"Damn it, can this battle still be fought? Is it over or not? You won't even let me rest for a breath?"
Su Ping looked at the barbarian army surging in again, and he cursed feebly.
His expression was full of exhaustion. He spit out the tobacco leaves that had been chewed into a ball of yellow paste in his mouth. After thinking about it, he took out a handful from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth.
中. His eyelids kept twitching, but when his eyes touched the figure on the river beach, he suddenly became excited.
He stood up and looked carefully at the distance of the barbarian army in the distance. The tattered military uniform covered with smoke, mud and sword scars hung on his body, and the cotton inside and the bright red blood stains were exposed everywhere.
He no longer knows how many days and nights he has been on the battlefield. He only knows that he has encountered countless attacks, exhausted and mechanically pulled the trigger countless times, and emerged from the trench with numerous scars.
He jumped out and repelled the barbarian army with great difficulty - among them, their camp was only removed to rest for half a day.
…
"If we continue fighting like this, I will be exhausted sooner or later. I'm afraid I'm going to die here..."
Su Ping stared at the densely packed tall figures on the river beach in the distance and murmured.
"Everyone is here! Get ready to fight!"
Immediately, he shouted the order again, and grabbed a communications soldier next to him, with a vicious look on his face: "You don't need to participate in the battle now, go and tell the regiment commander, if there are no reinforcements, come and help me."
Collect the bodies!”
Afterwards, three dull sounds of sniper rifles sounded from time to time. Soon after, the intensive gunshots gradually sounded like exploding beans. Then, the stream of magic energy sequence enveloped Su Ping and his scarred bodies again.
Position, screams and muffled groans gradually sounded among the Chinese people at the same time.
Finally, Su Ping's hoarse voice, which was almost broken, started to speak.
"Empire Demonic War——"
"attack!"
A deep and tired response also sounded, and the small black wave came up again and rolled up into a ball with the white wave.
~~~~~~~~~
"No reserves! No reinforcements!"
He Xu looked at the communications soldier with an even more sinister expression than Su Ping.
His body was also covered with mottled blood, and his abdomen had old wounds that had not healed, but new ones - a bandage that seemed to have been tied randomly was seeping with bright red blood on his lower abdomen.
His eyes were red, and his face was tired as he looked at the communications soldiers who seemed to be coming from the front line, and shouted.
"Go back and tell your teacher, if you can stand it, you have to stand up, and if you can't, you have to stand up. I have said this countless times. I don't want to talk nonsense to him again! Just tell him, if you really can't stand it, I will come and help you."
He collects the corpse!"
he shouted angrily.
"yes!"
The communications soldier, whose body was no less scarred than He Xu, burst into tears. He looked at his commander with aggrieved eyes, saluted solemnly, and turned around to leave.
…
"Stop!" He Xu shouted again to stop him.
He turned around and looked at He Sou in confusion. Tears were still flowing freely on the black and gray face. He bit his lower lip stubbornly and looked at He Sou without saying a word.
He Xu looked at him carefully.
"The Thirty-Eighth Division..."
He suddenly murmured.
"This is the 38th Division... but they can't hold on anymore? What is going on on the other side? Is it really the direction of the 38th Division? Should we... withdraw them first, put the reserve team up, and let
Are they going to rest for another half day? But... I don't have many reserves on hand... If something happens again..."
He kept mumbling and pacing around the tent anxiously.
…
"Commander, regardless of whether they are mainly attacking our army, the intensity of the attack on our side is indeed greater than that of other places - didn't the commander also send reinforcements from the South China behind us? Let them attack again.
It's been a while...the soldiers are all too tired, and they need to take a rest to regain their fighting strength."
"We are now using one soldier as two soldiers - once during the day and again at night. This will not work. Even if the barbarians cannot advance under our tenacious sniper fire, the bodies of the soldiers will be dragged down.
Broken..."
His chief of staff, with his blood-stained arms hanging, suggested in a low voice behind him.
"I don't believe them..."
"Those useless soldiers from Nanyang are probably even worse than the people from Western China."
He Xu said in low anger.
…
"But even if there are 100,000 pigs, how many days can we defend our army's defense line?"
His chief of staff retorted.
"Otherwise, we might as well send back that batch of reinforcements and bring in another batch of reinforcements. Anyway, we never asked for reinforcements. They just noticed something was wrong with us and forced them on us."
"The Commander-in-Chief has no choice... They are almost out of troops to send - otherwise, do you think the Commander-in-Chief will give them to us?"
He Xu shook his head and sighed.
"That's fine. We can't let the already tense troops of the Commander-in-Chief send reinforcements behind us and leave them idle - just do as you say, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, let those Nanyang people take over. We must rest and recuperate.
Already."
