"There is a fire point there!"

"Pull it!" Cheng Hong, who was already a little depressed, said coldly.

This is a firepower point guarded by only one team of Japanese devils. With just one assault, all the Japanese devils in the team will be wiped out.

Cheng Hong kicked the corpses of the Japanese and smiled contemptuously. Although he was no longer in the 111th Division, the military spirit of the 111th Division was still brought to the 87th Division by him.

No matter where the officers and soldiers of the 111th Division go, this kind of military spirit will never be lost.

Suddenly, the gunshots rang, Cheng Hong staggered and stood firm in front of him.

He turned his head and looked at it, and saw the angry soldiers stabbing bayonets at a Japanese devil. It was the Japanese who pretended to be dead and then secretly fired a shot.

Blood flowed out of his heart, Cheng Hong smiled, then sighed heavily, and slowly sat on the ground.

I feel a little chilled when I feel cold.

Cheng Hong shivered and wanted to get the wine, but the kettle was too far away from him, and the wine in the kettle was probably already sprinkled. Cheng Hong gave up this idea with a wry smile.

He took out a pack of cigarette from his pocket tremblingly, lit the cigarette tremblingly, took a sip, and blew out a thick cigarette.

I have been fighting for more than ten years, and I have been fighting here since I was Sayamazui. Are you going to die here today?

I'm tired, really tired, it's good if I die. At least I won't have to worry so much again. People who are just in their early thirties already have white hair.

But I really can't let go of my own troops and my brothers.

Just a few days ago, the brothers were drinking together.

"Master's seat!Master's seat!"

His adjutant came over with several officers stumbled over, and everything in front of them completely shocked them.

The teacher's chest was covered with blood, and it was still coming out "thump".

The officers were helpless and wanted to help him stop the bleeding, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not stop it.

“It’s useless, it’s useless…”

Cheng Hong murmured, shaking his head slightly with a wry smile.

"After my death, Brigade Commander Yue was responsible for taking over the command and immediately sent the news to the General Command, requesting that the officer be appointed as the commander of the 87th Division be immediately assigned. At the same time, our headquarters should continue to make rapid assaults and complete the orders of the General Command."

Several officers nodded vigorously, holding back their tears.

Cheng Hong smoked a big gulp: "Tell me the commander-in-chief that I want to leave first. It's not that I want to be lazy, but I'm really tired, I'm really tired. If I have the chance in my next life, I will follow the commander-in-chief..."

His eyes became blurred, and he didn't know that the smoke fell to the ground, and he kept talking softly.

"Sashanzuizi, Fengtian, Northeast China... take me back and help me beg those old brothers, take me back. I really want to go back... bury my ashes in Sashanzuizi, I want to go home..."

His voice gradually fell down, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he sang softly.

"Arise, brothers, it's time. We will fight back against the island robbers..."

He sang the military song of the Sixth Army when the bloody battle in Shanghai.

This military song has always inspired them to move forward bravely and fight the island army until the last moment.

Cheng Hong did it, and he was worthy of the military uniform he wore.

Gradually the sound disappeared, Cheng Hong closed his eyes with a smile.

"Get up, brothers, it's time. We counterattack the robbers of the island country... Get up! Brothers, it's time. Stepping on the blood of the martyrs and aiming at the hearts of the enemy, we will become braver and braver as we fight. The war of resistance will surely win! Kill! Save the country and succeed! Kill!! Kill!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The officers stood up and surrounded the body of the division seat and sang softly. They wanted to help their division commanders sing this military song. Their voices became louder and louder until the entire battlefield could clearly hear thousands of people singing there...

"Okay, tell all attacking troops that they must not be afraid of casualties, continue to attack, and end the battle within the prescribed time. I have already asked the Supreme Military Commission for you for me!"

Zheng Yong put down the phone and smiled with satisfaction.

"Mr. Wu Hao, the attack was very smooth. Our army has continuously captured the main positions of Japanese pirates. If everything goes well, the battle will end within the specified time. The only thing that worries me now is whether I can catch Tani Suo."

"Congratulations, General Zheng." Wu Hao said with a full face.

"Annihilation of the Sixth Division and the headquarters of the Western Front Island Army will inevitably cause heavy damage to the invading island army again. It is said that General Zheng will not fight, but he will win if he fights. Now it seems that this is not false. The undefeated general will continue to write the legend of the battlefield. General Zheng, once this battle is successfully completed, it will definitely greatly boost our military and civilian determination to fight against the war..."

"Mr. Wu Hao's words are so serious." Zheng Yong said a few humble words, and the phone rang again.

When he walked to the phone, he answered it. After hearing a few words, his smile suddenly disappeared from his face and he was frozen. It took him a long time to say in a trembling voice.

