Chapter 133 The Lin Family

"Everyone has it, bayonet!"

7 soldiers and 7 bayonets shone together in the afternoon sunshine.

Looking at the islanders who were slowly approaching them, the seven soldiers stood straight like green pine trees.

A heroic death to the country is the only choice for these Chinese soldiers.

As we approach, those islanders have arrived.

Just as the seven Chinese soldiers were preparing to fight, fierce machine guns suddenly sounded from the side of the islanders.

As the gunfire sounded, the soldiers of the island countries fell to the ground one by one.

Xing Yachuang saw clearly that several chariots flying with blue sky and white sun were shooting at the island people with machine guns on it.

After dealing with this small group of island soldiers, the chariot in front drove to Xing Yachuang, the cover of the cabin was opened, and the first sentence that Liu Xiaolong came out of it was.

"Xing Yachuang, pay back my money quickly!"

At around 2 p.m. on October 24, 20 of the Republic of China, the position of the left-wing Saito Squadron of the 38th Island Country Brigade was broken through across the board.

At 3:30, the battle ended.

Saito Keiji, commander of the Saito Squadron of the Island Army, was killed, and 179 officers and soldiers in his army were killed in battle, none of which were captured.

92 people were killed, 71 people were injured, and 3 people were missing.

With the breakthrough of the left wing, Tao Ping quickly commanded the troops to continue to attack to relieve the pressure on the front line of defense and strive to severely damage the 38th Brigade...

"Oh, Saito Squadron lost contact, that means he may have been loyal to the empire."

After turning a page of the book, Guangyuan responded slowly and asked.

“What is the frontal battle?”

"We have suffered heavy casualties, but the Chinese are also very heavy."

"That's when no one takes advantage."

Guangyuan Yiciro said while looking through the book.

"I played a draw, it seems that some commanders who underestimated the Chinese. If this continues, both sides will suffer. I think I will read books in the Chinese prisoner-of-war camp."

Guangyuan smiled at me.

"As soon as orders to withdraw from the battlefield, the planes continue to increase the bombing efforts!"

"So what should we do with our left wing? The army that rushed in from China is continuing to move forward!"

"We have retreated, and the Chinese will naturally not move forward again." Guangyuan Yicilang put down his book and stood up: "What is the name of that Chinese commander?"

"Zheng Yong!"

"Zheng Yong, Zheng Yong." Guangyuan recited this name several times.

"A good opponent, I really want to meet this person now, really..."

"I really want to meet the commander of that island man now."

Almost at the same time, Zheng Yong, who finally let go of his heart, said as he looked at the retreating island army in an orderly manner.

"When he first took office, we all thought he was a reckless commander who only knew how to fight, but we were all wrong. The frontal position was almost broken through. If Tao Ping, then the battle would end two hours later..."

Everyone can do such a thing by trading a squadron for victory.

But Guangyuan Yicilang did so cleanly and so hard.

On the first day of his tenure, he ordered the 38th Brigade to launch an attack desperately, confusing his opponents with his superficial illusion, in order to fight in the future.

He almost almost succeeded. He was just a little bit away.

However, Guangyuan Yiciro also did not expect that his opponent would go all the way and gather most of the main forces on the left-wing battlefield.

If Guangyuan Yicilang could have thought of it in advance, then he would definitely put all his troops in at one time at any cost, even if he charges himself.

But there is never two words on the battlefield...

The tragic Second Fengtian War is over.

In this service, more than 600 Chinese soldiers were injured and killed, and the island army also suffered corresponding losses. Neither side achieved the pre-set strategic vision.

In a short period of time, both Fengtian and the 38th Brigade of the island country lost the power to continue fighting.

The only thing that made Fengtian worried was that the front-line combat troops were fighting less and less, and the newly recruited soldiers could not be involved in the battle as soon as possible...

News of the Second Battle of Fengtian spread again.

"Fengtian Second Victory"!

The people will not care about the casualties between the two sides. The only thing they care about is that they have killed and injured nearly a thousand Japanese invaders.

This is a brilliant victory achieved by the Chinese army!

But they would think, will Fengtian, who is fighting alone, last until when?

