IC65, December 25, night, Beijing suburbs, Beihuodaokou.

This is the junction of Lingwu Mountain and Yunxiu Valley, from the beginning of the Beijing Raids, Ling Tong's camp was installed at the entrance of this narrow valley road, and when the exchange of fire on both sides was fierce, the large army of the saints basically penetrated the war zone from this valley road and infiltrated the Baicaowa area.

The two days after the fighting subsided was a rare rest for the soldiers participating in the war, and a torment for the commanders.

Ling Tong was unwilling, Toren had not given him an explanation for the war so far, and Fanor had not mentioned that reckless plan, and now, Fanor was defeated and died, why should he bear the final bitter consequences!

He still had the strength to spare, and after many days of fierce attack, the battle losses of the Second Army were less than 2 percent, the two brigades of the mutinous Futu still had nearly 4,000 soldiers, the Saints suffered 3 percent of the battle losses, and there were nearly 5,000 forces at their disposal. Hu Er...... Hu Er's Third Army was originally only a five-five game on the banks of the Yalu River, and when he heard the news of Fanor's death, Ling Tong only hoped that he could retreat with his formation, as long as he retreated to Tsushima and defended it in danger, Lou Lubing and his first division of Futu would not be able to spare their hands and feet.

In Beijing, a key place, he still has an absolute advantage.

Huaxia's troops were originally less than him, but the losses these days will definitely not be a few points less than him, the same battle losses, different bases, put on Huaxia is nearly half, which has reached the limit of a force's resistance.

Just push harder...... As long as......

Ling Tong flipped the table over, furious.

This group of rats! The army wants to run, Maddie wants to run, Chu Fei and Deng Huilin, the two Futu rebels, are fighting all day long, but their eyes are full of life, where is there still the slightest desire to win!

Don't they see the way out of life?

Maori has enough people to kill Fanor, even if he retreats to the islands in the Pacific Ocean with more than 100,000 troops to hold on, can he withstand the overwhelming impact of a fourth-order with several third-order abilities?

There is only one way to survive, capture Beijing, annex Huaxia, take the vast continent as the depth, destroy all the magnetic track passages along the way, resist layer by layer, and fortify the ground, so as to prevent the unknown fourth-order decapitation and victory, and drag Maori into the quagmire.

Maori's real weakness lies in the background, once the war is protracted, it will not take a few years at all, maybe only a few months, her economy will go bankrupt, and then she will be unable to continue the war, so she can only take the initiative to sue for peace and end the war as soon as possible.

There was a tingling pain in the left shoulder, which was left over from the battle with Feng Rui a few days ago, but it was just a punch. Fourth-order martial artists were too difficult, Ling Tong gritted his teeth, he had to convince them that only by moving forward was he alive......

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In China, the troops were on the front line to strengthen the fortifications. During the rare period of recuperation, the original crude fortifications gradually developed some systems, which were relied upon by the weak against the strong, as Zhang Aijia had already proved on Guadalcanal.

None of the military commanders returned, and tension was waving in the hall of Jingcheng, and the meeting lasted for two days without any valuable results.

The reason for the controversy is simple. Maori beheaded Fanol and Li Dajiang, and Toruń's army was blockaded at Guadalcanal, and was about to win a complete victory. So, where should Huaxia go from here?

As a joke, the tide of battle turned overnight, and the political strife that had been suppressed resurfaced resurfaced.

Yuan Zezhi insisted on going to the war zone in person to persuade Deng Huilin, he believed that Deng Huilin was deceived by Chu Fei, and now was a good time to persuade him to turn back. Lin Qiaqing did not change his position on the main battle, but his representative proposed that Qingwei was in decline, and Zhao Rui should talk to the imprisoned Chu Jinsheng again, Chu Fei and the Chu family are both objects that can be fought for peacefully, and there are obvious signs of internal division. Some people at the meeting whimsically proposed that Ling Tong was also a member of the Huaxia clan, and there could have been more choices between the same clan.

Zhao Rui knew that they were not worried about whether Huaxia would be able to hold out until the victory of the war, but because they were worried that the ruling party would dominate after the victory, or to put it more bluntly, they were worried that Zhao Rui would take advantage of the opportunity of the big victory to embark on the road of dictatorship. Zhao Rui still doesn't have such an idea, but the question is, how to say it, they will believe it?

