cheng asked with a frown.

"Battalion commander, we just found it in an alley in the city, this kid robbed us first, bitten a devil to death, when we went, the blood on his face mixed with the soil on the ground, it was almost dry, but he still didn't say anything!"

Liu Cheng set his gaze on the man again, his gaze was a little complicated.

It was clear that something must have happened to this man, and a lot of hatred was building up in his heart.

And the object of hatred is the Japanese.