War of Resistance: Glory of the Beasts

Chapter 538 Is This Still My Son?
In the early morning, the moment Xu Chaoyang woke up, the coolness of the morning just hit him, but Yuan Fuzhen in his arms just arched sleepily. In the sunlight shining through the window paper, her delicate skin looked so crystal clear.

Xu Chaoyang tenderly stretched out his index finger and gently scratched Yuan Fuzhen's nose, but who knew that it woke her up. Her eyes, which had never been open, wrinkled slightly. She seemed to be able to tell who was lying next to her by the smell. She grabbed Xu Chaoyang's arm and pulled it against herself, making his huge body stand in front of her to block the wind. She burrowed into his arms like a cat, hummed the word "cold" through her nose, and curled up.

Last night, Yuan Fuzhen just changed into more comfortable clothes before going to bed, but Xu Chaoyang took the two quilts that Lao Xu sent over, intending to give one to each of them, but he found that Yuan Fuzhen was staring at him pitifully from behind.
At that moment, even the strongest hero could only smile foolishly when he turned around, and swiftly spread the bed on the kang, then pressed it on another bed. When he turned around again, he saw the smile on Yuan Fuzhen's fair face.

At this time, Xu Chaoyang seemed to like this era a little. In this era, if a couple does not sleep in the same bed, the wife will be dissatisfied. But what about Xu Chaoyang's era?
Sleeping in separate rooms is considered good, right? What’s even more terrible is sleeping in the same bed but having different dreams!
Thinking of this, Xu Chaoyang hugged Yuan Fuzhen's arms tighter, and then he heard another "pain" in his arms, and then he said unhappily: "What are you doing? Why are you using so much force?"

Xu Chaoyang lowered his head and laughed out loud.

But no!
Years of training on the battlefield have left his arms with muscular tendons, similar to those of muscular men abroad who have been injected with veterinary hormones. How could Yuan Fuzhen, with her small arms and legs, not feel pain when she hugs him?

"Chaoyang? Chaoyang? It's time to get up. Your uncle is here."

"OK."

Xu Chaoyang leaned up from the kang and put on his pants quickly. He was even reluctant to let more cold wind get into the quilt and tucked it in again. Only when he was satisfied did he walk out of the room with his military uniform in hand and his upper body naked.

"oops!"

When Lao Xu saw his son's upper body again, he could hardly recognize him. The scars on every inch of his skin were all on the front, and there was a long scar under his ribs where a piece of flesh had been scraped off with a knife.
After this glance, Lao Xu turned his head inexplicably and said in a crying voice: "Wash!" He seemed to have heard his own crying, and deliberately cleared his throat and said: "Wash your face."

The boiled hot water was poured into the wooden basin. Xu Chaoyang threw the towel out of the basin. While his body was feeling the cold morning breeze, he spread the towel on his face.

Then, while putting on his clothes and tying his belt, he shouted to Lao Xu, who still had his back turned and couldn't bear to look at him:
"Dad, I'm leaving."

Lao Xu quickly wiped his face with his sleeve and asked in confusion: "Why are you leaving right after you got back? Are you coming back for lunch?"

"I won't be back these days!"

After walking out of the courtyard, Xu Chaoyang put on his clothes, tied his belt, and put on his woolen coat before going out. His busyness made people feel sorry for him. When Old Xu saw Xu Chaoyang like this, he could only shout like countless old people waiting for their children to return home: "Take care of your health when you are out there, or you will be in trouble when you are old!"

What he got was only one sentence that thousands of young people who left home never cared about: "It's straight!"

"drive!"

Afterwards, Xu Chaoyang mounted his horse and rode away.

"In-laws, let's go!"

"Hey."

Deputy Director Li then got on his horse and led the guard battalion to follow Xu Chaoyang's trail. Old Xu would never know that Xu Chaoyang's departure was related to the fate of his country, and he was even less aware that the battle of Xinkou now depended on his son. Taiyuan, Second War Zone Headquarters.

When Xu Chaoyang and Deputy Director Li arrived here, an officer wearing white gloves was waiting outside the door. As soon as Xu Chaoyang arrived, he immediately stepped forward, held Xu Chaoyang's horse, stood under the horse and said, "Brigade Commander Xu!"

"Guo Yang of the Second War Zone Command Guard Regiment has been ordered to come and greet Brigade Commander Xu!"

Xu Chaoyang didn't even smile while riding on his horse, and just replied casually: "Thank you for your hard work." After that, he dismounted and walked into the courtyard with big strides. Behind him, Deputy Director Li, who had dismounted from the horse and didn't even care about the horse, was trotting after him. This time, Deputy Director Li was not wearing a suit, but a long gown instead. The way he held the front of his clothes with one hand and chased after him was very interesting.

Guo Yang led Xu Chaoyang across the courtyard and arrived at the living room of the second courtyard. Then he looked at Old Lady Yan who was sitting behind the eight-immortal table and walked over.
"Report! Xu Chaoyang, commander of the 129th Brigade of the 217th Division of the th Group Army, reports in!"

His shout not only made Yan Laoxizi raise his head, but also made the other two people in the room turn their heads.

The moment Xu Chaoyang raised his eyes, three people in front of him, each with a different look, were looking at him. He had seen Yan Laoxizi with two sword-like eyebrows, but how come Fu Zuoyi, who was in his forties, was bald at this time? And the one with two mustaches, should it be Wei Lihuang?

Xu Chaoyang identified the three people in front of him from the photos he had seen in his previous life. However, the moment these three people looked at him, they stood up from the Eight Immortals Table at the same time. The first one to come over was Fu Zuoyi, who returned a military salute and said, "Chaoyang, we have passed each other on the battlefield many times. I didn't expect that we would meet in Shanxi this time!"

Fu Zuoyi did appear on the same battlefield with Xu Chaoyang several times, such as Chahar and Xifengkou, but the two of them had never fought against the Japanese together in the same area. Now it can be regarded as a kind of fate.

"Xu Chaoyang, right?"

After Fu Zuoyi finished speaking, Wei Lihuang also came over and looked Xu Chaoyang up and down. After looking at him several times, he said with regret: "It's a pity that we met too late."

The two of them walked into the house side by side, one on the left and one on the right, and Xu Chaoyang walked calmly to the opposite side of Yan Laoxizi.

"sit!"

This time, Yan Laoxizi did not step forward to greet him, but stretched out his hand towards the seat opposite him.

When they sat down, Yan Laoxizi didn't even say a word of introduction, but just shouted, "Map!"

Then, Guo Yang walked in from the side and spread out a map on the eight-immortals table. The place spread on the table was exactly Xinzhou.

"Everyone, this time the Tojo Corps and the Fifth Division are entering Shanxi, and they want to turn you and me into slaves of a conquered nation. Please put aside your prejudices and win the battle at Xinkou, so that everyone in the world can see that we Chinese still have blood in our veins!"

The tone was high enough, which was in line with Yan Laoxizi's status. At this time, the people at the table had to give each other some face, even if it was just appearance. They had to finish the battle of Xinkou first. After all, it was 100,000 people fighting against two divisions. If they still lost, wouldn't Yan Laoxizi become Sun Quan? Wouldn't Shanxi become Tumubao?

But at this moment, Xu Chaoyang suddenly asked: "How to let go of prejudice?"

With just one sentence, all the attention that Yan Laoxizi had just attracted was drawn back.
(End of this chapter)