Soong Mei-ling sent a telegram to Kong Xiangxi before boarding the plane in Luoyang, asking Kong Xiangxi to propose a ceasefire in the joint meeting, and stipulated that Christmas Day was the deadline. If Chiang Kai-shek could not return to Beijing, the Central Army would launch an attack. This decision would be announced after she arrived in Xi'an. When Kong Xiangxi handed the telegram to Zhuang Jihua and Zhang Jingjiang for a look, Zhuang Jihua was not only admired by Soong Mei-ling's wisdom.

"This is a destruction and death, and then abide by death. It's so brilliant, so smart! If the teacher's wife can lead the army, she must be the general!" Zhuang Jihua exclaimed.

Zhang Jingjiang also agreed with this, but he still added a little bit of caution: "This is a dangerous move, and you have to plan carefully what to do at that time."

"Don't worry, you can start from the west first and let Hu Zongnan take the lead in attacking, then Yu Jishi, but Zhang Zhizhong's troops remain unmoved, let them guess." Zhuang Jihua said lightly that Hu Zongnan took the lead in attacking, and he and Xi'an were still separated from the Communist Party's base, but Guan Linzheng was taking a detour from Gannan to Xianyang. As long as he dragged for more than ten days, Guan Lin's army could arrive. In this way, Zhang Yang could only retreat northward and retreat to the Sino-Mongolia border.

"However, I have confidence in my master's wife." Zhuang Jihua pointed to the proposal brought by Kong Xiangxi: "I dare not give up such a determination, but my master's wife made it, which shows that she is very confident in the current situation."

Christmas is on the 25th, and it is only four days before now. The negotiation will be completed in four days. Soong Mei-ling's determination is not very great. Zhuang Jihua asked himself not to make such a decision.

On December 22, Soong Mei-ling flew to Xi'an, and the entourage included Song Ziwen, Jiang Dingwen, Dai Li, Duan Na and others. In the afternoon, the joint meeting of Kong Xiangxi announced that the armistice order would be maintained until December 25, with this day limit, after this day, the Central Army would resume its attack. The air in the two cities of Nanjing and Xi'an suddenly became tense again.

However, Zhuang Jihua maintained his optimism. He was no longer in Nanjing. He took Gong Xiuhua Wu Ziniu Lu Ruishan to Song Xilian's division headquarters outside the city, and left Zhang Jingjiang and Kong Xiangxi in the city to deal with the main war faction, although their momentum was no longer as good as before.

The day before the truce was terminated, on December 24th, Zhang Jingjiang simply ran to him. When he met, he scolded Zhuang Jihua for being unreasonable and being foolish. He knew that nothing was wrong, but he didn't tell him, a disabled old man. He watched him run around every day, but he ran aside to hide for leisure. Now he didn't do it anymore, and everyone was leisurely.

Zhang Jingjiang's "reprimand" made everyone happy. Song Xilian blinked happily and said, "Mr. Jingjiang is right, the Cultural Revolution. I know the best. He plotted against everyone. Friends, allies, superiors, subordinates, and enemies. He has been plotting against us since the 7th Company. I have suffered too much loss."

"Mengguo, you must have a little conscience, are you suffering another loss?" Zhuang Jihua was very "dissatisfied": "Look at the breeze and the moon here, the river flows in a whirlpool. It's so poetic and picturesque; living in such a place. Do you have any complaints? Do you need to complain?"

The suburbs of Nanjing in the evening are very beautiful. The clouds in the sky dye the rays of rays of rays, and the white sails of the mountains and rivers shuttle. Sometimes there may be a long whistle or two, and the soldiers have already collected their silence, and the military camp is silent; the Yangtze River quietly flows through the edge of Nanjing; war and politics seem to suddenly be far away from them at this moment.

"Yes, it's so beautiful. Why haven't you ever discovered it before?" Gong Xiuhua couldn't help but murmur. Zhuang Jihua was fine these days in Nanjing. Each of them raised their hearts high and had not fallen behind until now.

No one said anything. They looked quietly at the river, at the gradually darkened Nanjing city walls, and thought about their own thoughts.

"Mengguo, how long does it take to build a floating bridge from Xiaguan to the other side?" Zhuang Jihua finally broke the silence. Gong Xiuhua gave him a dissatisfied look and blamed him for not destroying this warm atmosphere.

Song Xilian obviously didn't think about the meaning of Zhuang Jihua's question, so he replied casually: "It's okay to have to be half a day."

"Is it so fast?" Zhuang Jihua expressed doubts. He didn't care much about things like floating bridges before. The beautiful painting just now made him think of a tragedy on earth here in a year. If there was a floating bridge at that time, many people would probably run away. Zhuang Jihua couldn't help but think so.

Before Song Xilian answered, Zhang Jingjiang interrupted and asked, "There is no news in Xi'an yet. You are not worried at all. "The dice has been thrown. What should I worry about? The principal will leave Xi'an tomorrow." Zhuang Jihua said affirmatively: "Zhang Yang also understands that their biggest advantage at present is the principal; if this card fails, they will get nothing. We feel that time is tight, and they also feel that time is tight. Wang Jingwei is coming back. Without his wife in Nanjing, the attitude of the joint meeting is likely to change, and neither side will have a way out at that time."

"Will the Communist Party agree to let the principal come back?" Although the Communist Party sent a telegram to Nanjing to call for peace, the Nanjing side still refused to believe it. After all, the hatred between the two sides has been too deep.

