"Why haven't the reinforcements come yet? Why haven't the reinforcements come yet..."
Right at the original position of Su Ping Camp, Lieutenant Colonel Nanyang was walking around anxiously in his command post.
In less than two days, the lieutenant colonel, who was so glamorous and arrogant in front of Su Ping, completely withered.
Although there is still no trace of blood on his uniform, and he strives to keep it clean and tidy, his expression seems to be extremely anxious, more like a... defeated rooster, with his head hanging down and his face full of timidity.
, walking around his command post as anxiously as a fly on his head.
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The sound of sporadic sniper gunfire rang out again in front of him awakened his consciousness, and he hurriedly grabbed the binoculars and looked ahead.
"here we go again……"
A murmur of lament suddenly emerged from his mouth.
"Brothers, reinforcements will arrive soon. Whether this bet will win or lose depends on this fight. Keep your spirits up!"
He rushed out of the command post and shouted orders.
"oh……"
Dozens of sporadic voices rang out, and more people picked up their guns with numb faces and aimed forward. Most of them couldn't help but scan the bloody corpses around them with their peripheral vision.
His face was full of regret and timidity.
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"Sir, the barbarians are so fierce, our First Army can't stand it anymore!" A messenger rushed into the Nanyang Army's headquarters at the rear of the battlefield.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Didn't you do a good job at the beginning? Nearly 10,000 reserve teams have been sent to your side, and you still say it's not good?"
The Nanyang Army General, who was covered in gorgeous decorations, slowly raised his head from behind his desk and said with a smile.
"We don't know either. We always feel that no matter how many of us there are, the barbarians on the opposite side always seem to be slightly more numerous than us... We have been attacked several times, and we have relied on our brothers to sacrifice their lives to defeat them.
repulsed."
The messenger immediately said hurriedly with an aggrieved face.
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"Sacrificing life and forgetting death? Aren't you greedy for life and afraid of death again?"
The admiral laughed again.
"I'm warning you, one army has been able to withstand it for more than ten days, but we, 100,000 people, can't withstand it in less than two days? If I really find out that you are reporting the war situation, I will definitely send you all there.
Military court! OK, OK, since there are so many of us guarding such a small place, there are plenty of reserves, so I will give you another division."
"But don't complain this time. You bastards, if you don't work harder when the odds are so high, are you always thinking that you don't have enough chips?"
The admiral smiled and waved his hand grandly.
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After the messenger went out with a happy face, the general turned to a staff officer next to him who was making tea: "These bastards, they always come to me to complain - if it weren't for the fact that their officers are all descendants of the country's big businessmen and nobles.
.Don’t offend easily. And the soldiers are also elite security guards who were forced to contribute by the rich families in the first place. They should be very capable in fighting. Otherwise, I wouldn’t tolerate them.”
"We should let them suffer a little, lest they claim to be the last elite of our country, but are so unorganized that they are worse than the group of mercenaries who were called Sun Tzu by the Alliance in the Western Continent."
He drank all the tea in the exquisite teacup in his palm, smacked his lips and sighed.
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"Commander, it's only a talented commander like you who has the style of an ancient Chinese Confucian general and can unite them together to form a powerful combat force."
However, his staff officer handed over another glass with a flattering look on his face and said flatteringly.
"That is."
The admiral nodded proudly: "Our truly combat-effective troops have been sent to the west during the alliance's repeated requests for help. We don't know how many of them are left dead. Our group is known as the last elite. In fact, it is helpless.
They are just a patchwork of junk. Although their combat capabilities may be pretty good, their military demeanor..."
The admiral smiled and shook his head.
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"However, when people in the country heard that our reinforcements were coming to China, they still took us very seriously. One hundred thousand people were all armed to the teeth for us. They were well-equipped, and each of them was a carefully selected elite soldier with strong personal combat capabilities.
Not bad - defending the defensive area of an army of Chinese people. Why do you come to me all day long to complain? After the victory of this war, they really need to rectify their military discipline and seriously improve their military demeanor."
He thought for a while, but said with a look of hatred on his face.
"But, Commander, aren't you worried about the situation of the war?" The staff officer asked a question he had always wanted to ask.
"Why should I worry? If you look at our defensive area, we can launch an attack with at most 10,000 or 20,000 troops. But we are 100,000 people, and our individual combat effectiveness is on average better than the ordinary Chinese army. We can't defend like this.
Come on, do you think the barbarians are all gods? And do you think the Chinese army, which has been defending for almost ten days, is made of iron?"
The admiral immediately laughed.
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"That's true. This is also thanks to your hard arguments at the beginning - our troops cannot be lost. On the one hand, it is a symbol of the country extending a helping hand to China, and on the other hand, the children of many clans have lost
I can't afford it, otherwise we will be in big trouble when we return to China."
