Seeing Zheng Changlin glaring at him with a pair of bull eyes, looking indignant, Song Xilian's face suddenly became cold.

"Believe it or not, I'll take your dog eyes off for you?" Song Xilian said coldly.

Feeling that the temperature around him seemed to be a little lower, Zheng Changlin subconsciously shivered.

Looking at Song Xilian's face without anger, Zheng Changlin realized: It was no longer the time for Tang Shengzhi to be the commander-in-chief of the garrison.

But no matter how you say it, she is also the commander of the brigade. Song Xi even did not leave any face for herself in front of so many subordinates, which was too much...

Zheng Changlin's face turned purple, but in the end, he still didn't dare to get angry.

"Get out!" Song Xilian took another step forward, stood in front of Zheng Changlin and shouted.

If Zheng Changlin was ignorant of politeness, Song Xilian decided to take action.

Zheng Changlin glared at Song Xi with resentment and moved a step to the right.

Looking at Song Xilian's back as he turned into the door, Zheng Changlin's teeth chuckled.

Song Xilian, please wait for me.

Listening to the sound of cannons coming from the southeast, a regiment commander came up worriedly and attached himself to Zheng Changlin's ear and said, "Brig Commander, if you don't leave the city, you won't be able to get out..."

"I still need you to teach me?"

Zheng Changlin said ruthlessly, "How is the person you asked you to arrange?"

"It's already arranged!"

"Then let's start!" Zheng Chang said gritting his teeth.

If you can't cross the river, you have to wait to die...

Fight!

"Call Lao Yu over!" Zheng Changlin whispered, "I will explain it to him personally!"

Lao Yu was Zheng Changlin's guard platoon leader and his confidant.

The leader returned, and a big bearded man squeezed to Zheng Changlin.

Zheng Changlin muttered for a while, and Lao Yu nodded frequently.

Half an hour later, several strong men, protecting a middle-aged man, squeezed under Yijiang Gate.

The middle-aged man is Zheng Changlin, but he is now dressed as a wealthy businessman, wearing a brand new robe and a melon-skin hat.

He had a beard stuck on his mouth and makeup on his face. As long as someone who was not familiar with him stood in front of him, he could basically not recognize him.

The regiment commander and the guard were both wearing suits, and they were obviously the role of bodyguards.

Zheng Changlin's plan is very simple: get involved in the refugee group and leave the city from Yijiangmen.

Last night, when he was blocked by Song Xilian into Xingzhong Sect, he considered that there would be an emergency and made this arrangement early, but he didn't expect it to be used.

Zheng Changlin winked, Lao Yu nodded, squeezed to the horse, and said to the squad leader who was watching the checkpoint: "Boss, I'm here again..."

The squad leader wanted to scold him, but when he saw that it was Lao Yu, he immediately smiled: "Are you all here?"

Lao Yu nodded and pointed to Zheng Changlin and the leader behind him: "This is what my boss and shopkeeper..."

"Are you quite rich?" The squad leader stared at Zheng Changlin and said with a smile.

How could Lao Yu not understand the meaning? He spread his right hand and felt like he was magical, and there was a stack of money in his palm.

The squad leader's eyes lit up suddenly.

Depending on the thickness, there are only twenty or thirty pieces, which can be worth my year-long military salary.

The squad leader glanced at him, took the money quietly, rubbed it with his hands, and found that it was true, so he put it in his sleeves with peace of mind.

"Come in quietly, don't make a statement!" the squad leader said.

Even Song Xi was so majestic that the squad leader dared to commit favoritism and fraud without scrupulousness.

"Don't worry, boss, I understand!" Lao Yu nodded and said.

The squad leader asked the soldiers to move away and put Zheng Changlin and a few guards who had put on makeup in...

Money leads the way, and everything goes well.

Zheng Changlin relied on his colorful banknotes to make a fortune in Yijiangmen.

And this was done after the guard platoon leader's overnight responsiveness and hard work.

After the group of people in front boarded the ship, Zheng Changlin's group was put into the dock.

As soon as he entered the dock, Zheng Changlin suddenly broke into a sudden attack in his heart.

