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Anyway, also driven by a strong revenge mentality, Long Jiahe completed the task assigned to him by the division commander, but did not stop there. As a division commander's guard, the opportunity to rush to the front line of the fight is already pitiful, and today, it is finally possible to have such an occasion to show his strength, if he does not make full use of it, then how can he get it.

There was no effort to replenish the bullets in the chamber of the gun, and he didn't want to waste a little time to pour any bullets, Long Jiahe was like a red-eyed leopard pounced into a group of hungry wolves, the hard and sharp saber in his hand with a whistling, raising snowflakes around his body, and in no moment, his body was almost soaked with dirty blood from the "hungry wolves".

At this time, he lost the yellow turban and pure gold ornament that symbolized power and dignity on his head, and was dressed like an ordinary Hui Yong, surrounded by his "Yulin Army" Ren Wu, who was like a chicken in the soup, and his whole body was also soaked, but it was not blood, but stinky sweat with a bloody smell. He held his hands in his hands, the mouth has been carried in his hands, after being decorated by the most famous jewelry master in Ningxia Mansion City, the extremely exquisite, once made him love it, even sleep can't hate to hold it in his arms to feel at ease, I don't know when it was lost in the chaos of the army.

Maybe it was the fear of dying from the heart, or maybe it was the sweat that kept pouring out of his body, making him feel like he was prostrating, and his body was shaking and spasming. Under the bright moonlight, his face, which had been blackened, now looked as white as a dead man, and his cheeks, which were always bulging in the past, had already been deflated, and the two thick lips were nervously opening and closing. There is no arrogance in the face of Zhang Suimou at the beginning, and there is no heroic spirit that once pretended to be in front of Ma Deyuan, Sun Yubao, Yu Yanlu, Niu Erhe and others to fight with "the Han people to the end", and the rest is just a muddy voice that no one knows what it is coming out of his throat.

Ren Wu clearly heard that on the surrounding high ground, the sound of the Red Army's horn, which had been blowing for more than two hours, was not only not weakened in the slightest, but was becoming more and more excited, getting closer and closer, and seemed to be ringing in his ears, piercing his eardrums to swell and hurt.

It's over, until now, Ren Wu seems to have suddenly understood that he and his own kind are not the opponents of the Han people he hates at all. One by one, Hui Yong is like wheat straw that can't withstand the wind, and under the knife of the Taiping Red Army, they have become headless ghosts, or "ruins and broken walls", and the desperate and tragic cry in the struggle makes anyone tremble involuntarily.

"Forget it, surrender, for the sake of ......" Ren Wu's legs were weak, if it weren't for the constant support of a few henchmen, he would have sat on the ground immediately. He raised his head, looked at the bright moon in the night sky, and sighed sadly, O Allah, shouldn't the whiteness belong only to our Hui people? When he thought of this, he couldn't help but shed two more lines of dirty tears in his eyes.

Ren Wu's words were somehow heard clearly by several henchmen and guards around him, but they only heard three words clearly, "surrender", as for the "for the sake of ......" in the back, no one heard it, maybe no one was willing to listen to it.

Rushing all the way to kill, how many Wei Jiaojun Hui Yong Long Jiahe cut down, even he didn't remember clearly, he only knew that his throat was already roaring hot and hoarse, but the anger in his chest was still churning upward. With the wails of the Hui Yong in front of him, the saber slashed at Hui Yong's neck, and the unique sound and feeling made by piercing into the ** of the Hui Yong, along the knife body through the iron tong-like hand, straight into his heart, and then rushed to his brain, stirring up his infinite excitement and comfort.

"Uncle Red Army, don't cut it, he is our commander."

"It's really *** interesting, I was killing on the head of Xing, and suddenly Hulala knelt in front of you A lot of people, do you say that you are not Xing?" When Long Jiahe mentioned the incident of capturing Ren Wu at the beginning, there was a trace of astonishment in his big eyes, "Fortunately, I haven't killed my head yet, and I really heard a guy's loud plea." ”

"I forcibly put away the knife that had been cut down, 'Dashuai? What*** hanging hairy handsome? Isn't it Ren Wu? I looked at the only man in front of me, who was still standing, but had been so frightened that his face was shaking, and I couldn't stop trembling, and I slapped him in the face with the back of the knife. When I heard about the confirmation of the kneeling guys again, I suddenly got goosebumps on my body. God, it's really fortunate, if it weren't for our high sword skills, one Ren Wu would only become two Ren Wu, and the life Ren Wu that Mr. Qin wanted had to go to Lord Yama to ask for it. As long as he said this, Long Jiahe would blink his big eyes very seriously, and then stretch his neck proudly and laugh.

