Nanjing, the leader's official residence.

It was already dark, and when Madame Chiang walked into the study, she found that the lights inside were not turned on at all.

Principal Jiang sat quietly behind the desk, as if he was thinking about some profound question, and when he saw Mrs. Jiang coming in, Principal Jiang immediately asked tirelessly, "Madam, why do you say he wants to refuse?" Why did he refuse? I don't understand, I can't figure it out. ”

Mrs. Jiang was silent, although Principal Jiang's words were clueless, she knew what he meant.

In the past two days, President Jiang has asked her the same question no less than a dozen times, but she can't give him an answer, and the senior officials of the State Chamberlain's Office, the State Executive Yuan, and the General Staff of the State Government are also unable to give answers, and no one knows why Yue Weihan and the Baoshan Battalion refused to retreat.

"Ugh." Principal Jiang suddenly let out a long sigh and said, "If only I could come back, alas, ......"

Principal Jiang's tone contained indescribable regret, if Yue Weihan could come back, how could he have a bright future? A general like Yue Weihan who dares to fight, dare to fight to the death, and is extremely strategic and tactical, is born in Huangpu, and is Fenghua, there is no doubt that he will definitely become the most dazzling one in the [***] general star group in the future!

Mrs. Jiang's heart is also full of regrets, no one can know Principal Jiang better than her, Yue Weihan and Baoshan Ying are afraid that they will not escape this time, this matter is bound to make Principal Jiang regret for life, since marrying Principal Jiang, Mrs. Jiang has never seen him value a [***] general so much.

However, Mrs. Jiang also knew that President Jiang was only regretful.

As the leader of the party-state, President Jiang would never misjudge the international and domestic situation because of his appreciation for a certain general, and at this critical juncture, it is impossible for President Jiang to give public support to the Baoshan Battalion, let alone put pressure on the concession authorities to change their decision to release the Baoshan Battalion.

Compared with the fate and safety of the entire party-state, Yue Weihan's life and death are insignificant.

…………

Shanghai French Concession, Du Mansion.

A thin man, with a clear face, and a stubble head, is lying on a rocking chair in contemplation, and behind the man there are more than a dozen sturdy men in black clothes, and the two big men in the lead even have two clean face boxes inserted in their waists, this thin man is none other than Du Yuesheng, a well-known young gang boss in Shanghai.

There was a declaration on the small coffee table in front of Du Yuesheng, which was just printed this afternoon.

"Master!" A big man suddenly said in annoyance, "Watching the [***] brothers fighting with Xiao Yuben in the Sixing Warehouse, but we can only stay here and stare dryly, thinking about it, it's really not a taste in our hearts." ”

Another big man also said, "Yes, master, should we do something?" ”

"Hmm!" Du Yuesheng's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly flashed two terrifying essences, and he suddenly got up and said, "Big Bear, Little Tiger, you two immediately go to the market to buy cigarettes, towels, foreign wine and other condolences, the more the better!" Also, as much ammunition as we can, we will find a way to send it to Brother [***] on the other side. ”

The big man who spoke just now said: "Master, cigarette towels and foreign wine are easy to do, and you can fool the foreign devils guarding the bridge with a few silver dollars, but I'm afraid the ammunition is not good, and the British can be strict." ”

"Hmph, wolves have wolf paths, snakes have snake tracks! There are thousands of roads in the world, and the British can still block all the roads? Du Yuesheng said coldly, "You just have to raise it, whether it is used or not, anyway, the more the merrier, as for how to transport it across the river, I will find a way." ”

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

The two big men agreed, and each took a group of men and horses away.

Seeing the figures of his subordinates go away, Du Yuesheng suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Zhabei again, and said leisurely: "Camp Chief Yue, and the [***] brothers of the Baoshan Battalion, there is only so much that Du can do......

……

Public Concession, Eighth Route Army Office in Shanghai.

In the dim light, seven or eight people were holding a meeting around a long table made of two Eight Immortals tables, and the presiding officer was Yang Shaocheng, director of the Eighth Route Army Office in Shanghai and secretary of the Shanghai Party branch.

Yang Shaocheng swept the party members present with a soft gaze and said: "Comrades, the heroic resistance of the Baoshan battalion in the Sixing warehouse has greatly boosted the confidence and morale of the whole [***] people, we should support it, and now is the period of cooperation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, we should no longer be limited to the previous political views, but should provide support to the Baoshan battalion as much as possible, we must not only send the urgently needed ammunition, medicine and food to the Baoshan battalion, but also mobilize progressive youth to enrich the Baoshan battalion as much as possible." ”

The middle-aged man sitting on the left side of Yang Shaocheng said: "The Baoshan camp has openly violated Chairman Jiang's telegram order, and even Song Ziwen's persuasion has no result, and the national political axe is afraid that it is impossible to give them any support. ”

The rest of the party members also expressed their support, Yang Shaocheng immediately nodded and said: "Okay, since the comrades have no objections, then even if this resolution is formed, the comrades will do their best to complete this resolution in the future, and now let's discuss the specific division of labor......

A young party member sitting at the head of the right suddenly raised his hand and asked, "Secretary Yang, the question is that even if we raise medicines, ammunition and soldiers, how can we transport these personnel and materials to the Sixing warehouse on the other side of the Suzhou Creek?" Not to mention that the British troops guarding the new garbage bridge refused to let it go, and the gunboats on the Suzhou Creek would definitely intercept it. ”

"Oh, that's not a problem." Yang Shaocheng smiled and said, "I have already contacted Mr. Du Yuesheng, the boss of the Green Gang, and they will also have a batch of materials transported over, and when the time comes, we will hand over the materials and reserve soldiers to them, and they will find a way to dredge the joints." ”

The young party member said: "Since this is the case, then there is no problem. ”

The meeting immediately discussed the specific division of labor, and it was not until the middle-aged man on the left asked at the end, "Lao Yang, what about your division of labor?" ”

Yang Shaocheng smiled, took off his glasses and wiped them slowly, and then said calmly: "I will enter the Sixing warehouse in the name of a photographer to take photos and record the [***] brothers in the Baoshan camp, of course, the main purpose of my trip is to persuade Yue Weihan to lead the Baoshan battalion to retreat into the public concession, and then evacuate Shanghai separately under the cover of the organization." ”

"No, it's too dangerous."

"Yes, Secretary Yang, you can't go."

The voice fell, and the vast majority of party members expressed their opposition.

Yang Shaocheng waved his hand and said with a solemn expression: "Comrades, at this time of national crisis, the autumn of national survival, where can we still take care of our personal safety?" Well, needless to say, the higher-level organization has also approved my request, and after I leave, the work of the Shanghai office and the party branch will be presided over by Lao Chen. ”

Seeing that everyone had no objections, Yang Shaocheng announced the adjournment of the meeting.

Everyone left one after another, but Zhao Xinyi, who had just joined the party, stayed.

"Comrade Zhao Xinyi?" Yang Shaocheng said, "Do you have anything else to talk to me about?" ”

Zhao Xinyi said: "That's the case, Secretary Yang, I have a college classmate who is a confidential secretary in Baoshan Camp, and a few days ago she sent me a secret telegram, asking me to order more than 200 sets of devil military uniforms for her, saying that it is urgent, and now this batch of military uniforms has been prepared, I want to ask Secretary Yang to hand it over to Mr. Du Yuesheng and take him across the river." ”

"Okay, no problem." Yang Shaocheng said, "Tonight, you can send someone to send the military uniform to the office." ”