PS: There is no protagonist in the last volume, Xing 13 will basically not appear, the rise and fall of the country, the husband is responsible, and everyone in the battle is the protagonist.

The little brother who sent the secret letter was pulled by several leaders of the large military region and asked about the current situation of the 23rd Division.

"The signal of Mullin City is paralyzed, there is a rare outbreak of bubonic plague in the city, the people are not living, I turned out a few days ago, it took too much time, but I don't know the current situation in the city, I think they won't be too good"! The little brother sighed, his eyes lonely.

"Since the signal in Mulin City is paralyzed now, I'll go with Rikimaru! Come and go quickly, find out what is going on, Kazekage, you stay in the base camp with your brothers, protect the generals, save or not, and wait for us to come back, if it is feasible, we have no right to take away the lives of ten thousand soldiers." The war is cruel, only after experiencing it, can we know the sadness in it, and the ten thousand lives make Xing Shisan's heart sad.

No matter how the generals in the command negotiated, he had to leave Mu Lin City.

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Among the rubble bricks that had been bombed by the Japanese planes in the city, the corpses of the Chinese soldiers who had time to be buried were everywhere, and most of them still clenched their rifles with their stiff fingers, as if they were ready to jump up at any moment to participate in the next charge - but no one could stand up anymore......

To create a simple defensive position, the only thing thousands of people can do against the dense and black-pressed Japanese outside the city is to pull the trigger.

Just to keep the ancient city for one more day, half a day, or a few hours. Who knows, maybe the next time the Japanese invade the city will be the period of the fall of Mulin City.

Kill one is enough, kill two and earn one! Of course, this is just the idea of ordinary soldiers, and for Li Moqian, the supreme military commander of the Chinese army in Mulin City, the division commander, he must think further.

At this time, Li Moqian was on the wall of the west gate of Mulin, holding a telescope and silently looking at the size of the queue outside the city, calculating the approximate number of enemies in his heart, and feeling that the stone in his heart was getting heavier and heavier.

Today is the half-moon period of the Mulin Defense Battle, half a month ago the first shot was fired in the encounter of Liujiafen, ten kilometers outside the city, the 23rd Division nearly 10,000 soldiers faced the three divisions of the 68th Army under the command of the famous Japanese general Kojiro, known as the "Eagle of the Samurai", 30,000 Japanese Kou, not afraid of death; Nearly 10,000 tigers, forgetting death and sacrificing life. In the bloody battle for half a month, both sides have been red-eyed, and they have been fighting for heads with people.

But now Li Moqian knows that he can't fight anymore, and what he can't fight is not the fighting spirit, but the number of people. In the past half a month, every day he had to lead his troops to take a step back to the gate of the wooden forest, and every step back had to leave the corpses of dozens or hundreds of soldiers, until two days ago he ordered all the remaining soldiers of the 23rd Division to withdraw into the city to defend the wooden forest - it seems that the Japanese outside the city have also lost one-third, and there are less than 20,000 left in total, Li Moqian finished thinking in his heart, put down the binoculars, took off his military hat, and silently looked around at the soldiers around him who were too tired to stand up.

Li Moqian, who has always been known for his love for soldiers like sons, although he can't say that he is familiar with all the nearly 10,000 soldiers under him, he also remembers the names of most of them. Unexpectedly, so many vivid faces in my mind turned into monotonous casualty figures in just a dozen days. The statistical report of the soldiers who died every day since the beginning of the war is like a bloody knife digging into their hearts.

Li Moqian subconsciously crumpled the military hat in his hand, and faced the enemy with less than 3,000 troops now, and the military reinforcements were isolated by the Japanese and difficult to advance, and even if they wanted to break through until now, they couldn't do anything.

Perhaps, only the heavenly immortals can escape the last catastrophe!

I silently prayed to the fairy god in my heart, and my heart suddenly moved, and I looked around again, and sure enough, the staff officer Zang, who had only been transferred to the military headquarters before the battle, was not around. Li Moqian slowly unfolded the hat in his hand and smoothed it, put it on his head, fastened the wind and discipline button on his coat, and thought: This incomprehensible person, maybe he really helps, maybe a miracle can happen.

Thinking of this, Li Moqian coughed, cleared his throat and asked the soldiers around him, "Has anyone seen where Staff Officer Zang went?" However, after asking twice, no one answered. Li Moqian was about to get angry, and then swallowed the words back to his throat. The fierce fighting around the area did not stop for several days, and the soldiers who had just sat on the ice were already snoreing on the ground in a moment. A desolate emotion slowly spread in Li Moqian's chest like ink falling into the pool, and he lightly took off his coat and covered the two battalion commanders of Zhang Wang, who were sleeping side by side nearby.

He walked down the city tower quickly, and it was Li Moqian's beloved jujube red horse that kept snorting under the city tower. Seeing his love for horses, Li Moqian thought of the brothers of the cavalry battalion again, when the bullets were not supported, they relied on the cavalry battalion to take the initiative to attack hand-to-hand combat and slash at the critical moment for half a month, and cut off the enemy's arrogance several times. But just a few days ago, the last three cavalrymen were also killed under the enemy's bullets.

