Chapter 12: Anti-Japanese War, Wedding
"Brother Park Chu, what do you think of Yan Baichuan's call?"
Dai Jiliang and Zhang Zili sat face to face, seemingly chatting or discussing something.
"Lao Xi is trying hard to encourage us to counterattack. Do you think we should listen to him or not?"
Zhang Zili had just had a minor illness and was still a little weak, so he held the enamel hot water cup in his hand and thought for a while: "Your Excellency, the Japanese army is just making normal movements at the moment, and they may even be trying to lure our army out of the preset strong positions. Yan Xishan is confused, and we can't dance to his tune so easily!"
"I think so."
Dai Jiliang obviously holds the same view as Zhang Zili.
"At present, our army is scattered. The 6 divisions of the Second Army are pinned down in the east of Henan by the 4 divisions of the Japanese. The 6 divisions of the Third Army have to ensure the safety of the southern border of Sichuan and western Hubei. Yang Hucheng has also made a comprehensive plan for the 6 divisions of the Seventh Army. Chen Fengtao of Suidong and Zhang Xuelian of Shaanxi have been complaining about insufficient troops. We really don't have the spare strength to reinforce Shanxi. It is better to let Li Guo make steady progress along the Zhongtiao Mountain line and persist in guerrilla warfare as the top priority."
Dai Jiliang deliberately omitted the two most important army groups in the northwest. However, it was Dai Jiliang who made the decision personally to deploy two armies and one army group of the Mongolian Border Army Group, totaling 12 infantry divisions and two cavalry armies, on the western front to deter the Red Russia from taking advantage of the situation. As for the 10 infantry divisions and one cavalry army of the reserve army group, they not only shoulder the important task of guarding Tongguan and Qinghai, but are also the general reserve force of the northwest and should not be easily used.
"I'm afraid it's also difficult for Yan Baichuan."
Zhang Zili thought about it and decided that it was not advisable to make things too tense with the Jin army, so he made a suggestion .
"Your Excellency, do you think we should let Wu Tinglin and Sun Fucheng take the initiative to attack? These two have just entered Jin and are fully capable. Perhaps they can contain the Japanese army's actions in the direction of Qinshui and Yangcheng?"
"Okay, but we have to send someone to restrain Wu Qifeng."
Wu Tinglin was from the Zhensong Army and was bloodthirsty by nature. Whether he was suppressing the Red Army in the Dabie Mountains or stationing troops in Henan and Hubei, he always caused public outrage and resentment. The unit was also located behind enemy lines, so Dai Jiliang had to consider the political consequences.
"We don't have to send our people. We can ask Yan Xishan to send a liaison representative to supervise."
As the two men were talking, they had no idea that the side door had been pushed open a little, and a little boy who had just learned to walk stumbled in. His big black eyes swept around the room, and he soon saw the two figures sitting there, and then he half crawled, half walked and ran over.
When Zhang Zili saw him, he was about to reach out to hug him, but Dai Jiliang waved his hands.
"Brother Park Chu, please don't cheat. Let Xinye choose for himself."
After saying that, Dai Jiliang smiled at the little boy.
"Xinye, do you want grandpa to hold you or grandpa to hold you?"
The little boy tilted his head to listen, not quite understanding, and soon grabbed Dai Jiliang's trouser leg and climbed up. Dai Jiliang laughed and hugged his grandson tightly. After biting his pretty face for a while, he said proudly to Zhang Zili, who looked annoyed, "Good grandson, let's ignore grandpa and let him secretly get jealous."
Zhang Zili was about to retort when a soft female voice came in: "Xinye, where are you? Don't run around, Xinye , Xinye! If you don't scare your mother, where are you? Little darling, come out quickly!"
"Xinye is here."
Zhang Zili stood up, opened the door, and let a beautiful young woman into the room.
"Father-in-law, father!"
Zhang Xinxin greeted Dai Jiliang and Zhang Zili respectfully, then reached out to hug the child in Dai Jiliang's arms.
"Be good, Xinye, come to mom quickly. Grandpa and grandpa have something serious to discuss. We can't disturb them."
"What do you mean by disturbing me? Xinye is a very well behaved boy."
Dai Jiliang hugged his grandson lovingly, obviously unwilling to hand the child back to the young woman.
"Xinxin, you too, you need to keep a close eye on the child. Otherwise, there are so many sharp edges in the house, what if he gets bumped? By the way, has the Yuan family's car arrived yet?"
"I've called and he said he's out, but he hasn't arrived yet. But my second uncle and his family are here."
Today is the day when Dai Jiliang's eldest daughter Dai Nianwei is getting married. As one of Li Yuan's worries, the old girl who has been in love with her senior Yuan Genming, who is the editor of "Northwest Express" for four or five years is finally getting married. However, the country is in crisis now, and Dai Jiliang is unwilling to hold a grand wedding at this time. He just invited two close relatives to hold a simple ceremony. The young couple still agrees with this. As for the elders of the Yuan family, they will naturally be obedient and listen to what they say if they can marry into the Dai family.
"Second brother is here? Let your mother-in-law and the aunts entertain him first. I will talk to your father for a while and then come over."
Dai Jiliang waved his hand, signaling his daughter-in-law that she could leave.
"By the way, wait until the Yuan family arrives, then send someone over."
"yes!"
The young woman nodded in response, but there was no sign of movement.
Seeing his daughter like this, Zhang Zili asked in surprise: "What's the matter? Is there anything else?"
Zhang Xinxin hesitated for a while, then mustered up the courage to speak to the two of them: "Father-in-law, father, I heard that the situation in Shanxi is not good. The Japanese army has already reached the foot of Zhongtiao Mountain. How is Ji Liu? Can you order him to be transferred back?"
"Your uncle Li will take good care of him in Shanxi, don't worry."
