Fengtian.
In the brothel.
Recently, all the concubines and servants did not dare to breathe loudly. They all stared at their toes when they walked, afraid of making unnecessary sounds.
It couldn't be helped. The marshal seemed to have eaten an explosive bag and would flare up at the slightest spark.
Even the most favored Fifth Aunt, who grinded her teeth at night, was cured.
"Is the Middle East railway going to add a branch line?"
"Let me tell you, Big Tongue Wu, if the Russians continue to whine and whine, then you'll have to use a machine gun to sweep everything for me!”
"We don't have the land, but we have enough bullets!"
Zhang smashed the phone on the ground. He felt that it was not enough to vent his anger, so he stomped on it a few more times.
At this moment, his old friend Zhang Fuchen walked over quickly.
It wasn't even summer yet, but he was already sweating profusely, as if he had been fished out of the water.
Zhang Yuting's heart skipped a beat.
He secretly felt that things were not good.
In an instant, tears welled up in his heart, and his ear-piercing and cute cries spread throughout the brothel.
This caused all the concubines and Yu Fengzhi to rush to the Tiger Hall with pale faces.
"Marshal, Little Six has sent an urgent report!”
Zhang Yuting wailed.
"F * ck, I, Old Zhang, only have this little bit of heart. I already said not to go, not to go, but that little bastard insisted on going."
Old Zhang cried his heart out, making people feel sad.
But soon, he gritted his teeth and roared.
"Assistant minister, inform all the places in the east of the country that our Fengjun will immediately declare war on the Russians!”
"Other than the troops that need to stay behind, even the f * cking police have to take revenge with me!”
Zhang Fuchen staggered.
He thought that the marshal was really angry.
Otherwise, he, who had always been unmoved, would not have crazily declared war on Mao Xiong.
"Yuting, don't be anxious. My second nephew is fine. He even sent a secret message to us to take action immediately. If we are late, Old Duan and Old Feng will take advantage of it.”
" Oh my god, my poor son, you f * cked your mother to death!"
"Hmm? What did you say?"
Zhang Yuting's miserable cries stopped abruptly.
Fresh snot was still hanging from his beard.
"I say, not only is Xi Qing not in danger, he even won a great battle in Kulun.”
Zhang Yuting carefully considered every word.
However, his rationality told him that it was nonsense.
"Victory? Don't you know what kind of combat power the White Devils 'Far East Army has?”
"There are all kinds of planes, cannons, tanks, and vehicles. Moreover, there are ten to twenty thousand elites heading to Ulan Province. Even if Second Brother's troops are a reinforced brigade, how can they be their match in a head-on clash on the grasslands?”
Although he didn't believe it rationally.
However, Zhang Yuting's rationality made him hope that the news would not be false.
He asked this question because he did not want the hope that had just been ignited to be destroyed.
Just like back in Tianjin, he thought that his second brother had died in his old mouth.
"Are you outdated, Yuting?" Zhang Fuchen patted his old friend's shoulder.
"Do you think my second nephew's troops are like us old fogies? It's a combination of infantry cannons and armored blitzkrieg. Don't worry, the news is true.”
"Moreover, among those ten to twenty thousand soldiers from the Far East Army, there were even fewer of them who managed to escape than Tang Yulin.”
If Tang Yulin was here, he would definitely fight Zhang Fuchen to the death.
He hated it when people used his single-digit hair volume to talk about him.
At this moment, the concubines and Yu Fengzhi had just arrived at the Tiger Hall.
After knowing that Zhang Xueming was fine, they heaved a sigh of relief. Yu Fengzhi's legs went weak and he fell to the ground.
"Not dead? He even won? You want to wipe out the elites of the Far East?"
Zhang Yuting snatched the message, created a password book, and translated it again, afraid that the signalman would drink too much.
After careful examination, Zhang Yuting was finally convinced that his son was like a monkey who had pierced a big hole in the northern sky.
"What was that saying again?"
"The new waves of the Yangtze River push on the previous ones."
"Bullsh * t! Like father, like son!"
Zhang Yuting immediately felt that his waist was no longer hurting, and his legs were no longer sore. He could also carry Maxim and run.
After the wild joy, there was an extraordinary calmness and strategic vision.
"The second brother made a big hole in the widow's qipao, which attracted a pack of wolves. He's right. Send troops to Ulan Province immediately. We can't let Old Duan and Old Feng take advantage of us.”