Mu Lin loves horses, and Li Moqian, of course, is no exception, silently wiping the sweat on the neck of the jujube red horse, on such a cold day, the jujube red horse is actually tired and sweaty.

"Thank you, old man." Li Moqian touched the horse's ears and whispered, "The sun hasn't set yet, you walk slowly on the way back." The horse seemed to understand the master's words, and was pleased with the master's love for him, neighing lightly, and he really didn't go fast, just so that Li Moqian, who was sitting on horseback, thought quietly.

Is Staff Officer Zang really worth entrusting with his life? In the evening breeze, Li Moqian, who was meditating on horseback, couldn't help but shiver, although they didn't get along for a long time, Li Moqian could still vaguely guess the true identity of Staff Officer Zang. The staff officer who was just sent by the department was strategic, knowledgeable, and always calm, even in the face of today's embarrassment, he still held back.

He had heard some rumors that the former department of this staff officer was like the Military Intelligence Bureau of the Republic of China, and he always felt that it was unpredictable.

Li Moqian vaguely felt a little sad, although he was only about forty years old this year, he really felt that he was already so old, I don't know if after dark today, his wife, who has withdrawn to the capital, will still go to play mahjong with those broad wives, this woman, the child can't be born, and the strength of playing mahjong is higher than anything else. Li Moqian subconsciously looked to the east, trying to restrain himself from seeing another figure in his mind.

If it weren't for the providence of God, there would be a shadow standing beside me grinding ink for herself with a smile, instead of the fat white banker's daughter who pinched her nose when she smelled ink. Li Moqian laughed self-deprecatingly: "What's the matter today, the more I think about it, the more I go back." Born in troubled times, who can have the right to choose their own destiny? Half a lifetime has passed, so let's make do with it. ”

Let's think about the Minister of the Army, Staff Officer Zang. In all fairness, this staff officer really didn't pull his hind legs after he appeared in the 23rd Division, but what about it--Li Moqian said to himself in his heart: I can't figure it out, this person has always seemed to be separated from himself by a veil. Many times, Li Moqian felt that Staff Officer Zang did not give people the impression of wisdom or foresight, but ......

Li Moqian remembered a contemporary literati surnamed Zhou who commented on the shortcomings of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms": Liu Bei's thickness and hypocrisy, and the wisdom of Zhuge and close to demons. That's right, it's a demon, a demon! Li Moqian, who is also self-conscious in his strategy, killed and didn't believe that there were such unpredictable prophets in the world before he met Staff Officer Zang. The most annoying thing is that this person knows everything, but he doesn't tell you anything, and his attitude is so modest that you can't get angry.

It's really both Shengyu and He Shengliang - forget it, this famous sentence can only be Zhou Yu's self-comfort before he died. If he was really capable, Zhou Yu would not have been by Kong Ming. No, it's all at this time, and when I see him, I have to take out all the things in his stomach!

Li Moqian thought about it, and suddenly felt that a nameless fire in his head was about to rush out, and he looked up to see the towering city wall of the wooden forest made of heavy huge stones. When the wooden forest city wall was built, it was not a square common in ancient city construction, but a long and narrow ribbon, like a microcosm of the Great Wall of the Qin and Han dynasties.

The Great Wall in the miniature is not visible at a glance, and the remaining soldiers of the 23rd Division are standing guard sporadically, and the lonely figure casts a long reflection into the city under the sunset, hugging the earth. Li Moqian calmed down and sighed softly, since ancient times, what can really resist the invasion of foreign races has never been the Great Wall built with cold stones, but the flesh and blood of these soldiers who fought bravely regardless of their safety!

The corners of his eyes moistened, and he was willing to spare the life of every soldier under his command at any cost, except for the fact that 100,000 of his compatriots could be slaves to the country! Absolutely not! Li Moqian subconsciously tightened the reins of the horse, causing a long neighing from the red horse under his crotch, he hurriedly let go and patted the horse's neck to comfort him, and the Daning Temple in front of him, which was the command center, was already faintly visible.

The headquarters of the 23rd Division was originally located in the courtyard donated by the Lin family, a large merchant in the city. The advantage of the Lin family's courtyard is that there is a cellar dug in advance by wealthy families since ancient times to avoid war, and the command center is located under the cellar, which is both private and safe. But Staff Officer Zang always said that the feng shui of the cellar was not good, and insisted on moving several times. Coincidentally, when Staff Officer Zang arranged for reporters to take a group photo of all the officers and men of the headquarters, a bomb from the Japanese plane was dropped at the mouth of the cellar...... Li Moqian shivered again, and everyone was buried alive one step later.

The whole division was in an uproar, and they all said that there was a Zhuge military advisor around Li Moqian who was like a god and could be an unpredictable prophet than Liu Bowen, and even the reckless wolf in the army who had never been convinced began to respect Staff Officer Zang. To everyone's surprise, the headquarters chose the site for the second time, and Staff Officer Zang insisted on choosing this Daning temple. What surprised everyone even more was that although the towers were the most eye-catching targets in the ancient city, no matter how the enemy planes circled, they turned a blind eye to the ancient towers when they bombed.