As Dai Jiliang was speaking, memories from another time and space emerged involuntarily in his mind. Yes, the plight of Crown Prince Mao of the Red Dynasty must serve as a lesson for him. Thinking of this, Dai Jiliang shook his head and tried his best to dispel the haze in his heart.
"I am the commander-in-chief of the Northwest. There are hundreds of thousands of young and strong men in the Northwest fighting for the country on the front line. If I transfer Ji Liu back, how can I explain to them?"
At this point, Dai Jiliang emphasized his tone.
"You should also know what kind of temper Ji Liu has. Even if I give this order, Ji Liu will not accept it."
Zhang Xinxin couldn't help but shed tears. Dai Xinye, who was sitting in Dai Jiliang's arms, suddenly saw her mother crying, and her two little hands couldn't help but stretch out to try to grab her mother. Seeing this, Zhang Zili sighed, took the boy from the stiff Dai Jiliang's hands and handed it back to Zhang Xinxin, and handed her a handkerchief: "Don't cry, you are a soldier's woman, a soldier's wife, you should understand what is the soldier's duty. Take good care of Xinye, this is the best love you can express to Ji Liu."
Zhang Xinxin held the child in one hand and slowly wiped away her tears with the other. Before she turned around and left, there was a gentle knock on the door: "Your Excellency, Chief of Staff, Chairman Wang's car just came in."
Dai Jiliang stood up and said, "Our great chairman is here, Brother Park Chu, you take a rest for a while, I will go to greet him."
Zhang Zili nodded in understanding. This was Dai Jiliang giving him space to comfort his daughter. "It's okay, Your Excellency, please do as you please."
"Brother-in-law, sister."
Dai Jiliang walked out slowly and just happened to meet the Wang family coming out of the car, so he greeted them.
"Jun Kang is here too."
"Third brother, I saw Shuheng's car. Has he arrived?"
Wang Dai asked nervously.
"We're not late, are we? It's all your brother-in-law's fault. He insisted on reviewing several documents before leaving. Now the Yuan family has accused us of being rude."
"Sister, you are blaming the wrong brother-in-law. The Yuan family's car hasn't arrived yet."
Dai Jiliang's words made Wang Dai feel relieved and her back straightened even more.
"By the way, brother-in-law, Jun Kang is already an adult. When will he get things done?"
"he?"
Wang Dai looked back at her beloved son who was pretending to be fearful and terrified, and said angrily.
"You're an old man, but you don't do your job and just chase little stars. Look, you've recently fallen in love with that, that, that movie queen, Miss Lan. Our Wang family has been a family of scholars for generations, so how can we marry an actress or a socialite into our family?"
"Ms. Lan, the movie queen?"
Dai Jiliang felt that the name seemed familiar. He thought for a moment, ah, isn't this Alan who was provided to him by the Police Archives Bureau? He personally turned her from a young girl into a young woman and taught her how to appreciate the love history between men and women. However, there were many women around him, and he became bored after a few times. He didn't expect that she would become a popular socialite in the northwest. It seems that he still needs to say hello to the adjutant's office to stop his nephew's thoughts.
Thinking of this, Dai Jiliang smiled and comforted Wang Dai: "Jun Kang is not doing nothing. Chen Hongmo told me several times that Jun Kang is still very hardworking and capable in his place."
"Zhixiang, don't praise him. As a father, how can I not know what this kid's background is?"
After listening for a long time, Wang Danping commented on her son in this way.
"Chen Fanqing is only doing this for our sake. Otherwise, how could this brat be able to enter the Renaissance Party headquarters and become an officer based on his ability?"
“Brother-in-law, you still look at Jun Kang with old eyes, this is not a good thing!”
Dai Jiliang's words made Wang Junkang, who was standing behind Wang Danping and his wife, confused. Seeing his nephew behaving like this, Dai Jiliang was speechless. Then, when he was about to lead the three people into the room, the servant beside him suddenly came up and whispered something to him. Dai Jiliang raised his eyebrows.
"Sister, you and Jun Kang go in first. Brother-in-law, let's wait a moment, Han Qing's car will be here soon."
"Zhang Hanqing, him?"
Wang Danping looked at Dai Jiliang with an inquiring look.
"Brother-in-law, how did I know he would come? Today is a family dinner, and he was not invited in advance."
As Dai Jiliang spoke, his mind raced. Could it be that Young Marshal Zhang was taking advantage of this opportunity to lay the groundwork?
"You're here, so be it. Whether it's a coincidence or intentional, today is a good day for Nianwei. Everyone who comes is a guest."
"Just think about it clearly."
Wang Danping is experienced in the officialdom, so she naturally understands everything.
"Uncle Lao Ba, Chairman Wang, how can I trouble you two to come?"
As he was speaking, Zhang Xueliang's car had already stopped at the main entrance. Seeing the two people coming to greet him, Zhang Xueliang hurriedly jumped out of the car.
"But, uncle, you are really something. You didn't even invite me, your nephew, to attend such a big event as Nianwei's marriage. Uncle, you are too distant, aren't you?"
"Han Qing, you are really unforgiving with your mouth."
Dai Jiliang waved to Yu Fengzhi who got off the car later.
"Look for yourself. Apart from my two relatives, who else did I call? Do you think your uncle is saving you money?"
Zhang Xueliang laughed but said nothing. Yu Fengzhi congratulated Dai Jiliang respectfully, "Uncle, sister Nianwei is very happy today. Hanqing can't speak, please forgive him!"
"Your wife will cover it up for you."
Dai Jiliang sighed slightly.
"Let's talk inside."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of firecrackers rang out at the door, and a line of red and colorful cars slowly drove into Dai Jiliang's Donglan Villa. The Yuan family's wedding procession had finally arrived.
