Five days later, Wu Jian and the monk left the grassland together. In the past few days, people from nearby tribes had joined Uncle Wurigendarai's army. The Mongolian army alone had nearly 200 people. Together with Hu Xuchu's more than 1,000 people, they had become a force that could not be underestimated in Suiyuan Province.
Not only did Wu Jian leave a mountain cannon and a field cannon for Wurigenda, but he also left a light and heavy machine gun, as well as all kinds of money and banknotes. He even left the radio station for Sudia, who had studied for a few years, to use while learning.
Wu Jian only brought a dozen trucks that he had captured from the Hulaowan coal mine. He first took a route that ordinary people would not choose from Suiyuan Province to the west. The Gobi Desert was still passable, but when he reached the desert, he turned south.
"Sir, you said that you would take me to see the big shots of the color party. Is that true?”
It was hard to tell that the monk was an expert. Previously, in the army, he had heard that he had driven a jeep for two days for the officers of the Central Army. After learning on the grasslands, he was also able to drive a big truck smoothly.
"Is it so easy to see the big shots of the color party?”Wu Jian had indeed said this before they set off. However, he didn't expect the monk, who was from the Central Army of the National Government, to be so agitated.
"It depends on our luck. After entering Shaanxi Province, will we first encounter the government army or the Eighth Route Army?”
"If we encounter the Eighth Route Army, the possibility of us meeting the big boss of the color party is very high.”
Although the northern part of Shaanxi Province was the headquarters of the Color Party, there were still a large number of government troops stationed there. In the end, Wu Jian encountered a very complicated force.
A military jeep and two trucks of soldiers met Wu Jian when he was about to enter Shaanxi Province from Suiyuan Province.
According to the configuration, if this force belonged to China, it would definitely be the wealthy government army.
However, when the monk went forward with his courage to ask, he found out that these people were actually from the Eighth Route Army of the Color Party, and they were the guerrilla column numbered one.
"Is that Commander Zhang Baiting's army?”
After hearing the monk's report, Wu Jian immediately ordered the more than 30 soldiers (including the truck drivers) who had loaded their bullets to put down their weapons. He personally got out of the car and jogged all the way to the front of the confrontation camp.
"I am. May I ask which part of China's Sequence does the officer in front belong to?”
A middle-aged man who looked a little thin but had a very calm expression on his face got out of the jeep and tried his best to ask loudly.
"Oh my god! We've met our fellow countrymen, haven't we?"
"My hometown is from the Black Province. When the Japanese caused trouble in 2031, I happened to be in Shengjing. At that time, I pulled dozens of people of insight to fight with the Japanese.”
"General Bai Ting, I once met a fellow villager who was retreating from the northeast when I passed by Tianjin City. He said that the old auxiliary general lived on Chongqing Road. If it wasn't for the fact that I was worried about disturbing the old general, perhaps I would have brought a dozen of my brothers who had retired from the pass to pay a visit.”
Wu Jian was just spouting nonsense. The person he was facing was Zhang Baiting, the son of Zhang Fuchen, the think tank of Zhang Zuolin, the boss of the Feng faction warlord.
The other party's composition was complicated because this warlord young master, who was Zhang Xiaoliu's classmate and old friend, did not choose to roll around in the national government army at that time. Instead, he chose to join the color party.
"Oh, in that case, you and I can be considered old acquaintances. It's really a pity that we haven't met in the past.”
Zhang Baiting also said a few words politely. He originally thought that the situation of a war would be resolved with a few words. It was a good thing for everyone.
However, the general was not in good health. He had caught a cold after standing outside for a while and could not help but cough violently.
Seeing this, Wu Jian hurriedly came to the other party's side and helped Zhang Baiting into the jeep. Then, the two of them chatted in the car.
"In that case, the Northeast Army of our Hei, Ji, and Liao provinces are basically all in the North China battlefield?”
Wu Jian explained in detail the origins of his dozen trucks, starting from the Hulaowan coal mine to the current northern grassland, where a team that had just appeared and was growing up against the Japanese and the puppet regime. Zhang Baiting had also heard about the attack on the Hulaowan coal mine and the nearby Japanese strongholds. After getting to know each other, he also mentioned some secrets of the Northeast Army to Wu Jian, as well as some unimportant situations of the Eighth Route Army.
"Are you saying that you established the Huaxia Anti-Japanese Alliance? Were they planning to join forces with the Eighth Route Army to wipe out the Yamazaki Brigade of Luye County?”
"You still want me to introduce you to the big shots of the party? This…"
Zhang Baiting heard Wu Jian's request and couldn't help but carefully look at the young man in front of him. As the commander-in-chief of a guerrilla column, Zhang Baiting was relatively clear about the situation in Northwest Shanxi.
"Yes, of course, I can't wait to meet the big shots of the color party. If we really have no chance to meet, then I, Wu Jian, won't have any objections. These trucks were sent there to support the war because they knew that the steel team that climbed the snowy mountains and grasslands was in short supply.”
"Actually, speaking of this, Brother Bai Ting, don't say that I'm underestimating myself. Compared to the color party, our Northeast Army is really like the sky and the earth! Our Northeast Army has the equipment and the strength. If we had even a small portion of the fighting spirit and spirit of the colonists, we wouldn't have been forced to leave our hometown and wander around like this…"
Seeing Zhang Baiting's hesitant attitude, Wu Jian also wanted to express his opinion. He admired the people who were in love with him, but in front of this " fellow countryman ", he was more concerned about the future of the three provinces of Hei, Ji and Liao.
"I can help you with the donation. As for your brother Wu Jian and the Huaxia Alliance, I will also explain the situation to the party leaders.”
"How about this, you go back and make preparations first. As long as the conditions are right, I believe that the party leaders and the Eighth Route Army headquarters will definitely come up with a corresponding battle plan to wipe out those Japanese.”
Seeing Wu Jian's magnanimous attitude, Zhang Baiting didn't hide anything and told him his plan.
After all, Wu Jian was just a nobody, not to mention someone from the enemy's territory. Zhang Baiting couldn't bring him to the headquarters of the party just because Wu Jian might be a spy sent by the Japanese.
After bidding farewell to Zhang Baiting, the original dozen trucks had become one. There were also several letters written by Zhang Baiting. With the prestige of the Zhang family in the national government and his position in the Eighth Route Army, as long as they did not encounter any Japanese who deviated from the route by more than 60 degrees, they would be able to travel smoothly.
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