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Late at night on February 23. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info After the Lantern Festival, another light snow fell.

In the warm bedroom in Houzai Lane, Nanjing, the candlelight is gently flickering, warm as spring.

"You have done a lot of things in the past three days, yesterday the US Government has made a statement and strongly condemned Japan's aggression, their Secretary of State Stim has announced that it will adopt sanctions, the representative of the British Labour Party in Shanghai has publicly announced at a press conference that it has asked the British Government to impose economic sanctions against Japan, and the Germans have also made it clear that they do not support the Japanese war against China and have called for an immediate ceasefire. It's time for you to go back to the front, where you are needed even more. ”

Gong Qian gently combed An Yi's head on her lap, her gentle and quiet demeanor returned to her beautiful face again, her seductive lips were moist and red, and her moving eyes were full of love and happiness.

An Yi closed his eyes and enjoyed Wen Cun's touch: "The convoy transporting weapons and ammunition has quietly left the military station four hours ago, I will leave in the second half of the night, take two trains from the Ministry of Communications to Su Zhen, where I will meet with the special service group and transfer to a car to enter the war zone, I can't make a mistake." ”

"Xiao Yi, I want to ask you a question......

Gong Qian unconsciously stopped calling An Yi her younger brother, and since the moment she left Huangquan Road and threw herself into An Yi's arms, she no longer regarded An Yi as a younger brother.

"Ask, you know how many wounds I have, what else can't I tell you? Haven't we all been honest with each other for a few days? ”

An Yi had a wicked smile on his face, and deliberately said the four words of honesty and honesty very ambiguously.

"Smack"

Gong Qian slapped An Yi lightly in the chest: "Bad thing! I didn't expect such a good word to come out of your mouth so embarrassing... Don't say it, what I want to ask is, how do you deal with the matter between yourself, Chu'er, and Jieyun? ”

An Yi sighed, opened his eyes, turned around and pressed Gong Qian under him: "Sister, I really don't know what to do, the Feng family received a letter from Mr. Yu asking for my marriage in October last year, and I am still hesitating, but Mr. Feng, who was originally very good to me, tried his best to oppose it, and Mrs. Feng, who originally had a big opinion on me, actually agreed, and said that what is it for a man to have three wives and four concubines?" As long as the status of Jieyun's wife is guaranteed, it is not small, just like the two wives of Huang Shaofei's eldest brother, regardless of size, Old Man Feng has never spoken, alas! Jieyun won't be back until May, and I had talked to Jieyun about Chu'er in the UK before, and she understood me and knew that I couldn't leave Chu'er for the sake of the overall situation. But, sister, I feel sorry for you. ”

Gong Dang hugged An Yi's head and gently put it on his shoulder: "I'm satisfied to be able to stay behind you for the rest of my life!" Again, the power of the world is scary, although the father-in-law (Zhang Jingjiang) values you very much, but he will never agree to the two of us, many elders in the party have watched me grow up step by step, if the relationship between you and me is made public, how much trouble will it cause? What's more, I'm a married person, and you are a hero in the minds of today's Quankun and a model in the minds of countless young people. ”

"Say no more! Sister, you are innocent, you are more holy than Snow Lotus! No one knows that you are still a yellow flower girl after you got married, no one knows the pain in this and the pain that has been weighing on your heart for many years, I am so shocked after I have you, I feel extremely happy and satisfied, but I feel sorry for you, I am sorry for my brother-in-law who has never met but died young for the sake of the Chinese nation, I am An Yi doesn't care about any secular etiquette, even this Christian identity was confused to save hundreds of brothers, I don't care what others think, I don't believe that I have no future because I married you. An Yi raised his head and gazed affectionately into Nose Qian's eyes:

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Gong Dang sucked his sour nose, smiled delicately, hugged An Yi's head again, and muttered: "What regrets do I have with your words?" But things in this world are not so simple, for you, I don't care about giving up my life, will I still cling to a name and bring you countless troubles and negative influences? Xiao Yi, I don't know why, since you called me Sister Sheng, I made up my mind that I would never leave you again in this life, but I didn't expect that everything would be impossible to hide for the rest of my life, you can go to the front line with peace of mind, your soldiers need you, the country and the nation need you, and after the war, let's sit down and discuss slowly. ”

"Sister, can you tell me your wish?" An Yi asked.

Gong Qian nodded and said quietly: "I want to rest for a while, resign when things slowly fade down, and then quietly go to the Xufu in southern Sichuan, and be your sister, do what you can behind your back, and spend the rest of your life smoothly, I like the courtyard under Cuiping Mountain, I like the small building with purple grapes, I like everything in the small garden in the East Garden, the first night I lived there last time, I felt so warm and satisfied, I felt that the small building and garden were the paradise that I had always dreamed of in my heart, and I slept very well", An Yi had nothing to say, gratefully hugged the person he loved, and for a long time, Gong Dang fell asleep, An Yi left quietly, passed through the side door guarded by his henchmen, got into an ordinary medium jeep military vehicle that had already been parked there, and quickly drove out of the compound and drove to Xiaguan Station.

