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The so-called more than ten thousand troops, boundless and shoreless.

Even if they were fleeing, the furry bear army was still a black mass, crazily rushing towards the Star Canyon.

This was the fastest route for Cullen to retreat north, or else he would have to take a detour of hundreds of kilometers.

At this moment, the Russians didn't want to take another step, let alone more than 100 kilometers.

With the lofty ideals of a dead Taoist priest and an immortal Taoist friend, countless Russian soldiers pushed each other and rushed into the Star Gorge.

It was estimated that the number of people killed by Feng Jun was not as many as the number of people they trampled to death.

In the long valley, people died at the hands of their own people every moment.

How tragic.

Finally, the fleeing soldiers at the front felt the light getting brighter and brighter, and they knew that they were about to escape.

After all, no matter how fierce the artillery fire of the Feng army was, they still needed a truck to drag them. It would take a lot of time to cross the Star Gorge.

If there was a pursuit, the casualties would be greatly reduced if they were close to light weapons.

This thought was not wrong.

However, there was one thing that they did not expect.

At the exit of the canyon.

It was not an endless freedom and new life.

Instead, it was a hard fortification made of cement and concrete!

There were also many heavy and light machine guns on it!

"Game over!"

The defeated soldiers in the front row completely gave up struggling at this moment.

He also swore that if there was a next life, he would never provoke Yan Huang.

"Fire!"

Dai Xiansheng personally controlled a heavy machine gun to fire wildly at the fortifications.

Playing the symphony of death.

Countless light and heavy machine guns fired.

In the narrow canyon, the scattered Russian soldiers fell like wheat being cut. They had no chance to escape.

Feng Jun didn't need to aim at all. All he could see were the White Devils.

Until the cooling fluid of the machine gun ran out, and they had to pee to water the hot barrel before they could continue shooting, they knew how bloody this ambush was.

On the cliffs on both sides, grenades were thrown everywhere.

The rifles lined up to shoot the white devils who had once flaunted their might.

With such a crazy killing spree, even if there were many soldiers, they were quickly exhausted in an extremely short period of time.

Looking down from above, the canyon was filled with the flames of grenade explosions.

The bullets fired by the machine gun formed a barrage of bullets.

As for the fleeing Russian soldiers, they were all like headless flies, covering their heads and fleeing like rats.

There was no room for resistance.

After much difficulty, the rear team turned into the front team and ran back the same way as they rushed to the entrance.

They finally understood what it meant to have no way out.

Ten tanks were lined up in battle formation.

The roaring engine spat out black smoke and rolled all the way to the entrance of the canyon, completely blocking the only way out.

"Brigadier! We don't have much ammunition left. Should we wait for Commander Jiang and his reinforcements to arrive before attacking?”

Zhang Xueming slapped the back of the driver's head.

"Is there donkey dung in your brain? In this situation, firing would be a waste of bullets.”

"Just one sentence, suppress it, and repeat it a few times.”

.....

At the border between Fengtian and Ulan.

Zhang Xiaoliu personally led five exploration teams.

Ever since Zhang Xueming entered the depths of the grasslands, there had been no news of him.

Whether it was the young ones or the old ones in the provincial capital, they were all restless.

"Still no news?" Zhang Xiaoliu patted the radio station, his eyes filled with anxiety.

The messenger was also helpless." Commander, there is still no response from the 8th regiment. I'm afraid Brigadier Zhang did not set up a radio station.”

"Continue calling until there is a response!”

Yang Yuting, who was leisurely drinking tea, couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaoliu was in a mess, he comforted him.

"Hanqing, there's no point in being anxious. You should know what the 8th regiment's equipment is like.”

"As long as we have enough fuel, we can travel thousands of miles a day. We are all on two legs, so we naturally can't catch up with Xi Qing.”

"Moreover, the banner he used doesn't represent the old marshal. He acted on his own without any control. With Xi Qing's temper, it's very likely that he won't contact you.”