…
He said in a low voice, but then turned to the communications soldier who had been crying silently but had a stubborn face.
"You bastard, are you still showing off to me?"
He laughed and cursed.
"Go and tell those bastards in the Guard Corps to get out of here. Those among the civilian staff who are willing to get out of here should also get out of here!"
He turned his head and said to a staff officer beside him.
"I don't have a reserve team, but our army headquarters wants a bird guard group? If they are assassinated by the barbarians, they will all die!" He murmured lowly.
"Go, go, go, the guard group has also rested for a long time, tell those bastards to get out with him, get out quickly! Don't let them look like soldiers under my nose, and they are all like a group of beggars who have been maimed, sleeping like a group.
They look like dead pigs and I feel upset just looking at them.”
He said to the staff officer in a loud voice.
"Thank you, Commander!"
The communications soldier stood at attention and saluted again. A hint of joy and joy that he had finally completed his mission suddenly appeared on his young face, but he turned around and left again.
~~~~~~~~~
"They will soon be unable to hold on..."
Longer carefully studied the battle situation information in front of him. For a long time, he suddenly raised his head and smiled at the god who was sitting next to him with a bored expression.
"Oh? So..." The envoy looked over with excitement.
"Even their 38th Division is crumbling. How long can they hold on? In fact, I really don't focus on taking care of them. I just slightly strengthen the deployment of troops in that direction according to their combat effectiveness."
Long Er raised the battle report in his hand and smiled.
…
"Right now, I am launching attacks of equal intensity on all fronts - whichever side is more tenacious, my strength will be more, and whichever side is less tenacious, my strength will be less. In short, I want to make it completely inaccessible to the Chinese people.
I can’t figure out what I want to do, squeeze out every bit of defensive potential on every front of the Chinese people.”
"Then... when each of their fronts can only barely defend despite being reinforced again and again, when their reserve forces are no longer able to be mobilized and dispatched, it's time for me to strike hard.
It's time - hum, this can prevent accidents to the greatest extent, and if we don't force them to use up all their power, I'm really afraid that they will cause trouble again."
"Your military strategy is really wonderful. You can adapt to all changes by remaining unchanged, and you can win with no moves. The Chinese people may still be looking for your main attack direction." The envoy raised his thumb and praised.
"So, will the 38th Division be our breakthrough? There, once we break through, the road will be smooth."
Then he smiled again.
…
Long Er shook his head.
"No, they are very tenacious. Their commander is also very cautious and seems not to trust the reinforcements behind them at all - those stupid Nanyang people."
"This time, we may have to change directions. But no matter what, as long as there is a breakthrough in one direction, it means our victory. As for the Chinese, I don't believe they can make no mistakes in thirty-three battlefields.
No one is timid, they are all like the 38th Division."
"Even if they are all the same, we have only suffered heavy losses. They will eventually collapse. At this point in the battle, I finally feel relieved - there are no accidents."
He said with a relaxed expression.
Then, a strange look seemed to appear on his face.
"However, my plan is not perfect. Even at the final stage, there is still a big danger, well, a big danger."
He said seriously.
…
"Oh? What danger? Didn't you say that there is no chance of an accident this time?" The envoy was suddenly startled.
"The only thing I'm worried about now is that the Chinese will appear behind us again like the Western Conquest Army in the last war. Then we are not in danger?"
Long Er said leisurely.
"Impossible... there is a war going on in the west. They are more likely to fall into your control. Maybe they are attacking with all their strength, and will they suddenly reinforce China?"
The angel's expression was suddenly full of surprise and uncertainty, and he murmured.
"No, no, no, what I'm afraid of is that if the Chinese people actually had foresight and hid an ambush in the Far North Forest at the beginning of the war, what will happen to us again this time? Oh my god, then we are not finished.
?”
Longer said exaggeratedly, even looking like he was in imminent disaster.
…
The envoy was startled, and he laughed so hard: "I really thought there was some flaw... Lord Long'er, you are so funny..."
Long Er smiled reservedly and contentedly: "It's okay, okay, aren't the Chinese people the best at creating miracles? Maybe, they will also drop a fifth legion from the sky?"
He shrugged with fear on his face.
"Hahaha……"
The divine envoy was laughing so hard that he was out of breath: "Then, we will look forward to the arrival of their fifth legion... Haha..."
He smiled with tears in his eyes.
Long'er also laughed, with a look of arrogance on his face. Gradually, the two men's wild laughter began to echo in the tent and even the entire north bank of the Daling River.
…
What the two laughing men didn't know was that the Chinese didn't have a fifth legion, but somewhere unknown to them, a... passionate song called "March of the Eighth Route Army" was quietly playing.
music.
The first line of the accompanying lyrics is like this -
Forward, forward, forward, our team is facing the sun, stepping on...