After being silent for dozens of seconds, Yan Laoxi said: "From the strategic layout, it should not be, almost all of Shanxi is my Jin Sui army fighting, Wei Lihuang will go out of Shanxi after Jiaozuo, the direction of attack is Shijiazhuang, the two group armies of the fifth theater will hardly stop in Shanxi, I am afraid that the little bastard will deliberately block me, and leave garrisons everywhere along the way, then our life will not be easy." Eight?? 1. Chinese ≈."

"As long as their main force is out of Shanxi, we are afraid of him?"

Yan Laoxi glanced at Yang Aiyuan and said, "Not afraid? Could it be that you still dare to drive it away by force? Hundreds of thousands of troops are serving on the flanks, and there are the Eighth Route Army in Xinkou and Yangquan to hold the two main roads, we have a total of more than 100,000 horses, and people can destroy you in minutes with a shout, and there is nowhere to escape? ”

Yang Aiyuan stopped squeaking, and his face was frustrated.

Although Yang Aiyuan is the deputy commander-in-chief of the Second Theater and the commander-in-chief of the Sixth Army, his tactical level is very average, and he is known for his loyalty and prudence in the Jin army, and his popularity is very good, so he has won the trust and reuse of Yan Laoxi, but at least he still has self-knowledge, if Jiang Haoran really thinks about Shanxi, the Jin Suijun does not even have the qualifications to fight against him.

After a long time, Yang Aiyuan said faintly: "Maybe it's not that bad, after all, Wei Lihuang is now clearly also Li Zongji's person, and Yu Xuezhong's department and Wang Linji's department are even troops belonging to the Fifth War Zone, they may not be at the mercy of Jiang Haoran, besides, Li Zongjian probably won't agree, right?" ”

Yan Laoxi pointed to his head and said: "Ge Fei (Yang Aiyuan), you are too simple, Jiang Haoran's technique of combining vertical and horizontal is probably not the second one in the world, do you think that the fifth war zone is still Li Zongjian has the final say?" Mao, transferred out of northern Anhui from his two descendant group armies, Sun Lianzhong was already surnamed Jiang, otherwise where would there be such a coincidence, it was the Northwest Army and the Sichuan Army that crossed the Yellow River. There is also Wei Lihuang, he is now a grandfather who doesn't love his grandmother, the little strength under his hands, and another battle is almost enough for the establishment of a group army, and it is just one size fits all, the first theater of war has become a certain group army, and then it is stuffed under the command of the fifth theater, even if the health system is over, it is a big deal to rebuild it after it is dispersed, and there are no bones left, this is Li Zongjian's truest idea, Wei Lihuang may not know this power, as long as Jiang Haoran is a little entrapment, he will inevitably defect. ”

Yang Aiyuan looked at Yan Laoxi with a look of disbelief.

Yan Laoxi said again: "Don't believe it, I'm afraid that Yan'an is obedient to him now." ”

Yang Aiyuan was shocked and shouted, "This ...... It's impossible, we have been dealing with Yan'an for so many years, these people don't have oil and salt in their eyes, only **, can they listen to the Chongqing government? Or should I say listen to a hairy kid in his twenties? ”

Yan Laoxi snorted coldly and said: "It's not a day or two for the Yan'an people to fight for our territory, right now there are 300,000 of their 300,000 troops near Taiyuan, and it is like taking Taiyuan to take things, and if you take Taiyuan, almost half of Shanxi will basically be in their pockets, according to their temperament, can they lose this fat meat to their mouths?" ”

Yang Aiyuan was shocked: "You are saying that all this was manipulated by Jiang Haoran, why did he do this?" ”

"He ......"

"Report, Deputy Commander-in-Chief Jiang has arrived!"

Yan Laoxi was just about to answer, when a guard's report suddenly came from outside the door, the two looked at each other, hurriedly got up and walked out, just opened the door, and saw Jiang Haoran and Lin Long had already entered the house, and the hearty voice sounded immediately: "Hehe, Commander Yan, the conference room is too noisy, just turn around and turn to your door, I heard that you happen to be at home, you don't mind if you come in to visit by the way?" ”

"Oh, Deputy Commander-in-Chief Jiang is here at the Humble House, it is a great honor for Yan, please, please come in, please come in!"

Jiang Haoran was not polite, and strode into the room, a pair of eyes scanning around the study: "Yo, I didn't expect Commander Yan's study to be so elegant and have so many books." ”

The entire west wall is all bookshelves, with a dazzling array of books on them, Jiang Haoran's curiosity suddenly rose, he really didn't believe that Yan Laoxi, who was like a rich man in Shanxi, was a literati who read poetry and books, only when this shelf of books was all bookcases without a coffin, it was just a vassal elegance, his eyes swept away, and there was actually a Chinese version of Tagore's "Gitanjali", picked out and held it in his hand, the sense of heaviness was obvious, not an empty shell, and he was suddenly a little disappointed, but his mouth said happily: "I didn't expect that Commander Yan was really well-read, Even dabbling in foreign poetry? ”

Yan Laoxi said with a smile: "I can't finish reading the books left by my ancestors, who is interested in reading the beautiful sound, this is the thirteenth year of the Republic of China, Tagore visited Shanxi and personally gave it to me, I heard that this book has also won what 'Ruobel Prize', I turned a few pages, I didn't see anything good, compared to the books left by our ancestors, I don't know how many times worse." ”

Jiang Haoran was surprised, he really hadn't heard of Tagore's visit to Shanxi, and when he opened the title page, there was really a paragraph in English, and there was Tagore's signature underneath.

Yang Aiyuan, who was on the side, said playfully: "When Mr. Tagore came, he was still discussing philosophy with our Commander Yan. ”

"Oh, and that, tell me about it?" Jiang Haoran was interested.

Yang Aiyuan said: "Tagore deliberately embarrassed our commander and asked our commander what oriental culture is, and our commander said: just one word, 'medium'." Tagore was immediately intrigued and asked: What is 'medium'? Our commander replied unhurriedly: The "seed" of the egg with the "seed" is the "middle", this "seed" is inconceivable, it cannot be explained, there is only one seed in the universe, and creation is the "seed" that is grasped, and if the "seed" of all things is extracted from the earth, the earth will become decayed, and if the "middle" is lost in the human process, mankind will fall into misery. ”

"Hahaha......" Yang Aiyuan laughed as he said: "Don't you know, at that time, Tagore was shocked by our commander's remarks, and nodded his head like a rattle, and that guy ...... him"

Yang Aiyuan suddenly saw that Jiang Haoran's face was not good-looking, his voice stopped abruptly, and he looked at Jiang Haoran a little dumbfounded, not knowing what he said wrong.

Jiang Haoran smiled slightly, closed the book, and said: "It is understandable that the 'philosophy of China' survives with weakness in troubled times, but when the situation is already clear, it is self-defeating to still fight the world with this package, and no one likes the grass on the wall." ”

Yang Aiyuan was immediately at a loss, his eyes unconsciously glanced at Yan Laoxi, but now Yan Laoxi's eyes were sharp, with an expression of eagerness to eat himself, and he suddenly only felt that his legs and stomach were weak, and he couldn't wait to shave his ears.