"Sell cigarettes, sell cigarettes!"

"Get me a pack of 'Old Knife' cards."

"Sir, you should buy patriotic cigarettes."

"Patriotic cigarette, what is patriotic cigarette?"

"Look, sir, this is the 'Fengtian' card, this is the 'Great Victory' card, and this is the best seller, this cigarette, the 'Zheng Yong' card! These are all patriotic cigarettes!"

"The 'Zheng Yong' brand is Zheng Yong, the commander of Fengtian? Okay, let me get a pack."

Lin Weidong lit a cigarette and slowly spit out a cigarette ring. To be honest, the cigarette tasted really not very good.

These businessmen are really good at doing business and actually created a cigarette called "Zheng Yong" brand, and even marked the name of Patriotic cigarette with a high-sounding sound.

When I returned to Fengtian, I brought a few more packs and let my brothers try the "taste" of the commander.

This time, from Fengtian to Nanjing, it was really mysterious along the way. I was almost caught by the islanders several times. My brothers who accompanied me as bodyguards were also killed in order to protect themselves.

Finally, I came here safely.

This is completely different from Fengtian, which is connected to the artillery fire.

Nanjing, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, and the land of gold and powder. Although it is a little worse than Shanghai, where foreigners can be seen everywhere, it is much stronger than Fengtian in the war.

I carried the box in my hand, which contained heavy gold bars. I would rather die than let the box be lost. This box means the lives of the soldiers and civilians in Fengtian City.

He walked to a foreign building and rang the doorbell in front of the door.

After waiting for a while, a small door on the door was opened. When the person who opened the door saw the visitors were dressed normally, he frowned and said, "Did you make an appointment? My master usually doesn't see guests!"

"Uncle Fu, it's me, the second young master."

"Second, Second Young Master?"

The door was opened soon, and Uncle Fu stared blankly at the person in front of him, Second Young Master?

After watching for a while, Uncle Fu slapped his thigh and said.

"Oh, it's really the second young master. I can't recognize you after you've been out for so long!"

"The second young master is back! The second young master is back, master, madam!"

Uncle Fu shouted loudly while leading the way for Lin Weidong.

After a while, the entire Lin family members arrived in the garden. At the front was a wealthy middle-aged woman. She grabbed Lin Weidong and watched it for a long time, then suddenly burst into tears.

"Zhengyuan, my Zhengyuan, you little beast, why hasn't there been any news for so long after going to the West? I asked someone to inquire about your news, but it turned out that you were back long ago, and I thought something happened to you on the way..."

"Mom, am I alive well?" Lin Weidong comforted with a smile. When he looked up, he saw his father appearing in front of him. He hurriedly let go of his mother and stepped forward and saluted respectfully.

"Father, my unfilial son is back."

"Yeah, come in and talk about it."

Seeing that his son was back and dressed so poorly, Lin's mother was both happy and sad. She hurriedly arranged to get bath water for the second young master, and told Uncle Fu to go outside to order a table of dishes and to make up for the second young master well.

After Zhang Luo got these things up, he returned to the living room. Seeing that her husband was so stern, his son didn't say anything, just thinking that something big had happened. Before he could ask, Lin's father angrily pointed at Lin Weidong and cursed.

"You, ask what good things this beast has done!"

"Zhengyuan, what trouble did you make outside? You make your father so angry. You should pay your father a good compensation."

"Mom, my son did nothing wrong." Lin Weidong said with a smile.

"After my son returned from France, he went directly to the Northeast and participated in the Fengtian Blood Battle."

"Brother, brother, you're back!"

Before Lin's shocked mother could speak, a girl's voice had already heard from outside. Then a 17-8-year-old girl rushed in with a gust of wind, grabbed Lin Weidong's hand, blinked her eyes and asked impatiently.

"Brother, have you really participated in the Fengtian Victory?"

“Yes, I’ve attended.”

Lin Weidong nodded: "But that great victory was exchanged for the lives of countless brothers."

"You, your child, you..."

Lin's mother's face was so angry that she pointed at her son and it took her a long time to speak.

"You actually ran to Fengtian. When you fight, you're going to die!"
Chapter completed!