"If we really talk about the world as a public servant, who can be better than Commander Fang?"
"so."
"If Commander Fang asks you to hand over this mountain of gold and silver in the name of liquidating the wealth and wealth of the people, what will you do?"
"certainly."
"If the military leader doesn't care about this mountain of gold and silver, just pretend I didn't say anything."
"If the military leader is particularly concerned..."
"Then there's absolutely nothing we can do."
"What to do then... there is no specific regulation."
As soon as he spoke, his eyes became distracted.
Conclusive words. That's not the case.
Those emotional things are... all stuck there at the moment.
Zeng Songlin, the deputy commander of the Dead Ghost Army, saw it quite clearly.
The understanding of these things is very deep.
The smile on the face of the middle-aged man, Mr. He, gradually faded.
He's not a fool.
He could still hear the bad words.
There is indeed a big problem here...
If this problem...is not dealt with properly, there may be...serious changes.
Thoughts...
Unrest.
"If it can relieve the danger of my dead ghost army, why not give him half of it?"
"Originally, this wealth comes from ordinary people, which is less than 30%. Giving him half is enough."
"The rest of the bulk is contributed by the Song family and its affiliated families."
"If Fang Yu wants them all, it would be a bit unreasonable, right?"
"The basics are here."
"At least I'm still halfway down."
"Furthermore, Fang Yu may not fully know how much the money is."
"When the time comes, we will still have a lot of room for control."
"You can give it a try."
"Songlin, what do you think?"
The middle-aged man, Mr. Nong, raised his head and looked at Zeng Songlin, the deputy commander of the Dead Ghost Army.
At this moment he just wanted to get a positive answer.
"You've already said this, what else can I say?"
"There are no worse consequences than this anyway."
"It's just that in the next three days, we may have to fight the Japanese in bloody battles without sleep."
"Of course... there is a certain chance that just as you said, Commander, these Japs heard the news that the new First Division was coming and left camp overnight. In this way, our risk has been completely transferred."
"It's just hard to say how likely this is..."
"Just... let's take a look..."
Silence...
Zeng Songlin, the deputy commander of the Dead Ghost Army, looked very tired, and he didn't know if what he was doing was correct.
It feels like things haven't gone smoothly since joining this dead ghost army.
According to idealist thinking...it feels like something is wrong with the surrounding magnetic field.
Everything is developing in a bad direction.
There is no worst, only worse.
"Um."
"If these devils don't care about life and death and insist on launching a desperate attack, Songlin will have to work harder."
"The ones under your command are all elites known as wolf soldiers."
"It will definitely shine on the battlefield when the time comes."
"It is our responsibility to annihilate the Japanese!"
"Song Lin."
"How lucky we are!"
smile.
more and more.
The middle-aged man, Mr. He, reached out and patted Zeng Songlin, the deputy commander of the Dead Ghost Army, on the shoulder, appearing extremely sincere.
The smile on Zeng Songlin's face gradually turned towards embarrassment...
So vicious.
Do you want to use the righteousness of the War of Resistance to consume your direct army so soon?
It is said that there is a seven-year itch between husband and wife.
Has the seven-year itch progressed so quickly?
Seven years?
Seven days?
Zeng Songlin, deputy commander of the Dead Ghost Army, felt very chilled.
Where has the kind and dignified Mr. He gone?
Is it destined to take this step after ascending to the top?
Congested?
Maybe some.
It’s just that at this time, I can see many things more clearly.
Save yourself.
It is absolutely impossible to use up all your trump cards.
Now he still has more than 200,000 direct soldiers and horses, which is the greatest guarantee.
If all the more than 200,000 direct line soldiers and horses are lost, then the whole line will truly collapse.
"Why……"
"It's miserable..."
"Coming to this point...it can be considered a cocoon."
Sighs followed.
Immediately.
He shook his head silently.
Many messy thoughts exploded in my mind.
They had only been working together as an alliance for a long time, and already they were starting to have huge differences.
Such a divide now looks like a crack...
But with the passage of time and the influence of external forces, this crack will become wider and wider...
in this way……
Even high-rise buildings will fall in love with it.
A thousand-mile embankment was destroyed by an ant nest!
…
Outside Qingcheng.
400,000 Japanese soldiers and 500,000 locust allies have already started fighting.
Be ready to launch an all-out attack at any time.
The momentum is building!
"吆西!"
"This is Qingcheng..."
"Follow His Excellency Okamura's order and capture Qingcheng as quickly as possible to get what we want..."
"That is a fortune that is enough to subvert the victory of the war!"
"As long as we get this gold and silver...the Imperial Locust Army will be able to make a comeback..."
"Empire...Empire..."
"Your Excellency Okamura attaches great importance to this battle."
"Everyone, please work together!"
"We must never betray the trust of His Excellency Okamura!"
"Gentlemen! Kill the chicken and give it to me!"
Taro Watanabe, commander of the Japanese 6th Imperial Army and temporary commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, shook his epaulettes and took the lead in giving a passionate speech.
The atmosphere is well rendered.
Everyone knows that there is wealth in Qingcheng that could overwhelm the country.
So the mood swings are very strong.
In high spirits.
Full of passion.
The Japanese are arranging their troops.
In the first batch, the Locust Alliance troops were naturally sent to the front to serve as cannon fodder and consume the bullets of the Qingcheng defenders.
At this moment, the two fronts of Shanzhicheng and Qingcheng were at war.
…
City on the mountain.
The battle situation is... relatively stable.
"吆西."
"The second line of defense has also been taken down."
"There are three lines of defense left."
"This speed is so awesome!"
"Much faster than expected."
"good!"
"That's pretty cool."
"Abe-kun, take the lead!"
There are more and more smiles on the face of the old devil Okamura...
"As expected of a former imperial general..."
"The strength and foundation are still there."
"If given the chance, I may not be able to be promoted to the rank of general of the empire."
The old devil Okamura clicked his tongue and sighed.
At this moment, in the eyes of the old devil Okamura, there is only use and value.
Those who are valuable should be praised.
If there is no value, we will crazily suppress it.
The reason...it's that simple.
It’s okay not to agree.
Be direct.
Be realistic.
that is it.
"Okamura-kun...father-in-law, are you exaggerating a bit?"
"Where is this?"
"What's more, Abe Yanghui has disobeyed military orders before."
"More than 300,000 imperial elites were tortured by him until the end, and only 60,000 to 70,000 remnants were left..."
"snort!"
"It's not enough to balance the merits and demerits, so how can we talk about promotion?"
"Father-in-law, please don't be emotional..."
