The first thousand one hundred and fifty-six chapters are difficult to win
The whole world seemed to have slowed down in Han Baihang's eyes. He saw the entire battlefield, and saw how the blood of the fallen soldiers behind him gurgled out of his chest, and he also saw the battlefield in the distance.
How his comrades, who had taken up positions to protect him and were trapped in the enemy's army, desperately resisted the opponent's attack with thousands of troops. He even saw how his own heart was beating loudly.
All this will end, as long as I cut it off with one knife.
Guo Songling had slowly closed her eyes. The knife in Han Baihang's hand was shining with dazzling light. He saw the thin blade coming towards him, but it suddenly turned its direction.
Han Baihang couldn't bear to let Guo Songling die so miserably. He turned his wrist, and the blade suddenly pointed upward. He lifted it gently, and the heavy and fierce sword seemed to become extremely light, as soft as a long whip in his hand.
, avoiding Guo Songling's body, and lightly scratched his neck.
The world was completely quiet at this moment. The soldiers from the two sides who were fighting even stopped the fighting involuntarily. Although they did not see clearly whether Han Baihang had hit Commander Guo, everyone knew that Han Baihang's sword had cut him.
past, because he had stopped behind Guo Songling, and Guo Songling also stayed where he was, motionless.
For these soldiers, if their commander dies, their battle will become meaningless, and they must know this result clearly. wavv
Three seconds seemed like three years. This freeze-frame lasted only three seconds. In front of everyone's attention, Guo Songling fell heavily on the battlefield and died under Han Baihang's knife.
Han Baihang himself was stunned for a moment. Guo Songling was dead, but he seemed to be disappointed, as if something had been lost from his heart.
His body was also covered in blood, like a god of murder who had just walked out of hell, standing quietly on the battlefield. He was surrounded by enemies with guns, but no one dared to shoot at him.
gun.
He turned around and shouted at the tens of thousands of enemy troops: "Guo Songling is dead. Those who surrender will be forgiven. Those who resist stubbornly will die!"
At this time, there is no point in continuing the fight. For the soldiers of the Third Army, they are Guo Songling's chess pieces. They will fight wherever the general points them. But now the Army Commander Guo Songling has died in the battle.
, if they continue to fight, they will only be unhappy with both sides. Now that Han Baihang has said that those who surrender will forget the blame, so why do he still have any hesitation?
First, the soldiers around Han Baihang put down their weapons one after another, and then the soldiers in the distance slowly threw away their guns. Then, groups of soldiers of the Third Army on the battlefield raised their hands and surrendered.
The crisis-ridden situation just now was resolved by Han Baihang in just a short moment.
But at this time, Han Baihang looked back at the battlefield. It was already a river of blood and cruel. The hundred or so team members he brought with him now totaled less than fifty, and when he turned around
, there were almost no soldiers from the Third Division visible on the battlefield. Han Baihang felt a pain in his heart. He quickly ordered the few soldiers who came to him to find the remaining soldiers in his unit, and quickly treat those who could be treated. Maybe...
Han Baihang couldn't imagine that only fifty of his divisions were left...
His eyes were fixed on the battlefield in the distance, watching the figures coming and going. Some of them were busy bandaging themselves, some were busy helping their comrades next to them to stop bleeding, and some were rolling back and forth on the ground in pain.
Unbearable.
The few military doctors on the entire battlefield were busy. Han Baihang was exhausted at this time. He lowered his head and glanced at Guo Songling, who was dead at his feet. Without saying a word, he slowly moved toward the general.
As he walked towards the Commander's Mansion, the soldiers who came along the way wanted to help Han Baihang, but he refused.
This battle almost drained all his energy. In the entire Fengtian City, only Zhang Zuolin and Marshal Zhang's mansion was not affected by the war, and it was the only pure land in Fengtian. Zhang Zuolin and Marshal Zhang were very happy when they received the good news of Han Baihang's victory.
Lehu walked around the Marshal's mansion several times, and quickly sent people around him to clean up the battlefield. He even sent his own personal doctors out to help.
Marshal Zhang even found several reliable people to greet Han Baihang. However, thinking that there were still many things on the battlefield that needed to be dealt with, he did not dare to force him to come back. Finally, he could no longer hold back and prepared to get up and go to the battlefield to look for Han Baihang, but
At this time, Han Baihang dragged his heavy steps back to the Marshal's Mansion.
Zhang Zuolin and Marshal Zhang were anxious in the yard when they saw Han Baihang and others coming in. When they looked up, they didn't recognize him as Han Baihang at first glance.
Han Baihang's military uniform has been stained with blood. The uniform was already in tatters. He fought hard on the battlefield, but now there are several knife marks. His face is also full of blood, and blood is dripping from his hair. This
It was the blood spurted by the soldier who died in front of him just now that got on his body.
Han Baihang has always been a person who cares about his own image, but at this time, he no longer has the energy to care about his appearance. Just now, the majestic Han Baihang could still carry a knife to take the enemy general's head in the crowd of thousands of troops, and now
It was as if someone had cramped his muscles and he had no strength.
What supported him was a breath and a belief, that is, to kill Guo Songling and end this battle. Now, his mission is over, his belief is gone, and he will naturally fall.
From the time he rushed back from the battlefield in Shandong overnight to the time he killed Guo Songling, he had never slept for five days. Especially in the past two days, he had not even had a chance to take a nap. All the burdens were on him.
The life and death of hundreds of thousands of lives were pressing on his shoulders. He couldn't sleep at all, and he didn't dare to sleep. But now, he finally couldn't hold on any longer.
Even though his body was already covered in scars, he could no longer feel the pain. Pain now had no sobering effect on him.
He arrived at the Marshal's Mansion in one breath, saw Zhang Zuolin and Marshal Zhang walking up, and said slowly: "Commander, Guo Songling is dead."
Zhang Zuolin and Marshal Zhang felt heartbroken when they saw Han Baihang like this. In front of everyone, he shed tears and became choked and speechless. Everyone present felt very uncomfortable.
Han Baihang took two steps forward and stepped on a few bloody footprints in the Marshal's Mansion. He forced a smile and suddenly fell down.