The revolver in Dong Fuxiang's hand was given to him by his friend when he was promoted to admiral after he used troops in Outer Mongolia.

The jet-black and shiny barrel emitted a dark cold light under Dong Fuxiang's wiping for many years.

After taking a strip of white cloth from the side, Dong Fuxiang quietly wiped the pistol back and forth.

After wiping the gun, Dong Fuxiang stood up from his position and looked at the map quietly in a daze. A few minutes later, Dong Fuxiang bowed a few times in the direction of Chengdu, and then returned to his position and sat down.

Bang, a crisp gunshot resounded throughout the courtyard, and as soon as the soldiers outside heard the gunshot, they rushed into Dong Fuxiang's study desperately, but it was already too late. The guards who rushed in saw that Dong Fuxiang had collapsed on the chair, and his head was dripping fresh blood on the ground.

In an uproar, the pro-soldiers who reacted silently knelt on one knee on the ground. "What's going on?" Yang Xinxin, who was still far away, heard the gunshots, and quickly ran back and pushed away the people surrounding it.

"Dashuai, why are you doing this?" Yang, who was kneeling on the ground with a flutter, looked at Dong Fuxiang, who was already lying flat on the ground by the soldiers, and muttered a question.

"Head, good news." With a loud shout, he sprinted to the big and small corners of the Lushun headquarters.

Zhong Lin, who was wearing a general's uniform, was excitedly holding a telegram and running to Liu Jun's office not far away.

The harsh voice made Liu Jun have to put down the documents in his hand and look out of the door with a stunned expression, he didn't know what good news could make Zhong Lin so excited.

"Head, good news, Lanzhou has won." Zhong Lin, who ran in, put the telegram on the table and laughed. But the excitement is just for a moment. Zhong Lin who laughed straight

yes, that's not right, Zhong Lin thought that Liu Jun would say a few good words, but judging from his expression, it didn't seem to be worth being happy at all.

It's not that I'm unhappy, in fact, no one is more excited about the troops taking Lanzhou than Liu Jun. Lanzhou is a choke point, the main road to Xinjiang. If Lanzhou is taken, then Lanzhou will be a huge barrier, which can enter Xinjiang and retreat to hold Gansu. It can be said that Lanzhou is an important transit station in the entire northwest.

Once Lanzhou is taken, then the war materials can be transported to Lanzhou and then transported to the surrounding areas, so that the troops on the front line can quickly obtain supplies and replenish ammunition.

"It's not that he's unhappy, now we're in a state of truce with the Japanese. The only thing that can be regarded as good news is the northwest direction, and you have such a loud voice, even I can hear the meaning of this telegram, let alone him. Zheng Yiqian on the side suddenly broke it. Hand a cup of freshly cut tea to Zhong Lin.

This satisfactory answer made Liu Jun, who was sitting in the chair, nod.

It turned out that this was the case, Zhong Lin nodded clearly, and then picked up the telegram from the table: "Head, Wu Peifu said in the telegram that Dong Fuxiang committed suicide, and now that the army has entered Lanzhou, should he rest or continue to march." ”

With a snap, putting down the documents in his hand, Liu Jun looked at Zhong Lin and asked suspiciously: "When the Western Advance Corps was assembled, I told Wu Peifu that everything should be decided by themselves, but now, this Wu Peifu has sent a telegram again to ask about the next plan." If this continues, when will you be able to truly take charge of yourself?

But the telegram has been received, this is not a reply, it doesn't seem right, looking down and thinking twice, Liu Jun got up from his chair and walked to the map in a few steps.

On the map, two crimson blood lines are moving from Baoji to the west, entering Lanzhou, and the other way, also from Outer Mongolia, into Xinjiang.

Tens of thousands of troops into Lanzhou, the required military supplies must be deployed from Xi'an, and then sent to Baoji, and then into Tianshui again, this way down, the material front is too long, if you stay in Lanzhou for too long, then there will be some trouble in the back.

"Send electricity to Wu Peifu, and after a short rest in Lanzhou, immediately march into Xinjiang to take Xinjiang."

"Okay," Zhong Lin nodded, and after writing the order on his folder, he turned around and walked out.

In Urumqi, the dry wind and sand once again made the sky of Urumqi foggy, and the people who were originally walking in the streets saw the wind and sand blowing, and they all returned to their homes in a panic, closed their windows, and avoided the wind and sand weather.

After the sound of the wind howling of the ghost and the wolf was heard in the governor's yamen, a pile of leaves in the courtyard was rolled up into the sky, and then under the kneading of the wind and sand, it became a fragment of leaves, and then fell to the ground.

With a creak, the closed door was opened, and Pan Xiaosu, who was sitting in the study resting, thought that the sound of the wind blew the door open, put down the book in his hand and was about to go out, but he didn't see his nephew walking in with a gauze on his head.

Bang Bang, after Pan Wenlin, who came in, slapped the sand on the ground, coughed softly a few times and came to Pan Xiaosu.

"What's wrong?" Seeing where Pan Wenlin was, he didn't move. Pan Xiaosu asked quietly after closing the book.

"Uncle, the Liaodong Army has taken Lanzhou."

With a clang, the teacup that Pan Xiaosu put aside fell to the ground and broke in half.

At the same time as the sound sounded, Pan Xiaosu stood up suddenly: "What do you say, you are saying it again." ”

Pan Xiaosu didn't believe it, Lanzhou City had only been besieged for a few days, and it was Dong Fuxiang who was defending the city, how could it be broken by the Liaodong Army in just a few days, this must be the news that someone must be spreading rumors. The city wall of Lanzhou is as high as it is, how can it be lost in just a few days.

"The Liaodong Army captured Lanzhou, Gansu Governor Dong Fuxiang committed suicide, and the Gan Army opened Lanzhou City under the leadership of General Yang Xinxin, and now, nearly 70,000 horses and horses of the Liaodong Army have entered Lanzhou, and, according to reconnaissance, they are preparing a large number of supplies."

When Pan Wenlin saw his uncle asking, he immediately told the news from the spies he sent out.

With a bang, Pan Xiaosu suddenly walked out of the study and walked straight to the map of Xinjiang hanging on the opposite side.

The fall of Lanzhou means that Gansu has all fallen into Liaodong, not to mention Ningxia, listening to the intelligence, an army of the Liaodong Army entered Ningxia from Longde all the way after Tianshui came out, and the Ningxia defenders retreated without a fight, and finally surrendered under the leadership of the governor of Ningxia. It can be regarded as a province that completely surrendered to the Liaodong Army without firing a shot.

How long can Xinjiang defend itself, Pan Xiaosu is already having doubts in his heart.