The staff officer also nodded in agreement.
"What are you afraid of? There are so many people, and the barbarians are piled up to death. If you die, you can only blame bad luck. One hundred thousand people defended such a small area, and the Chinese goddess protected you, and you still died. Who can you blame? You can only
It’s bad luck, and we can’t blame it anyway. But speaking of it, I really regret that I didn’t get to see their goddess—I heard she was very beautiful.”
The admiral smiled again, but with regret on his face, he picked up the tea cup handed to him by his staff again. He smacked his lips again and sighed.
"Don't worry, sir, after we win, their goddess will come to meet us foreign friendly troops and meritorious troops?"
The staff officer smiled, which immediately made the admiral's face light up.
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——No one knows the reason for the most ridiculous defeat in history, and there is no historical record. Perhaps history is not willing to let such a shameful scene humiliate mankind on the glorious chapter of human civilization.
But it did happen... and it became the most absurd note in the twilight of the empire and even the twilight of mankind, and led to the most tragic note. A note that made the empire heartbroken.
Maybe the magic armor can be regenerated through the factory, maybe the magic armor soldiers can be supplied in an endless supply. But those stars shining in the sky are one by one, extremely precious. But that star, with its vast and fierce appearance, towers over all living things.
The splendor and splendor are unique in heaven and earth.
But they...
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However, we cannot blame He He. They had to let the Nanyang people behind them bear the burden first. They were too tired. They had been holding on to the position for more than a week under the all-out attacks of the barbarians day and night, and suffered casualties.
Tragic. But when they withdrew, every position, although overflowing with the blood of the Chinese people, still had the flag of our humanity flying.
Almost every one of their officers and soldiers fell asleep while walking back to the barracks. When they returned to the barracks, most of them were already staggering around. Many people even fell asleep on the road. There were also a small number of people who fell asleep on the road.
Then... with the tears on his face and the heavy crying of his comrades around him, he fell asleep peacefully... and never woke up again.
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At the same time, we cannot blame the former enemy headquarters led by Xia Tian for sending the most wrong reinforcements to He Xu. Although He Xu never asked for help, the former enemy headquarters knew that this was the most valiant general in the empire and the most trusted general in the headquarters.
His temperament - he never asks for help until the last moment when he is completely unable to hold on and is in danger.
Therefore, when the former enemy headquarters was still in constant crisis everywhere, it also took them into consideration and sent them a support force - the Nanyang troops.
And the reason why they were sent was the Nanyang people... They were already in a situation where their reserves were extremely scarce. It was impossible to send China's fresh troops to He He, the only ones who had not asked for help. There were not many fresh troops left.
They have also been extremely cautious in using the Nanyang people. It is impossible for them not to use them after receiving reinforcements, and it is even more impossible for them to think that one hundred thousand people cannot hold an army's position and collapse almost overnight.
...even, not even a request for help was sent.
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Yes, of course we can blame the Nanyang people, but the Nanyang people were indeed wiped out... When Lei Lei was furious, the furious officials of the Imperial Ministry and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs faced the 100,000 death notices from the Merchant Alliance Ambassador to the Empire.
When the application was made and their faces were filled with tears of sorrow... the imperial officials were speechless.
What else can the empire say?
However, this is history, a history that makes people elusive, angry and speechless, and can only fall into a deep sense of powerlessness.
The empire could only silently swallow this bitter pill. With several sincere requests from the Merchant Alliance, this period of history was sealed in endless top-secret files that may never be declassified.
Therefore, no one will get the original truth.
We don't know either.
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The only thing we know is that the commander of the Nanyang reinforcements was not wrong: the barbarians are not gods, and the third army of the Goddess Guards led by He He is not made of iron.
They should be able to hold on to it, and they really should.
However, when He Xu woke up from his sleep and took a few people to climb up a hill not far away from their camp at the rear of the battle line, they raised their binoculars and looked into the deep night.
He Xu, whose face suddenly turned pale, murmured, for the humiliating defeat of the Nanyang people, the subsequent deep siege that caught the empire off guard, and the series of extremely tragic and heroic sacrifices in the final stage of the Seventh Battle of Dalinghe.
The fall...or even the dimming of the halo...wrote the most perfect annotation——
"It's over..."
He said sadly.
——"Volume 5 of World War II - The turning point of a crazy turn: The last Battle of Dalinghe" (To be continued...)
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In addition, the decisive battle has begun, and the first part has begun to unfold, so please don't worry.
Also, there are a lot of things going on at the end of the year, so the chapter tomorrow morning may be late, so I will try my best to deliver it in time.