At this time, it was already four o'clock in the morning, and Peng Jiasheng was sleeping freely. He slept late at night, and he tossed and turned in bed for a long time before he could fall asleep.

Today he just had insomnia until nearly three o'clock.

Jingle bell, the phone rang, and Peng Jiasheng, who had only slept for an hour, was awakened instantly. He touched his phone with some annoyance to see who was disturbing his sleep at this point in time.

When I looked at the electricity, it was an old friend, Wu Deng.

Peng Jiasheng's first reaction was to chuckle in his heart, instinctively thinking that something was wrong.

Wu Deng has always been steady and calm. If something hadn't happened, he wouldn't have chosen to call at this point in time.

Slightly controlling his emotions, Peng Jiasheng answered the phone.

"Hey, Wu Deng. What's the matter?"

"Peng Sheng, two news, one good and one bad. Wu Deng said neatly as soon as he opened his mouth.

Peng Jiasheng, who had just calmed down, became nervous again.

One good and one bad, that means there is always one thing that will make him uneasy.

A glint flashed in Peng Jiasheng's eyes, but there was no trace of panic in his voice, and he said, "You say." ”

"Kunde is dead. Wu Deng said four words in a deep voice.

The simple four words immediately made a thunderbolt in Peng Jiasheng's heart, making his hand holding the mobile phone tremble and almost threw the mobile phone on the ground.

It's not frightening, it's joyful.

Kun De is dead! Wang Yong, he really did it! Guobang's dilemma is about to be solved!

"Where's the bad news?" Peng Jiasheng was not confused by the news, he clearly remembered that Wu Deng had another bad news to say.

Kunde's death is already good news that can cover up all the bad news. But Wu Deng still juxtaposes the bad news with Kunde's death, which proves that bad news is not a trivial matter.

"Mr. Wang......" Wu Deng paused slightly.

Peng Jiasheng's face changed instantly, and his tone, which had not changed, finally trembled: "Sir, he ...... What's wrong?"

Although he only got along with Wang Yong for just ten days, Peng Jiasheng unconsciously regarded Wang Yong as a real teacher. Wang Yong is not the kind of liar he imagined to eat and drink, but has real talent and real learning.

Some teach students to impart cultural knowledge, others teach students to teach life skills, and there are those who teach students to lead by example and set an example with their own actions.

Wang Yong is undoubtedly the last one.

What moved Peng Jiasheng even more was that Wang Yong acted from the standpoint of the people of Guobang. On this point, it is worthy of his respect and worthy of him shouting "sir" from the bottom of his heart.

But now that Wu Deng suddenly said that Wang Yong was the bad news, how could he not be shocked?

The excitement of Kunde's death disappeared in an instant, like a basin of ice water poured on his head.

Wu Deng seemed to notice Peng Jiasheng's abnormality, and he said a little apologetically: "I'm sorry, but I didn't answer it properly." Mr. Wang and Ms. Lin chose to act in the early morning, but in the end, only Ms. Lin came back alone. Miss Lin said that Mr. Wang chose the queen of the palace in order to cover her, and she didn't know whether she was alive or dead. There is a good chance ......"

Peng Jiasheng's eyebrows tightened and twisted into a three-word line. Life and death are unknown, that is to say, it is possible to die and it is possible to live.

"Whew", Peng Jiachang breathed a sigh of relief, at least half of the chance. Then there is no need to rush to mourn Mr., as if he is cursing Mr. to death.

Sir must still be alive!

Peng Jiasheng's messy mood changed a little better, and he just asked: "Trouble brother, you can send more people to inquire about the news of Mr., and there will be heavy thanks at this time." ”

"Peng Sheng, you are polite, it is already a great kindness for you to save me and help me many years ago. How dare I talk about any reward for my efforts? Leave it to me, and I will tell you as soon as I have news of Mr. Wang. Wu Deng said.

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

And Peng Jiasheng looked at the gradually whitening sky outside the window, and couldn't sleep anymore.

Kunde's death presents a wonderful opportunity for the current situation.

The government army on the opposite side is leaderless, and if it takes the opportunity to fight a hard fight, the opposite side may not be able to support it. Without Kunde's suppression, these government troops are simply a bunch of cowards who are afraid of death!

A look of determination flashed across Peng Jiasheng's face, and he suddenly picked up his clothes and put them on, and pushed open the door.

Doodoo ......

The Confederate camp in the early hours of the morning was awakened by the loud assembly whistle, and all the Confederate soldiers woke up instantly, thinking that something had happened.

He quickly put on his military uniform and came to the meeting place.

There, Peng Jiasheng has been waiting for a long time.

"Brothers, a day ago I was thinking about the retreat route, thinking that Guobang would probably not be able to escape this fate. To be honest, even I, the commander, am pessimistic about the future of Guobang, even inferior to you. I want to review, I want to apologize to everyone! And now, the situation has changed, and we have ushered in a major turn......around!

