As soon as Li Zejun put his right hand on the gun magazine, there was a roar in the air from far and near.

"Air strikes, air strikes."

"Protect the chairman, everyone hides."

Soon the commander of the special regiment and several guards and soldiers carried Wu Xiaoliang and Li Zejun away and headed them into a nearby cornfield.

The Shandong army is worthy of being well-trained, and in the blink of an eye, it has already evacuated the convoy in an orderly manner, Zhao Chengming secretly scolded that it was not the right time for Little Japan to come, and he was just about to talk about the core issue, but he was disturbed, he hesitated, and then plunged into the cornfield on the side of the road, and chased after him, and he must strike while the iron is hot to knock to death what Wu Xiaoliang promised just now.

As soon as Zhao Chengming's front foot left the road, the bomb in the sky fell from the sky with a piercing screaming sound, Zheng Yuxi, who had been hiding behind the sandbag, immediately became anxious when he saw this situation, and he didn't care about his own danger, threw down a sentence, let everyone pay attention to concealment, and rushed out to cover Mr. Zhao.

The huge waves lifted the mud and sand on the road, like an invisible big hand that pushed Zhao Chengming to the ground, Zhao Chengming fell a very wolfly, and the back hurt hotly, and I don't know if he was injured, he endured the soreness and pain all over his body, and was about to struggle, but suddenly felt a pair of strong hands tightly supporting his shoulders, and then got up and ran quickly to the cornfield with that force.

"Comrade Zheng Yuxi, why did you come here, do you know how dangerous it is for you to do this."

Zheng Yuxi didn't care about Mr. Zhao's reprimand, if it weren't for himself, even if he appeared, you would have died honorably under the bomb of Little Japan, and helped him into the depths of the cornfield, only to sit on the ground with a butt, panting heavily, the Japanese machine really circled over the automobile team, kept strafing the ground, throwing bombs, and the sound of explosions came and went, but in a moment, the entire automobile team fell into a sea of fire.

"Sir, go back with me, the Kuomintang reactionaries will definitely have to clean us up when they come to their senses."

Before the words fell, another bomb exploded in the cornfield, shaking the two people, lying on the ground and not daring to get up again, the Japanese machine hovered over his head for a while, and then went east again.

Wu Xiaoliang got up from the ground, tidied up the dusty tweed military uniform, and straightened the military hat.

"The Japanese have recently been conducting more and more frequent air raids, and if our Shandong army does not have airplanes, it is equivalent to having no air supremacy, and without air supremacy, it will be difficult to protect the existing factory planes stranded in Jinan that have not had time to be transported.

The convoy was completely blown up, hanging up the phone and taking telegrams did not work, and now we can only use the most primitive way to send people to give orders to leave.

Wu Xiaoliang asked Li Zejun to go to the railway station in person, after he overestimated the ability and courage of the civilian officials within the Shandong Military Government, which led to the great riot in the city of Jinan, compared to the Japanese planes that flew over just now, they had already detected this abnormal movement, and it was believed that it would not be long before the first attack would be launched, or maybe another large-scale air raid.

Li Zejun didn't worry about Wu Xiaoliang, after all, the chaotic party was still on the road, if he was left here, in case of an accident, he would be to blame.

"No, we have to kill the guy surnamed Zhao first."

"Humility is not nonsense, haven't you already stated that it is a misunderstanding, now that the national crisis is at hand, a qiē has the power to resist Japan, regardless of party affiliation, we must unite and always be external, you are not my race, and its heart must be changed by the old brain."

Li Zejun wanted to refute, but Wu Xiaoliang's face immediately sank.

"Listen to the order, hurry to the Jinan Railway Station, assign competent candidates to sit in the town, and then return to the headquarters of the 57th Division to prepare for war with Little Japan at any time."

Li Zejun stomped his foot in desperation, and then stuffed back the Browning pistol that had been taken out of the gun magazine, but there were many questions in his heart: how could this great situation fall into such a situation in just one month.

The conversation between Wu Xiaoliang and Li Zejun was clearly heard by Zhao Chengming and Zheng Yuxi, who were lying in the cornfield, Zheng Yuxi lowered his voice and gave Zhao Chengming a thumbs up, "Mr. Zhao is really like a god, and the reactionaries surnamed Wu seem to be really ...... What's that? ”

"Progressive warlords."

"Yes, it's really a bit of a progressive warlord's consciousness, he has the heart to fight devils is a man, then, then will he also become a comrade."

Zheng Yuxi had a lot of questions, and Zhao Chengming was thinking about how to answer his question, but he didn't realize that more than a dozen black and cold gun barrels were pointed at them in unison.

"Don't move."

Zheng Yuxi was frightened, and immediately wanted to reach out to touch the large mirror shell gun held in his waist, but he couldn't catch up with a 7.92 mm rifle that was only a few centimeters away from his waist.

Soon, a soldier stepped forward and tied him and Zhao Chengming with seven hands and eight feet.

Zheng Yuxi was a little scared, although he was bold, after all, he was just a worker leader in a printing and dyeing factory, he had never seen anything in the world, let alone fought a big battle, he was trapped on the ground like a zongzi, and when he looked up at the Shandong soldiers with loaded guns and live ammunition and shiny steel helmets and neat military uniforms, he had already played a small drum in his heart, after all, before, his people had all kinds of guns and bullets to greet him, and this time it was over, suddenly, a poem that Mr. Zhao had taught in night school popped out of his mind.

"Die before you get out of the school...... but what is the latter sentence, he can't remember whether he is alive or dead, and he regrets a little bit under his chagrin, Mr. Zhao didn't listen well when he gave a lecture, but now it's too late to regret it, he glanced at Mr. Zhao, but now his face has not changed, and he actually opened his mouth to talk to the big warlord who came over, and he couldn't help but secretly admire, worthy of Mr. Zhao, another word popped out in his mind......

Zhao Chengming asked Wu Xiaoliang if he wanted to go back on his word, and Wu Xiaoliang was rejected even if the celebrity loosened the rope, but when he asked Wu Xiaoliang to release Zheng Yuxi again.

"The workers robbed the ammunition depot and shot at the chairman of a province and the general of the National Revolutionary Army, and although the public was blamed, someone must also be held responsible, and this person was the leader of the workers, and the whole army saw it as true, and he must be held accountable for the crimes he committed."

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