Chapter 375: Republic of China: Starting from Whampoa Phase 1 Chapter 385 Who Dares Touch My Man!

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Protagonist:

Lv Muzhi

Lady Song pressed closer and closer, and Lv Muzhi's heart felt no better.

He looked back at the two teacups on the tea table that the old man had drunk from, and remembered a line:

"Golden cups shared with you drink, white blades show no mercy."

Back when I was just a Ji Jun Zhang, the Central Government could still trust and employ me.

But now, pushed by the war situation, the expansion of the Youth Army is inevitable, and holding three hundred thousand heavy troops truly makes the Central Government feel threatened.

Regardless of the old man's attitude, Lady Song's words, between the lines, had already frankly expressed her concern, and were also a warning.

That I can still sit here now is only because the Japanese are rampant; what happens afterward, I really need to think carefully about.

Regarding Lady Song's words, Lv Muzhi simply played dead, staring at the jar of Ningbo Shrimp Paste in front of him and pretending to be dazed.

"Wei Yue? What's wrong?" Seeing Lv Muzhi staring blankly, Lady Song spoke to ask.

Lv Muzhi then came back to himself and asked, "What did you say?"

Seeing Lv Muzhi playing dumb here, Lady Song didn't say anything more; she certainly couldn't really grab Lv Muzhi and drag him up, that would only benefit the Japanese.

The old man finally came out, smiling and asking, "What are you two talking about?"

Lady Song pushed the shrimp paste in front of the old man and said, "Chatting with Wei Yue about things from your hometown, but Wei Yue doesn't seem to be in good spirits; looks like he's tired."

The old man nodded: "That's fine, as long as you're back, rest for a while, nourish your spirit and energy, then return to the battlefield."

After speaking, he spread shrimp paste on his own bread.

Lv Muzhi said: "This time I'm back, I'm afraid I can't stay long; frontline equipment needs to be received, troops reorganized, and local livelihood matters, etc. I've stayed in the rear too long; I'm afraid the Japanese in North China are itching to cause trouble."

The old man said nothing, and Lady Song said from the side: "See, I said Wei Yue can't stay put; just got home and already thinking about returning to the frontline."

"This man, fighting on the frontline, fears most that his heart will be hardened, turned cold."

"Wei Yue, you can't be like this; your Sanxiang is waiting for you so hard."

Lv Muzhi looked at the old man and said: "I am not exactly enthusiastic about war; it's just that the situation forces me."

"My happiest times were when I was twenty years old, teaching at an elementary school in Shanghai."

"Back then, although there were warlords, the Japanese had not yet launched a full-scale war."

"Later I joined the military academy; if not for the Principal's promotion, I might have been an instructor at Whampoa Military Academy."

"Of course, being an instructor isn't bad either, but the battlefield for me can be even more vast and open."

The old man smiled: "Fortunately, we didn't keep you teaching at the military academy, otherwise we'd be in trouble now; it's better for you to be your commander, Commander-in-Chief of the Shanxi-Hebei-Shandong-Henan Border Region!"

Lv Muzhi placed both hands on his knees and said very seriously: "The reason I've reached my current position, the one thing I dare not forget, is Principal's promotion."

"I am a graduate of Whampoa Class 1, your disciple; every moment I remind myself of this."

"Whether it's the former Topography Instructor Lv Muzhi, or the current Youth Corps Commander, I am your disciple."

These words were spoken with deep sincerity; the old man was silent for a while, then helplessly looked at Lady Song.

Finally, the old man spoke: "Why say all this? Hurry and eat breakfast, eat more."

"The situation in North China still relies on you; since you want to go back early, then as you wish. Drive the Japanese away sooner, and our burdens will be lighter."

After breakfast, Lv Muzhi bade farewell to the old man and Lady Song.

The old man watched Lv Muzhi's departing back, deep in thought.

Lady Song walked to the window, drew back the curtain, and watched Lv Muzhi walk out the gate.

"The burden on Wei Yue is too heavy; we need to find someone to help him share it."

The old man was still thinking and didn't hear clearly what his wife said, asking: "What did you say?"

Lady Song sat back in her seat: "Henan cannot have only Wei Yue alone; someone else must be sent there."

"Who do you say to send?"

Lady Song thought for a moment: "The person sent must be from the Central Government, loyal to you, and must not be a Whampoa graduate!"

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Outside the General Headquarters Courtyard, Lv Muzhi noticed his car had become somewhat different.

Although they were all Steyr Cars, this one obviously had some subtle differences.

The car window rolled down, and the person in the back seat was none other than his own wife, Zhu Sanxiang.

Lv Muzhi walked over, got in the car, and asked: "How did you come?"

Zhu Sanxiang leaned against the back seat and said: "Two hundred transport trucks need to be added to the Burma Road; I just handed the procurement plan to the Central Government. Hearing you were here, I figured I'd come along with you on the way back."

Lv Muzhi nodded and said nothing more; the two sat quietly in the back seat without exchanging a word.

As soon as they got home and closed the gate, Zhu Sanxiang said: "Muzi, you should return to the frontline as soon as possible; this rear territory cannot be stayed in."

Lv Muzhi sat on the sofa, looked around, and asked: "Where is An'an?"

"Went to school." After speaking, Zhu Sanxiang picked up the telephone receiver and dialed a number.

"Regimental Commander Li, how are the security drill preparations for the Arsenal Guard Regiment going?"

On the other end of the phone, Li Baoguo, Regimental Commander of the Guard Regiment outside the suburbs, replied: "The five thousand brothers of the Arsenal have all assembled and are currently drilling!"

Zhu Sanxiang nodded: "Mm, that's enough. Don't make too much of a commotion; wrap it up early."

Lv Muzhi's eyes widened, a series of events linked together:

His own Arsenal Guard Regiment conducting drills; Zhu Sanxiang picking him up outside the General Headquarters Courtyard; what Lady Song said to him at the dining table......

"Sanxiang, you must not act recklessly; I just had breakfast at the old man's place, don't imagine things."

Zhu Sanxiang said with a half-smile: "What's wrong? I merely had Li Baoguo's Guard Battalion conduct a safety drill; how did that become reckless?"

Lv Muzhi looked into Zhu Sanxiang's eyes, feeling considerably relieved. His own lady wife now had a political sense far sharper than before.

Instead, it was he himself who had stayed too long on the frontline, busy struggling against the Japanese, that he had temporarily forgotten that iron law of history.

But there was no choice—the old man had summoned him; could he possibly not go?

He had not expected that the Japanese had not yet been driven off, that the war situation had just begun to improve, and already some people were impatient, sitting on pins and needles.

If Lady Song had truly meant to lay hands on him at the table just now, his lady wife Zhu Sanxiang would surely have stirred up a storm in Chongqing.

Those four thousand elite troops of the Arsenal Guard Battalion, plus those Sanhao Tanks stored inside the factory, would be enough to make Lady Song drink a pot.

Most important were the large numbers of strong workers within the factory district; one must know that the firearms, ammunition, and artillery produced and stored there were enough to arm an entire division!

If it really blew up, no one would come out looking good.

Zhu Sanxiang looked at Lv Muzhi with resentment: "After your son's birthday is over, you go back to your Henan. Before that, your safety on the road is my responsibility; I know this place of Chongqing well."

Whoever dares lay a hand on my man, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"