Han Fuju was not as calm as the Sichuan generals imagined. He got into the car and said a few words, and was impatient to invite Liu Xiang to the next carriage alone.

"Mr. Fu, I want to talk to you alone when I was about that telegram!"

"Since Wuhan has been apart from that incident, they are not at ease who I talk to now. Tiankui and Wenhua will be with me!"

Liu Xiang took the handrail on the seat and stood up.

Han Fuju, who paid attention to his words and actions, felt a bad premonition in his heart.

The incident in Dezhou was too outrageous, and Han Fuju regretted it a little and shouldn't have offended Feng Tiankui.

He never expected that Feng Tiankui would like this in Liu Xiang's mind.

Hearing Liu Xiang's words, Pan Wenhua immediately stood up. Although he did not support Liu Xiang, he was still very close to him.

Feng Tiankui looked at Han Fuju's pistol brigade security regiment, and he asked him to bring him here, with the Sichuan military guards, and followed Liu Xiang in.

"Brother Xiang Fang, to be honest, since the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, what you did really disappoint me."

Before Liu Xiang could enter the car, he spoke slowly.

Han Fuju was disappointed.

He originally thought that with Liu Xiang's support, he could expel the National Government in Sichuan and the defeat of Chiang was half successful.

Now it seems that although the Sichuan army encountered various discriminations after leaving Sichuan, Liu Xiang was still the same Liu Xiang.

"Mr. Fu, attacked Sangyuan Station at night, fought bloody battles in Dezhou, defended Linyi, encountered a battle in Jiyang, the battle of Tuhai River, the battle of Jinan, the battle of Dajiangkou, and I am also fighting the Japanese."

"How to say, these battles are too insignificant. More than two years ago, I asked Xiaoshan to remind you that the Japanese army is selfless and you must prepare for war as soon as possible. More than two years have passed, and the five divisions have only 100,000 troops now. The power of the people has not been mobilized. Except for the pistol brigade under your command, you are barely commendable. Other weapons are as bad as the 29th Army and the Northwest Army. Are you worthy of the fertile land of Shandong? Do you deserve the support of so many people?"

"Mr. Fu, we are the national army, and we are suspected of being pro-communist! In the past two years, I have been working hard and working hard on the law in rectifying Shandong education and have made great achievements."

"I mean, as a province with a large population, Shandong's contribution to the War of Resistance is extremely inconsistent with Shandong's economic and political status in the Republic of China. The results of these battles you fought are less than a fraction of Yan Xishan!"

Sad to his misfortune and angered him not to fight. Liu Xiang said while shaking his head. It was useless to say that these things were useless.

Han Fuju was about to explain, but suddenly Fu Chang informed him outside.

"Fu Shuai, emergency telegram, Xiaoshan came!"

Feng Tiankui went out to receive the telegram, and after reading the telegram, his face changed.

Liu Xiang didn't see Han Fuju in the telegram. He inferred that when Han Fuju contacted Song Zheyuan or Ning Ma, he would definitely say that the general had agreed to oppose Chiang, and Song Zheyuan, who received Han Fuju's telegram, would definitely report the news.

When the meeting was held on the train, Huang Niba fell into his crotch.

"Damn it, this damn boy, why didn't you send a telegram earlier!"

Feng Tiankui hurriedly handed the telegram to Liu Xiang, and Liu Xiang was stunned.

This time he came here, he wanted to stop Han Fuju from contacting Song Zheyuan.

In order to cover the withdrawal of the 29th Army, Zhang Zizhong negotiated with the Japanese in Peking under the order of Song Zheyuan, and finally made a false statement. In the end, he escaped to Shandong and wanted to surrender to Han Fuju, who was also a Northwest Army.

While waiting for the notification in the living room, Han Fuju deliberately shouted in the inner room:

"Zhang Zizhong, haven't you become a traitor? Why are you here to find me, Lao Han? Lao Han is going to fight the Japanese!"

After they left, you still stepped on their shoulders and made a big fuss and made a fuss, and became Zhang Nizizhong in Nanjing. Almost all newspapers were criticized and forced to go desperate.

