"go ahead!"

The soldier in a white shirt rushed to the front, and a machine gun in his hand spitted out flames.

A white shirt is the logo!

The group of soldiers behind were completely crazy, ignoring the other party's firepower and kept rushing upwards.

Their purpose is to rush in front of the white shirt and use their lives to ensure the safety of the white shirt.

Anyone can die, but the white shirt cannot die.

Zheng Yong, Major General of the 11th Division of the National Revolutionary Army!

The guards' eyes turned red, and their heads were wrapped in balls of passionate blood.

The masters and ranks are all taking the lead in charge. What else can you do if you can't let go? rush forward!

Even if you die, you will die in front of the master’s seat!

Lin Weidong's eyes were filled with blood, and the machine gun in his hand shot one magazine after another. He never thought that a scholar like himself would do his best to do it.

Feeling so happy, birds read and birds know several languages. On the battlefield, nothing is more precious than machine guns, and nothing is more comfortable than seeing islanders slumped in front of them.

Father, mother, look at your son, watch your son killing islanders. The son did not become a diplomat as you wish, but the son did not embarrass the Lin family.

Big brother and sister, look at your brothers, watch your brothers fight for their lives. Even if your brother dies here today, you can proudly raise your heads in front of anyone!

Xu Yan's eyes were also filled with blood. The machine gun that was originally heavy for him became so light. He never expected that people like him would be here to fight the islanders.

Father, you can open your eyes and see, your son has not insulted your reputation.

Back then, you "recommended the horse and dismissed the horse. The Marquis of Ten Thousand Houses" recovered Outer Mongolia in one fell swoop, and your name and history will last forever.

Now my son is killing the island people here, fighting for the country and the nation. One day, my son will always leave his name in history like you!

Life and death are thrown aside, and everyone has only one goal in their eyes.

Take back the celestial zither and drive out all the island people.

The soldiers of these guards did not know how strategic the celestial zither had, they only knew one thing.

Nianzuizi is his own land! Nianzuizi is our land in China!

No robber can take away his own land from his own hands!

Zheng Yong's hand suddenly shook, and then a pool of blood appeared on the snow-white shirt on his left shoulder, and then it expanded and widened...

I was injured, and I was injured for the first time in this era.

But why don’t I feel the pain? Instead, my nerves in my body become excited?

The roar of the machine gun in his hand became even louder.

His left leg trembled a little again.

The islander has a grudge against me on the left half of my body? I specifically focus on this part of the fight?

A string of flames shone on Zheng Yong's face, which was already blackened by fireworks, and his teeth were gritting. If Chun Ni was here, she would definitely be afraid.

He just held the machine gun, and the muzzle sounded "roughly" and walked towards the position step by step.

Blood flowed down his footsteps, drop by drop, string by string...

Blood Road, this is a road paved with blood!

He saw a warrior rushing up.

, It was Xu Yan the first to rush into the chariot?

This kid actually robbed this result?

A brother who resisted the blue sky and white sun flag fell down.

Just as the battle flag was about to land, a figure rushed up quickly and grabbed the flagpole.

The battle flag continues to flutter in the wind!

The banner will not fall, the morale of the army will not fall!

It's Lin Weidong!

Zheng Yong saw Lin Weidong roaring wildly, threw away the machine gun in his hand, pulled out the box cannon at his waist. He waved the battle flag with one hand and the box cannon with the other, and rushed up bravely.

More and more brothers rushed up.

The island army of the celestial silence was completely stunned by this desperate team!

This group of Chinese soldiers despise everything, even their own lives!

What motivates them to do such a move?

Zheng Yong also rushed up, and his whole body almost turned into a bloody man.

My own, the enemy's blood...

The machine gun overturned two island soldiers rushing up, and Zheng Yong gasped.

It was brought back, and the celestial zi was taken back.

Although the battle on the position continued, Zheng Yong knew that he had taken back the chariot.

The island army began to retreat. This time, the cheering soldiers on the celestial niche position were replaced by Chinese soldiers!

