readx;

At nine o'clock in the afternoon, half an hour before the start of the press conference, the conference hall of Nanchang Minglu Building was already crowded and lively. More than 200 Chinese and foreign reporters gathered www.biquge.info gathered together to wait for the press conference held by the Bandit Suppression Headquarters.

The venue has been carefully arranged, the curtain wall behind the rostrum hangs a large portrait of Mr. Sun Yat-sen, the portrait is decorated with large party flags and national flags on both sides, and in front of the rostrum covered with a white tablecloth is a row of green bonsai that is rare in winter, and the three pots of Junzi Orchid in the middle are blooming brightly. Directly above the Gentleman's Orchid, a long banner with white characters on a blue background hangs high. The inscription "Press Briefing of the General Headquarters for the Suppression of the General Headquarters" was written on both sides of the venue, and staff members wearing military uniforms and white gloves stood solemnly on both sides of the venue, and the seats in the middle of the venue were filled with reporters from all over the world on more than a dozen rows of neatly arranged chairs with high chairs.

In the office of the Secretariat at the back of the conference hall. An Yi read the requirements and rules handed over by Deng Wenyi in detail, but he was thinking that the young marshal might have flown to Wuhan at this time. Everyone chatted happily at last night's small gathering, and the young marshal, who had a few more drinks, also told An Yi about the depression and helplessness in his heart, and it boiled down to the same meaning: unwilling to leave North China, unwilling to consume their own strength in the suppression of the Communist Party, today's Northeast Army is like a rootless duckweed, consume a little less, and then want to recruit troops to supplement their strength. But it's not as easy as it was in the Northeast.

Jiang Dingwen, who was proud of the spring breeze, still looked like a happy profiteer, laughing loudly and spirited from beginning to end in the clubbing last night.

An Yi knows. Jiang Dingwen has been appointed director of the Fujian Pacification Office, and Jiang Dingwen has thus become the third Huangpu general to enter the ranks of the feudal officials of a province after Liu Zhi and Gu Zhutong, and the pride and satisfaction in his heart are self-evident.

In the minds of ordinary people, the director of the appeasement office of a province is one level higher than the director of the camp who is subordinate to the chairman of the military commission, such as An Yi, and not to mention the title of director of the appeasement office on An Yi's head, which does not govern all of the four provinces, but more than 20 counties in the Hunan-Yunnan-Guizhou border region, and the authority is still weaker than that of holding one province. Jiang Dingwen felt comfortable and down-to-earth for the first time in his heart, and deliberately made An Yi shake his head several times for this reason.

Before bidding farewell to the young marshal this morning, An Yi wanted to give him a suggestion: The most taboo in military action is to hesitate and waver, in the face of the division of the Red Army General Xu Haidong led by the Henan-Hubei-Anhui Hundred Battles, the slightest hesitation is likely to be beaten miserably, even if the Henan-Hubei-Anhui Red Army cannot seize the fighter for a while, one by one to defeat the Northeast Army that is not suitable for fighting in the mountains and hills, the young marshal will not achieve any decent results, in the face of the elusive Red Army, coming and going like the wind, if the Northeast Army does not have a clear guiding ideology, in the end it will only be passively beaten, I'm afraid that even self-protection will become a big problem.

But An Yi didn't say it in the end, An Yi, who is becoming more and more politically mature, will not do such a thankless thing again, the young marshal is an extremely conceited person, if he says these sharp opinions, maybe it will cause unnecessary misunderstandings, rather than this. It is better to let the young marshal go to the battlefield to experience one or two by himself, so that the young marshal who is indulged in the glory of the past can have a sober definition of the current combat effectiveness of the Northeast Army.

"It's time, let's get out."

Ge Jingen thought that An Yi was carefully reading the outline of the words in his hand, and saw that he had not moved for a long time. After thinking about it, he came to An Yi's side and urged in a low voice.

An Yi stood up, buckled the wind and discipline button, picked up the military hat on the table, walked to the mirror by the door and looked at it for a while, and politely asked Cao Haosen to walk in the first place.

Cao Haosen, the deputy minister of military and political affairs, followed Li Liejun to participate in the Xinhai Revolution. Participated in the war against Yuan and the Protectorate. During the Northern Expedition, he served as the deputy chief of general staff of the General Headquarters of the Nationalist Army, and was a veteran general of the same age as Chiang Kai-shek.

