?Song Mei-ling smiled sweetly: "I'm talking about the current situation."

Chen Yi was stunned and laughed: "Ms. Song still understands the general trend of the world? What do you think?"

Soong Mei-ling said: "This time the Fengtian army returns north, I am afraid that the army will be defeated and will withdraw from the outside of the pass."

Chen Yiqi said: "The Feng army retreated very quickly, and our army could not catch up with it, but their vitality was not damaged. Zhang Zongchang, Guo Songling, who is the best war, has not yet been dispatched. Why did Miss Song make such a statement?"

Soong Mei-ling said: "Don't forget that there is Feng Huanzhang, who is used to stabbing the knife in the back in the northwest."

Chen Yi exclaimed: "Ms. Song is a magical idea. When Zhejiang held a military meeting, Feng Yuxiang did send people to attend. Although he did not clearly express his support for our army, this move also stated that he and the Fengtian clan have parted ways. The so-called wall is falling and everyone pushes it. This time the Fengtian clan may really repeat the same mistake and withdraw from Shanhaiguan. Just as the Fengtian clan leaves, the situation inside the clan becomes even more complicated..."

Soong Mei-ling smiled and said, "That's what you politicians and soldiers are doing, and you're out of company." Then he handed the wine glass to Chen Yi and reached out to Chen Zikun: "Dance a dance."

Chen Zikun agreed happily and walked into the dance floor with Soong Mei-ling. Chen Yi smiled bitterly and handed the champagne glass to the waiter, saying to Soong Ziwen: "Ling sister is really a man."

Song Ziwen shrugged: "This is the result of studying in the United States."

On the dance floor, Chen Zikun and Soong Mei-ling danced gracefully, but the discussion was still about military and national affairs.

"General Chen, do you really plan to give up this opportunity and not go north to expand your territory?"

"Of course not. I will go to the Xuzhou frontline tomorrow."

"How can I go so far? Did you fly?"

"That's right, I'm here to fly the plane." Chen Zikun smiled proudly.

Soong Mei-ling was shocked. The rumors were real. Chen Dashuai flew to Shanghai alone, called Xing Shilian, and the Feng army rushed around.

"So, can I take your plane?"

"Of course." Chen Zikun agreed without hesitation.

...

The next day, at the airport near Wusong Camp, a silver-painted biplane was quietly parked on the runway. The ground crew was refueling the plane. The car rushed over. Soong Mei-ling jumped out of the car and exclaimed: "It's so beautiful, does she have a name?"

Chen Zikun was stunned for a moment before realizing that Miss Song was talking about the plane, so he replied: "Yes, it's called...Yilei."

Soong Mei-ling kept twitching: "You are so romantic. You are the second person I have ever seen to name the plane in the name of his wife."

“Who is the first one?”

"It's my second brother-in-law. He named a two-seater plane after his sister's English name, called Lessie."

Chen Zikun said a long time, and it turned out that Mr. Sun Wen was also a very romantic person.

The flight suit was ready, with a brown deer-skin jacket, leather flight cap, and goggles. Soong Mei-ling looked heroic and like a real pilot. The two climbed into the cockpit, and the ground crew suddenly turned the propeller, a stream of blue smoke came out, and the engine started.

The Yilei took off and circled over the Huangpu River. The wind was whimpering at the sky. The roar of the engine was loud and I couldn't even hear it clearly. Chen Zikun's driving skills were already quite skillful. When he shook the joystick, the plane flew towards the concession. There were rows of buildings, wide streets, wide river water and countless ships under a thousand meters, like a miniature world.

Chen Zikun spent half an hour in the sky before returning to the airport. It was already mid-October, and the temperature in the air was cold enough. Soong Mei-ling climbed down from the plane and said unsatisfiedly: "The feeling of looking down from the air is really different, just like God's perspective."

"Don't move." Chen Zikun said.

Soong Mei-ling stopped and watched as Chen Zikun pulled out an old handkerchief and wiped her snot that was about to drip. This subtle action made her feel gently touched the deepest part of her heart.

