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The whole village was covered with a bonfire twenty steps away, with fierce red flames, illuminating the world with a bright light.
"Please use it first, Commander Han!" When the first piece of pork came out of the pot, the cooking squad leader quickly cut it into small slices, put it on a plate, mixed the dipping sauce with it on a small plate, and sent it to Han Baihang's table, and Han Baihang ordered it.
He nodded and said, "Okay, let me have a taste first."
As Han Baihang spoke, he picked up a piece of meat, dipped it in the sauce and put it into his mouth. He kept nodding his head and said: "Okay, okay, quickly pass the meat to everyone!"
"Yes!" The cooking squad leader received Commander Han's affirmation, with a happy expression on his face. He quickly stood at attention and saluted, saying: "I will definitely complete the task." He turned around and ran away.
These officers at the division and brigade level sat together and ate for a while. Han Baihang suddenly darkened his face and said: "Listen to the order!"
Gong Bangduo was startled, and quickly put down the chopsticks in his hands, and sat upright. A few slow-reacting people were still eating. Gong Bangduo coughed a few times, and when they looked at Han Baihang's face, they were immediately surprised.
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"Order, send out sentries, and set up hidden sentries. They will detect every five miles and report every five miles. All roads leading to this village, even mountain roads or mountains, must not be missed!" Han Baihang always spoke in a suppressed voice.
"Yes!" Seeing Han Baihang's serious look, all the officers replied in a low voice.
Gong Bangduo watched one of them arrive: "I leave this matter to you, Brigadier Zhang!"
"Yes!" The brigade commander named Zhang quickly got off the table and left.
He Fenglin, who was asleep on the table in the command post, suddenly opened his eyes and shouted: "Chief of Staff, Chief of Staff!"
He Fenglin jumped up from his seat and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Sir!" A guard rushed in in panic.
He Fenglin frowned and said, "Where is the chief of staff?"
"Sir, there is suddenly no movement on the front line. The chief of staff feels something is wrong and has gone to the front line to investigate." The guard spoke in a very orderly manner. After hearing this, He Fenglin straightened his frown, nodded, and said: "
Got it, go down."
"Yes!" The soldier quickly saluted, turned and left.
He Fenglin rubbed his sleepy head, walked to the table, took out his beloved copper pipe cigar from the drawer, cut it with cigar scissors, lit it, took a deep breath, and his whole body was filled with excitement.
Relax.
Still a little worried, He Fenglin opened the window next to his desk and looked in the direction of the battlefield, although he knew he couldn't see anything. A cold autumn wind blew over. He Fenglin shivered.
If this battle fails, what will happen to him... He Fenglin's heart is heavy, how can he let go of the purple and gold fans in the ten-mile foreign market. He is really unwilling to do so. After serving in the army for many years, he seems to have developed an intuition that every battle
Victory and defeat, in fact, there is no need to fight, he can know everything in detail beforehand. But this battle made him feel particularly unsure.
Han Baihang's face that still looked like a teenager came to mind. He was so simple and immature, yet so difficult to deal with. When they met in Shanghai, He Fenglin really wanted to kill him, but Han Baihang, who was in desperate situation, couldn't.
He gave a reason why he must not be killed, and it was enough for He Fenglin to put down the butcher knife. This is not a conspiracy. He is playing tricks on you face to face. You know clearly that he is lying to you for his own purposes, but you still let him
It is irrefutable and must fall into the trap. This is called conspiracy.
Thinking of this son of a bitch, He Fenglin felt agitated. Could it be that this young man really had no weaknesses? He Fenglin didn't believe it.
The phone rang suddenly, and He Fenglin, who was deep in thought, was suddenly awakened. He Fenglin cursed his mother impatiently before picking up the phone and asking: "What's the matter?"
After hearing what the other party said, He Fenglin glared, stood up, and said, "What did you say? The Soviet troops withdrew?"
He Fenglin had imagined many scenarios, but what did it mean that the Soviet troops had completely withdrawn from their positions? Could it be that something terrible happened in Jiangsu? He Fenglin couldn't find any ideas in his mind and was thinking randomly.
"No, sir, Han Baihang rewarded the three armies and took them to a small village behind the front line for repairs. Now the front line is filled with the smell of pork."
"Oh?" He Fenglin suddenly felt an opportunity, and he almost shouted out. He Fenglin said: "The whole army maintains combat readiness and is ready to attack at any time. I will go to the front immediately. I want to check it myself!"
"Guards, guards!" He Fenglin shouted again.
"Arrived!" The guard came in quickly.
"Quickly, all the troops in the assembly headquarters are sent to the front line for me. I want to investigate personally!" He Fenglin put on his green woolen standard cloak and kept issuing orders, basically asking everyone who still had fighting ability to do so.
Arms are gathered.
"Yes, Commander, I'll prepare a car for you." Just as the guard was about to leave, He Fenglin stopped him again.
"What kind of car should you prepare? Prepare horses for me!" After He Fenglin finished speaking, he hurried out.
"Yes!" the guard said quickly.
Ninghu Line, the front line of the two armies.
"Sir, look!" The chief of staff pointed northeast. He Fenglin, who had just arrived, put the telescope in front of his eyes. Sure enough, the bonfire was brightly lit in the village, and people were rubbing shoulders with each other. The small village was almost completely covered with fire.
Han Baihang's army was broken, and the flowing water mat extended from the east end of the village to the west end of the village, like a crawling fire dragon. Some of the bonfires had even left the village and extended into the wilderness.
As for what they were eating, there was no need to look at it. The air was filled with the smell of stewed pork. He Fenglin looked back at the soldiers in his trenches with some worry. They were all nestled in the trenches, almost all of them were injured, hugging each other.
Holding the barrel of his gun, he stretched his neck towards the direction of Han Baihang's station.
He Fenglin felt uneasy. There was obviously something wrong with the condition of his own soldiers. Don't underestimate this meal of pork. Failure to secure it would cause your troops to flee, blow up the camp, or even defect.
"We can't wait any longer..." He Fenglin muttered several times and said: "Give me the order to select three brigades with complete structures and strong combat effectiveness. They will be divided into three groups to outflank the village where Han Baihang is stationed. You must get Han Baihang's head to me.
return!"
"Yes!" The chief of staff hurried down to assign tasks. However, He Fenglin was still looking at Han Baihang's station in trance.
With a sneer at the corner of his mouth, he said to himself: "Han Baihang, do you really think that you have already sealed the victory? You really think that you have the chance to win, and you dare to reward the three armies in advance! Han Baihang, you are going too far! I, someone, have not yet
Even if you die, you will not admit defeat! Who will win will be decided tonight!"