As soon as Cao Haosen, Ge Jingen, An Yi, Na Wenyi, and two major general clerks of the General Headquarters appeared, the venue immediately fell silent, and a group of reporters affiliated with the Central Party Department and the Central Government took the lead in applauding.

An Yi glanced at the group of reporters in the audience, and all the reporters and friends from newspapers and periodicals such as the Syrian government were present. Several familiar faces from European and American journalists also appeared in the front row of the press box.

Facing the friendly smiles of the reporters, An Yi nodded slightly, and the net was about to squeeze out a signature smile, and a burst of "crackling" flashing lights and rising white mist enveloped the audience, An Yi, who had long been accustomed to all this, did not close his eyes, and politely asked Cao Haosen and Ge Jingen to sit down first. He sat down and took off his military hat and placed it squarely on the front left side of the table. The two clerks did not have such a good demeanor, and they were a little flustered by the flashing lights, and it took a while to stabilize their minds.

The meeting was presided over by Deng Wenyi, chief attendant and aide-de-camp of Chairman Chiang, who expressed his gratitude to the reporters attending the meeting with great skill, briefed the reporters on the results of the handling of the Fujian incident in accordance with the script, and made some polite remarks. handed over the right to speak to Cao Haosen.

Cao Haosen did not give in, and gave a detailed account of the situation of the suppression of the Communist Party and the progress of the encirclement and suppression in the past half month. Feibei confidently said that the complete elimination of the ** Red Army was just around the corner.

Ge Jingen then introduced the current position of the Red Army of Xiao Kebu, which quietly bypassed the West Road to attack the troops and launched a surprise attack on the Nanxun Railway a few days ago, as well as the current three-way encirclement situation formed by the West Road Army of the Central Army, saying that the central government will never let the Red Army attack the Nanchang area, and asked the people from all walks of life to relax and believe that in a few days, the good news of the eradication of Xiao Kebu will come. Then it was An Yi's turn to introduce the process of Xikang's counterinsurgency, An Yi's words were concise and soothing, without reporting the specific process of the entire war, almost copying Liu Wenhui's national teleportation, repeating a series of figures, nodded to Deng Wenyi, and drank tea leisurely with a teacup.

The next Q&A is the first of the whole meeting, the North China issue that domestic reporters are most concerned about and the protracted campaign to suppress the Communist Party, and European and American reporters focus on the just-concluded Xikang counterinsurgency and the Sino-Burmese border crisis that has emerged.

Due to the early abdominal case, Cao Haosen, Ge Jingen and An Yi all handled it very well, especially An Yi. Bearing in mind Chiang Kai-shek's demands, all the problems of North China and the suppression of the Communists were to be pushed to Tian Rizhansen and Ge Jingen. Only when the reporter asked a specific question about Xikang's counterinsurgency, Menxin gave a short and cautious answer, and the whole meeting proceeded smoothly and orderly.

The British journalist Cannon Will, who finally got the right to ask questions, stood up and aimed at An Yi is round of cannons: "May I ask General An, what do you think of the current Sino-British relations?" How to explain since your army was stationed in the Simao area of Yunnan. The British and Burmese officers and soldiers stationed on the Burmese border have been unfortunate one after another? How to explain the bloody atrocities of the regular army of the "four" brutal massacre of ethnic minorities in the Sichuan-Tibet region? ”

The audience suddenly fell silent, and hundreds of pairs of eyes of different colors were all focused on An Yi's face. Cao Haosen and Ge Jingen on the rostrum secretly complained, and Di Wenyi, who presided over the meeting, also looked at An Yi nervously.

An Yi originally smiled kindly at Powell who stood up, the two met during the Central Plains War four years ago, and the relationship between An Yi and Pao Wei has been good since then. However, An Yi did not expect that Powell would use such biased and even vicious language to induce public opinion at this influential news conference, completely losing the professional ethics that a journalist should have.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the good friendship established between the two countries over the past four years has vanished, and in the face of major issues of right and wrong that have a bearing on the interests of the country and the nation. An Yi completely abandoned all his good feelings and respect for Powell, and An Yi's face no longer had any smile, replaced by obvious contempt and disdain, and his deep eyes flashed with a sharp cold light. An Yi felt that the instep of his foot was stepped on, and knew that Ge Jingen was reminding him not to be angry in a hidden way, so he secretly took a deep breath and replied in a very calm tone:

"Thank you for your question, Mr. Cannonville, I think you can sit down now. It takes a little time to answer so many of your questions, and I can't bear to see you emotionally standing in the middle of a polite crowd of journalist friends, and your current posture can easily make people uncomfortable. ”

There was a burst of laughter in the venue, and the Chinese reporters were extremely impressed by An Yi's calmness and resourcefulness. Cannon Wei had already realized something from An Yi's cold eyes, and for a while, he was so impressed that he could only sit down slowly.

