"Someone is coming! Someone is coming quickly!" The adjutant held the unconscious Feng Kezhi and shouted loudly: "The general is injured! Go call a doctor quickly! Go quickly!"
The door behind him was kicked open again, and the sound didn't sound like something a Dahua soldier would dare to do.
The startled adjutant quickly turned around and saw a soldier wearing a uniform he had never seen before. The soldier had complicated equipment and various pockets on his chest. He looked very bloated and
Dahua's soldiers are completely different.
What frightened him even more was that the soldier who rushed in also wore a mask with a skull's chin painted on it. Under the dim light, he looked like a ghost wearing a military uniform and a steel helmet.
"Put down the weapon in your hand!" The other party was holding an assault rifle with a short barrel, pointing the black muzzle at the adjutant, without letting down his guard at all.
The adjutant knew that there was actually no bullet in his pistol. He had just fired all his bullets at the killer who rushed in, and now the magazine of his pistol was empty.
So he threw the gun out of his hand very wisely, and then continued to cry loudly: "Quick! He is General Feng Kezhi! He has been shot! Save him quickly!"
The soldier moved out of the way, and another soldier came in from outside the door. The two separated and scanned the room warily.
The third person who came in was a man who looked like a squad leader. He put down the assault rifle in his hand, walked around the table, kicked away the exquisite pistol in Funk's hand, and after confirming the safety, he knelt down on one knee.
Come down.
Looking at the gunshot wound on Feng Kezhi's body, his expression was serious: "He bled a lot, and the gunshot wound was very serious."
"Save him, he is General Feng Kezhi! He is a very important general! If you rescue him, it will be of use." The adjutant did not care so much anymore and directly revealed his identity, trying to make these people who did not know their origins
people saved Feng Kezhi’s life.
Although he didn't know where these people came from, judging from their behavior when they entered the house, they were not here to kill Feng Kezhi, so he could only grasp this last life-saving straw.
"Medicine! Medic!" The squad leader raised his head and shouted loudly to the door. The two soldiers at the door also shouted, and soon a soldier carrying a huge bag ran into the room.
Unlike other soldiers, his weapon is a pitch-black submachine gun that has never been seen on the front line. The magazine is very thin, and its appearance characteristics can be easily distinguished from the Type 56 assault rifle.
Compared with other soldiers who had a pistol on their waist, this soldier who came in later was not equipped with a pistol. It seemed that the weapons had been streamlined a lot.
He ran all the way to Feng Kezhi's side, knelt down on one knee and immediately reached out to touch the bleeding hole in Feng Kezhi's abdomen: "The liver was not injured... very lucky..."
Red blood was flowing on his fingertips, but this ordinary-looking soldier was actually very calm. As if he had been used to life and death for a long time, his fingers were groping for the holes in Feng Kezhi's body.
No hesitation.
This scene made Feng Kezhi's adjutant turn pale. Although he usually considered himself a good man, he had never seen such a tragic scene.
"The bullet did not penetrate, there was no wound behind..." As if talking to himself, the medical soldier took out a special tourniquet package from his side pocket: "Tear it open for me.
"
He handed the tourniquet to the captain, and then the hand that had been groping in the wound took out an irregularly shaped bullet from Feng Kezhi's abdominal cavity.
Handing the bullet to the stunned adjutant, the Tang Army medical soldier said without raising his head: "Keep it as a souvenir and show it to him when he wakes up... This is not a Type 56 bullet.
Ah, you didn’t hit this person? What are you doing?”
As he spoke, he took the gauze from the captain's hand. He didn't mind it being dirty, so he pressed the messy tourniquet on Feng Kezhi's wound with his bloody hands: "The intestines may have been penetrated, and the abdominal cavity may have been punctured."
There is internal bleeding and must be treated as soon as possible..."
"Hold it down for me." He let go of his hand, gave up his position to the team leader, and began to check the bullet hole on Feng Kezhi's chest: "Come here and help me!"
Hearing his shout, a Tang Army soldier at the door immediately rushed over, bent down and asked, "I'm here, what do you need me to do?"
"I need you to carry the stretcher." As he said this, he took off his backpack with his bloody hands, took out some steel pipes from it, spliced them together and put them on camouflage cloth to magically form a stretcher: "He
He's bleeding a lot and needs immediate treatment. If it's too late, it's too late. It's obviously not possible here, so we have to take him away."
"Carry the person onto the stretcher. If possible, call a car... and go back to our field hospital as soon as possible... There is plasma over there, and there are also handy tools." As he said this, he took out another tourniquet and covered it with a tourniquet.
