Chapter 248: Using Green Tea to Defeat Green Tea, Falling in Love with the Warlord (27)
The war in the north was basically stable. The Russian army retreated and returned the northern towns it had invaded. The fighting in the south was still fierce, but the Japanese side had shown signs of fatigue. The various armies formed a united front and, under the unified command of the Labor Party and major warlords, won one battle after another, defeating the arrogance of the invaders.
At the same time, the patriotic sentiment in the country was growing stronger and stronger. The endless texts awakened the numb Chinese people, aroused their indignation, made them more clearly aware of the difficulties of this world, and also more clearly realized who brought them such a temporarily stable life.
The Southern President had disappeared without a trace, and everyone thought he had fled. In reality, Han Zhiyao had already teamed up with Chen Lan and other members of the Labor Party to control him.
The southern special envoys in the capital had already realized that the southern government was unreliable and had prepared to flee early, but they were followed one by one and their whereabouts were controlled. Deputy Director Sun, who had already defected to the Nanjing government, stayed at home without saying a word, not knowing what to do.
It would be fine if he had not defected to the Southern Government in the beginning, but now he has become an official of the Southern Government. If he has changed sides like this, Han Zhiyao will definitely not keep him.
"Dad, where are we going now?" Sun Qianying was wearing a plain dress and looked a little tired. After all, she was the daughter of a housekeeper. Although she enjoyed this luxurious life all year round, she was not completely ignorant of current affairs. What's more, even now, she had never given up her fantasy about Han Zhiyao. She was still paying attention to Han Zhiyao's movements in her heart. Naturally, she also knew that Han Zhiyao had gone to the south to fight, and the battle lasted for two or three years.
"Don't worry, Dad has his own plans. You and Mom go pack your things, we're leaving."
"Um."
Sun Qianying bit her lip. Although she still wanted to wait for Han Zhiyao to come back, she also knew that their family was in an awkward situation and staying here would only add to their bad reputation.
Deputy Director Sun sat on the sofa, sighed deeply, and clenched his fists. Now, let alone seeking "justice" for his daughter, let alone wanting to avenge the resentment in his heart, his family itself was already in danger.
Li Ziyan knew about these people's affairs, but he didn't want to pay too much attention to them. Instead of wasting time on these people who had long been unimportant, it would be better to focus on the Marshal's Mansion and Han Zhiyao.
"It's been more than two years, and I don't know when Zhiyao will be able to come back." The old lady sat on the sofa, looked at Li Ziyan who was wearing a long gown, and smiled.
Since last year, the war situation between the two sides has improved. The Chinese army is in an advantageous position, and news of victory often comes. Han Zhiyao also got the opportunity to call Li Ziyan and send telegrams. Li Ziyan's mood became visibly relaxed.
In addition, with the fall of the southern government, the pressure on Li Ziyan was reduced a lot. Old Mrs. Han also asked someone to cook food for Li Ziyan every day to nourish his body. As a result, Li Ziyan's health improved a lot.
"Don't worry, grandma. Zhiyao said the battle on the front line is almost over and she will be back soon."
"Well, don't worry," the old lady patted Li Ziyan's shoulder, looking at his little face with love in her eyes. In the past two years, thanks to Li Ziyan by his side, talking and chatting with him, he also had a companion. He also took good care of her every day, and her health has improved a lot. "Grandma is worried about you. Look at your body, you are so thin. When Zhiyao comes back, I'm afraid she will blame me for not treating you well."
"No, grandma, stop joking."
"Hahaha, you kid, Zhiyao always sends me a telegram asking about my health and then asks me to watch you eat. It's like she's holding you in her heart."
Li Ziyan's face flushed red from the old lady's teasing, and he could only lower his head and remain silent.
He touched the red line on his wrist, his thoughts drifting away.
Qingyang City in the south of China.
"Marshal, the Japanese troops in the southeast and south have already withdrawn," Adjutant Liu said with a happy expression as he saluted Han Zhiyao. "Only a small number of Japanese troops in the southwest are still resisting fiercely."
Han Zhiyao's arm was hanging on his shoulder, and his body was still bandaged, but his face did not show any pain or fear, but excitement instead. "They can't resist for much longer. Their emperor can't continue to fight."
"Yes, what should we do now?"
"Cough cough cough, maintain your current state and don't attack easily. I'm afraid of them. Cough cough cough, I'm afraid they would rather die than live in disgrace." Han Zhiyao coughed a few times. He was ambushed in the last battle and the marching army was hit by cannons. Han Zhiyao rushed to the side to protect the brothers around him, but he was still affected.
He suffered a concussion, a broken right arm, and most seriously, a chest injury where a broken rib had penetrated his lung. If he hadn't received prompt medical attention, he might not have survived. Even so, the accompanying military doctor said he would still have sustained underlying health problems.
Han Zhiyao is not a god. Although he is brave and resourceful, he is still a mortal after all. It is impossible for him to remain unscathed after two years of war. He already has many old wounds on his body, and he does not get enough rest, which has a great impact on his lifespan.
But this was not a big deal for Han Zhiyao. He was just glad that he still had the chance to see Li Ziyan again.
"I understand. I'll go down and give the order right away. You can have a good rest."
"Yeah." Han Zhiyao nodded, leaned back and lay on the bed. He touched the red rope on his right wrist and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
This was what Li Ziyan asked for him at the temple before he went to war, saying that it could keep him safe.
Neither of them is a superstitious person, but he still wears it. Because it is Li Ziyan's love for him, and it is Li Ziyan's feelings for him that are beyond words.
Han Zhiyao closed his eyes, endured the discomfort in his chest, and fell into a light sleep.
In August of the seventh year of the Republic of China, the Japanese army announced its withdrawal and signed an agreement with China and the United States, agreeing not to start a war or invade other countries' territories.
Han Zhiyao attended the meeting as a representative of China. His arm was still injured, but his posture was upright. His iron-gray military uniform outlined his momentum and character, which was even more obvious in contrast with the short Japanese officer.
The reporters from the newspaper were taking pictures below, leaving behind the latest reports and memories. Han Zhiyao turned around, and Adjutant Liu and others behind him brought up some red papers, unfolded them, and saluted him.
This is a piece of paper filled with the names of the fallen soldiers. All the soldiers took off their hats and saluted.
The reporters paused taking photos, took their heads off, bowed deeply, and tears fell to the ground.
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