The battle of the Yunnan-Burma Road was the first time the National Army took the initiative to attack the Japanese army.

It was also the first war after the National Government declared war, with the intention of driving the Japanese army out of Myanmar and protecting the last lifeline of maintaining the war of resistance.

It not only carries Feng Yuntian's hope of victory, but also carries the concerns of the people of the whole country and the last expectations of all the soldiers of the expeditionary army.

pity……

Dreams are beautiful, but reality slapped everyone hard.

In less than a month, the expeditionary army, which was singing in a big voice, was beaten by the Japanese army and some fled to India miserably, while most of the expeditionary army returned to southern Yunnan in shame.

Feng Yuntian's dream of thirst for victory was completely shattered by a slap in the face.

From 1937 to 1942, in more than five years, Feng Yuntian ran to most of China, defended most of China, and lost most of China.

Now, he has come to Zenda like a refugee, and he can't even make a bite of it.

sad!

Very angry!

If there were still national troops at this moment and here, they would dare to say confidently: "We still have a chance to win", Feng Yuntian would definitely slap him without hesitation.

Let him be sober!

...

The military area of ​​Zenda City is very scary, but it is actually a broken alley with ruins.

In addition to the simple sandbag fortifications at the entrances and exits, there are sentries with neat clothes and tidy clothes behind the sandbags, but nothing is in vain. The rest are large numbers of defeated soldiers dressed like beggars.

in short!

No unit of defeated troops from the vassals from all directions would be kindly taken over. The practice is to leave it to local authorities and local governments to coordinate with the central government.

In order not to be harassed by the defeated soldiers, the local area just finds a place to stuff it in.

This place where a large number of defeated soldiers is called a highly martial law military zone, but to put it bluntly, it is a concentration of life and death, so as to prove that the living dead, including the people, are still considered soldiers.

"Along, do you think this place looks like a Beggars' Sect party? Are we disciples of Beggars' Sect who are here to attend the meeting?"

Feng Yuntian was wearing a dirty and torn officer uniform, holding a match in his hand, lifting the shredded meat that did not exist in his teeth, and walked into the military area with a swagger.

Aaron smiled and didn't reply, but just tightened his wrinkled collar to make himself look more energetic.

He doesn't want to be like a beggar!

The second-class sentry after the sandbag fortification at the entrance saw the rank of captain at Feng Yuntian's collar and did not take the initiative to salute.

Even the big butt sitting on the sandbag did not move even a centimeter, and there was still contempt in his eyes.

In this era when warlords are in chaos and defeated troops are everywhere, it is normal for soldiers in the army to be superior to themselves and look down on the defeated soldiers.

Indifference has become a trend!

"Ph~"

Aaron was dissatisfied with the sentry's attitude towards his company commander, and was very unhappy and vomited a mouthful of saliva that had become extremely sticky due to thirst.

The Second Class Sentinel had a sense of self-superiority, and was immediately unhappy when he was insulted by this counterattack.

"Hey, do you need to do it? Believe it or not..."

"I believe it, come on, fuck me, don't fuck you, you are my fucking grandson."

Before the sentry finished speaking, he was interrupted by the words he seemed to be a slut. He turned around and wanted to continue to fight, but the next second he shivered all over.

A pair of cold eyes that looked like a dead person appeared on a smiling face...

This is not only incongruity, but also scary.

Although Feng Yuntian fought for five years and never won a single battle, his eyes stained with blood from the pile of dead people were not something that a mere second-class private could bear.

"Haha, this commander, Moe is angry. This kid didn't understand the rules just now, so he came to smoke a cigarette to calm his breath."

Another sentry with the rank of corporal corporal has been a soldier for several years and understands the worldly ways. Seeing that something was wrong in the atmosphere, he ran up with a smile and apologized and handed over cigarettes.

"Okay, I have a lot of them. I don't care about Xiaobianzi. By the way, I'll ask where is the shelter station?"

Feng Yuntian did not continue to make things difficult for him. He put the cigarette he handed over into his mouth. At a very fast speed, he pulled the entire bag of cigarettes in his hand and put it in his wrinkled top pocket.

"The shelter is at the innermost point, and you can see it all the way." The corporal smoke was snatched and dared not take it back, so he pointed his hand at the innermost part of the alley.

Feng Yuntian snapped his fingers, and Along took two steps forward skillfully, took out a match to light a cigarette for him.

"Wow——, the smoke is good."

Feng Yuntian took a breath of smoke and slowly exhaled it. He patted the corporal's shoulder with satisfaction, and continued to walk into the alley with his younger brother A Long casually.

"Small mixed ball!"

The corporal looked at Feng Yuntian's back as he left, cursed in dissatisfaction, turned around and scolded the second-class privateer and said, "No matter how bad that guy is, he is also a captain and officer. You are always just a soldier. If things really get bigger, you will be the one who suffers in the end.

If your brother hadn't asked me to take care of you before he died, I wouldn't bother with you. I would warn you to stay away from them in the future when I see such a small ball."

"Yes, yes, yes, thank you for your care, there will definitely be no next time." The Second Class nodded, and then he was scared.

I just wanted to pretend to be a pussy, but I didn't expect to hit the iron plate.

It's really a bit miserable!

From top to bottom, the national army was intrigue, from local warlords and central government to the intrigue between the troops for military supplies and materials, Feng Yuntian had already seen through it five years ago.

If the local warlords are a little less selfish, the national army will not lose most of China.

Feng Yuntian has become used to the big scenes, so he naturally doesn't care about these beautiful eyes of the soldier, and even wishes he could meet them every day.

I came to the door to be slaughtered, and it would be useless if I didn’t take it.

Smoking cigarettes all the way forward, crossing various positions and lying on the alley. Whether they were dead or alive, Feng Yuntian came to the end of the alley, outside the gate of a courtyard-like courtyard.

The three words "shelf station" are written on the gate where the vermilion paint has long fallen.

The defeated soldiers were basically disbanded, and even the original troops did not send a call. If they did not want to be deserters and wanted to have subsequent troops to receive them, they had to report to the shelter station first.

Although Feng Yuntian really wanted to go back to be the young master, the reality was completely unworkable.

When you go home, you will be deserters, and you will have a meal first.

Be a young master?

Dreaming is almost the same!

"It seems that it's here."

Feng Yuntian threw the smoke's butt on the ground. Just as he was about to enter, someone suddenly ran out and bumped into him head-on.

"Activate the startup program!"

Just as the two collided, Feng Yuntian suddenly remembered the electronic mechanical sound in his mind.
Chapter completed!