In terms of his sharp eyes and thorough understanding of problems.

In the entire Guandong region, other than Old Zhang, there was only Yang Yuting.

With his superb intelligence analysis ability, he had become the Chief of Staff of the Feng Army at a young age. He was definitely not a useless vase.

Unfortunately, Zhang Xiaoliu, who was close to Guo Songling, had always been biased against Yang Yuting.

"But we can't keep being blind, right? The Furious Bears Far Eastern Army that was heading to Ulan Province were all elites. It was a large army of ten to twenty thousand people. What if something happened to Xi Qing?”

Zhang Xiaoliu was still worried.

Thinking of you, Yang Dayan, you can sit still.

The old marshal at home had said that if anything happened to Second Brother, he would directly declare war on the Russians.

Especially after Second Brother left, the broadcast to the whole world was so tragic.

Those who had nothing to do with it felt a great sense of sorrow after hearing it, as if a strong man had gone and would never return.

Moreover, the old man at home had heard it.

He directly smashed the radio with his ax and shouted to bring Second Brother back.

Zhang Xiaoliu knew very well that if something really happened, his father would really go crazy.

It was not just because of his son, but the entire Feng Jun knew that Zhang Xueming was too important to Feng Jun.

"Commander! There was a response. It was the 8th Brigade's encrypted code!”

The signalman shouted and almost sent Zhang Xiaoliu away.

The intelligence communication of the radio station was mainly divided into two parts. One was the transmission part composed of various types of radio stations, and the other was the encryption part composed of a password machine and a password book.

In terms of transmission, each country was similar. It was mainly divided into three types of radio stations: short-wave, medium-wave, and long-wave.

Under normal circumstances, they would use the normal Morse code as the benchmark for interpretation.

However, the 8th Brigade was using Morse code as the foundation, a more complicated code developed by the Feng army.

It meant-urgent!

It was because of this that Zhang Xiaoliu felt the world spinning. He was certain that his brother was either gone or on the road to death.

"Inform the commander that the 8th regiment is in a critical situation. Our troops will immediately go to the rescue according to the original plan. Please continue to send in the follow-up troops and send heavy troops at the border with Mao Xiong.”

Zhang Xiaoliu was in tears.

There were three siblings with the same father and mother.

When his elder sister, Zhang Shoufang, got married, it was like water that had been poured out.

Only Zhang Xiaoliu, who was closest to his brother Zhang Xueming, thought of the new weapon first.

Under extreme danger, how could he not be sad?

However, when Yang Yuting saw that Zhang Xiaoliu was about to inform the old marshal that he was ready to start a war with Mao Xiong, he spat out a mouthful of tea.

"Hanqing, calm down. It's still too early to inform Fengtian.”

Zhang Xiaoliu had always been biased against Yang Yuting.

Seeing that he was still playing dumb at this juncture, she was immediately unhappy.

"Cut the crap! Men, gather everyone who has Lun Tai with them and immediately assist the 8th Brigade!”

Yang Yuting was helpless. He took the message that he had just translated and slapped it on Zhang Xiaoliu's chest.

He was not angry, but he felt a little emotional.

If the Zhang brothers continued to support each other like this, it would be a great fortune for the army.

He was afraid that there would be a rift between the brothers in the future.

"Han Qing, read the message first.”

"Xi Qing swept away the fallen leaves in Kulun, the armored battalion heavily damaged nearly a hundred armored vehicles and tanks of the enemy, and the rest of the troops chased after the Russians to beat them up.”

"The purpose of sending this message is to ask the Feng army to send follow-up troops to Ulan Province as soon as possible. Otherwise, if Old Duan and Old Feng in Beijing find out, they will definitely come back to pick peaches.”

Not only Zhang Xiaoliu.

Other than Yang Yuting, everyone in the command center was filled with question marks.

A small armored battalion defeating the Russian armored regiment?

He even wiped out the Far East Army in Star Gorge?

What a joke!

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