"Of course, I think the Communist Party really wants to let the principal come back," Zhuang Jihua looked at the last light in the sky and said lightly: "Have you noticed that the telegram to the central government and the attitude of the Soviet Union when the incident happened; I think the Soviet Union must have had an influence on them, and for the interests of the Soviet Union, Stalin would also let the principal come back."

"I agree with the Communist Party of China that wants to let the chairman come back." Zhang Jingjiang nodded and turned to look at the dark Nanjing: "However, once he comes back, I don't know how many people will die and never get up again."

This topic is a bit heavy. The battle between the war includes too many things, and too many people involved in the local crowd and too many groups. Zhuang Jihua already felt a little. Before Kong Xiangxi proposed the ultimatum, he discussed with him and Zhang Jingjiang instead of the Chen brothers, which already showed his attitude. Soong Mei-ling did not forget the initial "betrayal" of the Chen brothers.

However, the Blue-Clothing Society is definitely the biggest loser. They are in charge of the battle from beginning to end. He Zhonghan's various actions have all caused doubts. The Blue-Clothing Army and White-Clothing have sworn in, and the two have been powered on, and many measures have been taken. Chiang Kai-shek will definitely settle the matter when he returns.

Of course, the biggest winner is definitely Zhuang Jihua. His unswerving support for Soong Mei-ling from beginning to end has reversed the situation in Nanjing to some extent, and Chiang Kai-shek and Soong Mei-ling's trust in him will increase to an unprecedented level.

"How many things are there to make mistakes, success or failure, and the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red for several times." Zhuang Jihua sighed: "It has been two thousand years, and this river has witnessed so many rise and fall. But looking back, what is it? What is it? Fascism is an extreme idea and is not suitable for China. It is better if the Blue Clothes Society is dissolved. Junshan and the others are not necessarily a bad thing after this setback."

Everyone was silent for a while, and then Song Xilian asked in a low voice: "Do you think the principal will disband the Blue-Clothing Society? This was set up by him personally."

"But the Blue Clothes Society has changed, and it runs contrary to the original theme. Look at the years of struggle for power, corruption, and relaxation of discipline. The iron-blooded, disciplined, and integrity claimed four years ago. How much is left now?" Zhuang Jihua shook his head and sighed. The prosperous Blue Clothes Society will disappear in just a few years.

"There are millions of people in the Blue Clothes Club. Did the principal disband them like this?" Song Xilian still disbelief. "I'm afraid it won't be disbanded immediately, but it's certain that your principal is very skilled in this regard." Zhang Jingjiang said slowly. In fact, he was not optimistic about this organization back then, but he looked at it from the perspective of his personal grudges with Chiang Kai-shek. Later, after communicating with Zhuang Jihua, he had a theoretical basis for opposing the situation. This time his judgment was based on his understanding of Chiang Kai-shek.

"What will we do next in the Cultural Revolution?" Song Xilian was a little curious. He didn't like politics. But this incident was that the scope of politics was far greater than that of military. He completely couldn't understand it, so he had to turn to Zhuang Jihua.

"What else can I do? What else can I do. Practice troops well and prepare for war." Zhuang Jihua thought of something when he said this: "By the way, Mengguo, send his brother, sister, nieces and nieces to Chongqing to avoid being in a hurry."

"I'm in a hurry?" Song Xilian turned his head in confusion and looked at Zhuang Jihua, and suddenly understood: "You mean that the War of Resistance is about to begin? Nanjing still can't be defended? Is that true?"

Zhuang Jihua didn't say anything. He stood up and stretched his waist, took a deep breath of the cold wind blowing from the river, and said a little intoxicatedly: "Our generation of soldiers is happy and unfortunate. I hope we can finish all the land wars. When Yaya and the others grow up, they don't have to fight again."

"If you insist on this judgment in the Cultural Revolution, then should the factories and mines in Jiangsu and Zhejiang be moved?" Zhang Jingjiang asked in a deep voice.

This makes Zhuang Jihua’s bad answer. If it should be, then what’s the reason? A full-scale war will break out next year? Where is the basis? If not, once the war breaks out, will so many companies have time to relocate? Zhuang Jihua is not sure.

After hesitating for a while, Zhuang Jihua finally didn't dare to say anything: "If you don't fight next year, you will fight the next year; tell them not to expand the production plants in Jiangsu and Zhejiang anymore, and turn their focus to Sichuan and Yunnan. By the way, sir, can you organize a group of business people from Shanghai to visit Yunnan? The mineral ratio there is also very rich."

"This is fine, I'll leave it to me and Adler," Zhang Jingjiang took a lot of money. Now he and Yu Qiaqing are in the business world of Shanghai. "The Cultural Revolution, Du Yuesheng has asked me several times and wants to know you."

When he mentioned Du Yuesheng, Zhuang Jihua remembered that Gong Xiuhua still owed him a favor, so he nodded and said, "Of course it's okay, I still owe him a drink. But I don't know if I have time to go to Shanghai. In the future, all local affairs will be presided over by Zai Tian. My local work will be transferred to the army, and I will strive to train 100,000 elite soldiers next year."

Zhang Jingjiang was fine, but Zhuang Jihua repeatedly instilled in him the time when the war broke out when he returned to China; but Song Xilian did not. He looked at Zhuang Jihua, and he didn't understand that Zhuang Jihua was so anxious. Will a total Sino-Japanese war really break out next year? More importantly, why is he so confident that Chiang Kai-shek will come back tomorrow.

But the facts told him that Zhuang Jihua won again. On December 25, Christmas Day, festive firecrackers rang out across Nanjing. This was not only to celebrate Christmas, but also to celebrate Chiang Kai-shek's safe departure from Xi'an.
Chapter completed!