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Huo Xiangzhen was sitting on a tall boulder with his arms hanging down, holding a command whip horizontally.There are mountains and mountains in all directions, stretching endlessly.

He took his soldiers and retreated all the way into Yanshan.

According to the news just received in the morning, the three armored trains bound for Qinhuangdao were all stopped halfway, and all the Belarusian soldiers in the three trains were also captured.He had been clamoring to withdraw outside the pass, but in fact he knew in his heart that the old commander's successor, the young commander, would not allow the Zhilu coalition forces to rush to the northeast - tens of thousands of people, like wolves and tigers, the food and pay alone is not enough , once troubles arise again, who can suppress them?

If you don't leave the gate, you have no way to go.Huo Xiangzhen gazed at the blue and rolling mountains and remained silent for a long time.What a big world with sky high and earth wide, yet there is no place for him to stand.

Live as a hero, and die as a ghost.He is young and doesn't want to die, but there are only two paths before him, one is to be a hero, and the other is to be a ghost.There is only one choice between the two for the path destined by nature.

The big sun shone brilliantly on his head and face, he raised his head and squinted his eyes, showing two thick eyelashes.The sun was so dazzling that it almost made him cry.His face was hot, but his tears were cold.Raising his hand and quickly wiped the corner of his eyes, he didn't know if he was crying.Never cry, never cry again.

There was always a ghostly itching in his chest, and he couldn't tell when it would make him cough violently.Holding the command whip and standing up, he felt the weight of the pistol around his waist for the first time.In the past, he always seemed to be extremely powerful, and it was easy to fire a submachine gun with one hand, but now, for some reason, a pistol would fall to his body.Closing his mouth with a pair of dirty white gloves, he raised his head and chest with force, coughed lightly and took a step.

Going back around the big rock, he met some guards behind a forest.Swallowing his saliva one mouthful at a time, he tried his best to catch his breath.Andre, who was among the guards, tilted his head and looked at his face seriously.The corners of his soft mouth moved, and Andre hesitated to say anything——Chinese has never been learned well, and his words often fail to convey the meaning.When talking about gossip, he is not afraid that his words will not express his meaning, but when talking about serious matters, because he is extra cautious, he is ashamed to speak and prefers to remain silent.

Huo Xiangzhen led the way ahead, and not far away, fortifications gradually appeared on the side of the road.The advantage of the mountains is that they are easy to defend and difficult to attack. As long as there is enough food and grass, they can fight another protracted battle.The National Revolutionary Army really had no choice but to stop. In recent days, the two sides have fought one after another, and even had a ceasefire all day long.

The mountain road was rugged, and Huo Xiangzhen wobbled along the way.When he entered a ruined temple in the mountains that served as the command post, he visibly shivered.Andre moved a small horse for him, and finally said: "Commander, sit down."

Huo Xiangzhen sat down with his knees supported, his whole body was shivering with chills, and his mind was buzzing.After coughing twice, he took the kettle from Andre's hand.He raised his head and took a sip of water, and he handed the kettle back to Andre: "It needs to be hot."

Andre took the kettle to find hot water.He knows Huo Xiangzhen's physique best. He used to be able to plunge his head into the water of the newly-chilled well to dispel the heat, but now he can't help but take a sip of cold water.

Andre boiled a small pot of boiling water and made a pinch of dirty brick tea.The hot tea was sent to the ruined temple on the front foot, and the lunch was cooked on the back foot.Huo Xiangzhen didn't make a fuss, he would eat whatever the soldiers ate, but he suffered from the pampered adjutants around him.The adjutants were self-reliant, set up traps in the woods to catch wild animals, and secretly grilled and ate them without Andre, because the old man had too much appetite.

So after Andre delivered the meal to Huo Xiangzhen, he left the ruined temple with a small iron basin, wanting to share some vegetable soup.Unexpectedly, before he had gone far, he was stopped by someone.Looking around, Misheng saw An Rushan and Ma Congrong beside An Rushan by surprise.He licked his lips dumbfounded, and called out timidly: "Miaochang..."

Apart from An Rushan, who had recruited him into the guards, Miao Zhang and Dashuai were his saviors.For Ma Congrong, he always has a little affection.He opened his eyes and looked at the other party carefully. He saw that Ma Congrong was wearing a coarse trousers jacket, which looked like a villager from a distance, and he was holding a broken and big straw hat in his hand.Nodding to Andre, Ma Congrong was as gentle as ever: "My lord, is the commander in?"

Andre nodded blankly, and then heard An Rushan whisper to Ma Congrong: "You wait outside for a while, I'll go in and make an announcement."