On the wound on Feng Kezhi's chest.
"Quick! Find the car quickly! Call the command center! Tell us that we have found Feng Kezhi and he is injured! He needs medical treatment!" the squad leader immediately ordered.
The soldiers at the door immediately ran out and called for more people to help. They had taken control of the entire command post, and the Dahua officers outside had surrendered.
The outside of the headquarters is filled with yellow smoke, and white sheets and tablecloths are hung everywhere. The Dahua army here has stopped resisting, just like the Dahua troops elsewhere.
…
"Surrender! We surrender!" When they saw a No. 4 tank crushing half of the low wall and revealing its huge body, the Dahua soldiers on the other side of the ruins raised their hands.
The battle in Fengjiang City began to become fragmented. The organized resistance had long since collapsed, and what was left were some small groups of spontaneous troops fighting guerrillas.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But they can no longer decide the outcome of this battle: without logistical support, they will soon run out of ammunition and then lose their combat capability.
Can honestly choose to surrender or be beaten to death.
From time to time, Il-2 attack planes can still be seen circling in the sky. The originally sparse gunfire gradually subsided, and large numbers of surrendered Dahua defenders can be seen everywhere in Fengjiang City.
Some soldiers squatted and sat on the ground in frustration, looking with numb eyes at the Tang troops who were guarding them with weapons.
Some Dahua soldiers were curiously looking at the Tang Army's heavy armored vehicles that they had never had time to observe carefully before.
To be honest, compared to the tanks of the Chinese Army, the tanks of the Tang Army always have an inexplicable sense of beauty.
These No. 4 tanks have been improved many times. There is a circle of iron around the turret, and skirts are hung on both sides of the tank. They have sharp edges and corners and look very handsome.
Seen from a close distance, these Tang grenadiers are not that fierce. They wear nice-looking M35 steel helmets, and are also carrying all kinds of equipment in a mess. They are covered in dust and look embarrassed.
The Type 56 assault rifle that the Dahua soldiers hate so much is hanging on the back of these Tang soldiers. They have pockets for magazines on their chests, bayonets, water bottles, and food hanging on their armed belts.
The bag also comes with an engineering shovel.
The most mouth-watering thing is the food bag of the Tang army soldiers. As all Dahua soldiers know, it is filled with all kinds of delicious food just like the treasure bag.
Tang army soldiers generally had canned food and biscuits, as well as instant noodles and candies, as well as chocolate and beef jerky to quickly restore their physical strength.
In recent months, the Tang Army has even begun to distribute tea bags and juice granules to grassroots soldiers. These are high-end goods that even Dahua officers cannot enjoy. They are good things that every Dahua soldier dreams of.
It's a pity that as the war situation continues to worsen, fewer and fewer bodies of Tang Army soldiers can be found. Some of the things that make people drool just by hearing their names are rarely seen by Dahua soldiers.
What is very interesting is that at this moment, many of the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty who were guarding the prisoners had smoking rolls of paper in their mouths. Because the weather had begun to get cold, many of them were still wearing scarves.
The well-informed Dahua veterans know that the smoking thing is called a cigarette. Some people have even tried it, and the smell makes them cough. They don't know why it is so popular among the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty.
Many Tang soldiers also had colorful ribbons hanging on their chest buttons. Naturally, these Dahua prisoners did not know that it was the ribbon of the Order of the White Blade, an honor that many Tang soldiers defended to the death.
A white flag was fluttering in the wind on the city lord's palace in the distance, and soon there were more trucks and more Tang Army soldiers on the street.
No matter how you look at it, this place has been controlled by the Tang Army. The Battle of Fengjiang is over, or... this war is over.
Just when everyone was getting ready to enjoy the peaceful time after the war, a row of military vehicles drove up the street in a mighty manner.
Judging from the direction, these military vehicles were heading to the southern part of Fengjiang City, which was previously controlled by the Tang Army. The vehicles were flying the dragon flag of the Tang Dynasty, and the one leading the way was actually an armored reconnaissance vehicle.
"Hey! You're driving so fast, why are you rushing to reincarnate?" An officer leaning on the tank fanned the rolling dust in front of him with his hand, and squinted his eyes in the direction of the convoy's retreat.
"I don't know which unit it belongs to. Isn't the armored reconnaissance vehicle in front of it from the 9th Army Headquarters Reconnaissance Battalion?" The commander of the vehicle next door came over and leaned against the skirt of the tank: "I heard that we will also move this place
Give it back to the Great China Empire?"
"I don't know, I heard, right? This is nothing that I can do. We just wait until we get home from the holidays." He lit a cigarette for himself and looked at Tang Jun who was lining up across the road.
