Zhao Zhiguo was sitting on the ground, his military cap covering his pale and bloodless face. Yao Pengju and Gao Cang were standing beside Zhao Zhiguo.

"You said you didn't want to run away anymore, but this time you really followed your wish, and you don't have to run away anymore!"

Zhao Zhiguo did not dare to take off the military cap because he did not know how to face this brother who had followed him through life and death.

They met on the Great Wall and killed countless little Japs along the way. He thought that Dianhou would not die and would continue fighting with him, but he did not expect that life and death would come so quickly.

"You all go, I want to stay here with him!"

Recalling the past scenes, tears gradually blurred Zhao Zhiguo's eyes. Among the brothers who got along with each other, only Dianhou had been with him the longest. Without Dianhou, there would be no one on the battlefield to tell them about those romances.

He sat like this for an unknown amount of time. Zhao Zhiguo's eyes never left Dianhou, but he never had the courage to take away his cap.

The sun was setting and the lanterns were coming on. A thin figure sat next to Zhao Zhiguo, and then gently nestled on his shoulder.

"I thought I'd never see you again!"

The voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing the rest of these heroic spirits.

Zhao Zhiguo turned his head and looked at Sun Siying. The girl in front of him was very quiet, not like her: "He is my brother, I will never see him again."

"I heard Uncle Chu say that every soldier is brave and every one of you is a hero." Sun Siying comforted Zhao Zhiguo, "I heard that reinforcements have surrounded the retreating Japanese army."

Masao Murano learned that the rear was attacked by the Chinese army and that their retreat might have been cut off by the Chinese army, so he quickly retreated with his troops last night, but during the retreat, they encountered an ambush by the Chinese army.

"Captain Zhao, excuse me!"

Two soldiers walked up to Zhao Zhiguo and wanted to cremate the body.

The weather is too hot now. If the corpses are not burned in time, the rotting corpses will bring a plague to the city at any time.

"I will deal with him alone!" Zhao Zhiguo ordered.

The two soldiers looked at each other and did not move Dianhou's body, but moved the next body away.

Zhao Zhiguo, Gao Cang, Yao Pengju and Qin Dongsheng carried Dianhou's body on a stretcher and placed him on the thick woodpile.

Zhao Zhiguo took the torch handed over by the soldier and stood there without moving.

"Captain, how about I come?" Yao Pengju said.

"I'll give him a ride myself."

Zhao Zhiguo walked to the firewood pile with a torch and slowly lit the firewood.

Flames danced in the eyes of the surrounding soldiers. Zhao Zhiguo threw the torch into the fire. The fire quickly devoured Dianhou's body. It seemed as if he had never been in the world, but he remained in the hearts of these brothers.

It’s a very impressive move.

In the underground prison, Chu Jie counted the surviving Shi Bin. Excluding Zhao Zhiguo's soldiers, there were only 180 people in their division still alive. The one with the highest official position was a battalion commander, whose right arm was blown off.

The number of survivors on Zhao Zhiguo's side was actually equivalent to the number of survivors from Chu Jie's division. More than 60 people from the special forces team survived, but only eight prisoners in the prison survived, including Zhu Hongsi.

Inside the division headquarters, smoke filled the air, and Chu Jie smoked one cigarette after another. He looked at Zhao Zhiguo sitting opposite, feeling happy in his heart, but not happy.

"Masao Murano led his troops to break through, and the puppet troops lost most of them. The Japanese army only lost more than 800 people."

Around seven o'clock in the evening, the news about the ambush of the Japanese army was reported. Although their plan was perfect, the Japanese army used their heavy weapons to blow up an exit from the encirclement. Murano Masao and his troops escaped.

“Expected!”

Zhao Zhiguo was not surprised. When the Japanese and puppet troops attacked Pingcheng, although they lost troops and generals, their overall combat effectiveness still existed.

"In the battle with the Japanese army outside the city, our loss ratio was five to one. In the street battle with the Japanese army, our loss ratio was two to one. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid Pingcheng would have been lost long ago. I have written a report and am preparing it for you.

Commander-in-Chief."

"I have no intention of claiming this credit. This credit belongs to all soldiers." Zhao Zhiguo said calmly, "It feels uncomfortable to personally cremate the brothers who followed me through life and death."

"All three regiment commanders of our division were killed in the battle. If I hadn't accepted a regiment commander like you halfway, I would have become a mere commander." Chu Jie smiled bitterly, "The battle in Pingcheng is over, what are your plans?

"

"have no idea!"

"The Commander-in-Chief has arranged for people to negotiate with the Japs. Although this battle failed to wipe out all the Japs, it also hurt Masao Murano. Likewise, our losses were not small. This is the time for negotiations.

It’s a good opportunity, maybe it can buy us some time to recuperate.”

In this battle, of the five main divisions of the Jinsui Army, three divisions were reduced by half, and two divisions were almost wiped out. It was also very difficult for the Jinsui Army to bear.

"I don't care about this." Zhao Zhiguo doesn't want to think about anything or do anything now.

"Have a good rest. We will discuss the rest tomorrow."

Chu Jie also saw that Zhao Zhiguo had not yet come out of his sadness, and they all needed to rest. As for who would take over Pingcheng's defense in the future, it would only depend on the arrangements of the commander-in-chief.

There was no talking all night. Although Zhao Zhiguo was very tired, he sat on the bed without resting all night.

The troops in the city are still cremating corpses, including those of their own people, those of little Japanese soldiers, and those of poor people who died in the bombing...

When the people outside the city heard that the battle in Pingcheng was over, they returned to Pingcheng one after another. Looking at their homes destroyed by the war, they did not cry and began to clean up the ruined houses.

Pingcheng is still very quiet, but quiet amid the busyness.

"There are only eight of you left. I promised you that I would give you your freedom. Of course, if you are willing to stay in my army, I welcome you."

Of the eighty-two people taken out of the prison, only eight survived. Zhao Zhiguo kept his promise.

"I want to stay!" Zhu Hongsi said to Zhao Zhiguo.

Several other people looked at each other and handed the weapons in their hands to Zhao Zhiguo: "Sir Zhao, thank you for giving us this opportunity. We never want to fight again."

"I understand that no matter where I go in the future, I will never do those illegal things again."

"Sir Zhao, it won't happen anymore. After a battle, I didn't feel anything. I just felt that fate is so good!"
Chapter completed!