Xie Yun was standing in front of a huge military map, concentrating, his finger slowly moving along the lines from Beili to Heilongjiang. When he heard the noise, he asked without turning his head: "Is it going well?"

"Young Marshal," Zhou Lin saluted while standing at attention, his voice low, "Chen Yucong has been dealt with. Over at the Japanese warehouse No. 3, the remnants of the Green Gang carried out the attack as planned and burned it thoroughly." He paused slightly and continued, "As for San Tangqi, he has been secretly taken to the interrogation room in the western suburbs."

Hearing this, Xie Yun nodded slightly, with a hint of barely perceptible satisfaction flashing in his eyes: "Very good."

"I just received a telegram from a ton," Zhou Lin stepped forward, took out a telegram from his arms, and handed it to Xie Yun with both hands, "Commander-in-Chief Zhang has stabilized the situation, and their troops can support us at any time."

Xie Yun took the telegram and glanced at it, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Now, they can't cause any trouble." He raised his hand and put the telegram close to the candlelight, and the flames instantly devoured the paper, "Notify Mr. Ye, it's time to move."

I was awakened by the shrill sirens in Tianjin.

Japanese armored vehicles rolled over the bluestone streets, wanted posters were posted on the streets and alleys, and the gendarmerie searched house by house for the remnants of the Green Gang.

Wang Quezi, who sells breakfast, squatted at the entrance of the alley and watched the Japanese soldiers kick open the door of the silk shop opposite with a fierce look. He couldn't help but whisper to the boy selling newspapers next to him: "Last night, the gunshots sounded like firecrackers, and I saw the Chen family's car running towards the dock... This street is really getting more and more chaotic."

Even more shocking news came like a gust of wind sweeping in from the north.

All major newspapers printed extra editions overnight. Newsboys sang in the streets, their clear voices breaking the hustle and bustle of the city: "Extra edition! Extra edition! Commander Xie Yun takes over the Northern Garrison!"

Outside Liu Mansion, the biting north wind whistled past with fine snow.

Ye Yi and Liu Xiuyi's troops have surrounded the European-style building like an iron cage, with no air penetrated.

The machine gunner was crouching on the bell tower of the church opposite, with the black muzzle of his gun pointed coldly at the inner courtyard.

In the study, Liu Ku sat on the leather chair with a sullen face, holding the teacup with his knuckles clenched, the tea in it had already gone cold.

The painting on the wall, his proudest work, "A Tiger Descending the Mountain," swayed slightly in the draft, and the tiger in the painting seemed somewhat depressed.

"Master..." The old butler handed over a hot towel with a trembling voice, "The kitchen has prepared ginseng soup..."

"Get out!" Liu Chu knocked over the tray, and the porcelain bowl fell to the ground and shattered.

The heavy oak door was pushed open, and the sound of military boots hitting the ground broke the silence in the room.

"Ye Yi!" Liu Chu slammed the table so hard that the mahogany desk shook. "You are trying to rebel!" His eyes almost popped out of their sockets and the corners of his eyes twitched constantly.

Ye Yi stood at the door in his uniform, raised his hand and motioned to his adjutant to unfold a document: "Commander Liu, effective immediately, you will be relieved of your post as commander of the Beibei garrison." He paused, his voice as quiet as if he were discussing the weather, "The headquarters will be temporarily taken over by Commander-in-Chief Xie."

The adjutant took a step forward, and his shiny boots crushed the broken pieces of the teacup on the ground with a crisp sound. He handed the document to Liu Chu.

Liu Chu's eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly jumped up to grab the document, but the adjutant quickly grabbed his wrist.

Several guards immediately stepped forward, held his shoulders, and forced a pen between his trembling fingers.

"You... this is mutiny!" Liu Chu struggled desperately, the tip of his pen scratched the document, splashing a few scarlet ink stains. His voice suddenly choked, "Back then... I led my brothers... to fight to the death, and only today can we have this! How could you... how could you do this to me!"

Ye Yi frowned, held his hand personally, and pressed his fingerprints on the signature. The bright red Indonesian ink looked like wet blood under the light.

This action reminded him of the scene thirty years ago when they pressed their fingerprints together when they took the oath of allegiance to the Tongmenghui.

When the clamp was released, Liu Chu seemed to have all his strength drained away and slumped down in front of the messy desk.

He looked at the documents that were taken away and laughed silently. His laughter was full of despair and unwillingness. It echoed in this cold room for a long time...