Eight hundred and seventieth chapters He Fenglin's death will
"Let the Eighth Division send a regiment to penetrate the enemy's left defense line and try to sneak attack their artillery positions... Yes, yes, yes, Commander He is determined to make this battle the last battle on the Ninghu line."
The staff officers were already transmitting He Fenglin's orders like a clockwork machine. The beeping sound of the radio filled the entire headquarters, and countless orders were transmitted to the various armies along with the antennas.
The Zhejiang Army had never fought such an embarrassing battle. He Fenglin could only use his car as a temporary command post, put the map on the car, and constantly analyzed the current situation.
"Are the troops of the 19th Division on the left flank in place?" He Fenglin asked directly without raising his head.
The staff officer was stunned for a moment. It seemed that the 19th Division had not reported the battle situation for a long time.
"Commander, I will immediately send a messenger to the 19th Division to inquire about the battle situation." The staff officer lowered his head and said, not daring to look into He Fenglin's eyes.
"Damn, what have you been thinking about!" During the war, He Fenglin was definitely not as kind as usual, and it was almost a common problem among the generals during the Republic of China to curse at him.
"Yes!" The staff officer's temples were sweating, and he quickly arranged for the cavalry to go to the 19th Division to inquire about the situation.
"You, you and you, the three of us went to the 19th Division headquarters in three groups to inquire about the battle situation. This order is extremely urgent. Go and return as soon as possible!"
"Yes!" the cavalry responded and quickly clapped their horses and left.
"Drive! Drive! Drive!"
The staff officer watched the three messengers go their separate ways, and then turned around and went back.
"I think the situation over there with the 19th Division is not good?" He Fenglin said to the Chief of Staff in a cold voice.
"Commander, there is no need to be pessimistic. I think that the 19th Division may be in a fierce battle with Han Baihang's headquarters, and it is possible that there is no time to report to the headquarters." The chief of staff carefully comforted He Fenglin.
"It's close..." He Fenglin's dejected tone sounded like he was resigned to his fate.
"Close? What's close?" The chief of staff was stunned, not understanding what He Fenglin meant.
He Fenglin said angrily: "Listen carefully with your pig ears. The sound of artillery fire from the 19th Division's position is getting closer and closer. What does this mean? It means that the 19th Division was defeated by Han Baihang! Do you understand this time?
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"How is this possible! One division against two brigades would be beaten back steadily. This, this..."
"Since Han Baihang arrived in Ninghu, how many things like this have happened?" He Fenglin shouted.
"Commander, calm down. It's better to wait until the messenger comes back to know the real story." The chief of staff could only grit his teeth and said.
"Okay, okay, wait, wait for the damn messenger!" Although he said that the 19th Division was defeated, in his heart He Fenglin hoped to turn defeat into victory.
"Han Baihang, are you really so invincible?" He Fenglin was almost driven crazy by that young face.
"Back, back!" The staff officer in charge of the 19th Division's intelligence suddenly brightened up. He saw a black spot speeding towards him from the direction of the 19th Division, and he shouted loudly.
"I wonder why the cavalry I just sent to the Eighth Division has come back?" The staff officer responsible for liaison with the Eighth Division also found that the cavalry he sent had returned.
He Fenglin picked up his telescope and took a look, and his heart went cold. Wherever there were cavalry on the horse, there was a gun sieve. The cavalry had long been dead.
I saw the corpse swaying from side to side twice, falling down and being dragged by the horses, coming this way.
As if taking note of the current situation, the cavalryman who was supposed to go to the Eighth Division but turned back said: "Commander, our joint headquarters with the Eighth Division has been separated by Han Baihang's headquarters, and firepower has blocked the passage between the two sides.
Commander, we are surrounded!"
He felt that the world was spinning for a while, and He Fenglin's vision went dark and he fell to the ground.
"Commander, Commander..." Everyone hurried over to help him. "Water, get water quickly!"
"I have water!" Someone in the crowd threw a military kettle over, and the chief of staff quickly gave He Fenglin a few sips before he recovered.
He Fenglin opened his eyes, and the first words he said through gritted teeth were: "Han Baihang, I will fight you to the bitter end, to the bitter end!"
"Assemble the troops and fight out of the siege with me!" He Fenglin hadn't personally fought and killed an enemy in many years. When he shouted these words, no one took him seriously.
"Uh, um..." Everyone looked at each other in confusion.
"Why, I'm not dead yet. I don't want to listen to military orders anymore." Seeing that no one was moving, He Fenglin became even more angry. He wished he could kill a few of them and establish his military power.
"Don't dare, don't dare!" Everyone expressed their loyalty to He Fenglin, fearing that they would offend the former enemy commander. Don't die on the battlefield but be killed by your own commander.
"Commander, please give the order. The most it will be is a corpse wrapped in horse leather. We are willing to follow you!" Everyone shouted.
"In your opinion, where should we break out of the encirclement?" He Fenglin suppressed his anger and asked instead.
"Break through from the direction of the Nineteenth Division!" said the chief of staff: "There are only two brigades of frontal enemies in the direction of the Nineteenth Division. Compared with the Eighth Division, the pressure is much smaller. As long as we can tear a hole from Han Baihang's skirmishing line,
, we can join up with the Nineteenth Division, and even if we lose, we can still protect ourselves, Commander."
He Fenglin turned around and looked around, and saw that everyone was nodding frequently, agreeing very much with the chief of staff's opinion. He Fenglin asked: "I think you all agree with the chief of staff?"
"Yes, what the chief of staff said makes sense. I think you all think so." A bold officer said directly without carefully trying to figure out what he meant.
"You can imagine it, but Han Baihang, the bastard, can't think of it?" When He Fenglin mentioned the three words Han Baihang, his eyes turned red, and he gritted his teeth, wishing he could stuff him into his mouth and chew him to bits in order to relieve his hatred.
"Um..." Seeing that He Fenglin had lost his mind, the chief of staff felt an ominous feeling in his heart. He asked tentatively: "According to Commander He's wishes... do you want to..."
"Break through from the direction of the Eighth Division!" He Fenglin said firmly, but everyone was dumbfounded.
"Breakthrough from the direction of the Eighth Division?" Everyone was almost dumbfounded. They couldn't believe their ears. Their ears were filled with the rumble of artillery from the Eighth Division's position, and they looked at the beacon smoke in the direction of the Eighth Division.
Under the cover of the situation, our former enemy commander-in-chief wanted to rush into the artillery strike zone where the heavy troops were hoarded. This was either seeking death or going crazy. Could it be that He Fenglin was attacked by Han Baihang's anger?
Anyway, everyone looked at me and I looked at you. No one moved a single finger, not even a little finger.
