"What, you met Brother Mingfu on the road? How is he doing now, and where is he?" Fan Chuanjia asked in surprise. After taking a break and adapting to the bird system in his hand, Fan Chuanjia thanked Wang Jin and was about to leave, but he couldn't learn about his friend Xue Zhe from Wang Jin's mouth.

"Baihuating station..." The disdain in Wang Jin's eyes flashed.

Excited, Fan Chuanjia did not notice Wang Jin's expression change, interrupted him impolitely, greeted the comrades and nodded apologetically to the New Restoration Association, and then hurried to Baihua Pavilion to meet with Xue Zhe Infantry Battalion. Wang Jin smiled helplessly and hurriedly took people to follow behind to "protect".

It was already three or four o'clock in the morning. In the past, Anqing City had already fallen into a deep sleep. But today the whole Anqing seemed to be boiling, and the lights were bright and noisy everywhere, like flies. From time to time, there were unscrupulous street gangsters and gangsters breaking in and plundering, and there were also one or two "national civil servants" in patrol uniforms. Their crazy faces were even more abominable.

On the way, they encountered such a looting team. Wang Jin and the others shot them all in a row and would never leave any living! They happened to meet Xue Zhe and his troops who were rushing back near Baihua Pavilion. There were no less than dozens of thugs falling under their guns along the way!

"Why is Mingfu here?" (Xue Zhe's name is Mingfu) Fan Chuanjia was overjoyed and grabbed Xue Zhe with a gloomy face. He was too happy and did not notice his expression. Not only Xue Zhe, but the faces of the soldiers under his command were a little complicated at that moment, and some even had a hint of ruthlessness flashed through his eyes. However, seeing the bright guys in the hands of Xin Guangfuhui and the baggage camp, any negative expression disappeared instantly, and the faces were taken with a forced smile.

Wang Jin and Xin Guangfuhui and others saw their expressions changing in their eyes, and snorted indescribable boredom. They really couldn't understand how such a person could get into the revolutionary ranks and still be in a high position? Without thinking, these guys have long lost their courage since they retreated. It seems that Fan Chuanjia's enthusiasm is about to be used on the dog.

But this is good. Excellent activity talents like Lao Fan still need to win over in the future. There is no need to go to the future generations. If you have any questions, you can contact me by phone first. After the talk is over, you will agree on the time and place for meeting in person. In this era, you have to take great risks when going out to activities. If the government is obstructed, don’t talk about it. It is just bandits on the road and other undetermined hazard coefficients, which are not ordinary people who have the courage to try.

Since ancient times, China has regarded "filial piety" as the first of all virtues, and the saying that "parents are not traveling far away" is deeply rooted in people's hearts. Why does it appear to be such an unreasonable benchmark for children in modern people? It is because the risks on the road are too high and there is a possibility that it will never return. Fan Chuanjia can wander around in a harsh environment, and the external contacts of the new army are basically pressing on him. The cruel people who do not kill or blink in the target of contact are indeed quite capable of human relationships and worldly affairs! Isn't it a pity that such talent can make him lose in the "revolution" in vain?

Seeing him reminded Wang Jin of Wu Fengfan who was traveling at this time...

Xue Zhe looked ashamed and said in a low voice: "I just brought people over, but the North Gate failed to capture it. We are about to return to the base." As he said that, he pointed to his brothers who were full of depressed expressions behind him, all of whom were bare hands and were in a low morale. He was more dark and sharp firearms than the brothers in the baggage camp. Needless to say, he knew what he was thinking.

Wang Jin secretly scolded him for not being brave. This guy is really shameless. If he doesn't find a way to solve the problem, he is still embarrassed to talk about difficulties. When did the revolution have no difficulties? What hope can he say when he retreats like you?

Fan Chuanjia secretly hated him. He was not a fool, so why couldn't he hear the deep meaning of the words? This kid was confused at the critical moment and retreated at such a critical moment that was related to the success or failure of the revolution. But now is not the time to blame him. He tried his best to ease his tone and asked: "Since the North Gate cannot be opened, why don't you choose to seize other city gates?"

Xue Zhe looked embarrassed and hesitated and refused to explain. The brothers behind him looked even more ugly. Wang Jin couldn't stand it and suggested: "Comrade Xue doesn't have to worry about weapons and ammunition. We can even out part of it, and seized a lot of guns along the way, just in time to arm your troops!"

Xue Zhe's face changed drastically and he suddenly looked back.

Fan Chuanjia hurriedly helped introduce each other, and with the help of the New Restoration Association, he felt relieved.

Wang Jin ignored Xue Zhe's cold and ugly face at all. You sneered: "Is this the revolutionary comrades in the new army? They retreated when they encountered a little difficulty. When they came to contact us, they were quite righteous!"

Buddha fought for a stick of incense, and the new army revolutionaries present all had wonderful expressions, some were angry, some were ashamed, some were silent, and some were not inconsistent...

Xue Zhe couldn't bear to lose such a person, and did not ask his brothers' opinions. He agreed without hesitation, and looked at the Xin Guangfu Association and others with provocation in his eyes.

Wang Jin has always refused to comment on Second Quo 2. He threw a meaningful look at Fan Chuanjia, who was full of joy, and ordered his brothers to give half of the weapons and ammunition to the soldiers of the new army.

After having the weapons that were favorable, the morale of the new army soldiers was greatly enhanced. After a brief discussion with Xue Zhe, Fan Chuanjia and Xue Zhe decided to let the new army brothers be pioneers and not let the comrades of the New Restoration Association be underestimated.

Wang Jin was naturally happy, and retreated more than a dozen brothers who had lost their weapons, and followed the rest of the fully armed brothers behind the New Army soldiers and marched towards the north gate with fierce gunfire.

But when everyone arrived at the ground, everyone was stunned. The smoke of gunfire in the north gate was filled with the sound of killing, and the gunshots were as crisp and continuous as fried beans. The shrill wails and screams made their scalp tingle. Most importantly, the Qing army patrol battalion stocked up here, and almost half of the patrol battalion's origins in the city were transferred to guard this time. Even the small number of reactionary new troops liked to cooperate with Yu Dahong to attack one after another in the roar.
Chapter completed!