Ford Bridge.

When night fell, the battlefield not far to the south was full of cannons, the fires were shining, and the excitement was extraordinary, but the area around the bridgehead, which was still the main battlefield during the day, became so lonely at this time, and the darkness of the night swallowed up the traces of killing that had not been erased, leaving only a few dim bonfires reflecting the black-clothed soldiers lying in twos and threes.

A convoy of empty trucks stopped at the bridgehead with their headlights on.

"Brothers in the Army, get in the car, I'm ordered to take you to the beach."

An officer with a broken voice poked his head out of the window and shouted enthusiastically.

The officers and men of the Secret Service Wing, who had just seemed to have merged with the earth, squirmed as lazily and clumsily as bears that had finished hibernation—not because of lack of sleep, but because they were about to leave here and leave the battle.

"This is going back?"

"It's really boring, I'm going to leave just a little bit of feeling."

"Has Pearl City been taken? At least let's hit a dozen Honolulu. ”

"I haven't killed it yet!"

"We are the representatives of the army here, how can we just let the navy monopolize the credit!"

Complaints like these were quickly swept away by a "gathering" of Liang Gensheng's team.

Liang Gensheng leaned on his back with a submachine gun, stood still in front of the three squadrons, which were less than half of the staff, and raised his head slightly: "In the past 24 hours, we have independently resisted the rotational attacks of thousands of the main force of the enemy's reserve force with three 80-strong spy squadrons, giving full play to the due strength of our elite troops and successfully completing the task. Now I give you a new and more difficult task, and I hope that you can resolutely complete it with a hundredfold willpower - whether you have confidence or not! ”

"Yes!" Many fighters suddenly became inexplicably excited.

"Get a good night's sleep and refresh yourself."

- Shiro was excited.

Liang Gensheng said "disband", waved his hand to urge his subordinates to get into the car, and turned around to greet the pilots: "Lieutenant Cai, and the two of you, the car is here, let's go together." ”

Qi Bing was a little reluctant, hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but turn to the man dressed as an American farmer who was leaning on the railing of the bridge and smoking, and shouted, "Lieutenant Zheng, how long are you going to stay here?" ”

Zheng An shook his mouth and threw the remaining half of the cigarette into the river.

"I'm going to report to the front military headquarters later, and we need guides like us for the next battle."

"Oh-then, see you again."

After Qi Bing finished speaking, he pulled the hanging hair around his ear, took Cai Guolan's hand and pulled it to the truck.

Suddenly, there was a rough shout from behind him of a migrant worker chopping sugarcane: "Hey, you're in a battle, right?" ”

Qi Bing touched his head and turned half of his face away: "So what?" ”

"No, we'll meet again."

This is the end of the farewell, this time it was Cai Guolan who dragged Qi Bing onto the truck, and the forgotten Xiao Lu followed pitifully.

Liang Gensheng was in the same car with three pilots, and there were several other wounded from the 11th Amphibious Infantry Brigade of the Marine Corps.

However, the wounded were obviously more interested in the two beautiful pilots, and they kept asking questions, and Liang Gensheng and Xiao Lu were completely airized almost in an instant.

The artillery fire from the south was getting more and more intense, and as soon as the convoy had crossed the bridge, a long column of infantry with no end in sight was coming to them, and it was hard work for them to get here on foot, fully armed—but the infantrymen, whose faces were pale by the headlights, kept looking at them with strange eyes.

"Look, our battle is over, and I really want to kill the Yankees more than you-" Liang Gen muttered as if he were demonic, and was pushed in a trance.

"Colonel, you're fine, are you?" Cai Guolan asked with concern with her bright eyes like mercury pills.

"I didn't ...... It's fine, maybe it's jet lag, yes, the jet lag hasn't been adjusted - what are you talking about? ”

"We're talking about football, and it's a coincidence that there are also fans of the Royal Yenching team here - does the colonel also watch football?"

"No—there's no time."

"It's a shame...... Except for flying, I like football the most, but although there are two first-class teams in Shanghai, they are not as temperamental and masculine as the players of the Royal Yanjing team, especially their current captain......

Football--Liang Gensheng struggled to recall his history of blood and tears, and the corruption of Chinese football in that time and space had already made him despair to the extreme, causing him to feel unusually numb to anything that connected China with football.

But here, in China, where there were no televisions in the 1910s, football became such an interesting thing, and even a woman who seemed to be a well-read and orthodox lady was so fanatically obsessed with the domestic league – was it just a coincidence that God could not predict?

"My cousin also likes football, but she's a fan of Nanyang Brothers, and if you want me to say, it's really unsatisfactory to use the name of the cigarette company as the name of the team - Ha Luha, I'm sorry, you are not interested in all this."

"No, actually...... I was also a fan of the Royal Yanjing team, but after I was promoted, I got busy and didn't ...... anymore."

Liang Gensheng secretly made up his mind, after he went back, he must mobilize all his connections and get all the information of the Royal Yanjing team - by the way, there is also the mailing address of the big-eyed female pilot in front of him......

West District of Pearl City.

Pan Guochen shrank his head from the cracks in the rubble, put down his binoculars, and patted the dust all over his body and walked towards the car.

"The bridge is hopeless, Major Fan, where is the nearest crossing point?"

Major Fan Wenrui, an intelligence officer of the Intelligence Department dressed as a white-collar worker in the United States, reclined beside the chariot, holding a cup of coffee from nowhere, and shrugged his shoulders in a standard American style: "The downstream of the bridge goes to the sea, and the upstream reaches three or four kilometers east of the Pearl Bridge, and ordinary chariots can't cross it, because the river bank is too steep, and the amphibious chariot can't climb up." ”

"I'm afraid?"

"If you tell me that the tank data is okay, this 'I'm afraid' can be removed."

"Three or four kilometers east of the Pearl Bridge, isn't it the No. 1 river crossing point of Lin Taiping's left-wing detachment? I don't want to go around behind the ass of the left detachment and add to the block—"

Pan Guochen crossed his waist and walked back and forth a few big steps, and suddenly clapped his hands: "Stupid, isn't this near the sea?" Major Fan, if you use an amphibious vehicle to bypass Pearl Harbor, is there a suitable landing site? ”

Fan Wenrui paused for a moment, nodded violently and said, "Yes, why didn't I expect that some of them are about two kilometers away from the outskirts of the Eastern District - probably, here!" ”

As he spoke, he lifted the kerosene lamp and shook it at the map spread out on the chariot's fenders, and slapped it down.

Pan Guochen rubbed his hands together and smiled excitedly, revealing his sharp canine teeth.

"Someone, spread the word that the battalion commanders are here for a meeting."