Ren Wu's army was completely wiped out.

The noisy battlefield finally returned to peace, but this so-called calm only lacked the original long-lasting horns, gunshots and explosions, the roar of the fighting, and the only thing left was the wailing of the wounded soldiers scattered everywhere. Of course, there are also the silent tears of the brave Red Army soldiers of the Celestial Empire who hurried to clean up the battlefield and faced the dead brothers.

Liu Changlin received a "big gift" from Long Jiahe, which was the rebel giant Ren Wu who stomped his feet and swore that if he was not captured alive, he would die without turning a blind eye. However, he was also not happy, because his two top companies, the loyal and brave soldiers of one in two hundred miles, lost most of them, and he also saw his partner, Tian Silang's heroic spirit......

It's like a businessman who is not very shrewd, he has been busy for most of his life, and until he really sits down and carefully calculates the income and expenditure of most of his life, he doesn't know whether he is losing money or making money in this business, and a big war has finally come to an end, but Li Hongzao has not been relaxed at all, let alone happy, and now, he feels his heavy mistake.

In front of him, not only were countless wounded people being transported down, but also the bodies of a large number of donated soldiers were being collected and waiting to be cremated. Just a rough statistics, what he learned was that the casualties of the third-level commanders of the battalions, companies, and platoons were about sixty percent, and on the stretchers for transporting the wounded, there were six regiment commanders of the nine regiments he participated in, including Meng Wenyue, the commander of his first main regiment. And in the middle of the donors, there were also his other two regimental commanders. Alas! The first two battles were fought so well, but in this last battle, excessive greed made his Red Nineteenth Army half-disabled, and the price was too great. And this heavy price is precisely because of the result of his own obstinacy.

As the commander of the battlefield, Li Hongzao began to fulfill his last duty while suffering from inner torment. According to the actual situation, if there is no sufficient reorganization, and only by virtue of a short period of rest, the Red 19th Army no longer has the ability to continue to participate in the heavy battle deployed by the counterinsurgency command on the southern front. On the one hand, he reported in detail the battle situation, and on the other hand, in view of the actual situation at the moment, he reported that in accordance with the requirements of the Southern Front Counterinsurgency Command, he temporarily changed the Red Eighteenth Army to enter Huining City, and immediately moved west after a little rest, as a reserve for the stabilization battle, and the task of dealing with the aftermath of the battle undertaken by the Red Eighteenth Army was transferred to the next by his own Red Nineteenth Army.

After carefully counting and transferring the remains of the wounded and donated Red Army officers and soldiers from all units participating in the war, under the supervision of the officers and men of the Red Nineteenth Army, they were escorted from various places one after another at the original site of the battlefield, together with the more than 10,000 prisoners of the Wuwei Sect on the battlefield in front of them, and were strung into a string like grasshoppers by thick ropes.

Sun Yubao and Yu Yanlu were also among the prisoners of war who were working profusely, putting down the noble shelves that they had only enjoyed for a few months, and working extremely hard, as if they were trying to figure out the sweat rolling down to wash away the sins on their bodies.

Li Hongzao sat on the top of the mountain with a gloomy expression, smoking a paper cigarette silently.

In the valley behind him, there was a temporary crematorium that burned half the sky, and he didn't dare to look at it. He always felt that those sparks that flashed in the firelight from time to time were like the eyes of a pair of soldiers who died bravely on the battlefield, cutting at his heart like a sharp blade. Of course, he didn't have the leisure to look at the "construction site" under his nose.

With the flickering light of the cigarette butt in his hand, his heart twitched.

"What are you digging such a big hole for?"

Behind him, a few guards muttered quietly.

Li Hongzao's eyes blinked, yes, what are you digging such a big hole for? In fact, he didn't know that there was an order sent by the counterinsurgency headquarters on the southern front of digging a pit, and as for what to do, the order only said that he had to wait for further notice.

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