"Dead Ghost Army?"
"Forehead……"
"this……"
"It's unique and easy to understand."
"Then let's call it the Dead Ghost Army..."
"Mr. He..."
"Sir, over there..."
Before Zeng Songlin, the commander of the 3rd Corps and the 10th Corps, finished speaking, the middle-aged man Mr. He raised his head.
"Song Lin."
"No rules no standards."
"What does Mr. He's name... mean?"
The middle-aged man, Mr. He, shook his head and sighed.
"Forehead……"
"Yes Yes……"
"Then I call Mr. He...sir?"
"Or...Commander?"
Zeng Songlin, the commander of the 3rd Corps and the 10th Corps, raised his head and said.
"These two names are used by too many people, and there is no distinction between them."
"It's because of his reputation as a commander..."
The middle-aged man, Mr. He, raised his head and meant something.
Zeng Songlin, the commander of the 3rd Corps and the 10th Corps, frowned, feeling that something was inappropriate.
How do you feel about this... is it developing in the direction of warlord autocracy?
This is not a good thing.
It needs to be properly... handled... and controlled, and not messed up.
"The name of Marshal is too ostentatious."
"You might as well call him the military leader."
"Song Lin."
"From now on, you will be the deputy commander of my dead ghost army."
"You and I work together to create a great cause!"
The middle-aged man, Mr. He, was full of passion when he spoke!
"Military leader? Monarch?"
"Good...good title..."
Zeng Songlin, the commander of the 3rd Corps and Commander of the 10th Corps... and now the deputy commander of the Dead Ghost Army, couldn't help but nodded and said with a distracted look.
The things I wish for in my heart seem to have changed some colors.
Will the boy who slays the dragon be unable to change his fate and become a dragon in the end?
"He Xian...Military Commander..."
"Then how should we... respond to this telegram from the chief?"
Zeng Songlin, deputy commander of the Dead Ghost Army, asked for instructions.
What you say is irrelevant.
how can that be possible?
Power is always the most destabilizing thing.
A human heart...how many silver dollars is it worth?
"reply?"
"Why reply?"
"That's it, isn't it good?"
"Just pretend this never happened."
"We'll stay here and wait and see."
"If...if there is a chance to get that batch of equipment, it would be best to change the equipment."
"If not, we will leave Qingcheng with this mountain of gold and silver."
"here……"
“It will be our foundation for the future.”
Mr. He, the leader of the Dead Ghost Army, pointed to a certain location on the map.
"Nancheng?"
"That was our previous capital..."
"There are quite a few Japs stationed here now..."
"Moreover, this is now the base camp of the puppet army..."
Zeng Songlin, the deputy commander of the Dead Ghost Army, glanced at it and then frowned, his expression looking a little strange.
There are...a lot of things hidden in here.
Many things have been taken care of.
interesting.
"What happened to the puppet army's base camp?"
"We have an army of millions, but are we still afraid of those puppet troops?"
"hehe!"
"It would be fine if this group of puppet soldiers knew better. They could still save a dog's life."
"If you don't know what's going on, just kill him!"
"Total destruction!"
A cold shout followed, and the light in his eyes exploded!
As soon as he said it, he already showed his unquestionable momentum.
Zeng Songlin, the deputy commander of the Dead Ghost Army, opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end everything... became silent.
There are many words stuck in my heart and I can't say them out.
Wherever the heart is, wherever the eyes are.
At this time, I feel messy...
At this time...you have already started to become overbearing?
Zeng Songlin suddenly felt that his choice seemed...wrong?
Found an ancestor for yourself?
…
…
City on the mountain.
"How about it?"
"What did Jingzhi say?"
"Have the five hundred thousand troops been mobilized?"
"Jing Zhike, when will these 500,000 reinforcements arrive in the mountain city?"
The officer was tapping his cane on the ground at a very fast pace. His mood at the moment was...a bit messy.
The Japanese were about to attack the city.
Three hundred and seventy thousand Japs...
Although the defense battle of the mountain city has been carried out several times, I have gained experience and so on.
But in the past, when the sky was high, there were only more than 100,000 Japs howling along with them.
This was the first time that more than 300,000 Japanese soldiers came.
In the event of an accident...
can not imagine.
It's even harder to imagine.
Emotional disorders cannot be described simply in a few words.
"Forehead……"
"Sir, there is no reply from Mr. He yet..."
"This telegram is like a stone sinking into the sea..."
The man in black, Mr. Nong, raised his head and immediately followed.
At this moment, he had a troubled expression on his face, his lips were moving, and he suddenly felt particularly sad.
The chaos of thoughts cannot be described simply in a few words...
At this time, the man in black, Mr. Nong, suddenly had a very bad premonition...
Premonition...could it come true?
That Mr. He...is he really so presumptuous? So desperate?
Just say rebellion?
Is the sky going to fall?
"Sink into the sea?"
"What's the meaning?"
"I did not understand."
"Didn't I ask you to send more telegrams?"
"In case there is a problem with sending and receiving telegrams."
"Wouldn't it be okay to send a few more telegrams?"
The chief frowned and then scolded.
"Sir."
"I have ordered people to send more than a dozen telegrams."
"No reply..."
"In addition, I also sent a telegram to a division headquarters stationed in Qingcheng, asking them to help remind Mr. He, but they agreed well at the time, and then there was no news..."
"Sir..."
"Over there in Qingcheng...could...could there be a problem..."
"Sir...sir, I...I don't want to speculate on this, but based on the current situation, it seems...it seems like this is the case."
"Sir...sir, maybe...maybe we should prepare early."
"Once something like this happens, it won't be a minor accident..."
"Sir, you must... you must hold still..."
Mr. Nong, the man in black, has an increasingly bad premonition...
That Mr. He is really decisive.
Once I leave, I don’t want to come back.
Is this to control all the millions of elites gathered in Qingcheng?
Mr. He, Mr. He, do you really have such a big appetite to swallow up these millions of troops in one go?
The commander is in danger now, and you don't care at all...
The friendship that lasted for more than ten years just vanished into thin air?
Is this the so-called person who achieves great things by not sticking to trivial matters?
Are all those who can do something so cold-hearted?
"What's the meaning?"
"Anon!"
"What do you mean by this?"
"Could it be...could it be that Jingzhi was...the opposite?"
"What does He Chao mean?"
"Generate electricity!"
"Give him electricity!"
"Let him respond immediately!"
"Is he still trying to rebel?"
"Bastard thing!"
"Niang Xipi's!"
"I also raised a wolf cub?"
