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Huo Xiangzhen sat behind half of the earthen wall, eating his first hot meal after leaving Beijing with his head down.The hot rice is pancakes, without vegetables, and a thin layer of sesame salt is sandwiched in the pancakes, which is a bit of taste.He couldn't remember when he had the last meal—it seemed like he hadn't had a serious meal for a long time, but he didn't starve to death. He didn't know how he dealt with it day by day.

At noon, there was a big sun hanging in the sky, shining directly on his shoulders and back.The jacket of the military uniform has long been unwearable, and the only layer of white shirt is also yellowed by sweat.A small crooked-neck tree grew beside the earth wall, barely giving him a little shade.

Gobbling the last bit of pancake into his mouth, he turned on the kettle and took another swig.His back was so hot that it started to itch, and he scratched it with a hand behind his back, which was very unpleasant.Smelling the sweaty smell from the neckline, he turned around and rubbed against the tree trunk, thinking indifferently, "I'm living like a bear."

Since Langfang also fell, Huo Xiangzhen listened to the command of the old commander, distributed troops along the Jinpu Railway, and pulled the defense line from Tianjin all the way to Cangzhou.Judging from the numbers, he has a lot of soldiers in his hands, more than ten thousand soldiers, but only the An Rushan Army and the Fourth Army under his command are really at his command; the rest are mobs. If there is a battle, it is very likely that they will defect.And he and An Rushan guarded the two ends of the battle line, An Rushan was in Tianjin, and he went to Cangzhou to supervise the battle.Cangzhou is the front line to meet the enemy, and at this time, he is still reluctant to use his old capital.

His source is An Rushan.An Rushan was raising military salaries in Tianjin, and the battle was already difficult, but if the soldiers were to suffer, wouldn't that be driving them to the opposite revolutionary army?Huo Xiangzhen had thought of all the problems before, except he didn't expect that he would be short of pay - he thought that he could get 80 yuan from home no matter what, and if he had 80 yuan, it would be enough to temporarily appease his direct troops .

He didn't expect that Ma Congrong didn't even leave him a passbook.

This package meeting came so suddenly that he always felt in a trance, not like the real thing.He grew up with Ma Congrong. Ma Congrong has always been incapable of writing and martial arts. He has a very clever mind, but he is dedicated to trivial matters.Huo Xiangzhen thought that she had seen through the essence of the other party, so she beat him, scolded him, and spoiled him.He is greedy for money and playing power, and Huo Xiangzhen tolerates it completely, because he knows that he is muddled and can't support the wall, and he knows that he likes money, likes to show off all over the world, and likes to play like Mr. Ma.

Beatings are beatings, scolding is scolding, in fact, he will never be as knowledgeable as Ma Congrong.Ma Congrong was born with that kind of bastard, if he can't fix it, what can he do?There's no way, as long as you don't cause a big mess, let him do the rest!

He didn't like Ma Congrong, he didn't like Ma Congrong at the beginning, and he doesn't like him now.It's so insignificant, he and he are still a family - members of the family, at this juncture, put on a wrapping party for him.

He couldn't figure out the reason, and he always felt that Ma Congrong shouldn't be so bad.If you can't figure it out, don't think about it.He had already pinned his head to the waistband of his trousers, and had no time to dig deeper.Besides, there are many things that cannot be thought about carefully. If you think about it deeply, it will make people feel cold from the heart.Money is nothing, it will come back after all the money is gone.When An Rushan said that Ma Congrong had hid in the French Concession, Huo Xiangzhen heard this and just wanted to sneer.

You want, here you are!Quan pretended to cash those two blank checks, I don't regret it, what are you afraid of?

After eating and drinking, Huo Xiangzhen leaned against the big tree and rested for a while.Not far away, there is also a shade of trees, squatting alone Andre.Andre has become a complete loner recently, because his adjutants and colleagues all said that he has a fox smell.Of course, this is exaggerated, but it is not completely wronged him.He only basked in the sun without taking a bath for several days in a row, and the body odor of his old hair was indeed daunting.He squatted into a huge ball with arched shoulders and back, his face and body didn't quite match.The body is stalwart, but with blond hair and blue eyes and thin lips, it is a large beauty head.If the young old Maozi grows well, he will be quite beautiful, but unfortunately he can't help growing old, he will lose his shape after a few years, and he will go out of control.

Huo Xiangzhen doesn't dare to provoke him now, sometimes when he passes by, the smell will make Huo Xiangzhen feel like he has entered the Ten Thousand Livestock Garden.Andre also has self-knowledge, looking for water to take a bath alone, but it is a pity that every time he fails, because the war breaks out at any time, he often walks to the river to take off his clothes, but there is a sudden gunshot in the distance, making him Turn your head and run to the position.

Squatting until his legs were numb, Andre raised his head and glanced in Huo Xiangzhen's direction.Huo Xiangzhen sat leaning against the tree trunk, closing her eyes and recuperating.With his hands resting on his raised knees, he was expressionless, like a dirty statue covered in gunpowder smoke and dust.

Andre got up and walked quietly towards him.Bending down to pick up the jug beside him, Andre turned back and filled him with another jug ​​of cold well water.