Peng Jiasheng's eyes were like lightning, sweeping over the thousands of soldiers present. Deliberately prolonging the tone without stating the reason.

The soldiers suddenly craned their necks, waiting for the reason for the turn in the commander's mouth to be said.

Peng Yin, Triangle Eye and others, who are familiar with Peng Jiasheng's character, are even more heartbeat. They knew that Peng Jiasheng rarely sold guanzi and whetted people's appetites. Unless things really change significantly, do ......

Peng Yin and Triangle Eyes glanced at each other, and both of them saw the excitement in each other's eyes. It seems that the two of them thought of going together.

"Because, Kunde is dead! Died at the hands of Mr.!" Peng Jiasheng took a deep breath and suddenly said this exciting news.

The crowd was surprised at first, and then there was a tsunami of cheers.

Even the simplest of brains can read the weight of this news.

Peng Yin and Triangle Eyes hugged each other even more excitedly, just like a primary school student who got a big red flower.

Peng Jiasheng waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, he looked around, and said: "Everyone, Sir has cleared the biggest obstacle for us at the most dangerous front, can we just stand here and stain the glory of Sir?"

"No! we're going to fight back and regain lost ground!" someone shouted.

In an instant, thousands of people converged into a torrent that swept the morning sky of the entire old street.

"Regain the lost ground! Regain the lost land!"

The echoing sound startled the birds into the air, and the residents outside the barracks, who had not yet retreated, poked their heads out in confusion, wondering what had happened to the Confederates.

Seeing that the emotions were almost brewing, Peng Jiasheng shouted majestically: "Okay! However, I, Peng Jiasheng, will not take the lives of your brothers to fill in, the government army will fight, and the lost land will be recovered. We don't need the lives of our brothers, we also have a secret weapon!"

"Secret weapon?" the soldiers asked, their eyes wide, and they didn't know why.

"Peng Yin, get something up and show it to everyone!"

With Peng Jiasheng's order, Peng Yinli ran to a truck in the distance.

Boom, the truck drove over and stopped in front of everyone.

Then Peng Yin jumped out of the car and violently lifted the oilcloth covering the truck, revealing a batch of black and faint things inside.

When the soldiers saw these things, they all breathed heavily, and their faces became highly excited.

It's not that they don't know it, it's because this batch of things is so shocking.

With this batch of things, in the confrontation with the government army, it is tantamount to recovering a city, and even gaining a slight advantage!

There's no braggado at all, because the thing in the truck is called 107 rocket launchers!

And it has another title - Huaxia artifact!

Huaxia's Type 63 107mm rocket launcher looks a little simple, and sometimes it is impossible to distinguish whether it is a weapon or a farm tool after sticking to the soil, and it has nothing to do with high-tech and digitalization. However, despite its unsightly appearance, during its more than 50 years of service, it has repeatedly created incredible miracles. To this day, the armed forces that use it are spread all over the world. It is known as the "AK-47" in the rocket artillery world.

"Commander, are these things really ours?" asked a soldier rubbing his eyes, a little disbelieving.

It is understandable to say that what appeared in front of me was a two-gun rocket launcher.

After all, the price of this kind of Chinese artifact is not expensive, more than 100,000 yuan for a cannon, and more than 6,000 yuan for a rocket. One or two Confederates can still afford it.

If you look at the number of piled up in this truck, there are at least a dozen or so guns! With the shells, that's a few million.

Where can the Confederates come up with so much money now?

Peng Jiasheng smiled slightly and nodded: "Not only that, but also all of them!"

Peng Jiasheng yelled into the distance.

I heard the rumbling of the motor, and the other two trucks also started and drove slowly.

Jumping out of the car were Allied special combat team members, whose faces were filled with smug smiles, and the oilcloth was lifted with a bang.

"Wow!"

It was another shocked sound of Qi Brushing Brush.

Every truck is full of 107 rocket launchers, and when three trucks add up, that's almost forty!

What is this concept?

At the beginning of Huaxia, a regimental-level unit would be equipped with six rocket launchers, and a complete six-gun 107-mm rocket artillery company could complete a simultaneous release within nine seconds, and after the rockets flew for 20 seconds, 72 rockets would fall on the enemy's positions within a range of 5 to 20 kilometers at a frequency of 8 rounds per second, which was equivalent to the firepower density and strike effect of a 122-mm howitzer battalion or four 100-mm mortar batteries of six guns carrying out three rapid fires.

If anyone has seen the scene of 10,000 cannons firing in unison, they will be shocked by the sight of cannonballs all over the sky.

It was a real hail of bullets, and the black, oppressive sky was obscured by flying shells.

These forty rocket launchers form a salvo phalanx, which can easily destroy the government defense!

Huaxia artifact, well-deserved!

Everyone became excited, couldn't hold back the impulse in their hearts, and shouted and immediately went to the front.

Peng Jiasheng smiled slightly, and couldn't help but thank Wang Yonglai again.

Because such a big deal was not from someone else, it was sent by Ziyu Fengqing.