"Although I don't like that poor place, my son won it, so I definitely can't let it go.”
"At the same time, tell Wu Junsheng that there's a dispute over the Middle East railway east of Ha City. Either it's transferred to my Fengjun or you'll be shot. That's right, I'm robbing you openly!”
.....
Cullen.
The battle only came to an end when Ma Xiufang's pursuing troops returned.
Mao Jun's corpses piled up like a mountain.
A fire would become the most fertile fertilizer for the grassland.
As for the scattered ones, there was no need to deal with them.
Other than grass, there were also wolves and vultures.
He would probably be eaten clean in his sleep.
"Old Ma, you're not bad. You chased me all the way to Lake Baikal. Aren't you afraid that you'll run out of fuel?”
In the camp outside Kulun, Zhang Xueming was eating Russian Leba caviar and drinking wine and vodka. He was very well-nourished.
"At that time, we didn't have the time to oil the tanks. Brigadier General, you said that we would wipe them out, so we couldn't take any chances. Fortunately, when we came back, there was oil in the destroyed Mao armored vehicles.”
Ma Xiufang was high-spirited.
This battle of tanks was really enjoyable.
Back then, even the Wolf Juxu's Huo Qubing had only reached this far, right?
Just this feat alone was enough to bring glory to the entire 8th regiment.
"Brigadier General, there's a team coming from the south to the north towards Kulun. They say it's a group of people from the inner customs. Our brothers saw that there wasn't any danger, so they let them go.”
Dai Xiansheng was slightly embarrassed.
The most taboo thing for a superior was for his subordinates to make decisions on their own.
"A consolation group? They were very well-informed. It probably wasn't easy for them to come all the way from the south, so he decided to meet them.”
Zhang Xueming didn't mind.
After the battle, he needed to think of a way to disperse the smell of blood on his body.
Half an hour later, Zhang Xueming was also shocked when he saw the consolation group.
There were all kinds of carriages, horses, and wheelbarrows, and there were quite a number of people. Most of them were young students of both genders. They looked travel-worn and probably had suffered a lot.
The leader of the group was Zhang Boling, the founder of Tianjin University.
After knowing that the young officer in front of him was the legendary Zhang Xueming, Zhang Boling excitedly went forward to shake hands.
"General! Your heroic deed is enough to shake the heavens and earth. All the descendants of the Yellow Emperor will definitely remember it. If our countrymen are as worried about the country and the people as the general is, and are not afraid of personal safety, how can our great China be like this!”
Being flattered the moment they met, even Zhang Xueming's face was a little hot.
After thinking about who this middle-aged fatty with thick glasses was, Zhang Xueming immediately became spirited.
Good heavens, it really didn't take much effort to get it.
The establishment of Guandong University could be put on the agenda.
"I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed. We're only doing our part as soldiers of Yan Huang. We can't be praised.”
Zhang Boling saw that the young general was humble and polite, and his impression of him was off the charts.
However, he did not forget his purpose for coming here.
"General, we know that in your eyes, scholars are useless, but what do these students and I want to do? Other than bringing condolences from people from all walks of life, we also want to live and die with the soldiers.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Boling felt that something was wrong with his anger. Zhang Xueming's gaze became even stranger.
This made him think that the soldiers really looked down on scholars.
Zhang Boling quickly explained," You don't have to take care of us. You don't have to give us guns, or you can have a saber. We just want to do something."”
However, the more he explained, the more unnatural the expressions of the surrounding officers became.
Especially Ma Xiufang. This simple-minded girl really couldn't hold back her laughter and let out a farting sound.
Little did he know that this smile had poked a hornet's nest.
Many students were furious and rolled up their sleeves, saying that they should die defending the country.
Zhang Xueming saw that the atmosphere was getting unbearable. If this continued, Ma Bufang would probably drown in the students 'spit.
"Ahem, Mister Zhang, it seems that I have misunderstood the purpose of your trip. In fact, the curtains of this war had already come to an end three days ago.”
"The Furry Bear Far East Army has been completely wiped out, and the last armored vehicle was destroyed by our pursuers at Lake Baikal. The enemies you want to fight have become fertilizer for the grasslands.”
"It's not that I don't want to shoot, but your bullets have nowhere to go.”
The students and Zhang Boling: "???”
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