"Ah Huan, Ah Li has already told us everything that happened in Nanjing, what is going on?"

After Qin Jihuan said what he had just said to Huo Yuanjia again, he asked solemnly,

"This battle is the best chance for our Jingwu Brotherhood to rise, you all tell me, what does Wang Jingwei mean, and what should we do?"

Everyone looked at each other, and after digesting the news brought by Qin Jihuan, Song Zihao asked,

"Ah Huan, what do you think?"

"I don't have an idea yet, but Brother Xiaoma, you can write a letter later, asking Hua Yingying to come to Shanghai for a trip, and say that I have something important to invite. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Okay."

Brother Xiao Ma nodded first, and after agreeing, he continued to ask,

"You want to use the power of a warrior?"

"For the time being, there is this intention, and now for the martial artists who are related to our Jingwu Brotherhood, I, my master, the charter man and the charter wife are all in the Baodan realm, which is enough to avoid ordinary bullets, and it is also common to fly off the wall, and Ah Xing and Hua Yingying are even more martial artists in the Gangqi realm, and ordinary firearms have been ineffective against them, and the six of us should be able to easily sneak into a place like the Presidential Palace."

"Huh? Do you think? ”

Qin Jihuan's words made the people present in an uproar, and they were all a little incredulous, and finally Song Zihao opened his mouth to persuade,

"Ah Huan, you have to think clearly, these people are all warlords with heavy troops, if they die, the country will be completely chaotic."

"Well, of course I do,"

Qin Jihuan nodded and comforted a few people around him,

"Don't worry, I'm not so frustrated, when Hua Yingying and the chartered couple arrive, we'll make a decision."

Song Zihao and the others looked at each other, and they didn't know what to say for a while.

"Hehe, don't be so heavy, anyway, we still have time to figure out a way, and no matter how they fight, it is impossible to hit Shanghai."

Qin Jihuan saw that the atmosphere at the scene was not right, so he smiled and enlightened everyone, completely forgetting his own anxiety on the train before.

"Brother Xiaoma, from tomorrow onwards, you will personally sit in charge of the Ministry of Intelligence, and you must firmly control the whole of Shanghai for me, and there can be no chaos."

"Don't worry."

Brother Xiao Ma replied simply, but no one had any doubts, although he had not returned to China for a long time, but Brother Xiaoma, who had a bold personality and good ability, had already won everyone's trust.

Qin Jihuan nodded to Brother Xiaoma, then turned his head to look at Ding Li, this time a smile suddenly appeared on his face,

"Ali, I just said, for a while, I can't fight, so you don't need to be so anxious, except for the Intelligence Department, everyone else can do whatever they want, especially you, when are you going to get married?"

"Huh? Ali is getting married? ”

Maybe Ding Li's secrecy work was too good, or maybe the time was too tight, and everyone didn't have time to ask, in short, except for Qin Jihuan, no one present knew that Ding Li and Feng Chengcheng had come to this point.

"Brother Huan, this, don't worry."

Ding Li, who has always been steady, couldn't help but be embarrassed when he heard this, and said sneeringly.

"What's so embarrassing about a man getting married? Look at the people's weapons, there is already a daughter-in-law, you should hurry up, otherwise when the war starts, we won't be able to take care of it, hehe, do you need me to come forward to help you propose? ”

Although the matter of the Central Plains War has always been on Qin Jihuan's heart, he also knows that this matter is urgent, and he doesn't want to make the mood of the entire gang become anxious, so he took this opportunity to mention Ding Li's family affairs.

"No need Brother Huan, I'll just go by myself, and when the date is confirmed, I'll invite everyone to drink together."

"Hahaha, that's still up to you! This is the first time that our Jingwu Brotherhood has held a wedding, these are all Dionysus, you can ask for more blessings when the time comes! ”

With Qin Jihuan taking the lead, the atmosphere of the meeting was finally no longer dull, and everyone also sincerely blessed Ding Li's marriage.

After talking about Ding Li's marriage, Qin Jihuan suddenly said to Huo Tingen on the side,

"Senior brother, you're not too young, aren't you? Ali is getting married, when are you going to find me a sister-in-law? ”

Huo Tingen, who was still ridiculing Ding Li just now, instantly stiffened when he heard this, and said with a smile,

"Ah Huan, when did you care about our marriage? Brother Hao and Brother Xiao Ma haven't married yet, why don't you see Zhang Luo? ”

"Haha, if there is a suitable one, I will help them keep an eye on it!"

At this time, it was already February 1930, and Qin Jihuan, who already knew that the Central Plains War would officially break out in May, was under great pressure in his heart.

There are less than three months left, if you do nothing and sit back and watch the wheel of history move forward, Qin Jihuan himself will not agree, but if you want to interfere and change this history, what should you do?

At midnight, in Qin Jihuan's bedroom, Song Zihao and Xiao Ma came together.

"Ah Huan, we haven't drunk together for a long time, right?"

Brother Xiao Ma put the wine and food in his hand on the table and asked with a smile.

"Who's to say no? You were overturned by me as soon as you arrived in Shanghai, did you forget? ”

Qin Jihuan unceremoniously mentioned the matter of Brother Xiaoma.

"Hehe, we don't have to drink a lot today, just drink, come!"

Song Zihao filled the wine glasses of the three of them and took the lead in raising them.

"!"

The three of them drank it all, with a smile on their faces, and in this strange world, only when the three of them were together, would they really relax.

"Ah Huan, what are you going to do, do you have any ideas?"

While eating, Song Zihao asked Qin Jihuan.

"Really no, I'm very conflicted now, it's easy to kill ****** them, but the consequences are not something I can control, if I cause chaos in the world, then I am a sinner in history, but if I don't care, I'm unwilling, alas, it's difficult."

Qin Jihuan did not hide it, and bluntly said the contradictions in his heart.

"Well, it's good that you understand, it's never advisable to kill them, and the pony and I are still afraid that you will rely on your martial arts and be impulsive."

Song Zihao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that Qin Jihuan really didn't mean to kill ****** and others, after all, in their time, when it came to the War of Resistance Against Japan, there was no one who didn't scold ****** for being incompetent, and there were not a few who wanted to kill him and change someone to lead China.

But when you put yourself in their shoes and really have this ability, can you really kill him?

Who will succeed when the time comes? Wang Jingwei?

After all the calculations, in China at the beginning of the 1930s, it seemed that only ****** and Wang Jingwei had the qualifications and prestige to be presidents, right?

Others, such as Li Zongren, Yan Xishan, Feng Yuxiang, and powerful local warlords such as Zhang Xueliang, who held heavy troops, were actually not qualified at all, let alone convincing the public, and as for the later Chairman Mao, he was not even the number one in the Communist Party at this time, let alone the number one.

If Zhang Zuolin is still alive, it is a good choice, the old man has prestige, ability, and is tough enough to be external, it can be said that he is the best candidate to lead China in Qin Jihuan's eyes, but unfortunately, who let him come late?

Zhang Xueliang is too much worse than his father.

"Ah Huan, we know better than anyone else about ******'s personality and ability, although we can't kill him, but you say, do we have a chance to control this person?" (To be continued.) )