"Okay, you don't have to talk nonsense, I'm not in the mood to talk to you about it; In a word, if you don't fight, if I don't fight, then the country will be finished.

I haven't read or read a few words, so maybe you can see what it means to say 'there are no eggs under the nest'.

Now that what I'm going to do is done, if you don't kill Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will go back. ”

After speaking, Hao Dabao stood up from the ground and was about to walk back.

Lin Guozhong, who had not spoken, suddenly stopped him at this time:

"Wait a minute!"

Hao Dabao slowly turned around and raised his eyebrows:

"Something? You don't need to be reminded to shoot, just shoot right here. ”

As he spoke, Hao Dabao pointed to his head, turned around and continued walking.

A few seconds later, Lin Guozhong's voice came from behind again:

"Go back and tell you the battalion commander that at nine o'clock in the evening, I will come to the front of the battle in person and negotiate with him."

Hao Dabao didn't look back, raised his uninjured hand and shook it behind his head to show that he knew.

After Hao Dabao walked out of twenty or thirty meters, Zhou Zuopeng came to Lin Guozhong's side and asked in a low voice:

"Just let him go? How do we go back? ”

Lin Guozhong glanced at Zhou Zuopeng with deep meaning, and asked with a smile:

"Old Zhou, you tell the truth, do you still plan to go back?"

Zhou Zuopeng was stunned and didn't speak for a long time.

Lin Guozhong smiled and reached out to pat Zhou Zuopeng's arm, sighed softly, and turned around and walked in the direction of the forward position.

Chengde.

A procession of about 400 people was moving quickly along the main road in the direction of Chaoyang.

Among the ranks were one jeep, three trucks, and a dozen wagons, all covered with tarpaulins, visible from their shapes, nine of which had bodies camouflaged with 75-millimeter mountain guns.

Three or two figures were lying on their stomachs in the grass on one side of the hillside, one of them holding a telescope to observe the team closely.

The skinny and withered Jia Ba sat in the jeep with a pair of sunglasses stuck on his face.

An hour earlier, he had been called to the office by Mr. Zhang; I thought I would be beaten again, but I didn't expect him to escort nine 75-mm mountain guns, ten mortars and some ammunition and materials to Chaoyang.

Before this, Zhang Haipeng had never put Jia Ba in charge of a similar task, and his role has always been that of a punching bag and a sycophant.

Before leaving Zhang Haipeng's office, Jia Ba glanced into the back room out of the corner of his eye and saw the pair of high heels that he had just bought for his wife from out of town a few days ago.

Jia Ba had known about this for a long time, and he didn't care.

However, Zhang Haipeng has always been very secretive, at least he didn't bring people to the office in broad daylight.

Although he felt a little awkward in his heart, Jia Ba still left Chengde with a battalion of puppet soldiers with a spring breeze on his face, and rushed to Chaoyang with those weapons, ammunition and other materials.

After Jia Ba left, Zhang Haipeng sat on the sofa and was stunned for a while before coming back to his senses.

During this time, he didn't know what was wrong with him, and he was thinking about that girl all the time.

Since he didn't want Jia Ba to bump into him, he simply took him away, and it would take at least a week to come back.

The battle did not go well, and the Japanese kept putting pressure on him, and Zhang Haipeng could only relieve the resentment in his heart in this way.

He knew that the team that claimed to be an independent battalion had run out of Jilin; The team was only 1,800 men when it left, but the Japanese were unable to wipe it out for a year or two.

Now in Rehe, that team has grown to four or five thousand people in a very short time.

Now the Japanese, in turn, are asking him to destroy that team in a short time, and fools know how difficult it is.

The 18th Division and the 39th Division were the two most elite divisions under Zhang Haipeng's command, but as soon as the battle began, the news that disappointed Zhang Haipeng was sent back again and again, and he inevitably felt dissatisfied in his heart, thinking that the Japanese were making things difficult for him.

When the Battle of Jiangqiao was fought against Ma Zhanshan, the Japanese originally promised Zhang Haipeng and a few others that they would be given a commander after the battle.

But I didn't expect the battle to go not very well, and in the end, it was the Japanese army who came to the field and won the battle.

However, the casualties of their team are not small, and the effect must be there; But in the end, the Japanese refused to fulfill all their promises on the grounds that Zhang Haipeng and his men failed to build the river bridge within the specified time.

Although he is now a high-ranking official and commander of the garrison in Rehe, the real power is still in the hands of the Japanese.

Even the large-scale cultivation of Y millet in Rehe was instigated behind the scenes by the head of the General Affairs Department, Torayoshi Nakano, a high-ranking official who was actually under the control of the Japanese.

Now that this battle is fought like this, even if the team can be completely annihilated in the end, the Japanese will not give any reward; But if he loses, he will have to carry this pot Zhang Haipeng.

He already knew the actions of Okamoto's brigade, one brigade was lost by more than half, and three infantry squadrons were wiped out.

If he really took the blame in the end, the responsibility for the death of more than 500 Japanese soldiers alone would be enough for him to drink a pot.

Liu Lang has not sent any news back for more than 24 hours, which makes Zhang Haipeng a little more worried.

He knows the personalities of Lin Guozhong and Zhou Zuopeng very well, these two have always been reluctant to serve the Japanese rice, and he has always coaxed and pressed to keep the mess.

Now that Liu Lang has no movement, Zhang Haipeng is naturally relieved.

In fact, part of the reason for sending Jia Ba over is because of this.

No one who can fully believe it is watching, and Zhang Haipeng can't sleep soundly.

At this time, on the mountain forty miles east of Chengde, Xu Zhi had just received news from the scouts that a team of about 400 people was approaching in this direction.

When Xu Zhi learned that there might be nine 75mm mountain cannons in that team, he excitedly smashed his fist on the trunk of the tree beside him, and said with a happy face:

"Oh yes! I haven't fed the mosquitoes for the past two days! If it's really nine cannons, we'll make a lot of money! ”

Song Wen's mood did not fluctuate significantly, and asked Xu Zhi calmly:

"You're going to stop that team? But don't forget, this is only forty miles from Chengde, and if the battle does not end in a short time, it will be difficult for us to leave as soon as the enemy reinforcements arrive. ”

Xu Zhi looked at Song Wen approvingly:

"Okay, my deputy company commander, now I can look at the problem from a tactical point of view."

Song Wen glanced at Xu Zhi angrily:

"You're still laughing? The battalion commander doesn't know what's going on yet! If something happens to us again, what will we do then? ”

Xu Zhi smiled confidently:

"Don't worry, I'm sure!"