The Gissimo ran his ashen-yellow hand over his knobby, shaved head. He spoke as always, snapping out the long vowels and hissing sibilants of his native tongue with the impatience of rifle fire. It was fitting that he should speak now, at the weekly Sun Yat-sen memorial service. For Chiang Kaishek, like Sun Yatsen, realized that in the wild and mountainous provinces of the great Northwest, China had an undeveloped treasure house. More than that, it was the last link with the outside world and a refuge for Free China if Chinese...
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