"Ah cut! Ah cut!..."

Han Fuju stood at the window and sneezed several times.

He was a smart person and knew that someone was scolding him, so he pointed to the sky outside the window and scolded him: "Call me, right? Swear! Swear! If you scold me, I won't lose a piece of meat. Humph!"

Han Fuju talked about it like a magical disease.

He was angry that as soon as he withdrew from Jinan, the Japanese were defeated. The Japanese Army almost retreated from Jinan because of this.

So, he was angry about his life. As soon as he left, the Japanese were defeated, he passed by a free victory. If this was spread, wouldn't he be laughed to death by his colleagues?

Of course, this is not important. What is important is that he offended the madman for the Dragon Boat Festival.

This madman killed two division commanders without even blinking his eyelids.

Han Fuju touched the back of his head and felt his neck feel cold.

He wondered if he should call to explain. But then he thought that he didn't even call the Dragon Boat Festival to ask for punishment, so why should he feel uncomfortable? What's more, he is the king of Shandong, with three troops under his command. He didn't even take the chairman seriously, let alone a mere Dragon Boat Festival?

Thinking of this, Han Fuju was a little relieved. He didn't care about anyone. I just withdrew my troops. What can you do to me?

However, at this moment, the communications officer knocked on the door and waited at the door.

Han Fuju waved his hand, and the communication officer walked in and said, "Commander, Chongqing calls, saying that he wants to hold a meeting in Kaifeng."

"Have a meeting?"

Han Fuju was surprised, because the Japanese devils retreated, what meeting was going on?

The communications officer quickly explained: "It is a joint military meeting between the First War Zone and the Fifth War Zone. All commanders and above must participate. The chairman will come to Kaifeng in person to preside over the meeting."

Han Fuju snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, what trouble is this veteran going to do? By the way, go and ask, who has received the notice."

"yes!"

The communications officer bowed and then stepped down. He knew very well this kind of thing, because before every meeting, Han Fuju would ask who would attend the meeting. He was afraid that the chairman would ask for his head.

He knew very well what Han Fuju had done himself.

Of course, he didn't know that the chairman had already known all the small moves he made. Otherwise, even if he had a few courages, he would not dare to leave Shandong to hold any combat meetings.

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At the same time, in Bengbu, Dragon Boat Festival has received exact news from Secretary-General Yang that Soviet planes could land in Kaifeng, and the Chairman would also go to Kaifeng.

Dragon Boat Festival understands what the chairman means. But he can’t hide, so he can only take one step and see one step.

However, why did Dragon Boat Festival avoid the chairman? The first is to force a marriage. The chairman and Mrs. Meilin always want him to get married as soon as possible with Tang Jiujiu.

But Dragon Boat Festival didn't want to get married so early, because that would affect him leading troops to fight. And after getting married, he would have more concerns.

Secondly, the Chairman has always suspected that he had some contact with the underground party, so it is very likely that this time he still planned to transfer him back to Chongqing. The Dragon Boat Festival does not want to go to the rear. The Japanese are now eyeing them. It is time for the soldiers to serve the country, rather than going to the rear to retire.

So for this meeting, Dragon Boat Festival felt that the chairman might want to kill two birds with one stone.

In addition to him, Han Fuju was another bird.

This bird is a dead bird. When it comes to Kaifeng, Han Fuju will die.

However, Han Fuju was killed by the chairman, and he would take action, so he needed to consider it.

Perhaps, this is also an opportunity for him to successfully escape.

"Comrade Dragon Boat Festival? Comrade Dragon Boat Festival? What's going on? It's not too late. If there is no problem, I'll go back."

At this moment, Zhang Renjie called the Dragon Boat Festival. He looked at the sky and it was almost noon. He was going to rush back to the Eighth Route Army's garrison at dawn.

Dragon Boat Festival quickly smiled and said, "Haha, OK, there is no problem in Chongqing. Go back and help me convey it, and I will say that the plane must land at the airport in Kaifeng. I will pick it up in person at that time."

Zhang Renjie said: "That's great. I'll go back now and send this news to Comrade Marklov."

Dragon Boat Festival thanked again: "Thank you, Lao Zhang. If you hadn't mediated, I think this matter would not have gone so smoothly. It's because my situation is not very good now, otherwise I would definitely invite you, Lao Zhang to a big restaurant for dinner, hahaha!"

Zhang Renjie smiled and said, "This is already very good. We only ate thin noodles during the Chinese New Year. Okay, then I will leave. It's getting late. I have to go back to the station before dark."

Dragon Boat Festival said: "Then I won't keep you, Lao Zhang, but I have to send a transportation team to escort you, Lao Zhang, back. Now that you are fighting everywhere, the road may not be peaceful!"

"Thank you! Thank you!"

Zhang Renjie shook hands with Dragon Boat Festival again, then turned around and left with his guard.

The Dragon Boat Festival sent Zhang Renjie out, and on the street outside the Dragon Boat Festival command room compound, seven or eight carriages were parked at this time.

This carriage was brought by Zhang Renjie. Because this time, he needed to take away the Japanese military tickets he had in Dragon Boat Festival and transport them back to the Eighth Route Army headquarters.

Next to each carriage, in addition to the coachman, there are two Eighth Route Army soldiers. They are escort teams sent by the Eighth Route Army.

But judging from the complexity of the region today, more than a dozen escort teams cannot deal with emergencies at all.

Because even a small group of bandits, they have to have thirty or forty people.

Of course, under normal circumstances, bandits dare not provoke troops easily. But what if they surrender to the Japanese? That's another matter.

So the Dragon Boat Festival had to be on guard, so the leader of the Third Battalion snored, and sent a spy platoon to follow the car and escort Zhang Renjie back to the Eighth Route Army garrison.

Zhang Renjie thanked him again and then took the people away.

At this time, the old abacus attached to the Dragon Boat Festival's ear and said, "Group, let's give them the money. What if they go back on their word and take our money, but don't give us weapons and equipment?"

Dragon Boat Festival laughed and said, "First, the Eighth Route Army would not do this. It ruined its reputation just for such a little money. This is not worth it. And second, if you really tell me it, we will not lose anything. You don't know yet, right? When Lao Zhou saw the Japanese military tickets, he set off a fire and burned it. He still regrets it now, hahaha!"

"What are you laughing at?"

Just as Dragon Boat Festival was laughing, but I didn't expect that at this moment, Zhou Weiguo's voice appeared behind him.

When I looked back at the Dragon Boat Festival, I saw that Zhou Weiguo's face was not good, so I knew something was wrong.
Chapter completed!