"You, say it again!"

Wu Hao saw Zheng Yong slowly put down the phone, walked slowly to the chair and sat down, took out a cigarette, but after slashing several times, the matches were unable to be cut.

Wu Hao took the match, paddled for him, and came to Zheng Yong.

The smoke was lit, but Zheng Yong did not suck it, allowing wisps of blue smoke to float in the air.

Wu Hao was shocked to see that a drop of tears flowed down from the eyes of the strong commander of the Third War Zone.

"General Zheng, what happened to him?"

Wu Hao sat down beside him.

After not talking for a long time, Zheng Yong buried his head between his legs for a long time before he raised his head and said slowly.

"On September 10, 27th year of the Republic of China, the hero of the anti-enemy, commander of the 87th Division of the National Revolutionary Army, and Major General Cheng Hong, was unfortunately shot in the battle to attack the Japanese pirates on the Western Front and died for his country..."

Wu Hao also stayed there.

He had long heard of the master's name, one of the famous tiger generals under Zheng Yong.

Although his fame is not as bright as Tieding Kingdom, Situ Tianrui, Ouyang Ping, and Tao Ping, he has never disappointed people once he is needed.

The day when the Chinese nation fired the first shot in the War of Resistance Against Japan, Cheng Hong participated in the battle.

He defended Shenyang to the death, attacked the Great Wall, fought bloody battles in Shanghai, and encircled and annihilated the 16th Division and the Guoqi Detachment. He never defeated a single battle. The hero who fought against the enemy, who had been dead for a lifetime, fell down like this today...

Wu Hao could know how sad Zheng Yong was now.

Not long ago, another favorite general, the air hero Liu Yidao, disappeared. Although he was still trying his best to find it, everyone actually knew that the hope of survival was very slim, and now another bad news hit him hard.

"He is thirty-three years old."

Zheng Yong murmured, his eyes full of memories.

"Mr. Wu Hao, do you know? At that time, I was the company commander, and he was the platoon leader. Several of my platoon leaders caused me some trouble all day long, but he was the only one who didn't. He had no other problems except for taking a few sips. Several old brothers were promoted to lieutenant general, but he was still a major general, but he had no complaints at all and was smiling all day long.

I originally thought that after this fight, I would have to let Shangfeng approve him a lieutenant general, but now there is no chance. Xing Yachuang is killed, and now Cheng Hong is also... Mr. Wu Hao, I am sad, I feel really sad. The old brothers have all left one by one, they are lazy, leaving me alone and still here..."

"General Zheng, please beg for the sake of your grief." Wu Hao said in silence for a while.

"You are still General Iron, General Situ, and thousands of compatriots are with you. Anyone can fall down, only you cannot. You are the last commander-in-chief of the Third War Zone!"

Zheng Yong took a breath slowly: "Mr. Wu Hao, I'll ask you something."

"Please tell me, I will help you with any difficult things." Wu Hao nodded vigorously.

"Please, please help me see Cheng Hong, please bring his body back, I'm afraid..."

Zheng Yong's fists were clenched together, trying to control his emotions.

"I'm afraid to see Cheng Hong, I'm really afraid..."

"Don't worry, General Zheng, I will definitely bring General Cheng back." Wu Hao's tone was also a little choked.

Cheng Hong, commander of the 87th Division of the National Revolutionary Army, major general. He joined the army at the age of nineteen, and went from an ordinary soldier to the position of general step by step.

He participated in almost all the battles against island countries so far, and his military achievements were brilliant, and he was nicknamed "Drunk Maniac".

On September 10, 2018, he was killed on the Western Front of the Third War Zone and died at the age of 33.

This is one of the third war zone heroes who fought against the enemy with the 111th Division as the old foundation. After Xing Yachuang, another famous anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-national-death general who died for his country was the biggest loss since the war started in the third war zone.

"Heroes of the Anti-Enemy, the Soul of the Nation".

This is an elegiac couplet written by Mr. Wu Hao himself.

Later, the National Government recognized Cheng Hong as Lieutenant General of the Army. Although he came a little late, he still came...

There will be people who sacrifice, and as the war continues, the sacrifice will only become greater and greater, but this kind of sacrifice must be endured, and it must be endured even if it is swallowed with blood.

Zheng Yong sat blankly for more than ten minutes, but even Wu Hao left without notice.

It came so suddenly that I had no mental preparation before, but the bad news just came.

He finally stood up slowly, walked to the phone in the sad eyes of the staff. He picked up the phone and said slowly in a calm tone.

"I am Zheng Yong, the commander of the 87th Division, Cheng Hong, died for his country. I ordered that the enemy on the Western Front be wiped out without one person missing the net. Those who captured Gu Shoufu alive are national heroes!"
Chapter completed!