Unlimited capital system of warlords of the Republic of China

Han Xiyuan didn't leave immediately after killing Jin Gu Yuori, he searched for Jin Gu Yuori's temporary headquarters.

"Preferential treatment plan for prisoners of war."

Han Xiyuan looked at a battle plan, and at first glance the name seemed very normal.

After all, in addition to the 80 retreated and 50 killed in battle, the 28-strong army had nearly [-] prisoners of war.

But looking through the plan, Han Xiyuan was immediately angry.

Because, this is not a preferential treatment policy for prisoners of war at all, but a naked plan of torture and killing.

The methods of massacre include entrapment and experimenting with gas bombs. One of them made Han Xiyuan lose control. He poured sulfuric acid on the prisoners of war and tested how far they could crawl.

"There is no way to rescue the prisoners of war in Pudong, Haihe, and Jiangfu, but I must rescue the prisoners in Hengbei. However, if I disclose this plan to the reporters in the French-Prussian Concession, it may be possible to let them Those prisoners of war survived."

Han Xiyuan made a plan in no time, and he searched again, but couldn't find any valuable documents.

He withdrew quickly. After all, it was a time of war, and Kanaya Haori's death should be discovered soon.

"The head of the brigade is tired and is resting. Don't disturb the head of the brigade at will."

Han Xiyuan said to the guard who had just returned, that he had just opened the two of them up.

"Yes, Major Ogi."

The two guards lowered their heads and shouted at each other. Han Xiyuan nodded and was about to leave when he found that he hadn't done one thing.

He turned around, causing the two guards to look up, and then they slapped each of them.

"You did a great job."

Most of the rewards given by the Fusang people's superiors to their subordinates are a slap in the face.

Of course, because of this, Fusang Kingdom has always had the tradition of following the above.

The two guards who were beaten were still happily shouting "Hayi".

In the French-Prussian Concession, Huang Jinrong looked at Ding Fenglu in front of him.

"Station Master Ding, as a big cadre, I will definitely do my best for your request. However, according to my report, the authorities in the French-Prussian Concession will not accept so many big cadres from the Republic of China. Therefore, I can only save some soldiers to the greatest extent."

What Huang Jinrong said was true, Ding Fenglu nodded slightly, and then spoke.

"Just leave it to Mr. Huang."

At twelve noon, Han Xiyuan retreated to the position currently occupied by Zhou Xinghui.

In the last half an hour, Zhou Xinghui and others advanced very quickly, and even advanced to the Hengbei area.

A junior soldier ran directly up to the tall building, kicked over the Fusang Army flag on the tall building, and then ruthlessly planted the only flag on it.

"Brother Boyue."

Han Xiyuan greeted everyone in front of him, and then took out a map he got from Jin Gu Haori's headquarters.

"Everyone, there is a prisoner-of-war camp in the Hengbei area. It is estimated that there are many of our colleagues there. As long as we conquer there, we can get more soldiers to help us. At that time, we can retreat to the Suzhou area."

Han Xiyuan briefly stated his latest battle plan. He also wanted to take this opportunity to summon the junior fighters in his system warehouse. By then, the army in Han Xiyuan's hands could be increased to less than ten thousand. number.

"Battalion Commander, there are people from the French-Prussian Concession again."

At this moment, a junior soldier ran forward and reported to Han Xiyuan.

"You fought this battle very well, but we haven't broken out of the siege yet, so we still can't relax. So, please continue to make arrangements according to our battle plan."

Han Xiyuan just briefly described Han Xiyuan sneaking into the enemy camp and killing Han Xiyuan. The more lightly he described it, the more he admired the company commanders of the 88th Division.

"Brother Bo Yue, come with me to meet the people from the Prussian Concession!"

Han Xiyuan then spoke to Xu Yitian, and now Xu Yitian had completely obeyed Han Xiyuan's order and followed behind him.

The people who came this time were Ding Fenglu and his entourage, as well as a youth gang leader named Du Yueming.

Because Han Xiyuan's army had already repelled the Fusang army, they passed the Suzhou Creek easily.

"Which one is Han Xiyuan, Han Battalion Commander?"

Ding Fenglu spoke to Han Xiyuan and Xu Yitian.

"I am Han Xiyuan."

Han Xiyuan didn't expect that the middle-aged man in front of him would call him by name.

"Commander Han, here is the letter of appointment and the Silver Wolf Medal."

Ding Fenglu did not follow those etiquettes, after all, it was wartime.

Han Xiyuan nodded, and took the letter of appointment from Ding Fenglu. He didn't expect that he would be promoted to the head of the colonel.

Unfortunately, the system didn't give any prompts.

Obviously, the military rank of the system is not linked to the actual military rank.

As for the Silver Wolf Medal, he naturally knew its value.

"Leader Han, Your Majesty sent a secret message ordering your troops to withdraw from Sixin Bank. In addition, this is Mr. Du Yueming. He can guarantee that the soldiers advancing into the French-Prussian Concession will receive preferential treatment and medical treatment."

As Ding Fenglu said, he introduced Du Yueming to Han Xiyuan.

When it came to preferential treatment and medical treatment, Han Xiyuan immediately handed the document of "Preferential Treatment Plan for Prisoners" obtained from Jin Gu Yuzhi's headquarters to Ding Fenglu.

"These prisoners of war should be treated preferentially. Your Majesty's will is to withdraw from the Sixin Bank. We can execute the order, but I hope to break through from the front and let our people understand that the Fusang Army is not invincible."

Han Xiyuan handed the document to Ding Fenglu, and then extended his hand to Du Yueming.

"Mr. Du Yueming, there are still some wounded soldiers and young students and children in the Sixin Bank. They are full of blood and want to fight against Fusang soldiers. However, they should not spill their blood here. So please, You take them home."

As Han Xiyuan said, the two of them clasped their hands tightly.

"Don't worry, Head Han. Although I, Du Yueming, have no official position, I understand better that everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world."

Du Yueming is also an unyielding patriot.

"Tuan Zhang, where did these documents come from?"

Ding Fenglu had studied in Fusang country before, so he could understand the contents of the document, and he handed it to Du Yueming who was beside him.

Du Yueming took it. Although he couldn't understand Fusang's words, he could understand the pictures. When he saw the soldiers who were tortured and killed, he clenched his fists.

"During today's counterattack, I led my special operations team to infiltrate the headquarters of the Fusang Army. After killing the enemy commander Kanaya Haori, I found it in his headquarters."

Han Xiyuan spoke lightly to the two people in front of him, but Du Yueming inevitably "hissed", he didn't expect Han Xiyuan in front of him to be so powerful.

"On behalf of the brothers in these prisoner-of-war camps, I pay tribute to Commander Han."

Ding Fenglu was also a soldier, so he gave Han Xiyuan a military salute.

"The two of you should make arrangements as soon as possible to evacuate the wounded, students and children in Sixin Bank. The war will continue soon. I won't stay here any longer. Brother Bo Yue, I will leave this place to you."

Han Xiyuan returned a military salute to Ding Fenglu. He originally planned to rescue the soldiers from the prisoner-of-war camp before sunset today, which meant that he did not have enough time.

"Captain Han, haven't you asked about the name yet?"

Du Yueming suddenly said at this moment that those gangsters of the youth gang were most concerned about setting up a memorial tablet. He was afraid of the death of the hero in front of him, but no one set up a memorial tablet for him.

"Mr. Du Yueming, one day, we will meet again."