An Yi glanced around the venue, and finally stopped at Powell's handsome, flushed face, and said in an orderly manner: "Regarding the issue of Sino-British relations, it is handled by its own diplomatic department, and it is not within the scope of my answer.

"You said that after my army entered southern Yunnan. The Anglo-Burmese army had one misfortune after another, but when I think about it, I don't know where their misfortune is. Is it that since my army was stationed in southern Yunnan, the Anglo-Burmese army has never been able to do what it has been in the past ten or twenty years. As long as you are happy, you can wantonly cross the border to invade Chinese territory, massacre Chinese border people, and loot the property of Chinese people? Could it be that before this, the poor and fragile Chinese border people were accustomed to it, and now they have made a little resistance to the invaders who came to their homes to kill and rob people. It became the misfortune of the Anglo-Burmese army?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Powell, I don't know how you could question me so unreasonably in such an almost domineering tone today, but I know that you are still the same as your ancestors in your bones, thinking that this world is a world of the jungle, that the Chinese people and the squadron should be like the Manchu Qing Dynasty, frightened by your thousands of troops and a few gunboats, after being shamelessly slaughtered and plundered. And to compensate you with a huge amount of silver, right? Don't ever think about it! Today I can tell you very seriously that the history of the two Opium Wars will never be repeated again, because the Chinese, who have suffered so much, have awakened!

"As for your last question, that is China's internal affairs, and you as an Englishman are not qualified to point fingers in front of me, and I disdain to answer your questions."

The venue burst into thunderous applause, and all the Chinese reporters stood up excitedly, clapped vigorously, and applauded loudly.

Cannon Well's face became ugly, he shrugged his shoulders as he sat in his seat, and shook his head again and again, but he didn't have the courage to raise his head and look at An Yi. He knew very well in his heart the weight of An Yi's words. I also know from the British Consulate that many of the tricks of the British-Burmese army in creating the Western Yunnan Massacre have been firmly in the hands of An Yi, and the reason why An Yi has not announced it for a long time is only because he has been suppressed by the cowardly central government.

"I have a question for General An, there are rumors that the successive bombings and terrorist assassinations in Manchukuo in the past half a month are inseparable from the Central Military Commission in Nanjing, and it is the malicious behavior of the new spy organization Blue Coat Society and the intelligence department of the General Staff Headquarters that has caused the loss of life and property of countless people in Manchukuo, how can General An explain?" The diminutive Japanese reporter suddenly stood up and asked loudly.

An Yi was slightly stunned, stared at the short Japanese reporter with half-closed eyes for a while, and waited for the audience to quiet down before asking unhurriedly: "Who are you?" ”

"My name is Guan Naojiro, a reporter from the Asahi Shimbun Agency, please take care of me!" The Japanese reporter bent down and bowed, looking very gentlemanly.

An Yi made a look of enlightenment: "Great Japan? Haha, those islands are really big enough. I want to say to you, you are very rude. The Chinese have taught you Japanese how to observe etiquette since the Han and Tang dynasties, but why have you not been able to learn for thousands of years? ”

"General, what do you mean by putting up with little Japan's anger.

An Yi squinted at him: "What do you mean?" Have you forgotten the rules of the press conference? Before you ask a question. Permission must be obtained from the staff member. This is a good habit that journalists in every country consciously observe, but why don't you Japanese know about shame? Even if you don't know the rules, at least you should stand up when you ask me questions. This is the minimum politeness, do you understand? ”

"But I'm already on my feet, aren't I standing now?"

Japan looked around puzzled and raised his hand.

An Yi raised his hand to the position of his eyebrows. When he looked closely, he suddenly exclaimed, "Oh my God! Are you standing? How is it as tall as a seated person? It's incredible."

The audience burst into laughter, and before the Japanese could react, Jianyi was so frightened that he quickly stood up and loudly announced the dismissal of the meeting.

When An Yi walked down, Guan Zhijilang, who was ridiculed as a clown, reacted, and shouted to find An Yi to duel.