War of Resistance: Glory of the Beasts

Chapter 390 You're blocking my way!
Tong County.

Yin Ru was like an ant on a hot pan, unable to sit still.

He had a headache, and it felt like his head was put into a tight hoop, which was pulling at his neck in great pain.

Bell~
When the phone in the office rang, Yin Rugeng rushed to the desk, picked up the phone, and said immediately without waiting for the receiver to reach his lips: "Hello?"

He was so nervous that he couldn't speak.

After a long while, a voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hey!"

"I am Zhang Zhizhong of the 38th Division."

"Master Zhang, I finally got your call..."

"Hahahaha." There was constant laughter on the phone, as if the other party didn't take this matter seriously at all, saying, "Haven't we just taken over the defense of Pingjin? We are not familiar with anything. By the way, what happened to your batch of cloud soil?"

"My men have tried it, and it tastes pretty good."

Hearing the voice on the phone, Yin Rugeng finally swallowed the breath stuck in his throat a little, and immediately responded to the phone: "How can it be Yuntu, Commander Zhang? I can tell from your ears that you are an outsider. Yuntu, that must be from the south, and must have connections with the Yunnan Army."

"I'm also wondering, everyone says that you, the great talent Yin, have studied in Japan and had experience in the Northeast Army, but I've never heard that you've been in Yunnan... but what about opium?"

"Commander Zhang, the opium is not mine. I am just worried about others and earning hard-earned money. You don't need to ask where the opium is from. I will take care of it." Yin Rugeng said into the phone, "I just heard that your subordinates like this stuff. So, I will leave you ten boxes, or you can exchange it for gold bars. Oh, you see how stingy I am. Let me leave you ten boxes of opium, plus gold bars equivalent to ten boxes of opium. Just raise your hand and put them on the car."

"Well, wait for a moment, I have something to deal with."

Snapped.

The phone hangs up.

But the other end of the phone was at the Peking Military Branch!

Zhang Zhizhong stood in front of the desk of the Peking Military Branch, stood at attention straight, saluted the two senior officials in front of him, and then Song Zheyuan, who was leaning back on the sofa, waved his index and middle fingers.

"Yes!"

Zhang Zhizhong turned around, walked out, and closed the door behind him.

Only Song Zheyuan and He Yingqin were left in the room.

"Did you hear that?"

"It's not Yuntu."

"Ha ha ha ha ha."

Song Zheyuan looked at He Yingqin and saw him smiling, crossing his legs while laughing.

He Yingqin, however, seemed to have lost his composure and stared at Song Zheyuan with eyes wide open, his eyes full of disbelief.

In Peking, Yuntu is a high-end material. If someone in a family is willing to tinker with black gold, they will always call it "high-quality Yuntu". It gives them face.

But if this stuff is shipped from Yunnan, how many checkpoints does it have to pass through? Can the price be the same as ordinary opium?

Especially these days, if officials really want to make some money, even if it is put on the table, there is still more or less room for maneuver.

I am afraid that it is not cloud soil.

"Everyone knows what the Japanese have been doing in the past few years since they occupied Northeast China and Chahar. Since Yin Ru is not messing with Yuntu, I don't need to tell you what he is messing with, right?"

"Commander He."

Song Zheyuan still called He Yingqin his superior: "How powerful is Yin Rugeng right now? You know better than me where his power comes from. It was the devils who killed his colleagues through protests, allowing him to monopolize power!"

But at this time, Song Zheyuan no longer had any respect for He Yingqin.

"Originally, I should have let this matter ferment for a while. The Japanese must be very anxious now and keep urging Yin Rugeng. Once the date they agreed on is over, under such great pressure, he will no longer be of any use to the Japanese."

"Guess how the devils will scare this kid?" Song Zheyuan straightened his body slightly: "I'll teach you."

"Yin Rugeng!" Song Zheyuan imitated the devil's half-baked tone and said, "You only have two choices right now. Either you bear all the wrath of the empire and become the sinner who triggered the second war after the armistice, or... surrender completely, issue a statement to secede from the National Government, establish an autonomous government, and cooperate with the five provinces to govern themselves."

After learning, Song Zheyuan asked He Yingqin as if they were just chatting: "Is this the case?"

There was silence in the office. He Yingqin looked at Song Zheyuan with a dark face, unable to utter a word.

"What did you do then?" Song Zheyuan still cared about him.

"A year ago, your armored vehicle convoy even drove out an armored train. If it weren't for my 217th Regiment, Song Zheyuan, the entire Nationalist government couldn't bear this public opinion. At that time..." Song Zheyuan pointed to the top of his head and said, "We were encircling and suppressing the Soviet area and were too lazy to pay attention to you, so we let the matter go. Now, how are you..."

"Yin Rugeng, what are you going to do?" He clenched his fist and said, "If I tighten my fist here, you will be pointed at by everyone."

He Yingqin was burning with anger, and the veins on his head were popping!
"Why?" He Yingqin looked at Song Zheyuan and asked, "Why?"

"I have been very kind to your 29th Army. The first stop for our military service was Xifengkou. Why do you keep trying to hurt me?"

Song Zheyuan looked at He Yingqin coldly: "Why?"

"When my 29th Army first arrived at Xifengkou, we couldn't even get a gun for each person. Many of my brothers and I went to the battlefield with swords on our backs. At that time, I asked you for military supplies. How did you treat me?"

He Yingqin stood up immediately: "That's state supplies!"

"But I am also a citizen of this country, and I am also a member of the army of this country!"

"You go to the battlefield and the fate of the country is your responsibility!"

"The problem is that when this country was thriving, you high-ranking officials wearing red hats didn't even think about whether a common man like me was eating coarse food or not!"

He Yingqin stopped talking. After Song Zheyuan admitted his identity as a common man, he had nothing to say.

Yes, every citizen has a share of responsibility for the rise and fall of a country, but you can’t always push ordinary people to the front line when the country is about to perish, right?
"Do you know how many people died in the battle at Xifengkou?"

"But you only gave pensions to the 217th Regiment that sent you back. We are not human beings!"

He Yingqin finally found a loophole and said, "That's the country's money!"

"Just don't argue with my country or the Eight Families, okay?" Song Zheyuan also stood up, standing nose to nose and eye to eye with He Yingqin, neither giving in.

Finally, he said four words, very simply. When the emotions of both of them reached their peak, Song Zheyuan said, "You are blocking my way!"

His words were not harsh, but they made He Yingqin's head buzz.

What He Yingqin saw was not Song Zheyuan’s ferocity, what he saw was... this country was finished.

"As for me, I am not someone who doesn't know how to repay a favor. I will repay your kindness."

"Didn't you apply for 300,000 yuan a year in military funding for me?"

"I'll give you some dignity."

Song Zheyuan pinched his waist and said, "You can take the initiative to call Nanjing. You can think of a reason. When the higher-ups approve it, you can go back in style with your Beiping Military Branch."

"What about Yin Rugeng?"

"Don't worry about it. I've already arranged it."

He Yingqin looked at Song Zheyuan: "What do you mean you have arranged it?"

Song Zheyuan slowly put his hands on his ears and picked them, controlling the entire rhythm and saying, "I'm waiting for him to rebel."

"But it has to be after you leave Peking. Do you understand?"

(End of this chapter)