Finally returned to the sky above Jinling.

Today, according to the Gregorian calendar, is August 26, 1937.

Lunar Calendar. The twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China. July 21st.

Came back a little late.

There were many things going on before.

It was not until the 22nd that Zhang Yong set off from the front line.

Tang Enbo has arrived.

There cannot be two big bosses in a region.

According to Chiang Kai-shek's arrangement, Tang Enbo will be responsible for commanding the entire Nankou front line.

If Zhang Yong continues to stay here, it will be difficult for Tang Enbo.

So after settling the troops, Zhang Yong left the front line.

Take the train to Taiyuan. Then fly a biplane from Taiyuan back to Xi'an. Then fly a DC-3 transport plane from Xi'an back to Jinling.

The road was pretty smooth.

The train from Taiyuan to Zhangjiakou, heading north, carries all the troops.

After the Japanese invaders threatened Yan Laoxi's base, he no longer dared to neglect. He hurriedly mobilized all his main troops to try to stop the Japanese invaders.

Check the map. No abnormalities found.

The airport is still intact. There are no signs of an attack.

It means that the Japanese invaders and the Air Force have not bombed the Daqiaochang Airport, and there is no fighting in Jinling for the time being.

Airport security has been tightened. Manpower has been increased. Weapons have been increased. These are all normal phenomena.

Landed safely.

Someone came up immediately and surrounded the plane.

Zhang Yong opened the hatch and walked out slowly.

"Commissioner!"

The officer leading the team immediately recognized Zhang Yong.

He quickly stood at attention and saluted.

"Um."

Zhang Yong nodded and raised his hand in return.

Look around. Everything is calm. It doesn't look like a war has broken out.

It’s so quiet and peaceful!

It is unimaginable that in just four months, Jinling will...

Suddenly, I seemed to see something out of the corner of my eye.

It looks like a lantern? Huh? A lantern was actually hung up?

Are you preparing for the Mid-Autumn Festival? Oh, there are only more than twenty days until the Mid-Autumn Festival.

But vaguely, something didn't feel right.

"Those lanterns are..."

"The reporting specialist is preparing to celebrate the victory of Songhu."

"The Great Victory at Songhu?"

"Yes. We defeated the Japanese in Shanghai and achieved an unprecedented victory. Our superiors ordered us to hang up lanterns to celebrate."

"How many days have you been hanging up?"

"It was hung up on the 16th. It's been ten days."

"ah……"

Zhang Yong was about to speak but stopped.

No wonder something feels wrong. That’s it.

There should still be good news on the 16th. Therefore, everyone is very happy and wants to celebrate.

But later, the news gradually became less good, so this celebration was discontinued.

It is impossible to take down a lantern that has been hung up.

It is impossible to tell outsiders about unfavorable news on the front line.

Report good news but not bad news.

This is tradition.

Especially for ordinary people.

What we tell the people is always good news. It is always good news.

One victory after another.

From victory to victory...

This is true for both China and Japan.

The beautiful country is no exception. The beautiful country also has a press control law. It is strictly forbidden to report unfavorable news about the war situation.

Therefore, if you are an ordinary Jinling citizen, it is impossible to know that the front line has been defeated miserably, and the Japanese invaders suddenly came to Jinling.

Even if we are attacked by troops, the government will still tell you that we are still victorious. The advantage still lies with me.

Therefore, not many people in Jinling will prepare to retreat in advance.

Because they don't know the truth at all.

There is no way the government can tell them the truth.

Battle reports can be deceiving, but battle lines cannot be deceiving. However, how many people know where the battle lines are?

Shake his head.

Put back the chaotic thoughts.

I went back to the airport control room and found that no one I knew was there.

Zhang Ping is not here.

Yang Lichu is not here either.

Ming Gang and others are not here either.

Asked. The answer was that I went to Shanghai Longhua Airport.

Then it'll be fine.

Call the attendant's office first.

"Director Lin, it's me, Zhang Yong. I'm back."

"Well……"

Director Lin seemed to pause for a moment.

Zhang Yong then sensitively realized that Director Lin was lying to him.

No evidence. Just intuition.

Sure enough, after a while, Director Lin said slowly: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back, you're tired too, rest first, rest..."

"Okay." Zhang Yong said nothing.

Hang up the phone.

Thoughtful.

Obviously, the previously prepared negotiations no longer exist.

The Japanese reinforcements are definitely on the way. Some may even have arrived.

Zhang Yong did not know the specific battle situation and was not prepared to take the initiative to find out. Because Director Lin's attitude had already made it clear that he was not welcome on the front line.

If he was needed on the front line, Director Lin would have asked him to go to Shanghai immediately, but asked him to rest.

Well, this is the reality.

You, you are not the savior.

Not everyone welcomes you.

You can't order everyone.

You do not have supreme authority.
To be continued...