Chapter 674: The Day of Decisive Death (Part 1)

May 22, 31st year of the Republic of China.

"Quick, hurry!"

"Doctor, doctor!"

"Come, come!"

"Doctor, where is the fucking doctor dead?"

It was panicked and messed up, and everyone was panicked and messed up.

Several blood-filled soldiers rushed down from the battlefield like crazy, carrying a stretcher.

"Slow down, fuck it slower, don't shake it, shake it again and you'll shake it down!"

A soldier carrying a stretcher shook his hand slightly, and the major leading the team almost shouted at the top of his lungs.

"What's going on, what's going on?"

Du Peng hurried over and looked at the panicked eyes of the soldiers, a bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart and rushed to the stretcher regardless of everything.

My premonition became real.

On the stretcher, the teacher Feng Zhenhua lay quietly there.

Blood was flowing out of the wound uncontrollably, and Feng Zhenhua's face turned pale.

"Hurry, hurry up, send it to me quickly. The fucking orders the doctor to save the division commander!"

At this moment, Du Peng also lost his room and shouted, not knowing what he should do.

How could this happen? How could this happen?

Du Peng grabbed the major's collar and shouted loudly with red eyes:

"Say, tell me the fuck, what the hell is going on?"

The major could no longer bear it and cried out:

"The brigade has already rushed up. The division commander has already rushed up and led us to fight the Japanese. The division commander stabbed several Japanese to death in one breath, but at this moment...

At this moment, a bayonet from the Japanese stabbed the division commander in the chest. The division commander didn’t pay attention, and we didn’t pay attention. We deserve to die, we didn’t protect the division commander!"

Du Peng listened blankly, unable to say a word. Suddenly, he kicked the major to the ground in anger and screamed like crazy:

"Shoot, shoot, shoot all those guards, shoot them all!"

My mind was blank, I didn’t know what to do or what to say, I had no direction and no goal at all, and it really seemed like I had lost everything.

"Commander-in-chief, go and notify the Command-in-chief immediately..."

Finally, Du Peng said something like this.

Zheng Yong almost jogged all the way, followed by Xue Yue and Situ Tianrui.

When they saw Feng Zhenhua, the doctor who was trying his best to rescue him shook his head helplessly.

Zheng Yong adjusted his breathing and slowly walked to Feng Zhenhua.

It was really no longer possible. It was pale and sucked in air, but the stingy air seemed to be unwilling to enter the mouth of this brave Chinese soldier.

"Feng Zhenhua, get up, get up, get up, fuck you get up, you lie down like a coward, coward, do you know? You are the commander of the 111th Division, get up, fuck you continue to command your troops!"

Situ Tianrui rushed to his subordinates and shouted loudly, as if he could wake up by calling like that.

"Feng Zhenhua, wake up, you can't die, there are still many things waiting for you to do." Zheng Yong sat down beside Feng Zhenhua and said word by word.

The Chief's words seemed to awaken Feng Zhenhua in a coma. He actually opened his eyes miraculously. Seeing the commander-in-chief and the commander-in-chief right in front of him, Feng Zhenhua actually smiled slightly:

"Commander-General, Commander, do you know? I just met Lao Xing..."

When Zheng Yong heard Xing Yachuang's name again, he felt nervous: "I know, I know, you are all good like Old Xing, but now your task is to rest, rest, and there is nothing serious about injury."

"Commander-in-chief, it's not possible. I know what's going on with myself. I can't." Feng Zhenhua seemed to be very clear in his mind and spoke very coherently:

"I saw Lao Xing, and he said to me, Lao Feng, why are you still alive now? You have killed enough Japanese devils. Come down quickly, I'm lonely below..."

Tears flowed out of everyone's eyes, but Feng Zhenhua was still saying in a daze:

"I said to Lao Xing, you turtle, you left the army so early, and I was left here alone. You said, "What kind of friend are you, birds."

Old Xing still looked like he was playing and giggling. He said, "Brother, thank you for your hard work. When you come, my buddy will accompany you to drink wine, wine, real French wine, it's delicious..."

His voice became low, but then he tried his best to open his eyes and try to raise his voice, but the sound began to become intermittent:

"Commander-in-chief, the commander... order... don't worry... don't worry... wait until I really see... see Lao Xing, I will help you... scold him... he is lazy... lazy..."