"I'm so sorry, I'm running nose, wait." Soong Mei-ling pinched the handkerchief and stared at the words "mayling" embroidered on the corners, asking, "Where did this handkerchief come from?"

"It's my amulet. The master of the handkerchief once saved my life." Chen Zikun gently pulled back the handkerchief, looked at the embroidered words, and half-jokingly said, "This name is not you."

Soong Mei-ling looked at him with a smile: "Victor, this is really my handkerchief." As he said, he took out another handkerchief of different styles and textures from his body, and the corners were embroidered with the same flower stitching "mayling."

This time it was Chen Zikun's turn to be shocked. He had been keeping this handkerchief for six years. Unexpectedly, he met his master today, and he was the third lady of the Song family.

Jiang Feng was sobbing, the two were speechless, and their hearts were mixed. Soong Mei-ling heard Zhang Xueliang tell the love story about Chen Zikun and Jian Bing. At this moment, what she thought of was that if it was not a missed encounter back then, it might have been another legendary story.

I wish I had met before I got married, but it was wrong. I was not married yet, but I had already got married. This is a tease of fate.

Chen Zikun was also full of emotions, but everything he said was redundant at this moment, and everything was indifferent.

After a while, Soong Mei-ling said: "This is fate. To celebrate the return of the handkerchief to the original owner, I suggest that we should not bring a bodyguard, just find a bar and have a drink."

Chen Zikun naturally said yes.

So, the plan to go to the front line was ruined. Chen Zikun took Song San and went straight to the Bund of the Concession, found a bar with hazy lights, drank, danced, shaking dice, and playing cards. It was a lot of fun. Most of the people here were foreign merchants and seafarers. No one knew them and didn't have to hold a stand, so he was particularly relaxed.

Just as he was drinking happily, several sailors on the American ship stumbled over, saying something, probably treating the third lady as a saltwater girl.

"Beat him!" Miss Song screamed while drinking. Chen Zikun had already grabbed the beer bottle in his hand, swung the bottle over, and the sailor's head opened.

The drunk people in the bar were worried that they had no place to vent, so they took the opportunity to slap them, and bottles of wine flew everywhere, tables, chairs, benches and benches were falling. A man and a woman who started the culprit came out of the crowd, ran out of the bar with a sneer, and gloatingly watched the policeman whistle and ran over.

The night is like water, the moonlight is bright, and it is quiet on the Bund. The sound of sesame slogans came from afar. On the Huangpu River, which reflects the dazzling lights, giant ships are quietly mooring. The two of them head north along the wide asphalt road, looking into the distance on the Waibaidu Bridge.

Soong Mei-ling took out a bottle of whiskey and smiled proudly: "It came out of the bar." As he said that, he took a sip and handed it to Chen Zikun. The two of them were drinking on Waibaidu Bridge, using the neon lights of the largest metropolis in the Far East. You and I dries the bottle of whiskey one by one.

Chen Zikun didn't remember the memories of the second half of the night very clearly. He only knew that when he woke up, he was on the bed of the Licha Hotel on the north side of Waibaidu Bridge, and forgot everything else...

...

Sun Chuanfang personally led the Zhejiang army into Shanghai and met with Chen Zikun. The two sides were in the honeymoon period of joining hands to drive Feng Zhang together. Naturally, they were intimate and had a close relationship. They had a secret agreement to return to Zhejiang, but Chen Zikun was still responsible for the opium tax. Since the original anti-smoking law enforcement corps had been disbanded, another infantry regiment was transferred from Jiangdong to Shanghai to station.

After the meeting, Sun Chuanfang brought troops north, Chen Zikun flew back to Jiangdong, hurriedly spent the weekend with his wife and children, and rushed to the front line of Bengbu to supervise the battle.

The Feng army fled without fighting and lost important towns such as Shanghai, Nanjing, and Bengbu. Finally, they stopped in southern Shandong. Zhang Zuolin appointed Zhang Zongchang as the commander-in-chief of the defense of Shandong, Jiangsu and Anhui, built a defense line with Xuzhou as the center, and resisted Sun Chuanfang's coalition forces northward with an army of 120,000.

Although Zhang Zongchang has many troops, most of them are temporarily recruited. He has been owed several months of military pay. The war is imminent and the morale of the army is unstable. How can he win a battle?

Although Sun Chuanfang's army was temporarily pieced together, including rebel teams such as the Jiangsu Army Chen Diaoyuan and Bai Baoshan, as well as friendly troops in Jiangdong, they were strong in morale and also helped by the Jiangdong Army. The enemy's situation was as clear as possible, but the chance of victory was not low.

In early November, the two armies fought fiercely at Renqiao, and the Zhilu army was about to collapse. The commander-in-chief of the front enemy, Shi Congbin, the commander of the 47th Brigade, became a prisoner. Zhang Zongchang's Belarus mercenaries relied on the armored vehicles on the rails to resist stubbornly. After the ammunition was exhausted, they were annihilated by the Zhejiang Army.

The Zhejiang Army won a great victory in this battle.

Chen Zikun personally led the Jiangdong Army of the two divisions to Bengbu and served as the reserve force of the coalition forces. When the news came, he was having a midnight snack with Sun Chuanfang in the room. Shi Congbin, the veteran general of the Zhilu Army, was taken in. This man was seventy years old and had white hair and beard. He was a veteran of Beiyang. He was very experienced. When he saw the two, he saluted him and called him the commander.

Sun Chuanfang sneered: "Old Mr. Shi, aren't you here to be the supervisor of Anhui? Go and take office."

The left and right were about to pull Shi Congbin down. Before Chen Zikun could come to his senses, a gunshot came from outside.

Chen Zikun was shocked: "You shot Shi Congbin?"

Sun Chuanfang said: "Can you not be able to kill?"

Chen Zikun said: "If you kill surrendered generals without breaking the rules, how can others dare to surrender in the future? This is inappropriate."

Sun Chuanfang said: "If you kill me, I will kill you. What's wrong with it? I won't go straight to Xuzhou and go north to Jinan. Who dares to stop me?"

Seeing his arrogant look, Chen Zikun was unhappy and immediately turned away. When he saw Shi Congbin lying in a pool of blood, he couldn't help but sigh: "Buy a coffin and bury Mr. Shi."

When Sun Chuanfang heard this, he was also very dissatisfied. He sent a guard to capture Chen Zikun that night, but he was out of stock. Chen Zikun had noticed it and avoided the military camp. The Zhejiang army was afraid of the combat power of the Jiangdong army and was worried that the defense was unstable. The Zhilu army took advantage of the situation and entered. The next day, Sun Chuanfang pretended to be drunk last night, apologized to Chen Zikun, and buried Shi Congbin with a grand funeral.

The two armies finally did not tear their faces apart, but they had already planted grudges in their hearts.

A week later, Zhang Zongchang gave up Xuzhou and retreated along Jinpu Road to Hanzhuang for defense. He sent someone to find Chen Zikun and asked him to mediate.

Chen Zikun thought to himself that Sun Chuanfang's power was at its peak. If he went to Shandong again, his strength would be even stronger, and he would probably not be a good thing for him, so he announced that the war would be mediated.

Sun Chuanfang was able to conquer Xuzhou, which exceeded his expected goal. At this time, he was happy to send a favor. He issued a telegram to announce that Xuzhou was the boundary and would no longer go north. He returned to Nanjing to establish the coalition forces of Zhejiang, Fujian, Jiangsu, Anhui and Jiangxi provinces. He served as the commander-in-chief. He was the leader of the new Zhili clique, and his territory was not inferior to the Fengtian clique at all.

At the same time, Wu Peifu resurrected in Wuhan and was appointed as the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces of the fourteen provinces to fight against the bandits, with his troops aimed directly at Henan.

In the land of China, wars are rising everywhere, and another protracted melee has begun.
Chapter completed!