From noon to night, a full nine telegrams sent by the Military Committee were placed in front of Liu Lang and the school officials, plus the previous one, which happened to be perfect.

"Look, at that time, I was still talking about the twelve gold medals, no, there were already ten gold medals, so I sent the minister to kill our heads." Liu Lang pointed to the lines on the table, one by one, more harshly worded than the other.

"Then they have to have a messenger to dare to come here." Chi Dakui pursed his lips disdainfully.

"Brother Liu Lang Junjian, for the sake of national peace, I will temporarily extinguish my brother's heart to serve the country, and leave a useful body for the future, and it is advisable to withdraw the troops as soon as possible, and my brother Huang Jie respects it." Qi Guangyuan picked up the last letter and read it, and then sighed: "Hey, it seems that it is not General He who is in a hurry, but the one in Nanchang who is in a hurry!" ”

Qi Guangyuan naturally has a reason in saying this, only five of the nine telegrams were signed by General He Yingqin, the Northern Military Commissar of Beiping, and the other four were from Song Zheyuan, commander of the 29th Army, Liu Xiang, the new governor of Sichuan Province, Zhang Zhizhong, the current commander of the Fourth Army, and Huang Jie, commander of the Second Division, Liu Lang's direct superior.

General He naturally worded one letter more harshly than the other, and almost said that if Liu Lang did not retreat, he would be punished for violating the military order, and the other letters were all moderates, and persuaded Liu Lang to withdraw in a tactful tone.

The four people who could send this telegram to Liu Lang had more or less something to do with Liu Lang, but these four lieutenant generals were not something that He Yingqin could command at will if he wanted to, even if they still belonged to Song Zheyuan and Huang Jie, who were subordinate to him in the war zone. Zhang Zhizhong and Liu Xiang, not to mention.

The four who can send a telegram to Liu Lang at the same time, except for the master with the brightest head, I am afraid there is no one.

"Hey, maybe I didn't expect that the Japanese who are as anxious as ants on a hot pot now would be more anxious than them, don't you think it's ridiculous?" Liu Lang's face still showed a trace of loneliness after all.

This loneliness is not for the high-ranking officials of the government, their morality history has given the most real proof, what makes Liu Lang a little lonely is that he has no impulse to change history in his heart.

Especially when he heard that Chen Yunfa had swept away all the baggage of the Eighth Division, Liu Lang even had the urge to completely solve the Eighth Division within two days, turn around and stab the Sixth Division in the eye.

As long as he can really hurt the Japanese invaders, the Kwantung Army will come out of the nest in the face of the world's disapproval, and the bald headmaster must send troops north to resist the Japanese no matter how much he doesn't want to, because he can't lose the three eastern provinces and then lose North China.

The decisive battle between the two countries will be staged in advance, China is not ready, how can the Japanese be ready? In a hurry, Japan had only 18 permanent divisions, while China had nearly 2 million soldiers to fight with, although the so-called German armament divisions were not equipped with a few.

But at this time, Japan is definitely easier to deal with than Japan five years later, when the sea, land and air are completely ready, and the so-called 200 German mechanics that the bald headmaster wants to reassemble will only be 60 after five years, and more than half of them will be lost in the huge meat grinder in Songhu in the future.

No matter how bad it is, it is only five years ahead of the all-out war, in the past time and space, China has trapped more than one million Japanese main army with huge sacrifices, and the elite veterans have fought less and less in eight years, and their combat effectiveness has become worse and worse.

Liu Lang believes that a war between an unprepared China and an unprepared Japan will definitely have a much greater chance of winning a war between a fully prepared Japan and an unprepared China in the future.

However, this is just a dream after all, and in the face of the huge inertia of history, his efforts have finally come to naught.

"For the sake of the face of General He and the four generals, I will call back: In view of the stubbornness of the Eighth Division, our Great Wall Regiment will respect the military orders of the Northern Military Commission, wait for an opportunity to get rid of the enemy's entanglement, and return to the Great Wall defense area within four days. Liu Lang waved his hand and said with determination.

"Hey, didn't you say two days before!" Chi Dakui was slightly stunned.

Liu Lang couldn't help but roll his eyes, and continued angrily: "According to the plan for the afternoon, all the units will attack the Japanese invaders at eight o'clock in the evening, and tonight, let them not want to sleep." ”

Everyone quickly stood up and agreed, "Yes." ”

Until he walked out the door, Chi Dakui was still thinking about the difference between these two days and four days.

Qi Guangyuan laughed and put his arm around Chi Dakui's shoulder: "Brother Dakui, you may not have done business, don't you know what is the most important thing in doing business?" ”

"What?"

"Bargain!"

"Oh! I see, sir, this brain is really good. Chi Dakui woke up like this after Qi Guangyuan, and couldn't help but suddenly realize.

On the four days mentioned in the telegram, Shangfeng will naturally not be satisfied, and if it is reduced to two days, Shangfeng is estimated to be happy. But if you say two days at the beginning, and you don't reduce it to one day, then it will be another loss of face to the chief.

The commander is very good at fighting, but I didn't expect that the method of dealing with Shangfeng would be so perfect, no wonder some people say that the fat chief is a natural soldier, this is really true!

Of course, Chi Dakui didn't know that Liu Lang's young body was inhabited by a thirty-year-old soul, a soul that had been tempered on the edge of life and death for more than ten years, and had been mixed in the old oils of officialdom for several years.

In the years when the military factory was named, although there was no tempering of the will to fight, Liu Lang's sharp personality was sharpened and rounded a lot, and he changed from an iron-blooded soldier with eyebrows like a knife to a soldier who knew how to hide his edge.

Such a soldier is actually even more terrifying.

The Great Wall Regiment suddenly reversed the normal state of "pimping" each other in the past two days, and at most only sent company-level troops to participate in the battle, and all the mountain artillery vehicles rushed forward 10 miles under the cover of darkness under the pull of tractors at a speed of nearly 10 kilometers per hour, and under the protection of an infantry battalion, they frantically launched artillery bombardments on the 8th Division, which had just finished building a temporary field camp and had not yet finished eating, 10 miles away.

I almost didn't take a tablespoon of porridge on my face.

Mountain artillery has now become a nightmare for the chief of staff of the Eighth Division, as long as they are crazy to "sing", it means that the Great Wall Regiment will go crazy.

"The new infantry brigade entered the position to block it, and the rest of the troops retreated ten miles." Tanibe Terube threw down the lunch box and gave the military order without hesitation, turned around and picked up his command knife and began to retreat.

This is the strategy that he and Matsuda Kunichi have set up early on to break the wrist of a strong man. If you want to be so entangled with the Great Wall Regiment, how can you not pay the price? