Chapter 2 Chapter 1 The Warlord Master

"Dear Mr. Wu, I didn't want to oppose you, but—the Japanese devils are about to hit our doorstep, the three provinces in the east have fallen, Rehe has fallen, and North China will fall too. You want us The children of Huangpu sit in the classroom and support President Chiang’s New Life Movement, it’s like a business girl who doesn’t know the hatred of subjugation!” A young man wearing a red octagonal cap, a blue May Fourth student uniform, a pair of shiny black leather shoes, a stubborn face and strange eyes, stood carelessly between two desks, holding a KMT In the pamphlets of the New Life Movement issued by the Central Propaganda Department, his head was raised at a large angle, and he swung from side to side from time to time, and his eyes were opened and closed to show that he was different and disdainful of teachers.

It was my grandfather who spoke, Zhang Leizhen——Zhang Wuyue. In 1937, my grandfather was the president of the Longhai City Chamber of Commerce.Grandfather Zhang Yuancheng has followed the father of the country for many years, and in the seniority of the national army, he is higher than Chiang Kai-shek.However, the old man is low-key and does not make much publicity.After the end of the Northern Expedition, he abandoned his military and went into business, and began to develop the shipping industry and money bank. During the 40 to 50 years around 1937, Zhang Ji's shipping business and a series of bank accounts owned by Deshunlong spread all over the large and medium-sized cities along the southeast coast. , enough to make him famous in the Longhai city directly under the central government where he lives, and his "evil" reputation spread far and wide.

I heard from Grandma Jinfeng that the old grandfather Zhang Yuancheng had a very strict family education, and often used whips and sticks to seriously infringe on the body of Grandpa Wuyue. Protecting, still calling the wind and calling the rain, acting recklessly. At that time, Grandma Jinfeng was still a close-knit girl by Grandpa's side. Like Xiren in the Dream of the Red Chamber, she had been betrothed to Grandpa since she was a child. With her proficiency in martial arts, Grandpa Wuyue liked her very much.Grandpa Wuyue often takes fifteen or sixteen-year-old Grandma Jinfeng to make trouble everywhere...

Wu Yue, the eldest son of the Zhang family, saw that Mr. Wu on the podium was already raising his beard and was about to leave. Immediately, he strode up to the podium arrogantly, and triumphantly picked up the handout that Mr. Wu forgot to take because of panic, and stuffed it into the The gentleman under the armpit, and the gentleman who rushed off the podium in a friendly manner blinked his eyes a few times, "Come on, you, my young master is going to start the research and judgment practice homework on the situation of the War of Resistance Against Japan, you must remember it, don't talk to the principal My lord is making a small report... Hehe, Mister, I still remember the last time the iron nails on your feet hurt just—" Mr. Wu, who is from Sichuan, couldn't help but hear the sour Sichuan voice of this student who was also worried about ghosts. I shuddered and slipped away in panic.

On the podium, Zhang Wuyue stood firmly with one foot on the chair and the other on the podium, glanced majestically at the audience, and then shouted: "Ghost Rabbit Tiexin is preparing a military map, Northeast China Wolf Jin Biaozi is on guard! This class and the remaining two self-study classes in the afternoon are all for our own use!" As soon as this remark came out, two young men with different spirits, one tall and one short, jumped out from the last row against the wall on the left.The shorter one was called Tie Xin, with his arms around a long roll of kraft paper and a special baton stuck behind his neck. He went up to the blackboard, quickly opened the roll of kraft paper, and hung up the military combat map.The tall Jin Hanbiao walked out of the classroom in a majestic way, and stood outside the door like a door god. The ghost-headed knife on his back that was obtained from a certain military master trembled a few times. The red silk cloth is unfurled by the wind.

The other students had already disturbed the order of the desks like monkeys, and swarmed into the front rows of desks, buzzing and waiting for Young Master Zhang to explain the current battle and march of the powerful armies. "Listen to me," Zhang Wuyue took the baton handed to him by Ghost Rabbit Tiexin, tapped it heavily on the table, took advantage of the momentum and flew down to the ground, turned around and waved his arm, tapped the baton, and clicked Going to the marked point of "Peking" on the map, I deliberately said in an old-fashioned voice: "According to the twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China, huh, that is, the comprehensive latest news between May and June of 1937 in the Gregorian calendar, Beiping Nanyuan has become a powder keg. Song Zheyuan's 29th Army and the Japanese Army's Xiaohua Takejiro's 33rd Regiment must have live ammunition drills every day. Either side, as long as they accidentally or deliberately come here and accidentally fire their guns, the battle will be over. It's ready to go!"

At this time, in the classroom, the teenagers who were eager to drive the Japanese devils out of China listened with great interest. Even Jin Hanbiao, who was standing guard outside the classroom, turned his head and pricked up his ears, for fear of missing a sentence of "Longhai City Raises". Zhizhong School's most authoritative latest military information. Zhang Wuyue spoke in a general manner about the offensive preparations of the two warring parties... The students of the Patriotic Class of Whampoa Children under the desk were listening and pondering, and they didn't even hear the bell for the end of get out of class.

They didn't expect the principal Fang Weiyi to appear out of time.The trendy and well-rounded headmaster wore French enamel glasses on his slightly thin face, and guided the three Japanese students to the classroom of the patriotic class in a friendly and somewhat respectful manner. Principal Fang walked to the door of the classroom and gave a solemn "cough" to the students who were focused on studying China's war situation headed by Young Master Zhang. When Zhang Wuyue saw the headmaster approaching, he turned sideways, said "Hello, headmaster" indistinctly, and continued his unique analysis of the latest war situation without paying attention to the three new students.

Principal Fang had no choice but to go to the podium, put Zhang Wuyue's ear close to him, and said in a pleading voice: "Wuyue, don't mess around today. I'll introduce you to some new classmates later. You should get along well and don't cause trouble, or else , I am going to exercise the principal's rights." "Ha, new classmate, I want to see and see." Zhang Wuyue then glanced at the three boys who were a head shorter than him.The three teenagers were about five or six in length, all dressed in western clothes, and they all had a majestic look on their faces... But this made Young Master Zhang angry from the bottom of his heart.

"Come, come, students, let me introduce the new students to you. They are from Japan where Sakura Fangfei is. They are kind to us, and they are our friendly children..." The principal saw Master Zhang and the class. The children of Huangpu soldiers who are like tigers and wolves are becoming more and more unfriendly and unfriendly. They know that today's meeting with classmates will affect...the following words about mutual respect, friendship, and happy life together are beyond words. The three Japanese teenagers proudly puffed up their chests, eager to introduce themselves.

The tall Japanese boy in the middle took a step forward, Niu coaxed and said in blunt Chinese: "My name is Watanabe Honmuraki, and my father is the deputy commander of the Longhai Garrison. Protect! Ours are here to improve your civilization and technological progress!" "Damn it, we don't want Japanese pigs, Japanese pigs get out!" Young Master Zhang was anxious when he heard that, his pumpkin father is Japanese, what else is there for Sakura Fangfei, look at the arrogant appearance of the pig head in front of him, what else can he do to improve The advancement of civilization and science and technology can't help but be so angry that the tiger roars out, making fists with both hands, and is about to hit the past. Seeing that things were getting worse, Principal Fang quickly took out his whistle and blew a few times in a hurry, hugged Zhang Wuyue, and rushed out the door, shouting: "Security team, hurry! Come and maintain order!" Someone got involved in this school invested and run by Huangpu soldiers, but the Japanese are so arrogant that even the hundreds of thousands of troops of the party-state can't resist it. Compromise.He also knew that this young master Zhang who gave him such a headache hated the Japanese first-class. He had called several Japanese firms in Longhai City openly and secretly. Japan is cheap, the more you hit him lying on the ground crying for father and mother, the more he will respect you.As a result, the lovely Principal Fang suddenly thought of using random tricks in troubled times. Maybe, this group of young people who are not afraid of anything and nothing will be able to resist the Japanese and have a bright future and a proud world. Standing outside the classroom, Jin Hanbiao, the Northeast Wolf, remembered his responsibilities at this moment, patted the door of his head, and stepped into the classroom. Jin Hanbiao hated the Japanese deeply, and his parents died at the hands of the Japanese.Staring at his bloodshot eyes, he approached the three Japanese cubs who didn't know what disaster they would face today, and with a shake of his body, he sneered a few times, "You three bastards, it's not yours." Waguadao is lying down, running here to show off, didn’t you hear what my elder brother said, get the fuck out of here!” After saying that, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the short one on the right, and punched him twice in the face with a “boom boom”. Seeing his companion being bullied, Watanabe Honmura suddenly stretched out his hands to grab Jin Hanbiao's collar, showing that he can do karate or something. Zhang Wuyue had already grabbed the principal's arm with his backhand, and moved the corners of his mouth in a hurry, giving the principal a sinister smile, and pushed the anxious principal into the podium hole, and immediately jumped off the podium , grabbed the wrist of Watanabe Honmura tree, stretched the arm back and pulled it back, and kicked a heart-warming foot mercilessly, and immediately made Watanabe Honmura tree howl on the ground. When a group of Whampoa children saw a fight, they would not be left behind. They swarmed up and formed a formation of three iron barrels. They kicked and clattered, fisted and kicked together. The fight was really good. Immediately cried father and mother.