On August 7th, around 11 pm,

"Lao Hu, what should we do next?"

Waving his palm, he slapped one to death and tried to pounce on his left arm, and a big-headed fly that was still bleeding from the gauze, which was a bit heavy.

Yang Dongli couldn't help it in silence, and asked Hu Biao this question.

That’s right! With the gunshots inside and outside the city, it has suddenly become so quiet since the evening.

In such a precious twenty or thirty minutes before crossing, I had already checked the development of the historical line of the Hengyang Defense Battle, and the members of the Zhongzhou team.

Of course, soon after, I figured out what happened.

Damn! With their joining, such a defense battle, although more Japanese were killed; because the city defense fortifications were even better, many places did have been guarded for a few more days.

There are still hundreds to a thousand wounded people who may have survived because they have received more proper treatment.

But under the siege, Hengyang City, was like jumping into a large ship leaking water, blocking one or two leaking outlets.

The final sinking of such a large ship will not have a fundamental result.

No wonder, in their series of actions, the system guy has been as steady as an old dog; he lets them keep trying, and there is no intention of stopping it.

It turns out that they have long concluded that their actions will not have a fundamental impact on the development of the final result.

More importantly, just around 10 o'clock in the evening, they received a call from the military headquarters.

The phone call was called by General Fang himself. During the phone call, he not only explained to Hu Biao the plan to surrender to the Japanese in exchange for such a group of hardships in the city.

And he also told Yuyoshi Yokoyama that he hoped to see Hu Biao and his men's request at the surrender ceremony tomorrow evening.

By the way! Faced with such a request, Hu Biao did not reply on the spot, but only said that he was considering it.

So, after hanging up the phone, the Zhongzhou team added the rest of the regiment to breathe, and sat around the position together.

Silently smoking the cigarettes that were searched for from the dead Japanese in the last battle.

If you sit like this, an hour will pass quickly.

The reason for making them so silent is this: First of all, Hu Biao and others will definitely not go to the surrender ceremony.

He thought he was so big of a face, and he thought that such a group of old men could go and support him.

Of course, the biggest reason why Hu Biao and the others didn't go to the ritual was because if they really wanted to go like this, because the system interfered, it was impossible to take the opportunity to kill Hengshan Yong.

Maybe it's even good, because you give up your position before 8 o'clock in the evening and even the mission will fail.

So these people have made up their minds and will never go to the ceremony to meet Yokoyama Yong, and will not admit to the Japanese that they would surrender.

Then, a new question arose.

Even if General Fang of the 10th Army should be able to help delay, they would have a while before the mission ended after the brief ceremony.

During this period, wouldn't they face the full-strength attack of the 11th Army of the Japanese?

So in this way, can they make a fake surrender and wait for such a period of time before talking about it?

The problem is that when everyone in Zhongzhou team thought of the fact that they wanted to surrender to the Japanese, even if they were fake surrender, they were still very unhappy.

So much so that after the meeting said that someone tactfully put forward such a suggestion.

Suddenly, everyone became silent. In the dark cigarette butts, there were only two words in everyone's eyes:

Unwilling, frustrated...

*******

After Yang Dongli asked the question, Hu Biao, who had been thinking for a while, threw a cigarette butt on the ground.

Even because of the anger in my heart, I was too lazy to pick up the precious cigarette butt of the past.

Then, he cursed fiercely in his mouth: "Surrender to me, I can be killed in this life, but I will never surrender even if I don't want to surrender."

But after saying this, this guy seemed to be thinking about something, and said helplessly:

"Of course! Such a decision is very important. Maybe people who could have lived a frustrated life will die in battle. So the old rule is to raise your hands to vote on whether to surrender or not, and whoever side listens to the other side.

By the way, all the supplementary teams can breathe, and they can raise their hands to participate in such a vote."

In response to Hu Biao, he added that everyone in the Zhongzhou team had no objection to the point that everyone in the supplementary group could participate in the voting.

Nothing else, for these brothers who lived and died with them for several days, they were fully qualified to participate in such an important decision.

Then after about a minute of silence, the swordsman raised his hand.

Seeing this, Hu Biao sighed silently in his heart.

The main reason is that when the swordsmen teleported over this time, they seemed to be a little wrong. It seemed that they were about to withdraw from their Zhongzhou team.

During this period of mission, Hu Biao also wondered whether he wanted to keep it.

It was just because the battle in the mission was too intense and I didn’t find any good opportunities, so I really didn’t have time to operate it.

However, now, when I saw the swordsman raise his hand first and express his thoughts.

Hu Biao knew that such an adjutant who had been a task for many times, should have made up his mind. It seemed that there was no need to persuade him anymore.

At the same time, Hu Biao was not the only one who saw the swordsman, but something was wrong with him this time.

Many people in the team, such as AT, Yang Dongli, the translator, and even Jason and Bai Xiang, could see it.

For a moment, everyone's thoughts became a little complicated.

Then, under the strange and complicated eyes of a group of people, the swordsman said timidly:

"Brothers, I raise my hand to mean not to surrender, don't get me wrong."

"Damn it! I'm scared to death. I said, "Swordsman, you are a cold kid from Shaanxi Province, don't you look like a man who can bend his knees in front of the Japanese?"

Xu Feng was a little exaggerated, pretending to wipe the cold sweat from his head, and started to quip it.

Then, while the guy's expression became serious, he solemnly raised his arm high and said:

"I don't want to surrender either, it's not OK to be fake~"

Seeing Xu Feng's hands raised high, the translator shook his head helplessly and said:

"Reckless man, don't you know that Han Xin could only achieve such a great achievement after enduring the humiliation under his crotch? Therefore, I don't want to fake surrender to the Japanese~"

Damn! Such a sharp turn made many people's thoughts mess up.

"Why! Such a short Japanese guy is worthy of me bent down in front of them?" The translator explained with a breath when he saw this.

In the following time, one arm after another, which represented a high chance of death in battle, was raised so high.

Not only these people from the Zhongzhou team, but also those veterans.

Finally, under the eager eyes of these people, Hu Biao shook the handle of the old-fashioned field phone again and asked the lineman to call General Fang.

Then, I said myself word by word, it was wrong! It should be the decision of everyone in the supplementary group:

"General Fang, we understand that you have made such a difficult decision to surrender for the sake of the lives of such a brother in the city; but then again, someone will always die with such a city.

So, please leave this to our supplementary group.

In order not to make it difficult for you to do, the supplementary regiment of the 190th Division of the former National Revolutionary Army has officially declared that everyone will withdraw from the army sequence together, from the regiment commander Hu Biao.

Now we are a spontaneous civilian military force. If the Japanese want to completely take down Hengyang City, then step on our bodies, right?”

"Yes, I will try my best to buy you some time so that you can prepare more defenses; and tomorrow morning, a batch of weapons and ammunition will be sent to you.

Don’t think that this batch of supplies is small, as other troops are basically out of ammunition and food now.”

On the other end of the phone, General Fang finished speaking in a normal tone.

But only those around him could see that after hanging up such a phone call, General Fang, the iron-blooded soldier, had tears on his face.

It was not only for Hu Biao and his supplementary group that shed these tears.
Chapter completed!