Chapter 173: Lots and Little People

The conference room was quiet.

The telegrams from the government have been passed down one by one according to the officers' hands.

In fact, the officers have long been mentally prepared for such things. The ending of keeping the letter Fengtian is nothing more than two, one is to die with the city, and the other is to wait for an opportunity to break through.

But when this day really comes, they feel really uncomfortable.

After all, they have been here for so long...

Zheng Yong looked at Tao Ping. Tao Ping, who was already prepared, stood up, cleared his throat and said his breakthrough plan that had been formulated.

Everyone was listening quietly, no one interrupted, and no one asked a question. Since it had already arrived, let it happen.

"This is the general plan for breaking through." Tao Ping said silently: "But a regiment needs to be left in Fengtian to cover the retreat of the main force."

Silence, long silence in the war room.

Everyone knows what the group I left behind means.

"I'll stay." Situ Tianrui said in a muffled voice.

"I'd better stay. Anyway, my legs are not very sharp. I'm afraid I will implicate you..." Tiedingguo lit a cigarette.

"This is not a good thing, what can I fight for?" Ouyang Ping smiled strangely.

"I can see that it's okay to touch the lot. Any ancestor who doesn't accumulate virtue will stay if it's touched."

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and quickly said, "I won't participate, I'll prepare a lot for you."

"This is a good method, no one has to fight for it, it's a life of death." Zheng Yong forced a smile: "Except Ouyang Ping, all the officers present want to participate, and I will touch it too."

"You don't need a master's seat, you are a master's seat..."

Zheng Yong waved his hand: "The division seat is also an officer, the same..."

After waiting for a while, Ouyang Ping brought a rice box and covered it with a black cloth. After hesitating, he said, "Master, you are the commander, come first. The one with the word "leave" is written..."

Everyone knows that if you touch it first, the probability of leaving it will be greatly reduced.

However, no one has any complaints. After all, no matter how low the probability is, it will be able to get involved. Moreover, it is enough for the Master to participate in the role of the Supreme City Defense Chief of Fengtian, which is enough.

Zheng Yong reached out his hand and took out a folded note, which slowly opened.

"Keep"!

A low scream came to the conference room, and such a small probability was touched by the teacher's seat?

Ouyang Ping looked at Zheng Yong, and afterwards he let out a long sigh, holding the wooden box and slowly walked out...

"The Battle of Fengtian's Defense has started because of me. It seems that God wants me to stay, too?"

Zheng Yong laughed instead.

"Okay, this is God's will, no one will fight. I order that Tao Ping is fully commanded when breaking through, Tao Ping is killed by Tieding Kingdom, and Tieding Kingdom is killed by Situ Tianrui..."

“Master’s seat…”

Zheng Yong waved his hand and interrupted Zheng Wengen who wanted to speak.

"This matter is decided, let's talk about some festive things. My teacher decided to get married. As for the day, I think it's scheduled to be on the eve of the breakthrough. We are also happy!"

With a "boom", the headquarters suddenly felt like it was blown up, and the sad atmosphere just now was diluted a lot.

"Teacher, who is the bride?"

"Who else, it must be Chunni."

"Our teacher has a conscience, Chunni is such a good girl."

It was so chaotic that I forgot everything I wanted to say just now.

It seems that Chunni is really popular, and so many people like her.

"Silent! Silent!"

Tao Ping finally calmed down after he was able to speak out.

"I announce that the Teacher's Wedding Preparation Command has been established, and I will serve as the wedding commander-in-chief!"

The officers almost spurted out, what is the "Trial Wedding Preparation Command"?

Finally, I escaped from the chaotic headquarters and walked out. The moonlight outside spread on the ground, soft, as if on this night, the war was very far away from Fengtian.

A figure stood up in the distance, looked around, and then quickly disappeared into the moonlight.

It seems to be Ouyang Ping?

Zheng Yong quietly walked to the place where Ouyang Ping was just now. It was a ditch with some paper strips floating on it, slowly moving forward in the direction of the water flow.

