The Republic of Heroes

The train rumbled away, rushing all the way to the west, but it was only fifty miles away, and it took an hour to reach Tongguan. Wu Xiaoliang poured a cup of hot water as if nothing had happened, got up and came to the window, watching the speeding outside. A scene receding backwards.

However, the think tanks and guards around Wu Xiaoliang were as if they were facing a big enemy. They were afraid that someone would make another bomb. With things on his mind, he didn't bother to look at the mountains that had been gradually hiding.

Wu Xiaoliang looked at the rapidly receding mountains, but his mind had already flown to the sky.

Wu Xiaoliang, who has been a man for two generations, has never traveled this road. When he enters Qinguan in the west, can he unify this chaotic China like the ancient ancestors 2000 years ago, and drive away the bandits who invaded the border? There is still a trace of uneasiness hidden in this surging heart. He obviously underestimated the situation in Shaanxi before.

However, this instead aroused his desire to be competitive. Those young people who were hiding in the dark wanted to stop the strategy of aggressively advancing westward, so he wanted to go upstream to pull out these monsters one by one and expose them to the broad daylight. It was not in vain to return to China after ten years of retirement.

In the confidential room of the special train, the telegraph suddenly started ticking. The translator translated the dots and horizontal lines into words that humans can understand at the fastest speed, but someone couldn't help lowering his voice. exclaimed.

Then there was a burst of reprimand, obviously that exclamation caused dissatisfaction of the chief in the confidential room, before the reprimand sound landed, the confidential secretary pushed open the compartment door and rushed into Wu Xiaoliang's room.

"Another explosion..."

It exploded again, and the head of the guard suddenly stood on end, grabbed the telephone hanging on the wall, and immediately wanted to notify the front of the car to stop the fire immediately, but the words of the confidential secretary immediately stopped his movements.

"Zhang Xueliang was bombed."

Those six words, spoken in a simple and soft voice, were like dropping a bomb into the carriage, "What, what, who was blown up."

Wu Xiaoliang actually stammered a few words, but soon realized that this is the truth, the telegram cannot be false, but then he questioned, "There is no mistake, send an inquiry."

The confidential secretary hurried back to the confidential room, turned back after a while, and nodded at Wu Xiaoliang. At this moment, silence speaks louder than words, and everyone understood that there was no mistake, Zhang Xueliang was indeed bombed.

"It's absolutely true, Wang Yizhe, the commander of the 67th Army, was killed on the spot." Everyone knew that Wang Yizhe was a capable general under Zhang Xueliang's direct line, and even this person was killed by the bombing.

The atmosphere that had condensed in the air before suddenly turned into surprise and uneasiness. If even Zhang Xueliang was killed, then the situation in Shaanxi would change. Even Wu Xiaoliang couldn't guarantee it. It turned out that the clouds were thick and the mountains were about to rain.

Wu Xiaoliang's worries became more and more serious, and at the same time, he was burning with anxiety. If the situation in Shaanxi suddenly changed, the entire westward migration strategy would be aborted.

"Dong Haibin, send electricity to the headquarters of the [-]th Division and ask him to immediately impose martial law, and no one can enter or leave Xi'an."

The confidential secretary hastily returned to the confidential room. The reason why Wu Xiaoliang ordered Dong Haibin who was stationed in Xi'an to immediately martial law was his own reasons. Killing the power is someone who can control the situation at a critical moment, and today's successive explosions must not be a coincidence, maybe the mastermind behind it is waiting for the result of today's assassination in Xi'an City.

With such a lightning-fast blockade of Xi'an, even Da Luo Jinxian would never be able to escape and ascend to heaven. The commotion in Tongguan is so loud that some assassins will definitely be caught. Here comes the mastermind.

The train roared forward, and the head of the guard finally realized it. He shook the handle vigorously a few times, and shouted into the microphone: "Turn off the engine, stop, what, I can't hear you, I'll say it again, turn off the engine, stop."

Obviously the locomotive was too noisy, and the people inside couldn't hear it clearly, but the last roar of the head of the guard soon took effect, the train suddenly stopped, and at the same time it slowed down, it continued to move forward. The sound of friction came into the compartment. This is the second emergency braking today.

The special train slid forward for hundreds of meters and finally stopped. The guards and soldiers of each carriage opened the doors and stood on both sides of the train to prevent accidents that might happen at any time. The dense forest has been winding up and down, and there seems to be countless dangers inside.

Wu Xiaoliang felt that the compartment in the carriage was extremely hot, and he was beginning to suffocate. He ignored the dissuasion of the guards and think tanks and insisted on getting out of the compartment. Suddenly, fresh air rushed into his face, and his mind cleared up.

Suddenly, horseshoes exploded, approaching from far away. It was obvious that there were hundreds of people. The head of the guard suddenly became very nervous. He couldn't help but push Wu Xiaoliang back into the carriage. When he stopped suddenly in the deep mountains and old forests, a horse team appeared. It is absolutely impossible to be a coincidence. If there is no accident, it is an enemy and not a friend.

"Everyone is on alert, and the opponent enters within 50 meters and shoots." Dozens of guard soldiers lined up in front of the locomotive, and the black muzzles of submachine guns and machine guns were aimed at the front.

However, from a long distance away, I heard the shouts from the horse team on the opposite side. It seemed that there was some Northeast accent mixed in, and someone pointed their eyes at the horse team galloping along the railway from west to east.

"Look, am I delusional? That man looks like Zhang Xueliang of the Northeast Army."

It is not surprising that the ordinary guards of the Shandong Army know Zhang Xueliang. Zhang Xueliang has a bad temper and likes to show off.

Wu Xiaoliang had already stepped into the carriage with one leg, and hung half of his body on the door to look. The leader of the cavalry was not Zhang Xueliang, but who else.

"Didn't Zhang Xueliang be killed by the bomb?"

The head of the guard was dumbfounded. If it wasn't in broad daylight, he really thought he had seen a ghost.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot." At the same time, holding a simple loudspeaker, he came to the front and shouted at the galloping horse team: "Deputy Commander Zhang is in front, don't go any further, please stop immediately, please stop immediately go ahead……"

Fortunately, the head of the guard responded in a timely manner, otherwise, the guards would shoot later. Zhang Xueliang was not killed by the bomb, but he was shot to death by the Shandong army in the deep mountain forest.