Grenadier, the officer sighed twice and spat out the dust in his mouth.
For them, a piece of good news is enough. The war is over, and they no longer need to continue attacking westward. They no longer need to brave artillery fire to drive tanks, or run over trenches and charge forward. It is enough.
"In my beautiful hometown, there is a good girl! Her little pink face is like the red sun, and her beautiful eyes are like the bright moon at night!" The soldiers of the Tang Army who were sitting on the side of the road holding their weapons and resting began to hum.
Sing a song.
Many people started humming along, everyone knew...this war is over, and everyone is looking forward to the true arrival of peace.
Groups of Dahua soldiers began to move westward under the supervision of Tang army soldiers. They were excited because they already knew that they were going to be returned to the Dahua Empire and that they would return to their hometown and survive.
Be around your own family.
Too many people died in this war. Being able to live to see the end of the war was a relief for these grassroots officers and soldiers who suffered so much on the battlefield.
The Dahua commanders who were allowed to bear arms displayed a noble demeanor. They carried out His Majesty the Emperor's final orders, and they were not responsible for the final humiliating chaos.
Even after returning, they may receive rewards, be promoted to higher-ranking officers, and become popular people in front of the emperor.
Therefore, their eyes were bright and they even had smiles on their faces. It was not obvious at all that they were defeated prisoners, standing beside a group of victors.
The Tang officers standing next to these Dahua officers were also extremely happy. They had accomplished strategic goals that they had never dared to imagine before, and achieved a comprehensive victory in the war against the Dahua Empire.
Along the way, they captured Wangchun City, Tengyun, Nanfengkou, and the southern oil fields... They also captured the northern plain of Chu State and Fengjiang River.
They are the winners of this war, so they have the right to be happy. They have the right to stand beside Dahua officers and look down at the ant-like Dahua prisoners with their chins raised.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "This is the third 10,000 people!" Standing on an off-road vehicle, the division commander of the Tang Army clasped his hands behind his back and rubbed his fingers behind him
His white gloves, he said to General Dahua who was standing next to his car.
This general was not a prisoner, but a general sent by the Great China Empire to receive the prisoners back home. He was very cautious, and when he heard what the enemy general behind him said, he immediately echoed: "That's right, it's the third 10,000 people.
"
"According to the agreement, we have to return 130,000 prisoners in Fengjiang City. This is the final number and no mistakes can be made." The division commander of the Tang Army continued as he watched his men command another group of Dahua prisoners to cross the checkpoint.
.
"You are right." Dahua's general continued to agree: "Thank you for your generosity. I hope there will be no more misunderstandings between our two countries, and may peace last forever."
If you lose, I hope peace will last forever. If you win, you will dig my ancestral grave! The division commander of Datang curled his lips in disdain and continued to overlook the almost endless Dahua soldiers passing by his jeep.
In front of the checkpoint, the soldier in charge of statistics was sorting out the forms in his hands. He was surrounded by soldiers carrying weapons and reporters who kept clicking the shutter of their cameras.
The war is finally over, and this good news will naturally be recorded. The Tang State will also actively promote its own civilization: returning a large number of captives can be regarded as a moral benchmark.
Under the great publicity, the fact that there are still more than 300,000 goblin slaves and more than 600,000 Dahua captive laborers in the Tang Kingdom is no longer so dazzling.
"Before I come here, His Majesty the Emperor of our country, please confirm a piece of news. Is it true that General Feng Kezhi of our country... was unfortunately killed in battle?" After a long silence, it seemed that neither of them could be seen.
When the queue of prisoners at the end was attracted, the general of the Great China Empire suddenly asked.
Datang's division commander responded fluently: "Yes, our soldiers rushed into General Feng Kezhi's headquarters and found that he was dead."
As if he breathed a sigh of relief, the Dahua general's tone was full of excitement: "That's such a shame. I heard... he committed suicide?"
Feng Kezhi's death is naturally great news. If you take this news back to the Great China Empire, His Majesty the Emperor will definitely be overjoyed.
In a sense, Feng Kezhi's death made the failure of the war against the Tang Dynasty no longer so sad for Zhao Kai, the emperor of the Great China Empire.
But although Feng Kezhi was indeed dead, the cause of his death was that he was shot twice and was assassinated before the arrival of the Tang army. It wouldn't be nice to spread the news, wouldn't it?
That's why the Dahua general asked tentatively, hoping that Tang Guo would help make Feng Kezhi's death a decent death.