After receiving Zhou Xiaoshan's telegram, Liu Xiangquan understood that the guy in front of him was a guy who was unwilling to be lonely.

I remembered that some time ago, Zhou Xiaoshan entrusted Liu Ziman to help Zhang Zizhong clarify in the newspaper, and Liu Xiang was still mocking this guy for his care.

In a blink of an eye, the dirty water hits me.

Your mother told Song Zheyuan that I agree to join forces with you to fight Jiang.

Are you stupid or Song Zheyuan stupid?

It’s okay if you commit suicide, but you’ll have to die together?

No accidental disaster!

Liu Xiang, who had just taught Han Fuju a lesson, read the telegram, looked at the shaky black pot and jumped up from the sofa in shock.

"I, you, Han Fuju, ancestor, you see, you did a good thing! The way of heaven is good for reincarnation, who will the heaven bypass? How did you cheat Zhang Zizhong? Now you suffer the consequences. You are not afraid that the Military Control Commission and the Kangze Random Movement will be you. I am unjustly this time!"

Pointing at Han Fuju's nose, before he finished scolding, he suddenly put down his hand and ordered Feng Tiankui.

"Tiankui, send a telegram to Li Zongren immediately to see whether his train is in front or behind. I want to get off!"

"Mr. Fu, I understand Song Zheyuan, so I shouldn't tell you."

Seeing Liu Xiang get up and leaving, Han Fuju pulled him away.

"You know nothing, I don't know Song Zheyuan. At the time when I, Liu Xiang, admired him as a man. He has been soaked in Peking City over the years. After the July 7 Incident, he became so cowardly."

Seeing Han Fuju pulling his clothes, Liu Xiang jumped up anxiously.

He wanted to send a telegram to ask the boy.

How to deal with the current situation? Han Fuju picked up a group of Sichuan generals at Xuzhou Railway Station and didn’t see too many people.

Han Fuju judged that it must be a problem with the telegram. He grabbed the telegram in Liu Xiang's hand and saw that the conspiracy was exposed and his face turned red.

"Will Song Zheyuan really tell the news? Is this telegram conclusive?"

The angry Liu Xiang once again confirmed Zhou Xiaoshan's judgment from Han Fuju's face.

I can't even explain it clearly if I'm angry.

"Don't snitch... Don't snitch... My surname is Han!"

When Liu Xiang saw Feng Tiankui running to send a telegram, Pan Wenhua came to protect him and pointed at Han Fuju's nose and scolded.

"Mr. Fu saved me!"

"Save you, I'm implicated by you now, and I can't protect myself. Mr. Jiang may not do anything to me, but the spies under his command will not kill me!"

It was really because he had a dispute with Jiang Jiang and was plotted against him, and Liu Xiang also recognized him. What is this special lady?

Sichuan has many conflicts with the national government. The Sichuan army endured humiliation and resisted Japan, but how could it withstand this bastard's trouble?

"There is a million oceans here to reward the Luchuan Army. I also have villas in Qingdao, Jinan, and Linyi, and I will give them to Mr. Fu."

"You have thrown it to the Japanese by you. Qingdao cannot beat you, no one blames you, but Jinan's Yellow River natural danger, you will leave without a single shot, the Chinese will never forgive you! The Japanese occupy half of Shandong, and your army has not even lost half. I can only suggest that you review with the Chinese, admit your mistakes, and concentrate on fighting the Japanese."

Looking at the silver notes handed over by Han Fuju, Liu Xiang waved his hand and the silver notes fell to the ground.

Seeing the silver bills falling on the ground, Han Fuju also took the initiative.

"Mr. Fu, I don't understand why you are so afraid of him, Mr. Jiang. I just lost it in Jinan, but who lost it in Shanghai, who lost it in Wuxi, who lost it in Suzhou, and who lost it in Nanjing. I don't believe it. What if Jiang Jiang dares to do to me!"

"He doesn't dare to do anything to you, I can't explain it to you!"

Liu Xiang looked at Feng Tiankui back with a gaze.

Knowing that Li Zongren's train was behind, he quickly asked Han Fuju to stop the car. He wanted to get off. This car was not a car to drive a military conference.
Chapter completed!