The quarrel continued, and Zhao Rui began to regret convening this expanded emergency meeting, there were too many people to speak, and everyone had their own position, even if his leader did not mean this, everyone could only change their ways.

Wang Xun was relaxed, he closed his eyes on one side, holding tea in both hands, Zhao Rui even thought he was asleep.

Two adjutants ran in one after another and ran straight to Wang Xun's side, Wang Xun's eyes opened, first startled, and then irrepressibly happy.

At this time, the report can only be military issues, Beijing is under martial law, and the only communication channel is in the hands of Wang Xun, which is the consistent domain of the Chinese premier, Zhao Rui and he are allies, and there is no possibility of objection.

"Gentlemen, it's time to be quiet." Wang Xun put down the teacup and bowed slightly towards Zhao Rui, which seemed to be good news.

"I just got two messages." Wang Xun said slowly, "First, the Third Army on the banks of the Yalu River was defeated, Hu Er was missing, General Lou beheaded Park Tianhui, and he was rushing to Beijing with the warrior troops of the First Division of Futu in the starry night. General An led the auxiliary troops and equipment brigade across the river to attack the enemy, Songyuan was safe, and the blockade of Beijing by the alliance had been aborted. ”

This is great news, just saying that Beijing's blockade has been lifted, and no matter whether it wins or loses, there is no danger of destroying the country.

"We should make this news public quickly, not only to prevent Maori from being exclusive to the United States, but also to further deal a blow to Ling Tong's desire to fight and eliminate the war as soon as possible!" I couldn't find anyone to speak for a while, but this passage obviously met the thoughts of most of the participants, and Zhao Rui saw that many people nodded.

"That's the second message I'm going to say. The battle on the front line was rekindled, Deng Huilin and Chu Fei broke into Yunxiu Valley, and their troops were very concentrated, and it seemed that they planned to take a straight line to set foot in the core area. ”

Yuan Zezhi's face was defeated, it seemed that Deng Huilin was not going to turn back, and the proposal to persuade the two to return became a complete joke.

"It seems that there is no need to continue the discussion." Lin Qiaqing cocked his beard, no one thought that once the main battle, the old man's will was firmer than anyone else, and in the past two days, he advocated attacking with all his troops and seeking a decisive battle, "Ling Tong stretched out his hand, we chopped his hands, Ling Tong raised his feet, we stomped his feet, if he had the courage to stick his head in, the old man personally cut off his head!" ”

Zhao Rui really had nothing to say about this old and angry young man, but the voice of the Lord and the Lord had been suppressed, Zhao Rui struck while the iron was hot and cleared his throat: "The Huaxia Republic has been established, and it is not appropriate to continue to use the political structure of the alliance period, I propose to restart the election after the war, and I will no longer run as a candidate, and this paragraph will be recorded in the meeting minutes." ”

This is a decisive blow, for a time in the venue continued to sound the voice of "seconding", Wang Xun has already left first, he has to mobilize supplies, withdraw the wounded, but also to re-check the situation of the people to take refuge, trapped beasts are still fighting, Beijing may usher in its first street battle.

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Qixian Ping is in the northeast of Yunxiu Valley, and the crutches stone cover together to block the portal to the second ladder, along the way the strange rocks are craggy, the strange peaks are abrupt, not high, but it is better than steep, the waterfall along the way is like the Milky Way hanging down, the stream is surging.

This is the last pass of the Yunxiu Valley defense line, Lu Rumu was paralyzed by the two-day truce, and he didn't notice for a while that he had been rushed to his feet with people by Deng Huilin.

At first glance, the viewer will always have the feeling of traveling through time and space. The sturdy man wore armor and was sharp, running in the mountain streams, waving his sword and shouting, carrying a gun and getting on a horse, and from time to time there were stumps and broken arms flying up, and there was no trace of fireworks.

Both sides are warriors, but also former comrades-in-arms, several battles, they have discarded the rifles and pistols they were issued, not even grenades, only their most trusted standard swords, put on very little neatly dressed heavy armor, and even the task of fire suppression is handed over to locust-like arrows.