Gently put the kettle back in place, and he backed away quietly.Huo Xiangzhen didn't open her eyes, she just took the kettle and turned it on to drink.Just after taking a sip, he turned his head and spat out a mouthful of "pooh", spat out a short golden hair.Opening his eyes and staring at Andre, he yelled: "You bastard, why are you still fucking hairy?"

Andre shuddered at first, then blinked his blue eyes in a daze, pretending not to understand Chinese.

Huo Xiangzhen turned to the front, raised his head and continued to drink water. It was too hot, and well water was his only cold drink.Before he finished drinking a pot of well water, Li Kechen ran over in a hurry, leaned over in front of him and said in a low voice, "Commander, a secret message is coming from above."

Huo Xiangzhen took a translated telegram from Li Kechen.After reading it over and over several times, he knew in his mind that the situation seemed to be turning around. Old Marshal Zhang in Beijing had mobilized hundreds of thousands of soldiers and was about to launch a counterattack against the revolutionary army.

Among the hundreds of thousands of soldiers, Huo Xiangzhen's Zhilu coalition army was also included.Huo Xiangzhen was willing to fight, because his army was short of food and food, and he couldn't afford a protracted war.

At the beginning of June of this year, Ma Congrong was sitting at home and saw the news of the defeat of the coalition forces from the newspapers. The newspapers run by the Chinese used to mention Huo Xiangzhen and wrote "Huo Shuai Jingheng" very respectfully, but now they speak casually. As the times changed, it became "Huo Ni Xiangzhen".The revolutionary army had just conquered Cangzhou, and Huo Nixiangzhen led the remnants and was fleeing north along the Jinpu Railway.

After reading a piece of news, Ma Congrong threw the newspaper on the coffee table in front of him unhappily.The wording of the report was too unfavorable, what kind of ugliness did Huo Xiangzhen look like, victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs, and it's not just a mouse, how can it be called fleeing?

Aside from his resentment, he felt a little happy, as if the newspaper had also avenged himself by hitting Yumu head-on.Getting up from the soft sofa, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass window and looked out.The western-style building he lives in is Baroque, and the glass windows are no exception. The central small pane is inlaid with colorful stained glass, and the sunlight shines inward, casting a colorful jigsaw puzzle on Ma Congrong's face.People on the second floor can have a panoramic view of the grass in front of the building.After he arrived, the lawn was carefully built into a green carpet by the gardener who was watching the house. Two wolfhounds lay on the edge of the grass in a dutiful manner, lazily sticking out their tongues to doze off.A young man in plain clothes put his hands in his pockets, wandering back and forth in the shadow of the porter—he brought a large group of cronies from Beijing, who have now taken off their military uniforms and are taken care of by him as family members.There is also a symbolic small garden at the back of the mansion. The French Concession is very expensive. It is a remarkable feat for him to live in a house with a small garden, so there are people in the family, guns, and dogs.Early in the morning and evening, his men would carry guns and dogs and patrol in circles.

An electric fan stood in the corner of the room, and the gentle breeze blew the corner of his robe.Peeling off a piece of chocolate candy and putting it in his mouth, he felt a little uncomfortable when he remembered that the uncle was fleeing - it was not because he was afraid that Huo Xiangzhen would flee to Tianjin to settle accounts with him, the Chinese soldiers could not enter the French Concession, even if Huo Xiangzhen came alone, he would There is also a limit to the fear, at most it is just a violent beating, and it is not that he has not suffered.He guessed that Huo Xiangzhen couldn't kill him, why he couldn't kill him, and he couldn't give a specific reason. In short, he believed that the uncle had feelings for him, and the uncle didn't care about money, and he had never been anxious about money and people in his life.

When he left Huo's mansion that night, he left in a rage.After arriving in Tianjin overnight, his hands were still shaking, and the more he thought about the uncle, the angrier he became, and all he remembered was the bad, such as the heart-wrenching pain he had just suffered.Now that his anger dissipated, he looked back on the past, but picked up the other party's benefits one by one.At the end of picking it up, he felt a chill, not for himself, but for the uncle.

He admitted that he was too ruthless and bullied the uncle himself.But let him leave his comfort zone and run to the battlefield, then he is still unwilling.He was so young and so rich, he couldn't bear to die.

Ma Congrong thought about Huo Xiangzhen every day, his body sank in the latest sofa, he was motionless in his thoughts, purely "thinking".Only "thinking" is the safest, he doesn't even like to leave the house now.The thoughts in his mind were a little messed up, and he needed to straighten things out bit by bit.He lives by reason, and he cannot be chaotic.Chaos broke out, he was afraid that he would run out of the French Concession impulsively and lose his good life, but he went to "flee" with Huo Xiangzhen.

He can't escape, he has to take a bath every day, and the thin silk underwear is also changed every day, and at the end of the month, he must ask the most senior White Russian barber to clean his head.In today's weather, if you don't eat three meals of ice cream a day to relieve the heat and cool down, how can you live?Can the fruit be eaten if it has not been chilled?Pulling out a bare foot from the soft-soled slippers, he leaned back and crossed his legs.Wiggling his toes in the breeze from the electric fan, he squinted at the bright sun outside the window.What does it feel like to walk long distances wearing shoes and socks day and night in this weather?

Ma Congrong sighed and felt comfortable with the cool breeze blowing his feet.For the uncle, he really "doesn't serve" this time.