Lin Weidong held the blue sky and white sun flag flying tightly. Since he took the battle flag, he did not let him fall down!

Countless Chinese soldiers waved their guns under the battle flag and cheered to the fullest.

Zheng Yong's gun garrison was at the base, supporting his body and preventing himself from falling down. He wanted to see the cheers of the soldiers with his own eyes!

It hurts, it hurts so fuckingly.

I didn't feel anything just now, but as soon as the gunshot stopped, my shoulders and legs felt burning.

Hell!

Why did the injured soldiers in my era who read books and watched TV were all like iron-clad. No matter what injuries were, they could hold on as long as they wanted, and how could they change themselves?

"Master, we won, we won!"

Xu Yan jumped and rushed to Zheng Yong, shouting excitedly, and then suddenly found that the master seemed to be bleeding.

"Master, are you injured?"

"You are such a fucking genius child. Finally, I was injured when I saw me!" Zheng Yong cursed.

"Does it hurt? Do you want to help you down?" Xu Yan asked again.

Zheng Yong swore that he swore to his conscience that if he had the strength, he would definitely kill this guy with his own hands and then make up for it, no matter how brave he was just now...

On November 30, 20 of the Republic of China, under the leadership of Zheng Yong, the Major General of the 11th Division of the National Revolutionary Army, the guards regained the Nianzuizi position at the cost of more than 60 casualties.

This was a cruel day.

When the battle reached the most intense time, Zheng Yong personally led the guards to attack, and was injured in two places, staining the battlefield with blood.

But his actions also infected all the Fengtian brothers who were struggling to the greatest extent.

The defenders were completely crazy, shooting desperately and throwing grenades desperately. Even when the islanders rushed to the position not far away, some wounded people directly carried explosives and rolled towards the charging island troops without hesitation...

Some positions actually launched a counterattack.

For nothing else, fight back, fight back firmly at a disadvantage!

The blue sky and white sun flags on all positions were flying high, and none of them fell down.

The island army finally gave up the attack.

They began to know that at least today, they could no longer break through the Chinese positions.

These Chinese soldiers guarding the position have turned into wolves, a group of wolves who want to tear the other party's body into pieces even if they don't want their lives...

When Zheng Yong opened his eyes, it was completely dark.

Both wounds were bandaged, but the body still hurts when it moves.

Tired, indescribable fatigue.

Dr. Schneider walked in and saw that he was awake, spread his hands and said.

"General Zheng, I still stick to my opinion. You are an absolute madman."

"Yes, I almost think I am a madman." Zheng Yong's eyes seemed to be looking for something there.

"Are you looking for this?"

Dr. Schneider took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and put it to Zheng Yong's mouth, and then lit it with foreign fire. Then he sat down by the bed beside Zheng Yong, took out a pipe, and took a sip.

"General Zheng, fortunately, neither of the two gunshot wounds hurt the bones, and you will soon be like a normal person."

"Thank you for your hard work, Dr. Schneider." Zheng Yong casually dusted the ashes to the ground.

There are also good things about this era. If you want to change it to your own era, you will be scolded to death by the nurse if you want to smoke in the ward.

But even if there are such rules now, as if I am the commander-in-chief, who else can control me?

Dr. Schneider waved his left hand again and said.

"General Zheng, how long do you think the outside line can hold on?"

"According to the offensive of the island people, I think it can last for at most ten to fifteen days." Zheng Yong thought about it and said first.

"Our soldiers are decreasing a lot every day, and the wounded are increasing every day, which you know more than me. Indeed, we still have some reserve teams, but that's for Fengtian."

Dr. Schneider seemed to be a little confused.

"I'm really surprised that you and your subordinates have done everything they should do, but why has your government still not sent troops yet? I've fought a war. If your government can send troops at this time, I think it's possible to drive out those island monkeys."

Zheng Yong smiled and said that there were some things that this doctor would never understand.
Chapter completed!