1944.

Chongqing.

This is the darkest time before dawn, where day and night, light and darkness 'meet'.

“…… Now the Allied forces are frequently reported successes everywhere, only the Chinese theater has been defeated, the battle of Henan and Central China has been defeated, and Luoyang has fallen, and now you actually tell me that the battle situation in Changsha is critical -- now the Allied forces are already questioning, does China still have the strength to continue to fight against Japan? Tell me yourself, where is my military prestige? Where is the face of the country?

"The little devils are just dying now, they have recently lost in the Pacific theater, and they have taken advantage of our current division of troops in the Indo-Burma battlefield, so they are desperate to launch this attack......"

I don't listen to this, I just want the result - Changsha, can I hold it in the end?"

In the hidden conference room, there was silence under the heavy light and shadow.

"Judging from the current situation, Changsha probably can't hold it. The pressing task at present is to draw up the next operational policy as soon as possible and consolidate Chongqing and Kunming.

A voice broke the dead silence in the room, and everyone turned their eyes together, under the light, the man's eyes were slightly condensed, but his face was still calm.

After the words were finished, the room was full of silence, everyone knew that he was telling the truth, but the deep pain of waiting for the land to fall, but they were powerless as soldiers, weighed heavily on the hearts of everyone present, almost making them breathless.

After a while, someone finally spoke to the first chairman with a stern face: "Commission, I agree with Zhong Ting's opinion, the current situation, it is useless to increase troops to Changsha, and the 'communication' between the Ministry of Security and Southwest International cannot be delayed. ”

The chairman closed his eyes and said in a dumb voice: "Then in your opinion, where will the next offensive move of the Japanese army be?"

Bo Yuzheng slowly moved his eyes to the huge military map hanging on the wall, and his gaze slowly moved down through Changsha, and finally fixed on one point, stalemate.

"Hengyang. He said.

The senior officers present stood up one after another with the chairman and walked in front of the huge map.

The chairman's eyes were bloodshot, and he opened his scarlet eyes and looked at the map in silence, and after a long time, he asked, "What about other people's opinions?"

"With the enemy's current strength, the advance to Lukou may be stopped, after all, the enemy in the first battle of Changsha has also suffered losses, and they have lost again and again in the Pacific theater. ”

Some people had different opinions and said it, and many people nodded in agreement.

Bo Yuzheng shook his head and said: "It is precisely because they are losing and retreating in the Pacific theater and the sea 'communication' line is seriously threatened, so they will make a desperate bet and launch this attack - if my judgment is correct, after capturing Hengyang, their next target will be Guilin, one is to avoid these two places becoming Allied air force bases, and the other is to further open up the mainland 'communication' line." ”

As soon as he said this, many people agreed, but there were still people who objected-

"Zhong Ting said seriously, with the current situation of the little devil, even if he takes Hengyang, he will never go west to Guilin. I suspect that they are just bent on attacking our *** power. ”

All of a sudden, everyone in the conference room expressed their opinions and couldn't hold on to each other.

"Report, emergency secret telegram from the Nine War Zone!" I don't know how long it took, a report rang outside the 'door'.

Everyone was stunned, and now what is being held here is a confidential meeting at the highest level, and if it were not for the urgency of the situation, no one would disturb it.

The chairman took the telegram from his 'attendant' hand, looked at it, closed it and looked at it again, and after a long time, he slowly spoke, his voice still calm, but his eyes were suppressed with deep pain.

"The Ninth War Zone is in a hurry again, Changsha, probably really can't hold it. ”

He put down the telegram and walked to the battle map again, frowning, his voice was very low, he was talking to a group of subordinates, and he seemed to be talking to himself, "Hengyang is the hub of the Hunan-Guizhou and Guangdong-Hanzhou railways, and the water transport 'traffic' is also extended in all directions, and it is also the center of the southwest highway network...... There is also Hengyang Airport, which is the intermediate liaison station between the southeast air bases, once it is lost, our forward airfield will have to retreat to Guilin, and the battle line in the air will suddenly retreat 2,000 kilometers......"

He closed his eyes again, opened them again, looked at the small point on the map, and said categorically, "Whether the enemy attacks Hengyang or not, Hengyang must not be lost." ”

When he walked out of the conference room, the sun was already shining, Bo Yuzheng looked up at the blue sky, the five-and-a-half-year-long bombing was now finally over, and the heart he had been worried about could finally settle down a little.

