Text: Chapter 67

The night is as dark as ink.

On the winding mountain road, there are cars speeding forward.

"Zhong Ting, when Commander Sun called me just now, I listened to him ask me if I could promise to let them temporarily retreat to the south bank of the canal, so that the 2nd Army could have some seeds...... In my heart, I was really very sad, but I could only strictly order him to stick to it, and there was nothing else I could do. Chief Li of the Fifth War Zone looked at the dark night outside the car window, and his voice was also heavy.

"Only by holding on to the death, after the arrival of the Tang Army, can the internal and external attack plan we formulated before be realized, for the sake of the overall situation, Commander Sun will understand, and Degong does not have to blame himself." The night was dark, and Bo Yuzheng's voice still sounded calm and sober.

"For the sake of the overall situation, that's a good point," Chief Li smiled, "Zhong Ting left his wife and immature daughter this time and resolutely came back to go to the national disaster with my generation, why not for the sake of the overall situation? You and I have to work harder, beat the little devil out earlier, so that the child can see his father earlier." ”

Bo Yuzheng also smiled and did not speak, but there was a slight softness between his eyebrows.

In the inner pocket of his military uniform, close to his heart, there was a piece of telegram that had never left him since the day he received it.

It's just a thin piece of paper, but it seems to contain infinite warmth and strength, Rouxi settles his heart, firmly firms his faith, and supports him through one tired and difficult moment after another.

The message was extremely short, only six letters, and the woman was safe, so don't read it.

When I arrived at Taierzhuang, the sky was already dark.

The sound of guns and cannons was endless, and in front of them were young faces scarred by wind and frost, and they were about to support the troops of the first line of general attack.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the bloody battle of Taierzhuang has been fought for nearly half a month, and the number of victories and defeats is now at this last moment," Bo Yuzheng's gaze slowly swept over the pair of silent and stoic eyes, but there was a faint arrogance in his deep voice, "Now, there are many people who are spreading the theory of the death of the country, saying that the Japanese are invincible, and I don't believe it when they say that our country is about to die!"

The young soldiers, all looked at the front-line commander in front of him, the general with a straight posture, looked at him and smiled calmly, in the light of those eyes, there was a momentum of looking at the world, and his voice continued to sound with the wind, word by word, calm and calming people's hearts, "The little devil does not have three heads and six arms, and the little devil does not have thousands of troops, the only thing they are stronger than us is some weapons and equipment." However, things are dead, people are alive, and if you want the 38 style, you will take it from the hands of the little devil Now, the time has come for us to attack!"

The faces of the soldiers gradually brought some agitated looks, and Bo Yuzheng suddenly raised his arms and raised his gun to the sky, pulled the trigger, his voice was resolute and powerful, and with the sound of the "pop papa" gun, there came "swear to die and not die as a slave!"

At this moment, the pride and ambition of every bloody man present was completely stimulated, and they couldn't help but shout with him from the bottom of their hearts, and the loud declaration of "swearing to die should not be a slave to the country" resounded in the sky.

He watched the backs of the warriors fade away, and then slowly moved his gaze to the sky.

Let him, with this victory, be the first gift to his daughter.

He withdrew his gaze, turned, and strode into the temporary wartime headquarters.

More than a month later, his daughter, under the warm spring sunshine in England, received this special gift from her father from her homeland.

Her mother held a magazine in her hand, smiled softly, and read it to her softly...... There are many names of small cities that have been turning points in history: Waterloo, Gettysburg, Verdun, and today a new name has been added: Taierzhuang. ”

The little man, with a face as delicate as a rose petal, lay in the cradle, waving his little hands and giggling at her.

Yisheng put down the magazine, picked up the daughter in the cradle, wiped the saliva that flowed out for her, and then kissed her while smiling, "What are you laughing at, are you also happy, Dad also participated in this battle, Dad is very powerful, isn't he?"

When Mrs. Charlton pushed the door in, she happened to see this scene, and she hesitated, but she could not hide it from her, so she had to speak softly: "Isabelle, my dear, Dick has just returned, and he has something to say to you. ”

Mrs. Charlton didn't say much, but Yisheng noticed something strange in her slightly hesitant tone, she gradually smiled, handed her daughter to the nanny beside her, and walked with Mrs. Charlton to the study.

Mr. Charlton heard the sound of the door opening and looked up at Yisheng, "Isabelle, I have good news and bad news for you, and the good news is that because of the victory in Taierzhuang, I have won a batch of material aid to China from Congress. ”

"Thank you. Yisheng said lightly, and then waited quietly for his next words.

"It's nothing," said Mr. Charlton, waving his hand at her, and after a moment's pause, he spoke again, "but Isabelle dear, I have to tell you the bad news that Bo's father is wounded, very badly, and this is a telegram from Chinking. ”

His tone was full of regret and sadness, and he reached out and handed the telegram to her.