The entire army in northwestern Shanxi has been mobilized long ago and can penetrate into the southern Shanxi area at any time. But without Chairman Chiang's order, who dares to directly send troops into the southern Shanxi area? This is what the chairman left for himself in Shanxi.
It's a private land. Hancheng can't help much. The army has just gone through the Hundred Regiment War. How can there be any extra strength to support it? There has been no military pay for more than half a year. Logically speaking, it is right not to help.
"Look, Chairman Chiang definitely can't sit still anymore. Zhongtiao Mountain has been like this since the beginning, and it will be difficult to change later. They criticize this and that in newspapers every day, and I don't know where they get so much energy.
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Han Cheng didn't know that Wang Zongyao had died in Zhongtiao Mountain. Maybe if he knew, he would still pretend that nothing happened. The world is like this. If you want to survive, you have to use all kinds of skills. No matter it is
Whether to surrender to the enemy or become a traitor may be their own choice. Some people's choices will change their lives, and some may allow them to realize their ideals and ambitions in life.
Reports about the battle at Zhongtiao Mountain reached Chongqing one after another. The first thing the military commanders received was that Wang Zongyao and other generals died fighting for their country. They did a very good job of monitoring their own people.
Han Han took this report and didn't know what to say, and he didn't know what expression to make on his face, whether he should cry or laugh. He still trusted his brother-in-law very much, because he understood very well.
Quite smart.
"My condolences, the Ministry of Civil Affairs has informed you to collect the gold bars. General Wang died for his country, and the National Government will issue a pension and certificate for two gold bars."
"Okay, I know."
It was also the first time for him to receive a pension in South Korea. The comfortable life he had always had made him forget about death. He knew his sister very well. Once the news was told to him, his sister might also be leaving.
He didn't expect that the battle in Zhongtiao Mountain would be so cowardly. He lost control of 1/3 of the area in one day. Who knows how the early results were achieved? Wang Zongyao also got it together.
With the guns, a lot of South Korea's intelligence was given priority to Wang Zongyao, but the battlefield changed too fast, and the battle was completely defeated after only one day.
"Report! This is the gun General Wang Zongyao used when he committed suicide. Station Commander Du asked me to ask if it should be sent to the National Soul Temple."
Han Han looked at the gun held by the white cloth in the officer's hand. It was a polished pistol. It was originally stained with blood. After cleaning, the whole gun looked very clean.
"No, I'll take it away. Send this gun to the National Soul Temple. He is a general after all. There are a row of new guns in the National Soul Temple. It's not appropriate to send the old guns there. Take mine."
South Korea took out his side gun from his waist. It was a brand-new side gun. If it weren't for the fact that he had to deal with foreign consuls frequently, he would not be willing to change to such a new gun. The old man didn't know what to do with it.
Speaking of which, someone has passed away in this family. Do you want to tell your family?
He stuffed the gold bars and the chairman's commendation into his pocket indiscriminately. He was in a daze along the way. He didn't even know why he got home after work. When he got home, the house was no longer as bustling as before.
According to this time, the whole family must be teasing my sister's child.
"I'm back. If you're hungry, ask Mother Wu to get you a bowl of noodles."
The old man was silent for a while, and the whole family seemed unhappy. The sister next to him sat next to the old man with tears on her face, and placed a letter on the table.
"What's wrong? I don't eat when it's time to eat."
"Nothing, news came from the front line that Zong Yao is dead."
The child was taken away a long time ago. It is a pity that the father is gone at such a young age. Korea is also very complicated. After all, they are family members who have lived together. He still has his gun on his waist. He doesn't know what to do.
I shouldn't have taken it out. I stood thinking for a long time, then took out a gun, along with the gold bars in my pocket and the certificate issued by the National Government.
"This was the gun he used when he committed suicide. According to the information we received, he had been shot six times and was unable to retreat. He had no choice but to commit suicide."
South Korea tried hard to control his emotions. He was afraid that he would cry before he could finish saying this. He had to pay attention to how many people died in his hands. Although he could not count the number of people who died on his hands, this was also the first time that he had encountered this.
Upon seeing this incident, my originally rock-solid heart actually felt a little looser.
"Hey, just put the gun away. This is the last thing he left behind."
South Korea picked up the letter on the table and took a look at it.
"Who gave you this letter?"
"Wang Zongyao asked someone to send it here. Before the war started, he dismissed one of his troops and asked him to send this last letter."
The old man looked at the gun on the table, and then hurriedly looked away, as if tears were streaming from his eyes. Then the old man felt uncomfortable while sitting, so he stood up again and turned to the side.
"Little sister, you have to express your condolences. After all, you still have a child."
Han Han also felt that he should not stay here. As for his mother, she was crying silently on the side. The good life of the family had just passed, and this sad day came again.
"But, I hope what you said is all false. Ever since he married me, I don't know how to be a soldier's wife. I just had some hope in my life, why is this person gone? I
I can’t even figure it out, how could such a big official die just because he wanted to? How could others escape and why would he die for his country when he came here?”
"Minzhi, this is the fate of a true soldier. If he is like this, I will be like this in the future. Even my little brother... I am afraid that I will be like this too."
South Korea didn't know how to comfort her. When she was in a mess, Xu Juan came back.
"Sister, what's wrong? What happened?"
"Xiaojuan, your brother-in-law died for his country!"
Han Ying hugged Xu Juan and cried loudly. The two women still had something to say, but women are emotional after all, and the family has been living together for a long time. How can there be no feelings?
"Yingchuan, is this true?"
"Really, I brought the news from the military commander today, the relics and the pension."
The whole family is in chaos, but the eldest brother in South Korea cannot be in chaos, because no one has yet taken care of Wang Zongyao’s funeral arrangements.
"Dad, I'm going to take care of Wang Zongyao's funeral."
"Okay, go get ready and let me be quiet."
The old man had his back turned, and no expression could be seen. Xu Juan looked at the letter, covered her mouth and cried softly, and the two women hugged each other and cried. The mother seemed to have expected this day, and then got up and returned to the room. From the room
He took out a large photo frame, which contained a photo of Wang Zongyao that had been prepared long ago.
"Your father had long expected that such a day would come, and prepared a portrait for you all. I originally said this thing was unlucky, but who knew it would actually come in handy. Alas...it's all fate."