This is the pride of a warrior.

Chu Fei was drunk, he was open-arms, his face was flushed, his eyes were blurred, and he walked on the mountain wall with staggering steps.

Ling Tong had already made it very clear that defeating Huaxia was the way to live, and dying Yunxiu in battle was just a wish to be fulfilled. Chu Fei no longer has the will to win, he just wants to end the curtain with dignity, it is really not good, and it is not bad to die bravely.

Deng Huilin was behind him, and the two of them were one in front of the other, not mixed in the middle of the floating slaughter that was fighting together, but put themselves in the most conspicuous position, which was an invitation to fight.

Turning over a mountain rock protruding from the cliff, I finally saw the couple, Lu Rumu and Su Qing were carrying swords on their backs, standing hand in hand in brocade robes, Qi Xianping and Zhu Shi stood behind them on the left and right, like a mountain gate, setting off the husband and wife like sword slaves guarding the mountain gate.

"Drink!" Chu Fei kicked the stone and leaped, rolled to the ground in the air, walked forward with his feet draped, walked with his body, cup-shaped in his hand, and handed out a fist towards Su Qing, even omitting the due greetings.

Martial arts cultivate their hearts, these are the words that Feng Rui always says.

Every time a martial artist surgery goes through a ghost gate, there is still no standardized process to improve the success rate, and many of these procedures are not even understood in Nanjing, which is recognized as the best technology.

However, the success rate of martial arts surgery is lower with each level of improvement, and correspondingly, the disability rate and mortality rate have skyrocketed. Therefore, for martial artists, cultivating their hearts is the key to further improving themselves, and it is also the only one that can control themselves.

Whether it is the rules of the genre, the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, meditation or the way of communication handed down from ancient times, the more high-level martial artists are reluctant to step on the thunder pool.

In the battle of equal strength, the pre-war greetings are a very important one, putting yourself on the commanding heights of morality, facing your own reasons for fighting, and fighting without declaring it, which shows that the faith of this warrior has collapsed, and furthermore, Chu Fei has been abolished.

Boom! Lu Rumu didn't move, Su Qing's long sword was unsheathed, his talent was stimulated, and the whole person accelerated like a fast forward, with a lunge, and the immortal showed the way.

The long sword flashed with cold light and stabbed towards the back of Chu Fei's hand.

Chu Fei's eyes were red, and under the stimulation of alcohol, the slender Su Qing seemed to have become Deng Huilin, and the person he wanted to kill the most was Deng Huilin!

Yesterday, Deng Huilin wrote a desperate letter to ask for battle, not only the people of the original Third Division, but even the Seventh Brigade under him also signed their names, and there were nearly 4,000 people in the two brigades and one regiment, but he was the only one who fell behind. Since then, Chu Fei knew that he had been abandoned by his own soldiers, that a martial artist could be ambitious, that he could betray his master, and that the only thing he shouldn't have was hesitation. And not only did he hesitate, but the result of his hesitation was still a killing of his siblings, and his performance had completely disappointed his fighters.

It was Deng Huilin who harmed it, it was Deng Huilin who harmed it!

Chu Feihu roared, his steps overlapped, facing Su Qing's sword, and fell over.

Stab! The long sword pierced through Chu Fei's body, but it didn't have the feeling of piercing the flesh!

"Fanshy!" Su Qing exclaimed, the sword was pushed like a grinding plate, little by little, like the wind turning sharply.

Burst! was punched hard in the lower abdomen, and Su Qing spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew out. Lu Rumu drew his sword and wanted to save it, but Deng Huilin was already standing in front of him.

"Lao Lu, it's better for you to accompany me."

"Turn your back on the enemy and kill your colleagues, I can't stand your old Lu."

"It's Deng who is evil, and it's Deng who is good friends with you, no matter if you live or die in the future, the previous friendship should not be erased, unless you can't do it."

"Shameless villain, what can't I do!" Lu Rumu was furious.

Deng Huilin shook his head in disappointment: "Your heart ...... It's messed up. ”

The strong wind blew in his face, Deng Huilin flew up and raised his knees, and crashed into it......