Baoshan Camp, Yao Glacier Office.

"Do you think the upper echelons will make us retreat? Or continue to fight? Yao Bing said with a cigarette, "Or will you continue to stay put?" ”

"If the commander-in-chief of the Songhu region contributes all his efforts, we are likely to retreat." Zheng Long also said with a cigarette, "It's been more than a month of fighting, the soldiers are tired, and if they continue to fight, the army's morale may be unstable." ”

"Second, the gap between the two sides is too big, and now is not the time for a decisive battle, in order to preserve our strength, we must retreat strategically."

"Retreat." Yao Bingbing sighed and said, "If you continue to fight, the 87th Division will really be finished." ”

"Tick bell bell! Tick bell bell! ”

While the two were talking, the phone in Mr. Yao's office rang.

"This is the Baoshan camp, and I am Yao Bingbing, the commander of the 87th Division." Yao Bingbing took the phone and reported to himself.

"Lao Yao, I'm Wei Shanhe."

"Oh, Lao Wei, why did the call come here?" Yao Glacier smiled and said, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"I'm looking for Zheng Long." Wei Shanhe coughed twice and said, "Is he not there?" ”

"What's wrong with you?" Yao Bing pouted for a moment and said, "Injured?" ”

"Don't you know?" Wei Shanhe replied: "Baoding is lost. ”

"Lost ...... Lost? Yao Bing pouted for a moment and said, "I've been so busy these days that I haven't even read the newspaper." ”

"Forget it, I won't tell you, you let Zheng Long answer the phone."

"Okay, it just so happens that Zheng Long is in my office." Yao Bingbing said a word to Zheng Long, "Your regiment leader's phone number." ”

"Wei Tuan, I'm Zheng Long." Zheng Long took the phone urgently, and said, "How are you?" Okay? I just heard on the phone that Baoding is lost? What about casualties? ”

After Zheng Long took the phone, he directly threw out a series of questions.

Silence, silence.

"Wei Tuan? Wei Tuan? Zheng Long waited for a moment without a response, then frowned and shouted twice.

"The 219 regiment is disabled, Song Shaoshan ......" Wei Shanhe thought for a long time and whispered a more appropriate word: "I don't know where to go." ”

"Remnant...... Crippled? Zheng Long repeated dumbfoundedly, "Shaoshan...... Lose...... Missing? ”

"Hmm." Wei Shanhe said softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't take care of her. ”

"Goo-dong!"

Zheng Long swallowed his saliva and asked in a trembling voice, "Is it missing?" Still is...... Die...... He's dead? ”

"It was such a mess that day, everyone was broken up." Wei Shanhe said softly, "Shaoshan is so beautiful, it fell into the hands of the Japanese army......"

"Say no more! Stop it! Zheng Long directly interrupted the Weishan River, "Don't say it." ”

"I'm in a village in Hebei called Lijiazhuang." After Wei Shanhe said an address, he hung up the phone, he didn't know how to persuade Zheng Long.

"Plop!"

Zheng Long listened to the busy sound of the phone, sat on the ground, and wept indifferently.

"What's wrong?" Yao Glacier asked with concern.

"I'm Nyima! I'm Nyima! After Zheng Longleng for a while, he pounded frantically on the ground with his hand, and the whole person seemed to be nervous.

At this moment, Zheng Long felt infinitely aggrieved and infinitely remorseful, Zheng Long hated himself for coming to Shanghai, hated that he hadn't paid attention to Song Shaoshan for so long, and hated himself for refusing Song Shaoshan to come to Shanghai.

Since Zheng Long crossed over, Zheng Long has never lost his temper, and has always maintained the image of a god of war, the war is tragic, and he has not shed a single tear.

However, at this moment, until this moment, Zheng Long felt what it meant to be heartbreaking and heart-wrenching!

As soon as he thought of Song Shaoshan's death, or Song Shaoshan falling into the hands of the little devil and being ruined by the little devil, Zheng Long felt that his heart was torn apart a little bit.

"Ah!!h

After Zheng Long yelled, he took out a pistol from the system space and was about to pull the trigger on the head.

It was so uncomfortable that Zheng Long's mentality completely collapsed.

"Holy!" Yao Bing cursed, and pounced on Zheng Long's hand with a gun.

As soon as Wei Shanhe removed Zheng Long's hand, the gun went off.

"Kang!"

The gunshot rang out, and the bullet grazed Zheng Long's scalp and flew over, and streams of blood instantly flowed from Zheng Long's head.

"You're crazy!" Yao Bing Glacier pressed Zheng Long's arm and scolded incredulously, "Are you insane?" ”

"Stomp, stomp."

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps, and the guard company rushed in, looking at the scene on the ground, at a loss.

"What are you doing?" Yao Glacier roared, "Tie him up for me." ”

Hearing this, the people of the guard company hurriedly ran out to find a rope and prepared to tie up Zheng Long.

"Rubbish! I'm rubbish! Zheng Long was lying on the ground, with tears in his eyes, and kept muttering this sentence, no longer conscious of himself.

After a while, the people of the guard company tied Zheng Long from beginning to end with a rope and put him on Yao Bingbing's bed.

After all this was done, Yao Bing waved away the people of the guard company, lit a cigarette and sat on the bed and said to Zheng Long, "I don't know what happened to make you suffer such a big blow, but I know that in this world, there is no hurdle that you can't pass." ”

"You're still young, and it's hope to live."

After speaking, Yao Bing sighed, patted Zheng Long's shoulder and said, "Think about it, if you need help, just ask." ”

The words fell, and Yao Bing turned to leave.

Zheng Long lay on the bed, without a trace of reaction, except for tears, his mind went blank.

At the same time, Baoding, inside the prisoner of war camp.

Song Shaoshan curled up in a corner, looking nervous, and there were several little devils standing beside him,

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps, and the guard company rushed in, looking at the scene on the ground, at a loss.

"What are you doing?" Yao Glacier roared, "Tie him up for me." ”

Hearing this, the people of the guard company hurriedly ran out to find a rope and prepared to tie up Zheng Long.

"Rubbish! I'm rubbish! Zheng Long was lying on the ground, with tears in his eyes, and kept muttering this sentence, no longer conscious of himself.

After a while, the people of the guard company tied Zheng Long from beginning to end with a rope and put him on Yao Bingbing's bed.

After all this was done, Yao Bing waved away the people of the guard company, lit a cigarette and sat on the bed and said to Zheng Long, "I don't know what happened to make you suffer such a big blow, but I know that in this world, there is no hurdle that you can't pass." ”

At this moment, Zheng Long felt infinitely aggrieved and infinitely remorseful, Zheng Long hated himself for coming to Shanghai, hated that he hadn't paid attention to Song Shaoshan for so long, and hated himself for refusing Song Shaoshan to come to Shanghai.

"Wei Tuan, I'm Zheng Long." Zheng Long took the phone urgently, and said, "How are you?" Okay? I just heard on the phone that Baoding is lost? What about casualties? ”

After Zheng Long took the phone, he directly threw out a series of questions.

Silence, silence.

"Wei Tuan? Wei Tuan? Zheng Long waited for a moment without a response, then frowned and shouted twice.