"Give you another chance."
"Ishii-kun."
"If it fails again this time, I don't want to hear anything else from you."
"Don't come in front of me to perform any rituals of seppuku."
"Seppuku...that is the honor of a samurai."
"If you lose again, you are no longer qualified to be an imperial warrior. Please give yourself a shot."
The Japanese special envoy Miyata Masao said coldly.
With such a nonsense, he really didn't bother to say anything anymore.
It's so stupid that it actually doesn't make much sense.
After tossing and turning, are you still looking like this?
If you don’t give out some ruthless information, I’m afraid I still don’t have any clue in my heart.
It has to be suppressed in place to make it fearful, that's all.
Xie Cheng under the flames of war did not look beautiful.
Smoke was everywhere.
The smoke of fireworks in the air was inexplicably nauseating.
The restlessness deep inside my heart gathered together, gradually making me lose the desire to make progress.
after all.
Destroy everything and completely cover up the passion.
In the end, there was only endless sighing.
…
On the tower of Xie City.
Temporary headquarters.
"Two divisions ran on the west side?"
"The 58th Division on the south side also ran away?"
"Scum!"
"Scum!"
"With three divisions running away at once, our already weak strength has been reduced by almost one-tenth."
"Why!"
"I'm depreesed!"
"How do I explain this to the chief?"
"Sir entrusted you with your trust in me...Is this how I repay you, sir?"
"shameful!"
"shameful!"
The gesture of gnashing teeth is vividly displayed.
The middle-aged man, Mr. He, closed his eyes in pain. At this moment, he only felt that he was in danger, but he didn't know where to start.
The sadness in my heart gathered in my heart, and a mouthful of reverse blood stuck in my heart...
He almost passed away.
"Commander...Commander He..."
"You must not fall down!"
"You are our backbone..."
"If something happens to you again, we...we will have no hope at all."
"At least...at least the 181st Division on the eastern battlefield is doing very well and has been holding on for almost a day and a night."
"Repelled more than a dozen Japanese attacks."
"The Japanese suffered thousands of casualties, and the Japanese suffered nearly 10,000 casualties..."
"Please rest assured, Commander! The situation will get better and better."
The adjutant on the side saw the dejected look on the middle-aged man, Mr. He, and quickly comforted him.
The subordinates like them can make a few complaints, or even give up and lead a brigade and a division directly to break out of the battlefield. Although this affects the mentality, in terms of the overall situation, it will not cause any collapse-type results.
But if Commander He ran away, the entire situation in Xie City would completely collapse.
Now the hundreds of thousands of troops in Xie City can barely breathe a sigh of relief.
That's because Commander He is still here.
Most of these officers had fought with Commander He and were relatively familiar with each other.
Therefore, everyone still relatively recognized Commander He's ability.
In addition, it is our responsibility to fight the Japanese, so there is nothing to shirk.
Therefore, the hundreds of thousands of Central Army troops in Xiecheng could still barely gather together to support themselves.
It can be said that the current middle-aged man, Mr. He, has become the core of the overall situation.
If Commander He dies and collapses, then many things that follow... will... completely collapse.
That scene...
Can't think.
"181st Division..."
"That's Zhou Ren's army."
"Why……"
"It's so embarrassing!"
"On weekdays, they receive the minimum military pay and weapon rations."
"The recruitment of soldiers is almost zero..."
"Wuchuan...can't form an army..."
"At the critical moment, they used their iron-blooded bodies to forge a steel defense line!"
"And what about the direct troops that we spent countless money and energy training?"
"On weekdays, he looks well-armed, full of energy, and full of fighting power."
"But when the critical moment comes, it will be completely...completely..."
"Ah……"
A sneer followed.
At this moment, he shook his head.
Followed by a sigh.
Soon everything fell silent.
When everything is silent, there is no need to talk about anything.
All of this has become a piece of fiction... fiction...
"go!"
"Send five thousand spears, one hundred machine guns, thirty mortars, and eighty boxes of grenades to the 181st Division!"
"There are enough bullets!"
"On such a battlefield, only iron-blooded divisions like the 181st Division are our hope!"
"Relying on those guys who only know how to show off their skills is really ridiculous!"
A cold shout followed, and the gnashing of teeth was fully revealed. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch violently, and his eyes turned blood red little by little.
Mentality and so on, it is walking towards the edge of collapse.
Mr. He, a middle-aged man, needs to catch a typical example at this moment.
Use this example as a propaganda point.
This way you can better demonstrate your attitude.
This must not be messed up.
"Uh... this... cough..."
The adjutant opened his mouth, looking a bit wrong.
"What's wrong?"
"Can't bear to part with you?"
"I'm not feeling distressed yet! Are you feeling distressed for me?"
"Go and convey my military orders!"
"Tell the generals outside that I don't have an army for free!"
"If you want weapons and equipment, show some real skills."
"Otherwise, it doesn't matter whether you are a direct descendant or a disciple of the emperor. It won't work with me!"
"If anyone is envious that the 181st Division can get so many weapons, then he should be like the 181th Division, standing on the outermost front, resisting the Japanese's fierce attacks more than ten times, and still holding the front! Never let the Japanese take a step beyond their control!"
"If any army can do this, I will personally send them weapons and equipment!"
The middle-aged man, Mr. He, took a deep breath and then spoke loudly and forcefully.
These are all words from the bottom of my heart.
The words are spot on.
His eyes were determined.
The thoughts in my heart are spreading to the periphery little by little.
immediately……
Devour all.
The moment the consciousness is set, it seems that it wants to... merge everything.
What is needed is this efficiency and attitude.
Decisive.
absolute sincerity!
"Sir, it's not...it's not that I can't bear it..."
"Those weapons and equipment are given to no one. I am naturally happy to give them to troops who can fight hard..."
"It's just...it's just that if I give it to the 181st Division now, they won't be able to use it."
"The battle report just came..."
"When the 181st Division entered Xiecheng, there were 11,457 liquidators..."
"After just counting, there are still...three hundred and fifty-nine people left fighting...fighting...fighting..."
When the adjutant said this, he felt a little choked up in his throat.
"What did you say?"
"There are three hundred and fifty-nine people left?"
"There are more than 11,400 people...only more than 300 people are left?"
"A fraction...even a fraction is a luxury!"
"asshole!"
"Why haven't you withdrawn the 181st Division yet?"
"Didn't I ask you to remind me?"
"Do you think they are a motley crew and want to annihilate them all?"
