Noisy is also an attitude.
The middle-aged man, Mr. He, seemed tired.
My eyes never opened.
Noises, roars, lamentations, the sounds reached our ears.
Normal people can't hide their irritability.
However, at this time, the middle-aged man, Mr. He, was determined on the spot, with a sense of confusion.
It seemed that none of this could affect his mood and will.
The whole person.
Extremely solemn.
Extremely candid.
Rhythm……
Slightly casual.
"Have you said enough?"
The middle-aged man, Mr. He, stood up and spoke in a calm tone, but with an aura that was not angry but powerful.
"commander……"
The colonel's operational staff couldn't help but look at Mr. He with an eager look on his face.
The current situation is like this. As the top commander of Xiecheng battlefield, you have to come up with a plan, right?
You have to have some idea of what to do next and how to do it, right?
You can't just pretend to be deaf and dumb all the time...
"I know what you mean."
"But in this situation, is there any other way besides holding on?"
"rest assured."
"It's not that there's no hope."
"Ten days."
"In ten days, we will see the real chapter."
"In ten days, these devils will start to make some moves."
"The New First Division... Commander Fang Yu's side... must be taking action."
"Another drama about sieging Wei and rescuing Zhao..."
"This trick... Commander Fang Yu has used it many times, but it is very effective every time."
"Don't worry, everyone."
"After ten days, if the Japanese don't retreat, you'll come find me!"
"So now, everyone should return to their respective positions and hold on to the end!"
"In ten days, I will meet Zhenzhang!"
"We have persisted for so long, we must not fail at the last moment!"
"Everyone, be vigilant! Be vigilant!"
"Everyone!"
"It's our responsibility to kill ghosts for our country! It's no honor for me!"
"I hope you all can share the same hatred and kill ghosts together!"
"please!"
The middle-aged man, Mr. He, held his head high and said firmly with a look on his face.
At this moment, it was a forcible boost to military morale.
Many things that follow will naturally be much easier to handle.
What should be done next and how to deal with it seems to have many rules.
At least it's not like before, like a headless fly, flying towards nowhere.
Now, there is at least one hope...
Commander He said that in ten days, the New First Division will take action and the Japanese will retreat.
Although the New First Division is thousands of miles away, and the distant water cannot quench the thirst of the near, the existence of the New First Division cannot be inferred using common sense. Maybe... just in case... probably...
Who can really say these things clearly?
It's unclear, the way is unclear.
But with such a head start, at least I can give an explanation to the people below.
At least in the past ten days, all the soldiers in Xie Cheng seemed to have been given a shot in the arm.
When the officers began to leave...
The adjutant and the colonel's operational staff remained.
"Commander, after ten days...will the Japanese really retreat?"
"Within ten days, can the New First Division really create such a movement that the Japanese have to withdraw their troops?"
"commander……"
"Is this...safety?"
The colonel's combat staff wriggled his lips, looking extremely confused at this moment.
Many things seem sparse...
It sounds tasteless.
Feeling a wave of uncertainty.
"I don't know either."
"But the New First Division...has never let us down..."
"Should...maybe...probably...maybe...maybe..."
Mr. He, a middle-aged man, used all the probability adjectives he knew.
"this……"
"Commander, did Commander Fang Yu promise you that once you are besieged, he will definitely come to your rescue?"
"Has Commander Fang Yu ever...did he ever..."
With so many words on his lips, he seemed a little unconfident for a moment.
The colonel's combat staff seemed particularly nervous at this moment.
The middle-aged man Mr. He pondered for a long time.
Then he shook his head silently.
"No."
"Not a word promised."
"But I believe that Commander Fang will not give up such a good opportunity."
"If he really gave up, he would no longer be Commander Fang."
"I believe in him!"
"Because he is Fang Yu! He is Guitu! He has a passionate patriotism!"
The middle-aged man, Mr. He, took a deep breath and then spoke loudly and forcefully.
trust.
Most of the time it's that direct.
No need for too much fancy language.
Just a few words are enough to express your will and feelings.
Leave the rest to God to decide!
"Commander, you promised too... too quickly."
"In ten days, if there is no special movement from the New First Division and the Japanese who are attacking Xiecheng cannot be lured away, the generals will dismantle the headquarters..."
"At that time, I'm afraid we won't even need the Japanese to attack, and we will be in chaos within ourselves."
The colonel's combat staff gave a long sigh. His eyes were dazed at the moment, and he couldn't feel any hope for a while.
What is left at this moment, apart from despair, is nothing but despair.
sad.
With sigh.
In the end, it came to nothing.
Too much stuff.
There was silence.
A cool feeling swept through his whole body.
Finally, there was no sound.
"If we don't make such a commitment, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive these ten days."
"At least there is still ten days of buffer time..."
"It can also buy the commander ten days to prepare..."
"Before I left, I made a promise to you, sir."
"This trip is a success or failure!"
"There are many things that are not just words."
"At the critical moment, you must... you must take action... action!"
The sound of muttering to oneself followed, and then everything fell into nothingness.
How could Mr. He, a middle-aged man, not know that he was walking a tightrope at this moment? Even dancing on a tightrope.
But at this moment, he had no other choice but to take a gamble.
I can only bet...
Bet that the world is upside down!
Bet that the earth will shake!
Bet...
Even if you risk your life.
Everything about him seemed to be worth something.
"And I always feel that there is something wrong with the group of Japs who attacked Xiecheng this time..."
"It stands to reason that according to the report, the Japanese dispatched five imperial troops and nearly 600,000 troops. This offensive should be more powerful than this..."
"Now the Japanese offensive always feels like they have been castrated."
"Have the Japanese not used all their strength until now?"
"Have the Japs hidden the remaining troops?"
"Um?"
"It doesn't seem to make sense."
"Why would the devil do this?"
"Is the devil crazy? Stupid?"
"Many things are extremely mysterious..."
"What on earth went wrong..."
The sound of muttering to himself followed, and the frowning brows showed the extreme unrest in his heart at this moment.
The more I thought about it at the moment, the more flustered my expression became.
