The middle-aged man, Mr. He, was completely ignited.
At this moment, he was grinning and his emotions were avalanche.
More than eleven thousand people.
Beat three hundred people...
What kind of bad battle did this take?
The middle-aged man, Mr. He, pursed his lips and felt inexplicably dizzy at this moment.
For a moment, all kinds of messy emotions were in my mind...crazy and impatient...rapid and anxious.
In addition, the most derived thing is sadness.
Compared with those troops who delayed their time and were unwilling to arrive at Xiecheng to participate in the battle to defend the city, what kind of feelings did the 181st Division... have?
Often those who are ignored can always hold up half of the sky.
"Commander He, now...are we still sending weapons to the 181st Division?"
The adjutant lowered his head and asked from the side.
How can this be easily withstood?
The commander's anger was almost completely intertwined.
"Asking questions knowingly!"
"There are only three hundred people left in the 181st Division. What's the point of sending them...?"
"go!"
"Deploy three divisions and replace the 181st Division!"
"Tell Zhou Ren, commander of the 181st Division, to keep the seeds of the 181st Division!"
"I'm still waiting for him to reshape the 181st Division! Train a mighty army that will fight every battle!"
"In my heart, Zhou Ren... is worthy of three or five divisions!"
"Our army is too short of generals like General Zhou Ren, otherwise no matter how many Japs there were, they would have been wiped out long ago..."
"General Zhou Ren!"
"The backbone of the nation!"
boom!
The middle-aged man, Mr. He, slammed his fist on the table.
As he spoke at this moment, his lips couldn't help but move crazily.
The various emotions deep in my heart could not be suppressed at this moment.
For a moment, a different thought flashed in his eyes...
Enjoy it!
Explode for it!
All the feelings are in words...without words.
The love is deep, so how can we... seal it?
"What are you still doing?"
"Why don't you hurry up and give the order!"
"If it's any later, the 181st Division... will be really doomed!"
"Those who work for everyone should not be allowed to freeze to death in the snow!"
The middle-aged man, Mr. He, gritted his teeth, and sharp gleams flashed in his eyes.
"Yes...it's Commander...I'll go...right away."
The adjutant was startled, then turned around...
Finally, I couldn't help but turn my head...
"Commander He..."
"Sir, although he has not made his position clear, but... his intention to consume the power of the non-direct army is still very obvious."
"I'm afraid it's hard for the commander to tell you that you have cultivated the 181st Division like this. Maybe the commander will think you have any objections..."
"Commander, otherwise... we turn a blind eye..."
"Anyway, the 181st Division is now... almost completely wiped out..."
"At worst, after the 181st Division is destroyed, we can just apply for more awards and pensions for them..."
The adjutant pondered for a long time, and then said these words.
From the perspective of being in line with the trend, it seems... there is no problem?
What works is effective...
If the commander does this and his subordinates follow suit, the commander will also be happy.
At this moment, the middle-aged man Mr. He looked stunned...
Why……
What are these ideas?
A miscellaneous army?
Directly affiliated army?
Do we have to distinguish it so clearly?
We are all part of the war!
They all sacrificed their lives and spared no effort to fight the Japanese.
Why does it have to be revealed in the end?
Why?
for what?
this……
Isn't it a great humiliation?
The sense of shame is increasing again.
For a moment, I was in a trance, speechless.
Even want to be hysterical...
hysteria.
"Don't let the heroes bleed and cry."
"They've given enough."
"They even sacrificed their lives, but you are still thinking about the commander's attitude? Are you still thinking about how to flatter the commander?"
"hehe……"
"How can an army with this belief become strong?"
"The 181st Division...if placed in the New 1st Division...encountered such a situation, the first thing people would think of is to take revenge from the 181st Division! Turn this into motivation and madly annihilate the Japanese."
"When we get here, we still have to make such a fuss, and also..."
"ridiculous!"
"That's the most ridiculous thing."
"Being kind to heroes will be questioned."
"Now I can understand why the promised 800,000 troops ended up with only 450,000 coming."
"Of the 450,000, tens of thousands more slipped away in the end..."
"It's gone bad from the root."
"What kind of combat effectiveness can we expect from such a unit?"
"No, not at all."
"It's just a joke after all."
"How long will this joke continue?"
"well……"
Mr. He, a middle-aged man, felt a sense of sadness.
Feel sad for this army.
I also feel sad for my own faith.
The more times you feel sad, you can even have some hallucinations...
for example……
Is what you have been insisting on really right?
Is this persistence all a joke?
Persistence all along...
New First Division...
Fang Yu...
The middle-aged man, Mr. He, trembled all over, and then quickly shook his head to get rid of all the messy thoughts in his mind.
terrible.
What on earth was he thinking about?
He actually started to have these unrealistic thoughts!
crazy!
It's really crazy now!
His philosophy wavered again.
"Can't think about it anymore."
"First...defend Xie City first."
"As for other things, let's talk about it later... later. There is still a chance... there is a chance."
"call……"
The middle-aged man, Mr. He, gritted his teeth and exhaled a breath of thick air. His whole body couldn't help but tremble.
Then he quickly threw away all his thoughts.
Now...I really can't think too much about it.
When I think about it, my whole head is about to burst.
That kind of taste and feeling, it's okay if you don't have an aftertaste, but once you have an aftertaste, it's not that taste at all.
The bloody battle in Xie Cheng continues.
It wasn't just Xie Cheng who was anxious at the moment.
A mountain city hundreds of miles away...
The officer was also restless at this moment.
Every ten minutes or so, I couldn't help but call someone in to ask about the situation.
"Where's Anon?"
"Let him come over."
"I have something to ask him."
"What's going on in the battle in Xie City!"
The officer was swinging his cane back and forth, his face always looking unhappy.
"Sir..."
Mr. Nong, a man in black, walked in right at this moment.
"Sir, over at Xie Cheng, two more divisions have escaped..."
"Already...five...five divisions have been run..."
"Sir, that Mr. He is clearly a man of his own. He has no understanding of the overall situation and only talks loudly!"
"Sir, it's only a matter of time before Xie Cheng is captured. We need to prepare early!"
