Sophia is sending a fax manuscript to New York across the ocean.
This contribution is in tomorrow morning's special edition of The Miller Review.
The fax machine is in the study room, next door to Bao Dezhen's office.
So you can vaguely hear the conversation between Bao Daizhen and another person.
"We can no longer count on the National Government, and now we can only rely on ourselves."
"I hope you Miguo Marine Corps can come forward and give them a warning."
"Your Excellency, General Director, I always believe that we don't need to pay attention to these yellow-skinned monkeys. Both the Japanese and the Chinese are just bluffing. The Japanese will not have the courage to shell or bomb the Sixing Warehouse, and the Chinese will not have the courage to fight with the public concessions." We will both die together, they are just talking about it.”
"But what if they come for real?"
"Landale, we have no room for trial and error."
"We can't afford the huge losses caused by shutting down the gas plant, and we can't even afford the devastating consequences of the gas plant explosion, so we still try to follow that, what is that called?"
"Their designation is the Songhu Independent Regiment." Langdale said.
"Oh, yes, Songhu Independent Group, you can find an eloquent lawyer to go with you."
"The bottom line we can give is to let go of the concession and let them evacuate to the Chinese community in Nanshi."
Hearing this, Sophia immediately walked into the office: "Uncle, they will not retreat."
Baudel, who was sitting behind the big table, and a young white man who was leaning behind the back of a French palace sofa, immediately turned their heads and looked over.
This young white man looked to be about thirty years old.
In the deep winter, he only wore jeans and denim clothes, and only a cowboy hat on his head. He also had a Colt revolver on his belt, a standard western cowboy outfit.
Seeing that it was Sophia, the white young man gave a gentleman's salute.
Sophia rolled her eyes back, she didn't like this Miguo guy.
"Uncle, I must remind you that the Songhu Independence Group's appeal is not to save lives."
"No, no, no, Miss Sophia, I don't agree with your point of view. Those yellow-skinned monkeys just want to save their lives. I don't believe that anyone in this world will really sacrifice themselves for the country."
"Your country was founded less than 200 years ago and lacks historical background, so you cannot understand the national sentiments of the Chinese and the French." After quarreling with the white youth, Sophia said to Baudel, "Uncle, I advise you to stay the same. Carefully consider their demands, otherwise it will be a waste of time.”
"You mean to release the more than 300 national troops detained in the Riverside Building?" Bao Daizhen said.
"Not just releasing more than 300 national troops." Sophia shook her head and said, "but also returning their weapons and ammunition, and publicly apologizing on the front pages of major newspapers in the concession. Oh, and also making certain compensation."
The young white man laughed out loud, as if he had heard the funniest joke.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Bao Daizhen said angrily, "Wishful thinking!"
The white young man shook his head and said: "Your Excellency, President, leave these yellow-skinned monkeys to me. I will use the Colt revolver and the cowboy spirit of our Mi people to tell them that people need to know themselves."
After saying that, he turned to Sophia and said, "Would you be honored to have dinner with you?"
"Sorry, I already have an appointment." Sophia stepped on her little leather boots and left.
Looking at Sophia's swaying round buttocks wrapped in her short robe, the white young man couldn't help but whistle.
Bao Daizhen didn't take it seriously. He picked up the phone on the big table and dialed: "Pick me up to Jiang Mansion."
After a while, the phone was connected, and Bao Daizhen asked in a rough voice: "Director Jiang? I'm Bao Daizhen. How is the matter you told me going? Oh, has it been done? Okay, then I'll wait. Good news for you.”
…
At this time, we were on the rooftop of Sihang Warehouse.
Yang Deyu found Yan Yan: "Old Yan, come here."
"What, is something wrong?" Yan Yan put down the infrared thermal imaging scope in his hand.
He had just found six or seven Japanese hidden sentinels in the ruins, but he hadn't had time to clear them out.
After nightfall, the Japanese withdrew most of the snipers, but still left a few hidden sentries.
"A group of patriotic young people came from the waterway and said they would follow us to fight the Japanese." Yang Deyu said, "Our Songhu Independent Regiment has just been established. I thought it was time to recruit some people. There are too few troops in one platoon."