Ma Congrong said with a smile: "There is Captain Lao'an."

An Rushan waved his hand, and then strode towards the ruined temple.He only knew that Ma Congrong was "flying alone in the face of a catastrophe", but he didn't know that Ma Congrong flew into a roc with wings spread, and even scraped a floor of Huo Mansion before leaving.He has always looked down on Ma Congrong, thinking that this guy is a jester, but the jester is willing to venture through the defense lines of the two armies to see the commander-in-chief, this kind of affection is quite important.

Seeing that An Rushan turned a corner at the end of the road, Andre turned to Ma Congrong, and suddenly mustered up the courage to speak: "The commander is ill."

He said these four words so out of tune that Ma Congrong asked, "What?"

Andre smoothed his tongue, trying his best to calmly spit out each word: "Marshal, I'm sick."

Ma Congrong's face changed, and he was about to ask carefully.However, An Rushan turned out of the front, and An Rushan silently waved as he walked towards him.Ma Congrong understood, left Andre immediately, and walked forward quickly.When he was face to face with An Rushan, An Rushan pointed back: "Go in, the commander-in-chief agrees to see you."

Ma Congrong walked along the path, and after a few steps, he turned a corner and saw two wide-open temple gates.The inside of the door was dark, and there were no statues and incense, only Huo Xiangzhen sitting with his back against the wall.

One foot inside the door and one foot outside the door stopped, Ma Congrong stared at Huo Xiangzhen dumbfounded, he could hardly believe his eyes.

In June, Huo Xiangzhen was still wearing an inner and outer layer of military uniform jacket, unbuttoned, unarmed belt, only the front was tucked up indiscriminately, and the dirty shirt hem was completely exposed.He looked up at Ma Congrong expressionlessly, his hair was shaved extremely short, with clumps of random curls here and there, and his face was thinned out with a clear outline, with deep eye sockets and a high nose bridge. A little old-fashioned.

Ma Congrong didn't know how he got in, but when he recovered, he found himself squatting in front of Huo Xiangzhen.It suddenly occurred to him that once when he caught a cold, Huo Xiangzhen sneaked over to sniff his breath at night, fearing that he would die; at the time he thought that behavior was ridiculous, but now that he moved his hand, he wished he could also try Huo Xiangzhen's breathing.Live uncle, see you again!

At this moment, Huo Xiangzhen asked indifferently, "What are you doing here?"

Ma Congrong tentatively stretched out his hand to support his calf: "I...I miss my uncle."

Huo Xiangzhen smiled, her eyes were cold and dark.He handed a bitten mixed noodle steamed bun to Ma Congrong, and he said in a low voice: "Secretary-General, I have nothing left now except this steamed bun, do you want it? If you want it, I will Back to you."

After the words fell, he turned his head and covered his mouth and coughed. This sound was hollow, as if it came out of his chest.Immediately after wiping his lips with the back of his hand, he picked up a smoky iron bowl from the ground beside his feet.In the iron bowl was the strong tea that Andre had cooked for him. It was crimson red and hot. Apart from being hot, it was also bitter, but it was tea after all, so it tasted better than plain water.He lowered his eyes and blew away the hot steam in the bowl. He wanted to use tea to suppress his cough.Suddenly there was a hand on his chest, Ma Congrong came over and rubbed his chest.Taking a sip of hot tea into his mouth, he decided not to bring up the old score against Ma Congrong again.What kind of bastard is Ma Congrong? He didn't just know that a dog can't change eating shit, there's nothing he can do about it.What's more, he would feel ashamed to let him bicker with his servants over some money.

The hot tea temporarily calmed his breathing.Turning to look at Ma Congrong who was close at hand, he asked again flatly: "What are you doing here?"

Ma Congrong couldn't resist his gaze, so he lowered his head evasively.Looking at the messy neckline, Ma Congrong found that he was so thin that his collarbone protruded.He raised his hand to touch his head and face again, his skin was tanned, bloodless, sickly pale, and the place he touched was hot, as if he was having a fever.

Suddenly recalling Andre's words, Ma Congrong panicked for no reason: "Master, I have no other intention, I just want to visit you. How do you feel? Are you sick?"

Huo Xiangzhen didn't answer directly, but turned to the front, and took another sip of hot tea from the bowl: "Let's go after watching! I don't look good like this."

Ma Congrong grabbed the hem of his clothes, this time he looked at him more clearly.Seeing that the old man was fighting like a beggar, he felt uncomfortable for a while: "Master, I can't leave after seeing it. I have something to say. I have already prepared a house in Tianjin. It is not as big as the one in Beijing, but it is also Enough to live in. Come home with me, I am willing to serve you for the rest of my life."