Shen Fengdao in the car calmly closed his eyes and rested, Lin Yaodong and his brothers whispered a few words, and couldn't help but turn around, he really wanted to ask An Yi what he thought of Yang Fei's upcoming operation in the French Concession in Shanghai.

On the morning of the 20th three days ago, the Japanese army in Shanghai attacked Wuhong, Jiangwan and Zhabei with 6 sea and air forces with all its might, including the key battle of the Japanese army through the French Concession to attack the flank position of the 19th Route Army, and finally they were repelled by the defenders who were not afraid of death. Beginning at dawn the next day, the Japanese army, which could not shake the defense line of the 19th Route Army and the Fifth Army, changed its strategy of attacking on all fronts and sent more than 100 planes to bombard the defenders' positions indiscriminately.

On the 23rd, the last day when An Yi secretly met with representatives of European and American consortiums to reach a preliminary consensus, during the negotiations, news came that Japanese planes had bombed Suzhou, and Mr. Short, an engineer of the Boeing Company, had died in the battle out of righteous indignation.

An Yi didn't know whether Mr. Dulman's tears were shed for Schott or for the crashed Boeing fighters, but An Yi resolutely seized this opportunity and immediately agreed to exchange tungsten ore for two Boeing planes and 12 planes as long as the fighting stopped for a while, which moved Mr. Doerman and the US consul in Nanjing to tears.

At the end of the successful meeting, as soon as An Yi returned to the headquarters of the Central Military Commission, he heard a worrying report from his colleague Ge Jingen: The 5,000 Japanese reinforcements had suddenly landed at Yangshubu Wharf, and had all crossed the public concession two hours earlier and assembled in the cross-border area south of Zhabei. An Yi didn't have time to take off his coat and walked quickly to the large map, Yang Jie heard the footsteps and looked back at An Yi with a slight smile, telling An Yi that the Japanese army was likely to go to the left flank battlefield of the 19th Route Army through the French Concession again, because only there was a place where the 19th Route Army could see but was tired of parrying.

An Yi finished reading carefully, took the information handed over by the deputy director of the second department, read it one by one, took a deep breath and handed the document to the deputy director, pulled Yang Jie and Ge Jingen to the map, and pointed to the road west of the French Concession to explain.

Yang Jie's eyebrows furrowed after listening, and he didn't express his position immediately, Ge Jingen nodded heavily in support, An Yi whispered a few more words to Yang Jie, Yang Jie finally nodded and showed a helpless smile, An Yi politely said goodbye and left quickly. At this point, An Yi's long-endured revenge plan was agreed by the two deputy chiefs of staff, and it was officially launched with unstoppable momentum.

Just after one o'clock in the morning of the 24th, the French Concession, which was under curfew, suddenly heard a dense sound of footsteps, and 3,000 Japanese troops successively crossed the deserted wide street and ran west along Fuxi Road.

Under the tall plane tree at the intersection, there were more than a dozen judicial police officers standing next to a Renault medium-sized truck, and at the three street corners stood Annan policemen holding high the instruction flag.

A black Citroen sedan drove slowly at the entrance of Dongjie, and the bright car illuminated the Japanese soldiers running at the intersection and the two military and police trucks parked.

French police inspector Evel, who was leaning on the front of the truck and smoking, half-closed his eyes and asked in annoyance: "Whose car stopped in front of him!" ”

"The flag hung at the front of the car, as if it were the consul's car......," said a French captain next to him, uncertain.

Evel asked in surprise, "Didn't the consul just return from a meeting with the British?"

Even if he worked day and night, he would not appear at this sensitive moment and in a sensitive place! Isn't it, not good! That car is crazy, stop him! ...... shooting, the Citroen sedan with a French flag on the front of the car suddenly rushed to the intersection, and the Japanese soldiers passing by the street were so frightened that they shouted and hurriedly dodged.

Like a mad cow out of control, the sedan crashed into four Japanese soldiers in a row, braked suddenly, the wheels and the ground out of a sharp friction sound, the body flew around, two consecutive fights knocked more than ten Japanese officers and soldiers screamed again and again, and then the strong light appeared, the violent explosion sounded shockingly, the strong explosive energy instantly leveled the entire street entrance, the street buildings overturned in the violent firelight, and the flying corpses and masonry and wood rose into the sky, and within a radius of 100 meters, it was like purgatory......

In the hall on the second floor of Yiyuan, hundreds of meters apart, Yang Fei and Chen Yu stood in front of the window facing west, looking at the skyrocketing fire and the flying explosion wreckage, and silently prayed in their hearts for Cao Zhiguo, a 21-year-old soldier from Henan, who used his life to add blood-stained color to the national soul and military prestige.

An Yi's crazy revenge began