The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

motherfucker.

Although he knew clearly that he might be injured, and was injured by a shell, Zhang Hanqing's eyes were still blurry and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Li Shitou suddenly realized something and quickly pushed away the guard who was supporting him. He grabbed him and put him on his back, shouting "Brothers, run!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a series of whooshing sounds, similar to whistles, coming from behind him.

"Oops!"

Suddenly realizing what the noise was, Li Shitou let out a loud scream, hugged the drowsy Zhang Hanqing on his back, turned over and jumped into a nearby trench.

The violent collision brought the young marshal back to his senses. Just as he opened his mouth to curse, the whistling "whistles" landed beside him.

The huge explosion instantly swallowed up the sky and the earth. The few people who were lucky enough to escape into the trenches and still have their lives for the time being suddenly felt that the sky had turned into an upside-down pot of fire, pressing them down and leaving them no chance to breathe.

Zhang Hanqing couldn't help but close his eyes and hold his breath. He felt that his face and all the exposed skin were melted...oil was roasted out, and every breath set his entire throat to lungs on fire.

There was another series of explosions, and the huge shock instantly knocked him, Li Shitou, and the three nearby guards over... The yellow earth poured down and buried them all in an instant.

No more sound.

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"report!"

"The enemy has breached the central army's defense line and is rushing toward Luanzhou along the highway!"

"Report... Zhi troops have been spotted advancing thirty miles outside the city."

"Report! Zhang Xiyuan's troops have opened fire on the Luanhe position!"

As the positions of the army in the middle were breached one after another, Zhang Xiyuan's troops launched a fierce attack towards Luanzhou; the battle suddenly became stalemate, and the front-line battle situation came from the increasingly close front line.

Staring at the map in front of him that was covered with the advance of the Zhi army, Jiang Cheng broke out in a cold sweat.

He was not afraid of Zhang Xiyuan, nor was he worried about Wu Peifu who followed closely behind. There was nothing to be afraid of these people.

After all, what they had to do was to block the Fengtian Army's way before they retreated, and severely damage this army that dared to enter the pass to provoke. As long as the Marshal and his men retreated fast enough, Wu Peifu and his men would lose their strategic significance... and would not continue to pursue them.

Two days.

Yang Yuting told him this morning that as long as his garrison could hold out for two days, all Fengtian troops would be successfully withdrawn to the interior.

Judging from the current situation, two days...48 hours will not be a big problem for Luanzhou, which has already completed all the defensive work.

So, what is he panicking about?
It had been four days and five nights, and the point of exchange of fire was getting closer and closer, but no news about Zhang Hanqing and Guo Maochen had been reported back.

It was such a short distance to go find the young master of the King of Northeast China. Even if there was no news, Li Shitou should have sent someone back to report.

Since no one came back to report the news, it could only mean one thing: the team led by Li Shitou must have been tripped up by something.

Think about what could be holding us back...what else could it be other than a stalemate in battle?

With his hands on the table, Jiang Cheng took a deep breath, but just as he was about to call Han Ming, he heard a series of footsteps outside the door and a voice calling his name.

Hearing that it was Yang Yuting, Jiang Cheng knew what he wanted to do with him, and he quickly straightened up and turned around, and then saw the anxious Yang Yuting rushing in. "Feilan, Jiang Feilan..."

Having already called him once outside like calling his soul, Yang Yuting saw him and yelled at him angrily, "How is it, is there any news about Han Qing?"

Looking at his expression, he would probably be so anxious that he would jump up and bite someone if Jiang Cheng didn't give him definite news.

On the contrary, at this moment, Jiang Cheng found his face a little funny.

However, just as he opened his mouth to speak, Yang Yuting hurriedly asked again: "What did you promise me before? What else? Han Qing has a face that shows that he is blessed with good fortune and a long life. He will definitely live to be a hundred years old... What's the point of losing one year and then paying with your life!"

That said, that guy really lived for more than a hundred years to modern times... However, since he traveled through this time and space, too many people's fates have been changed because of him. If...

But even though he thought this in his heart, Jiang Cheng found Yang Yuting's words strange and he couldn't help laughing.

This made Yang Yuting, who was already extremely anxious, even more furious. He started cursing at the top of his voice. It looked like... even if the man pounced on him and bit him right then and there, he wouldn't be that surprised.

Seeing that the other party was really angry, Jiang Cheng quickly apologized repeatedly, and said seriously: "I am serious, Han Qing will be fine, I,"

Before he could finish his words, Yang Yuting held his wrist tightly with one hand and said viciously: "Jiang Feilan, listen to me!"

"If something really happens to Han Qing, not only me, but even Shuai Ye will..."

However, before he could finish his words, a sharp whistle suddenly came from outside the courtyard wall, followed by a green flare exploding in the sky.

"Fuck, the Zhi army has entered the Luan River's close defense zone!"

Jiang Cheng cursed, turned around and ran out.

Yang Yuting was stunned for a moment and wanted to grab him, but the highest commander of the Jilin Army had already jumped onto the roof like a rabbit.

The soldiers who were still waiting for the train were dazzled by the ghost-like light. They stood up and looked up at the thing and whispered to each other. Some of them could not help shouting that the Zhi army had arrived.

A wave of panic instantly ignited the emotions of the soldiers who had not yet withdrawn, and the scene seemed somewhat chaotic again.

Jiang Cheng didn't care about all this and picked up the telescope to look around.

The temporary command center is in the city, and there is a watchtower on the roof, through which the city gate defenses in all directions can be observed through a telescope.

Seeing that the front gate facing the Luan River had quickly raised red lanterns according to the agreed rules, Jiang Cheng's face darkened and he said, "The Zhi army has begun to attack the Luan River!"

"Quick, notify Xuecheng to fix the position of the western artillery formation and open fire!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the signalmen turned around and ran back.

Yang Yuting was about to yell, but he heard Li Shitou's miserable cry coming from the main door of the command center.

"Come on, send two medics to take a look—"

Everyone couldn't help but look at him, watching him rush in with the blood-stained Zhang Hanqing on his back.

If Jiang Cheng wasn't so familiar with his figure, he wouldn't have recognized him at all... His heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he rushed over to check with Yang Yuting, who was gasping for breath.

In just a few seconds, the chief of staff considered the worst-case scenario, but he never expected that as several people ran over with exclamations, the head on his back, which was almost covered by mud, suddenly raised up and said viciously: "I, I'm fine!" (End of this chapter)