Huo Xiangzhen slowly raised two thick eyebrows.He raised his hand and shoved Ma Congrong away. He still didn't look at anyone, and shouted at the ground: "You take your Yangguan Road, and I will cross my single-plank bridge! You—"

Before he finished speaking, he was panting for a while and coughed explosively.The hot tea in the bowl spilled onto his legs, he put down the iron bowl and struggled to get up, and walked out of the temple with his waist bent.Ma Congrong had just been pushed by him and sat down on the ground, so he quickly got up and followed him.Supporting his arm with one hand and patting his back with the other, Ma Congrong stopped outside the temple gate, only to see Huo Xiangzhen bent over as if nauseated, and actually vomited a mouthful of blood.

The palm of the hand fell on the back and did not move, and Ma Congrong's hair stood on end in an instant: "Master!"

Huo Xiangzhen supported the wall with one hand, and wiped away the blood with one foot.Turning his head and glaring at Ma Congrong, he reprimanded in a low voice: "Don't bark!"

Then he shook his shoulders away, and Huo Xiangzhen walked back to the ruined temple panting.He's cold, he's tired, but he can't be sick.The coach is ill, which affects the morale of the army.Even if the morale of the army is not affected, it is already enough.

Sitting back on the pony, he closed the front of his military uniform again.The mixed noodle steamed buns fell on the ground and were stained with dirt. If he could eat them, he could still eat them. He no longer cared about his hygiene, but he couldn't eat them because of the fire in his chest.

Ma Congrong looked back at him, trembling with fear—the dream was right, isn't this just walking on the road to death?Thank you for coming, thank you for coming!

When he went out to meet An Rushan, Ma Congrong asked straight to the point: "Commander An, is the general ill?"

An Rushan became serious immediately: "You can see it too? The commander-in-chief himself said he had a cold, but I didn't look like it. To be honest, I looked a bit like pneumonia. I used to have a woman who was Died of pneumonia."

After hearing his nondescript example, Ma Congrong put forward his own common sense and lined up.After quietly analyzing and thinking for a while, he murmured to himself, "It really looks like pneumonia, but I'm afraid it's tuberculosis."

An Rushan closed his mouth, and a crying look suddenly appeared on his face.His lips gradually became a line, and he let out a breath through his nostrils, and then asked Ma Congrong, "Secretary-General, can you get us some good western medicine? The military doctors in this team are all fucking like veterinarians." It seems that there is no serious medicine. The medicine soup doesn't matter, how many side effects my bitch has taken, it's useless."

Hearing this, Ma Congrong suddenly had an idea, and tentatively said: "Commander An, do you believe me? If you trust me, let the commander come back to Tianjin with me. I have my way, and I can take people with me." If you come here, you can take someone with you. It’s only over 200 miles away from Tianjin, and you can get there in one day even by taking a car down the mountain. At that time, I will hide him quietly at home, and then bring Dr. Taylor from Beijing. Call him over and give him a good diagnosis and treatment. I will send him back when the commander recovers. What do you mean?"

An Rushan shook his head immediately: "No, no, that's too dangerous."

Ma Congrong smacked his lips: "Danger is danger, but I have a way! At least in Tianjin, I can definitely guarantee the safety of the commander--what, Jin Maosheng is my master, and we have a very good relationship."

An Rushan knew that Jin Maosheng was a new big gangster, he opened a incense hall in the concession and recruited disciples, he was quite a powerful figure.But after all, Tianjin is the territory of the revolutionary army. Send Huo Xiangzhen there, regardless of whether Huo Xiangzhen himself is willing or not, anyway, he feels more uncertain.But if he simply refused, Huo Xiangzhen was really seriously ill.Besides, besides Ma Congrong, who would dare to recruit them?

As for whether to believe it or not—An Rushan believed that Ma Congrong would not sell Huo Xiangzhen to the revolutionary army.That's not something a human can do, and although Ma Congrong looks like a jester, he should still be considered a person, and he won't be a wolf-hearted villain.

Ma Congrong saw that An Rushan had no idea, so he urged him with words: "Commander An, my words have no weight, and the commander listens to you the most. How about you go and persuade the commander? Sharpening the knife is not the same as chopping firewood. If you can't stand it, you will collapse before starting the war!"

An Rushan didn't speak for a long time, just bowed his head in thought, and finally replied hesitantly: "Okay, I'll go talk to the commander in chief."