Feng Weilan glanced at the watch in his hand, and couldn't hold back for a while, "Brother, let the driver drive faster, even if you miss a little time, go back, how long have you not seen your mother and sister-in-law, this time you came to Chongqing, and you have to leave without touching the 'door'......"

Bo Yuzheng shook his head, "No, the airport is already waiting, now the battle situation is urgent, once Changsha is lost, Hengyang is in danger, there is no delay, I have to rush over as soon as possible." ”

Even if he couldn't see each other, and he didn't want to make her sad in vain, he paused, and then spoke again, "Don't tell them I've been here." ”

Feng Weilan's throat choked, "I understand, in fact, I can only look at it and have to leave." ”

Bo Yuzheng patted his younger brother on the shoulder, didn't say anything, and walked towards the car that drove over.

Feng Weilan looked at his brother's back, watched him get into the car, controlled his emotions, and spoke through the car window: "Brother, you have to be careful." ”

He trusted his brother's judgment, and because he believed, he worried.

Bo Yuzheng in the car nodded, looked at the worry in his younger brother's eyes, and smiled, "Wei Scale, don't worry, this war will end soon." ”

Feng Weilan watched his brother's car go away, got into his car in silence, and drove in the direction of Feng Mansion.

When he got home, Yisheng was reading a letter in his room. Whenever she misses her husband, she takes out all the letters he wrote to her and looks at them all over again.

Most of those letters were written by him in the dead of night, and there were no lingering love words in the letters, most of them were his views on the current situation, a description of the battle situation under his command, and she would not worry about her own situation, and also asked her to take care of herself, be careful of air raids, and dress in the cold......

The letters, in the palm of her hand, were restrained, but they were tender.

"Young lady, the second young master is back, Madame will let you go down!"

The messenger who came to report was even happy in her voice, and she was also happy, so she hurriedly got up and walked quickly downstairs.

In the living room, Mrs. Feng held her son's hand, laughing and crying, and refused to let go, "Wei Scale, how could you come back suddenly." ”

"I just happened to have a meeting, so I'll come back and have a look," Feng Weilan also held his mother's hand tightly and asked, Mom, are you and your sister-in-law okay?"

The 'sex' of this meeting is confidential, and even the formation of the participants is completely confidential, besides, he doesn't know if he will have time to go home after the meeting, so he didn't tell his family in advance.

Because of this, Mrs. Feng was pleasantly surprised by her son's sudden return.

"Okay, okay, we're all fine, don't hang up," Mrs. Feng has followed Feng Shuai for many years, and she sees these things very clearly, knowing that she shouldn't ask, but she still can't hold back, "What about your eldest brother, did he also come to Chongqing?"

Feng Weilan smiled lightly and shook his head, "Big brother has other tasks and didn't come to the meeting." ”

"Where is he now, can you tell me?" Suddenly a woman's voice came from the stairs.

Feng Weilan raised his head and looked at the 'girl' wearing a Molan-colored cheongsam, descending step by step, with unconcealed concern and expectation in his eyes.

Under her gaze, he couldn't bear to refuse after all, and said, "Big brother is supervising the battle in Hengyang." ”

He originally thought that her thoughts could have a specific place, so that her worries could be implemented, so that she could relieve her worries a little.

But I forgot for a moment that she was not an ordinary 'girl'.

"Hengyang," she said softly, unexpectedly remembering Lu Fengyang's words, "He was there, and he was even absent from the meeting, does it mean that once Changsha is lost, Hengyang will be the focus of the Japanese attack?"

Feng Weilan was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "What are you thinking about, where is there no need for people, the eldest brother just happened to arrange to supervise the battle there." ”

"I didn't know anything, but I cared about it, and I scared myself. ”

Yisheng heard him say this, and because Mrs. Feng was there, he nodded, smiled reluctantly, and took the topic away.

After lunch, Feng Weilan couldn't stay for long, so he had to leave immediately.

He saw that Mrs. Feng was crying weakly, and his heart was uncomfortable, so he asked Ping'an to help her upstairs.

Yisheng then sent him out of the 'door', and he didn't speak all the way, as if he was thinking about something.

He knew that she was too smart, and she might not believe what he said just now, and secretly regretted it, so he found a topic to make her happy, but he was also afraid that she would ask him again.

"Your birthday is coming, I'll let people find the best Burmese 'jade' and make a necklace for you, you don't like 'jade' the most. He laughs.

She suddenly looked up and looked at him without blinking, "Wei Scale, you do me a favor, it should be regarded as a birthday gift for me, okay?"