The Tang commander's face was filled with a contemptuous smile, but he finally said: "It is true, as the general said, General Feng Kezhi is loyal and loyal, and does not want to insult the kindness of His Majesty the Emperor of your country.
Before our army broke through his headquarters, he raised his gun and committed suicide."
"So... very good." After hearing the answer from Tang Guo, he stopped pretending. The general of Dahua said with joy, "The emperor of our country will also be deeply pleased."
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In a well-maintained building in Fengjiang City, the spacious floor-to-ceiling windows let in bright sunlight, and on the clean bed, Feng Kezhi slowly opened his eyes.
"Hiss..." He could feel the pain coming from his chest and abdomen. Just as he was about to struggle to sit up, the wound became even more painful, causing him to take a deep breath subconsciously.
The man who was sitting on the bedside holding a book "The Impact of Advances in Infantry Communication Technology" was fascinated when he heard the noise, he raised his head and said with a smile: "Are you awake?"
"I...how long have I been unconscious?" Feng Kezhi looked at the other person and saw that the other person had curly hair that was not black, and a face that was obviously not Chinese.
Closing the book and putting it on the bedside table, the man from the Eastern Continent replied: "Three days, you were in a coma for three days. You are in good health. The doctors said that if you were an ordinary person, you might be dead, but you
Got through it.”
"It's better to die." Feng Kezhi moved his eyes away and looked out the window. There was no good scenery there, only ruins.
Not all houses will survive an urban street battle, especially in a city like Toyue where many buildings are made of wood.
The building outside the window was hit by artillery shells and turned into ruins, with only a few wooden pillars and a corner remaining on the ruins.
This is the first floor. You can see the ruins opposite, which proves that the courtyard wall outside this room has also collapsed. Feng Kezhi looked at the ruins in front of him and waited silently for the man behind him to speak.
"It's a good thing to be alive." Burton, who was sitting next to Feng Kezhi's bed, crossed his legs and told the nurse on standby outside the door: "He's awake. Prepare some food and follow your rules."
"Who are you?" Feng Kezhi turned his head again.
"My name is Bolton." Bolton simply introduced himself. In fact, he really didn't need to introduce himself in too much detail. The name Bolton was a household name in Dorne, and it was definitely well-known in the Great China Empire.
Feng Kezhi studied many generals of the Tang Dynasty, and Burton and Strauss were definitely the subjects of his research.
"I've heard about your name for a long time." Feng Kezhi forced out a painful smile: "I didn't expect to see you in person."
"I didn't expect to meet the Great General Feng Kezhi of the Great China Empire so soon." Bolton was not arrogant: "We have never known each other before we started fighting."
"Indeed." Feng Kezhi agreed with Bolton's statement, and then asked a question that made him a little nervous: "Why...why do you want to save me?"
"In fact, we did not save you, Mr. Feng Kezhi. According to the official record, you are already dead. We announced the news of your suicide to the outside world, and the Dahua Empire also agreed with this statement." Bolton looked into Feng Kezhi's eyes.
, said in a relatively relaxed tone: "Now the deceased General Feng Kezhi has been extremely mournful and has become the loyal and brave Duke of Great China who is respected by thousands of people in the Great China Empire."
"Loyalty... bravery... is really... ironic." Feng Kezhi's expression became more exciting, with self-deprecation in his frustration, and laughter in his bitterness.
"You are the Duke of the country anyway, don't be so sad." Bolton is not very good at comforting others: "You can change your name now. Anyway, you can't get out of bed for the time being. Why don't you think carefully and choose a good name for yourself?
.”
"Okay." Feng Kezhi agreed directly without being pretentious.
Bolton was stunned for a moment, then grinned: "You are very interesting. After recovering from your injuries, our...His Majesty the Emperor still wants to see you."
"Emperor?" Feng Kezhi muttered before reacting - the Tang Kingdom became the victorious country this time, so it was only natural that the Tang Kingdom would become the Tang Empire.
Then, Tang Mo, the king of the Tang Kingdom who they had always called a traitor, would naturally become His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Empire, respected by thousands of people.
"Okay!" Feng Kezhi nodded as loudly as he could.
"Then you can recover well! I won't disturb you. Mr. Feng..." Bolton stood up and reached for the book "The Impact of Advances in Infantry Communication Technology" on the bedside table.
"Can you leave this book for me to read?" Feng Kezhi suddenly said.
Bolton was stunned for a moment, then withdrew his hand: "Okay! That's a new version of the textbook. I hope Mr. Feng will evaluate it after reading it."
"I don't dare, I just want to see how I lost." Feng Kezhi explained to Bolton: "I'm very curious, I really want to know, otherwise I will never feel at ease in my life..."