"You can just make up your mind about this." Yan Yan said, "After all, you are the commander of the 1st company."
The Songhu Independent Regiment is now an empty frame, just a reinforcement of the platoon's strength.
Therefore, Yan Yan only organized one company, with Yang Deyu as the company commander and Zhu Shengzhong as the deputy company commander. The other four squad leaders were promoted to platoon leaders, and the squad leaders were promoted from veterans.
Wu Jie was strictly appointed as the director of the regiment's staff department.
As for Yan Yan, he only serves as chief of staff for the time being.
He deliberately reserved the position of regimental leader. Yes, it was reserved for Xie Jinyuan.
The purpose is also very simple, for the united front, not only the veterans of the Lone Army Battalion, but also the veterans who were injured in the Battle of Songhu and were sent to the concession for surgery. These veterans are precious.
As for command power, Yan Yan is not worried at all.
He was confident that Xie Jinyuan would "adopt" his suggestions.
Didn’t Yang Deyu fully adopt his suggestions before?
"I can definitely do it, but you have to show up, right?"
"These patriotic young people are all here for you, Lao Yan."
"Now your reputation has spread in the public settlement."
"Everyone knows that a powerful returned overseas Chinese has come to Sihang Warehouse."
Yang Deyu finally said: "How about you go down and say a few words?"
"Then let me say a few words." Yan Yan immediately picked up the FAL rifle and went down to the first floor.
I saw more than twenty young people lined up in the lobby on the first floor of the west building.
With a straight face, Zhu Shengzhong was lecturing these patriotic young people with a gun and a stick.
"Being a soldier is not a child's play, and fighting a war is not just playing house. People will die in a war."
"Do you know what death means? It means that you will lose everything you have now, it means that you will no longer exist in this world, it means that your parents and family will never see you again, and they will only miss you. I can cry with your photo, there is not even a photo, only fantasy!"
"I'm not trying to scare you. People will really die in a war."
"If a bullet hits the head, your head will be punctured immediately."
"If a bullet hits the stomach, a big hole will be ripped open in your stomach, and the intestines inside will be minced, and then slowly flow out section by section."
Most of the more than twenty young people in the queue had changed their expressions.
Obviously, they had been frightened by the scene described by Zhu Shengzhong.
But there were also a few young people who remained calm and composed.
Among them was a tall young man with a cold expression who was even more unfazed.
Yan Jun saw this young man from the queue at a glance, and also noticed the calluses on his hands, which were the marks left by holding certain instruments for many years. This was obviously not an ordinary young man.
"Isn't it scary?" Yan Yan walked slowly to the front of the queue.
"I can responsibly tell you that the battlefield is more terrifying than what Lao Zhu said, ten thousand times more terrifying!"
"He didn't tell you that if you were hit by a shell, your whole body would be shattered. Even if we wanted to collect your body, we couldn't do it because we couldn't find a complete finger."
"So, have you really thought about it? Do you really want to stay?"
The more than 20 young people lined up couldn't help but hesitate. Do they really want to stay?
Yan Yan said: "If you regret it now, I will treat you as if you have never been here and just go back to where you came from. But if you decide to stay and choose to wear this khaki..."
Pointing to the khaki military uniform on Zhu Shengzhong's body, he shouted in a serious and aggravated tone: "Then you will become a soldier! A soldier! As a soldier, you must shoulder the responsibilities of a soldier. As a soldier, you must shoulder the responsibilities of a soldier." mission, when that time comes, you will never have a chance to regret it! Now, make your decision."
Time passed minute by minute, but the more than 20 young people lined up still did not move.
Yan Yan waited for another minute, and finally his eyes fell on a thin young man with a pale face and purple lips. It could be seen that he was actually very scared in his heart, but his legs still did not move.
Slowly walked up to the young man and asked sternly: "Have you thought about it?"
"Think about it." The young man nodded, with a clear vibrato in his voice.
"Don't regret it?" The stern tone sounded calm, but it seemed as if he could smell the breath of death.
"Someone has to sacrifice." The young man's legs began to tremble, but he still stood still.
