"F * ck, are my soldiers made of mud?”
"It's only been a few days. In less than 10 days, it's someone else beating me up again.”
"Can't you give our Old Zhang some face and beat him up!”
Zhang Zuolin took out his gun and slammed it on the table.
The faces of the higher-ups of the Feng army were extremely gloomy. It was as if they could squeeze water out with just a little strength.
The original plan of the military headquarters was to gather superior troops and march straight into Yanjing.
However, Scholar Wu's army was too tenacious. Faced with such a high-intensity attack and harassment from the Feng army, they simply refused to come out.
He didn't expect that at the critical moment, he still had a great killing weapon.
One after another, the changes disrupted the plans of the military headquarters.
"The only way out is to quickly withdraw our troops and return to the pass!”
The moment these words were said, all the higher-ups present were shocked. At this critical juncture, who would dare to touch the marshal's bad luck?
Yang Yuting said.
"Those who do not plan for the overall situation are not enough to plan for a region. General, this time, the Fengjun army has indeed lost!”
As soon as Yang Yuting finished speaking, Zhang Zuolin collapsed on the chair.
"Forget it, just draft the message according to Yuting's wishes and let the Mighty Suppression Army go home!”
Inside Feng Pants 'mansion in Yanjing.
At this moment, Marshal Feng Pants 'manor was unusually quiet.
The sound of hurried footsteps broke the silence.
"Commander Feng, there's a report from the front line. Commander Zhang Laifu's tanks have already scattered the Feng army's position.”
Seeing his trusted aide running over in a panic, Feng Pants continued to savor the freshly brewed tea.
"What's the rush? We're still Cao Kun's subordinates. We should be happy that the direct troops have won the battle.”
"Commander Feng, but…"
Feng Pants waved his hand calmly and interrupted his confidant.
"Next, go find the commander of the Yanjing Garrison, Sun Yue, and tell him not to act rashly.”
"Yes, Commander Feng. I'll go and convey the message immediately.”
Putting down the teacup, Feng Pants slowly walked out of the room. Looking at the dark clouds in the sky, he muttered to himself,
"The sky of Yan Capital should change!”
At this moment, Zhang Xueming, the logistics commander, looked at the rows of ammunition that were about to arrive at the station and the retreating Feng army.
The retreating soldiers did not have many injured people. On the contrary, the healthy soldiers had unfocused eyes.
Such an abnormal phenomenon made Zhang Xueming's heart tighten.
Logically speaking, Feng Jun, who had been equipped with German weapons, would definitely be stronger than Feng Jun in the previous world.
Thinking of this, he immediately went forward and pulled a soldier of the Feng army and questioned loudly,
"You are from the army. Who ordered you to retreat to the rear line of defense?”
When the soldier saw the brigadier asking him, he saluted casually and said casually,"Sir, I'm from the Mighty Suppression Army's First Army. The commander has run away, so why are we still fighting?”
After Zhang Xueming heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned on the spot.
In the previous world line, the result of the second Battle of Zhi Feng, because of Scholar Feng's betrayal, the Feng army defeated Scholar Wu.
Zhang Xueming grabbed the collar of one of the regiment commanders and questioned loudly,
"Where's Feng Pants? Feng Pants didn't betray us?"
The colonel-level regiment commander looked at the officer in front of him and couldn't help but smile.
"Haha, I met another lunatic!”
Under such a high-intensity battle between the Feng army and the direct troops, many officers seemed to have lost their minds.
Therefore, in the eyes of the regiment commander, Zhang Xueming was like an officer with this disease.
"Sir, Feng Pants is the commander of the direct army. How could he betray us?”
After he finished speaking, he sneered and broke free from Zhang Xueming's grasp. He then walked away by himself.
At this moment, Zhang Xueming seemed to have lost his soul and stood quietly on the spot.
If the Fengjun army was defeated, then Zhang Zuolin would most likely become a second-rate or even third-rate warlord in Hua Nation. Then, the calamity of Hua Nation would still come as scheduled, or even ahead of schedule.
He had brought the system back to this world line, and it would be laughable if he spent his entire life in a daze.
In his line of sight, the sky was filled with artillery fire again, just like in the dream.
Women, children, old and young were begging by the roadside. No one passed by to lend a helping hand because they were all clay bodhisattvas who could not even protect themselves.
Wild dogs could be seen everywhere on the roadside, searching for corpses and preserved fruits.
The entire world had turned into a living hell. All the scenes had turned gray, and the ground was covered with corpses.
The plague was rampant, and wails were everywhere. There were long migration teams, and it was unknown whether they were refugees or deserters.
Robbery, theft, robbery, burning, killing, and beatings were commonplace.
They walked forward aimlessly. They did not know where the road was, but they knew that if they stopped, the God of Death would catch up and take their lives.
In an instant, the gray scene was dyed red. Everything in sight was the same color as blood.
This was a battlefield. After firing the last bullet, the Hua Country soldier looked helplessly at his teammates.
It was another silent scene!
The Hua Country soldiers, who had run out of ammunition and food, drew their sabers and charged at the ferocious Japanese.
The Japanese soldier's 38-foot big cover shot a glance and directly threw the Hua soldier's big knife to the ground.
The bayonet pierced into the chest of the Hua Country soldier. Blood gushed out, and the entire scene became even more blood-red.
Zhang Xueming could clearly see the mocking faces of the Japanese and the indignant faces of the Hua soldiers when they died.
Countless memories that had been sealed in the hearts of the Hua Nation's soldiers and civilians surfaced in Zhang Xueming's mind.
It was played over and over again, over and over again!
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