Everyone already knew that he was not good enough. He was just barely controlling himself and would not fall asleep, because Feng Zhenhua himself knew very well that once he fell asleep now, he would never wake up again.

"Commander-General, Commander, don't bury me after I die... I want to watch our army and recover the capital..." Feng Zhenhua said with his last strength.

When he saw the commander-in-chief and the commander nodding vigorously, Feng Zhenhua smiled and smiled happily, knowing that the commander would definitely not lie to him:

"Du Peng can act as a division commander... He is brave in war and is not afraid of death like Lao Xing. He is a man, a man... The 111th Division is handed over to Du Peng, don't worry..."

"Master!" Du Peng, who was on the side, burst into tears.

A man as steel as a man now cries like a tearful person.

"Don't cry, the man will not cry, help me, help me put the national flag in it!"

Feng Zhenhua suddenly sat up without anyone helping him:

"Don't surrender, don't retreat, be united and regain your home!! 111th Division, charge!!"

This is the last sentence Feng Zhenhua left in the world.

Then, his body sat there so straight, and he would not fall even if no one helped him.

No one thinks that Feng Zhenhua has gone, and everyone thinks that Feng Zhenhua is still alive.

Among the commanders of the 111th Division, Feng Zhenhua was the first to die in this position.

Feng Zhenhua, Lieutenant General of the 111th Division of the National Revolutionary Army, and one of the survivors of the Great Breakout of Fengtian, joined the army in the 19th year of the Republic of China, and participated in the Battle of Fengtian for the 20th year.

He was killed on the battlefield in Nanjing at the 31st of the Republic of China. He was only twenty-nine years old.

At the age of 29, he was promoted to the commander of the lieutenant general of the direct army. Someone once said that Feng Zhenhua is the real young and strong faction. If he could survive, his future would be bright.

But, it's just if.

In November 11, the National Government subsequently added him to the Army General.

But whether it is a lieutenant general or a superior, it has nothing to do with Feng Zhenhua.

He can finally drink with his old partner, Xing Yachuang, without anyone disturbing him.

Drink together, and everything was in heaven watching their brothers recovering the capital and continuing to add military achievements to the 111th Division...

Every inch of river and mountain is a year of blood...

There will be people like Feng Zhenhua who die, and they never regret it when they die.

Just like Xing Yachuang died in the battlefield, Feng Zhenhua then quickly took over his gun and continued to command the battle.

One is Xing Yachuang, the other is Feng Zhenhua.

But there will be ten Xing Yachuang and ten Feng Zhenhua!

As long as the Japanese pirates are still in our country for one day, people like Xing Yachuang and Feng Zhenhua will never be short of them.

Because they are all Chinese, real Chinese.

Their backbone was cast of steel, and their courage would never be defeated.

Zheng Yong stood up and walked out. He looked up and saw that the national flag left by Jiang Baili was still in the hands of the soldiers. Zheng Yong called Du Peng and pointed to the national flag and said:

"Did you see that national flag?"

Du Peng nodded vigorously.

"That was left by Mr. Fang Zhen, and it is very memorable."

Zheng Yong's tone was calm, but it was a little scary: "There was Mr. Fang Zhen's blood, Feng Zhenhua's blood, Xing Yachuang's blood, and countless Chinese soldiers' blood.

Go, now you are the commander of the 111th Division. I believe that Feng Zhenhua will not misjudgment. Take it to the capital with you. I must assign you a task to let the blood of the Japanese pirates sprinkle Nanjing!"

"Yes, let the blood of the Japanese pirates sprinkle Nanjing!"

Du Peng's answer was not loud, but full of confidence and firmness.

From now on, Du Peng also regarded himself as a dead person.

Rush into Nanjing and let the blood of the Japanese pirates sprinkle Nanjing!

Use the heads of Japanese pirates to pay homage to the heroic spirits of the master!

All the officers and soldiers of the 111th Division who had temporarily retreated were once again concentrated.

The suicide squad has been established. Each of these suicide squad members has a submachine gun and a big knife.

The captain of the suicide squad is Du Peng.
To be continued...