Bright Sword: Develop independently and level up ten times at the beginning

Chapter 820 Their respective little 99

"So Zifang..."

"You support me, right?"

"You also hope that I won't look back?"

"call……"

"If I go to Yancheng and get those weapons, I will definitely use them to fight the Japanese."

"I will follow the example of the New First Division and Commander Fang."

"Fight the devils with all your heart."

"All right."

"I'm not going back!"

"Let's take another look... let's take another look..."

"Somebody come!"

"Call the main city back!"

"Just say we were attacked by the devils."

"The march is slow."

"But our army is already trying its best to speed up its return."

"It's very likely that I won't be able to return in five days. I hope the commander can bear with me!"

Chen Shaoxiu clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot.

……

main city.

mansion.

"Sir!"

"Mr. Chen's telegram has arrived."

"Mr. Chen said they were suddenly attacked by the Japanese..."

"So... I might not be able to come back in the short term..."

I felt a sense of uneasiness and tension, and cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

Zhao Ziyu took a deep breath and looked troubled.

He knew his superior would be angry.

and so……

At this moment he is waiting silently...

As soon as Zhao Ziyu finished speaking, the old man suddenly rushed up and grabbed his collar.

His cloudy eyes widened as wide as bells.

"What did you say? Explain clearly!"

"Has this information been verified?"

The old man gritted his teeth and glared at Zhao Ziyu.

"For now... I don't know yet."

“It’s all a mess now.”

"but……"

"It's not impossible."

"This kind of thing."

"No one can say for sure."

"maybe……"

"possible……"

Zhao Ziyu had a bitter face.

That was all he could say at the moment.

Because deep down in his heart.

There is already an answer.

The old man snatched the telegram, glanced at it, and tore it into pieces. He waved his hands wildly, sweeping all the pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk to the ground.

"Chen Shaoxiu! How dare he! How dare he!"

"He has three hundred thousand troops at his disposal."

"How could it be possible that the devils could intercept it at will?"

"and!"

"I'm not unaware of Chen Shaoxiu's command abilities..."

"Ha ha……"

"it is good!"

"Okay!"

"What a great Chen Shaoxiu!"

The old man's voice was sharp and almost cracking, and each word burst out from between his clenched teeth. His face turned pale in an instant, and the veins on his forehead bulged, like a twisted earthworm wriggling under his skin.

"What devils attack? It's clearly an excuse! An excuse!"

The old man staggered back and kicked over the armchair beside him. The chair fell to the ground with a clang and broke into pieces.

"brute!

"This ungrateful guy! I entrusted him with an important task, but he failed at this critical moment!"

The old man's eyes were bloodshot and he roared madly.

"Does he want to see me die? Does he want to see the main city fall? What is his intention?"

Zhao Ziyu was so frightened by the rage that his face turned pale and he subconsciously shrank back. The old man suddenly turned around and angrily

"Go! Send another telegram! Tell them that if Chen Shaoxiu doesn't return to the army immediately, once I survive this, I will tear him to pieces! And exterminate his entire clan!"

After yelling, the old man coughed violently, his body trembling and he could hardly stand.

"Sir, please calm down, calm down..."

Zhao Ziyu trembled as he moved forward to support him, but was thrown away. "Get out! Get out!"

The old man waved his arms like a mad beast.

"Zi Yu!"

"Chen Shaoxiu betrayed me."

"Will you betray me?"

"Do you know?"

"Zi Yu!"

The old man suddenly glared at Zhao Ziyu with a sinister look.

There seemed to be lightning flashing in a pair of eyes.

In a blink of an eye.

As if it can swallow everything!

"Do not……"

"will not!"

"No way!"

"I have absolutely no second thoughts about you, sir!"

"In this life, I will be loyal to you and only you!"

Zhao Ziyu quickly followed.

"it is good!"

"That's good!"

"At least not all of them are ungrateful..."

"Now... I can only trust you!"

"Zi Yu!"

"Such a big main city."

"It can put me completely at ease."

"It's just you."

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!"

"I didn't know that Chen Shaoxiu also had rebellious intentions!"

"Clap!"

The gilt enamel clock was knocked to the ground by the crutch, and the gear parts splashed and hit the carpet.

The old man's skinny hand was covered with purple veins. He balled up the fragments of the telegram and stuffed them into Zhao Ziyu's collar.

"You go in person! Take the supervisory team with you!"

Zhao Ziyu stumbled back, his lower back colliding with an antique display case. Several porcelain pieces on it fell to the ground, the broken pieces making a delicate hum beneath his boots.

"Sir, where am I going?"

"I……"

"I'm going to the front?"

Zhao Ziyu couldn't help but say.

"Ah."

"Ziyu."

"You have to shoulder the responsibility!"

"from now on."

"You are in charge of mobilizing the entire main city's troops."

"I'm just responsible for coordinating the overall situation."

"Something went wrong with Chen Shaoxiu..."

"But fortunately..."

"There is also Guan Hu's 48th Army..."

"If we can make good use of Guan Hu's 48th Army, we can also increase our bargaining chips."

"Send a telegram to Guan Hu, commander of the 48th Army!"

……

48th Army, temporary command headquarters.

Guan Hu looked at the urgent telegram from the main city in his hand, a thoughtful look on his face.

Guan Hu's knuckles turned white as he held the telegram.

On the oil-stained map, the location of the main city was circled in red, making it particularly clear.

"Commander, the brothers have been marching for two days straight, and the soles of their shoes are worn through..."

The adjutant stood aside, his words cut off by the sound of Guan Hu suddenly clenching the telegram.

Guan Hu stared at the eight words on the telegram: "If you dare to delay, you will be subject to military law."

Suddenly I remembered that in Ancheng, the same telegram was followed by "If you lose Ancheng, bring your head to me!"

And now? Ancheng was lost, but his head was still on his neck, which was a irony in itself.

and so……

What credibility is there?

Main city...

Should I go back?

Guan Hu's fingers unconsciously stroked the carved grip of the Mauser pistol at his waist.

There were still burn marks left there from stray bullets.

Guan Hu suddenly laughed.

"Military law? He has military law? When the entire Ming family was executed, did they ever talk about military law?"

Guan Hu sneered and ran his thumb over the telegram...

Then he suddenly tore off the rank of lieutenant general from his shoulder and threw it on the map.

"go with!"

"Pass the order down and rest on the spot."

The adjutant was stunned, but Guan Hu had already pulled out his pen and scribbled a reply on the back of the telegram: "I am leading my troops and have been harassed by the enemy. We are currently dealing with them. I beg for two days' grace."

The tip of the pen scratched the paper, and ink splashed on the word "please", like blood dripping on the snow.

Guan Hu stared at his crooked handwriting with a smile on his face: "Since Mr. Chen can 'survive the attack', why can't I 'deal with it'?"

Suddenly, the neighing of war horses was heard outside the tent, and amid the crackling of a campfire somewhere, the curses of soldiers were heard.

"Damn it, they're heading towards the main city now. Do they think we're their scapegoats?"

Guan Hu closed his eyes, and when he opened them again he had taken out his pocket watch.

"Commander, the telegram has been sent."

The adjutant returned to report.

"Ok!"

"That's good."