Zheng Yong picked up a few pieces and spread them out carefully. There was a word on each piece of paper.

"Keep"!

Zheng Yong finally understood why Ouyang Ping did not participate in the draw of lots, why Ouyang Ping took the initiative to prepare to draw lots, and why Ouyang Ping wanted to be the first to let himself catch it.

Because what I must have caught is "stay".

But why did Ouyang Ping do this?

"No, because you have to be the last one to go."

Seeing the note Zheng Yong put in front of him, Ouyang Ping looked unsatisfied at all.

"You are the throne of the 11th Division and the soul of Fengtian. If you want to leave, you can only be the last one to leave!"

He poured himself a glass of wine. It was rare for this man to drink. He drank all the wine in the cup in one sip, and his expression seemed very calm.

"When you captured Beidaying, you rushed to the first one; when you died, you still rushed to the first one. What are you? The soul of our 11th Division, in the eyes of the people, you are a hero. You have thought about what everyone will think after you leave Fengtian first? But if you want to survive, you will be our military soul from now on..."

Zheng Yong sat down in front of him, took his cup, poured himself a cup and drank it.

"Do you know what it means to stay here? If I die in battle, nothing you say means."

Ouyang Ping smiled sarcastically.

"If you die, I promise to lose no loss to the future. I am a little man, and you are also a little man. The 11th Division will also have a master seat, a master seat, a master seat, a master seat, a master seat, a master seat, a master seat, a master seat...

In the newspaper, the government will vigorously promote your merits and praise you as a national hero and the soul of fighting the enemy. Then when we fight with the islanders again, we will definitely shout, "For the sake of the teacher, move forward!".

But what if you don’t die? The 11th Division is your 11th Division, your 11th Division alone. The officers and soldiers will not obey the government’s orders, but will not obey your orders. Because you charge forward, because you are the last one to leave the battlefield! Your words are an imperial edict for the officers and soldiers. If you let them die, they will never want to survive!"

"Crazy people, everyone says I am a lunatic, but you are even more lunatic than me!"

Zheng Yong murmured with a wry smile, shaking his head.

This person is crazy. Is he doing his own good or thinking of ways to harm him?

But he said something right.

Everyone here is a little person, and the government will not shed a single tear if no one dies!

Then their photos will be hung high and receive a hypocritical memorial on the day of the memorial service.

Then?

There is no more, and then they will be forgotten by the officials...

At most, during the meal, an official would raise his glass and say sadly.

"Cheer to the Commander Zheng and the officers and soldiers who died in Fengtian."

Funny, Zheng Yong thinks it’s funny when he thinks about it.

Perhaps the only ones who really remember me are the veterans who survived from Fengtian in the 11th Division.

Well, if I can keep this spirit of not fearing death, or the military spirit mentioned by Ouyang Ping forever in the hearts of all the officers and soldiers of the 11th Division, then everything I die is worth it.

"I swear!"

Zheng Yong said to Ouyang Ping very seriously.

"Let me listen to every word and every word carefully. If I can survive, I swear I will definitely shoot you with my own hands!"

Ouyang Ping smiled indifferently.

"Maybe, I was dead by then."

Zheng Yong suddenly laughed, and he grabbed the wine pot in front of Ouyang Ping and took a big mouthful.

This bastard is really not a human being, but what this bastard said makes sense. If he doesn't die, he will be the military spirit of the 11th Division.

"You said, once China and the island nations fight, can we survive until the end of the war?"

When Ouyang Ping said this, he showed a rare seriousness.

"I don't know if I can, but I promise you can." Zheng Yong said in a strange tone that Ouyang Ping always likes.

"The charge has always come later. If a person like you died long ago, what's the truth? Are you right? "

Ouyang Ping finally laughed out loud.

"But I can assure you that if you die in Fengtian this time, I will definitely be the first to fight with the islanders."

"What if I was unfortunately alive?" Zheng Yong rubbed his nose, and laughed and poured another glass of wine.
Chapter completed!