Song Xilian?

Why is he here?

Song Xilian stood on the side of the dock and was talking to Fang Buwei.

There was no one around, only five or six guards were guarding more than ten meters away, and you could tell at a glance that they were talking about important things.

"According to Chen Xiding, the Japanese army surrounded the Wulong Mountain Fortress two hours ago. Even if the regiment in the fortress relied on the mountain anti-aircraft artillery, how long can it last? Don't forget that the Japanese have artillery..." Song Xilian said in a low voice.

Fang Buwei gritted his teeth, lowered his head and said nothing.

He knew that he might not be able to leave, but he still felt ten thousand unwilling to accept it.

Fang Buwei had thought that he and Song Xilian would step forward, organize the defeated troops, re-defend the Xiaguan city gates and the Wulong Mountain Fortress, and buy time for retreat.

But it was directly rejected by Song Xilian.

All the commanders who can run away ran away, and all the news they should know were known by these defeated troops.

Seeing Chen Xiding and Liu Qixiong of the 71st Army gritting their teeth and patting their chests, they swear that they would report Wang Jingjiu and Shen Fazao when they arrived in Wuhan, and that they would be considered as stabilizing the troops.

People's hearts have dispersed. If you can control the troops and not mutiny or shoot at your own people guarding the city gate, you will have achieved the ultimate goal.

And everyone knows that few troops left behind can survive...

Who would be willing?

Now whoever dares to stand up and say that they want to organize everyone to defend the city will be the public enemy of the entire army.

Not to mention Fang Buwei, this national hero, it wouldn’t be possible even if the commissioner came in person.

Another thing is that time doesn't allow it.

Half an hour ago, Xiang Xian Jucai from the other side of the river sent someone to report. Traces of the Japanese small plainclothes team had been found in Pukou.

This shows that the large troops sent by the Japanese army to surround Pukou are about to arrive.

If you also have to organize personnel to guard it, it is equivalent to giving away heads to the Japanese army.

Only now is to escape and calculate one.

"Retreat!" Song Xilian sighed again, "It's not that you and I are unfaithful in the country, but that I am really powerless. Even if I go to Wuhan, who can say what you and me are not here? Staying there will only increase casualties..."

"Okay...ret!"

After a long time, Fang Buwei only burst out two words from his teeth.

Song Xilian suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

He realized that Fang Buwei was not ordinary stubborn. If he got into the horns, he would not be able to pull back the nine-headed cows.

In terms of emotion and reason, public and private, Song Xi did not even want to fall in Nanjing.

"What are you going to make arrangements?" Fang Buwei asked again.

"I will withdraw Xiong Xingmin first, and the city gate can only be handed over to Commander Xiao!" Song Xilian said, "In addition, all the troops in the city have retreated to Xiaguan one after another. I will ask Commander Xiao to suspend the guidance of refugees and instead guide the defeated troops. The same goes for your ship. You can't transport refugees anymore..."

Fang Buwei closed his eyes in pain.

If it were him, he could only make this choice.

That is, only part of the teaching corps arrived in Xicheng last night, and the rest were refugees who were brought to the Supplementary Brigade of the 88th Division.

Otherwise, how could Yijiangmen be reserved specifically for refugees?

It's too late to transport troops.

"You look forward to the boat, I'll inform Xiong Xingmin!" Song Xi patted Fang Buwei's shoulder continuously.

Fang Buwei nodded heavily.

The two of them turned around and happened to see Zheng Changlin who was about to board the ship.

Song Xilian didn't see anything, but saw that the group of people were dressed brightly and subconsciously took a look.

But in Fang Buwei's eyes, these dozen people were flawed everywhere.

Either silk shirts or suits, they are either rich or noble.

But looking at the complexion of the skin, it seems like it is sun-drinks all year round.

Moreover, more than a dozen people surrounded a middle-aged man in the middle, and at a glance, they knew that there was only one boss, and the rest were bodyguards.

After looking at the dress of several bodyguards, Fang Buwei suddenly narrowed his eyes.
To be continued...