On the battlefield, the smoke of gunpowder was filled, and the sound of killing shook the sky, and at this moment, the Japanese soldiers were like stone men, without fear, without life, and showed the Northeast Army what it means to charge in a group as a teacher. The soldiers in the front row fell, their heads knocked off, and the soldiers in the back row picked up their helmets that could still be used, held rifles that were no longer bullets, and charged forward with a frenzied howl.

The soldiers condensed into a tide of flesh and blood, and used manpower to show the majesty that only nature can have, as if destroying the withering and decaying, the battlefield has reached the most critical moment, due to Zhang Xueliang's layout mistakes on the battlefield, he lost not only an artillery regiment, but also led to the complete collapse of the front line.

Because the soldiers of the Northeast Army were well-equipped, the Northeast Army's will to fight was relatively weak for a long time, especially the Kwantung Army, which saw that it was not going to die, which was a huge pressure on the Northeast Army.

The fall of the artillery regiment was definitely a huge blow to Zhang Xueliang, the first word that appeared in his mind at this moment was to escape, before he came, he found a way with the soldiers of White Russia, they would enter Soviet Russia, and then take a boat in Vladivostok and escape to Nanjing, this is the choice he will face in the near future.

"Young marshal, let's retreat quickly, we Soviets and the Japanese have fought each other, we are not the opponents of the Japanese, although General Liu Yuan of Huaxia is excellent, but it is also difficult to sleep when encountering Waterloo, if you don't retreat now, I'm afraid you will suffer the same fate as your soldiers." The White Russians persuaded Zhang Xueliang on the sidelines.

Zhang Xueliang looked at his staff group silently, he followed Liu Yuan's example and established his own staff group, fortunately, after his father's limit, as a team.

"Young marshal, if we fight to the death, we may still have the possibility of victory, but if we retreat, then the three eastern provinces will all be lost, and at the same time, Japan will carry the prestige of a great victory, take the entire territory of Northeast China, and even occupy North China. Yu Xuezhong looked at Zhang Xueliang anxiously, how to choose at this moment is really related to the fortunes of the country.

"Yu Xuezhong, don't talk nonsense, the front line has completely collapsed, if the young marshal does not retreat, it is a sure thing to die in battle, the young marshal dies in battle, then who will take over the big marshal's class, without the young marshal, then who will come to save our three eastern provinces, you are going to fall into the three northeastern provinces and a place of no return." Zhang Xueliang's staff officer pointed at Yu Xuezhong and scolded, he was already timid at this moment, he only hoped that Zhang Xueliang could take him with him when he left.

Zhang Xueliang is very conflicted in his heart at the moment, let him die and live, he really doesn't have that courage, he is noble, and he doesn't need to use his life to win anything like Liu Yuan in the sea of swords and fires. He was born a young marshal, and this dispatch of troops was also an action of the Japanese, and almost every step fell into the prediction of the General Staff.

From beginning to end, it was his own side that did not allow the Japanese to gain a strategic advantage, especially Liu Yuan's active support, which made Zhang Xueliang even more convinced that as long as he led his troops to the front line at this moment, the Northeast Army could achieve victory.

But he was wrong, he was wrong, he wasn't even prepared for what to do if he failed, he even remembered Miss Zhao Si.

Just when everyone was extremely flustered and didn't know how to choose, an extremely heroic assembly call remembered that in every place of the Northern Front Corps, there would be a strange figure of a trumpeter, and they blew the trumpet in the rain of bullets.

Countless soldiers took out a red silk scarf from their pockets and tied it around their necks, and gathered at an artillery staff officer, led by an officer.

The staff officer was very young, he looked to be in his twenties, but he had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a burly figure, and a dogskin hat on his head, which made all the soldiers of the Northeast Army not feel the slightest resistance.

"Staff Officer Yang Jingyu, you have violated the discipline of the organization, and I have already reported the situation report to the headquarters and asked the headquarters to deal with it." An officer from the Ministry of Internal Affairs looked at Yang Jingyu like a log, his face extremely calm. The officers of the Ministry of Internal Affairs only have absolute loyalty to Liu Yuan, and they take life and death more easily than anything else.

"Lao Tzu is about to die, please call my real name, Lao Tzu's name is Marchand, for what you say to the headquarters, Lao Tzu doesn't care, Lao Tzu just can't watch these hundreds of thousands of elites die here, they are also Chinese." Yang Jingyu scolded the wood fiercely, and began to arrange the combat mission.

"You are really a real man as the commander-in-chief said, your investigation is over, and you will be responsible for the organization's development in the Northeast, but the headquarters has worked hard to plan the strength of the Northeast Army, but you have been ruined, there is always someone to take responsibility, you are more useful than me, let me carry this burden." After saying that, the officers of the Ministry of Internal Affairs stood up and shouted at the officers who came from all over the country.

"Zhang Xueliang's ignorance and incompetence led to the collapse of the battlefield, and now the battlefield defense is taken over by the soldiers of the Northeast Region of our Powerful Power Elite Alliance, we will be your first commander-in-chief, introduce, the commander of the major general of the contemptible National Revolutionary Army, Pan Xingguang." Pan Xingguang looked at Yang Jingyu proudly, pouted and looked at Yang Jingyu's lieutenant colonel brochure, and replaced his southwest department brochure, and for a while he became the person with the highest rank on the front line.

"Pan Xingguang, you are shameless." Yang Jingyu scolded Pan Xingguang, but the gap between himself and others was too big, and the major general was definitely an existence that he needed to look up to, especially the name Pan Xingguang, because the battle of Dabie Mountain had long been famous all over the world, and it was a great skill to be able to kill from the encirclement of hundreds of thousands of troops. Therefore, the progressive soldiers developed from the Northeast Army were obviously very convinced of Pan Xingguang.

"Young marshal, the position is stabilized, stabilized." The guards hurried into Zhang Xueliang's headquarters, and Zhang Xueliang stammered for a long time without saying anything.

"Tell me what's going on." Yu Xuezhong looked at the guards excitedly, he didn't know that the division commander or regiment commander on the front line of the road had the ability to repel the Japanese attack, this must be promoted to the top level, this is a tiger general.

"It was a major general named Pan Xingguang, he led a group of soldiers wearing red scarves and the Japanese elite troops engaged in a fierce white-knuckle battle, at the same time a major named Yang Jingyu led a group of scouts around the enemy's flank, in the process of fighting bayonets, carried out a surprise attack, repelled the enemy's attack, the front line has been stabilized, and advanced forward for more than 500 meters, but I don't know what Lu Dao is for We can't contact the front line, the news is sent by the signal soldiers." The guard said with a smile on his face, it is really a very happy thing to be able to survive if someone wanders from death once.

As soon as the guard's words were finished, he found that Zhang Xueliang and his staff officers had very ugly faces, Zhang Xueliang pulled out the command knife in his hand, slashed it on the table, and the teacup shattered to the ground with a bang.

Yu Xuezhong didn't know why Zhang Xueliang was so angry, and he unconsciously asked, "Who is Pan Xingguang?" Who is Yang Jingyu? I haven't heard of anything. ”

Zhang Xueliang glanced at Yu Xuezhong fiercely, "Telegraph to the commanders of all units to attack on all fronts."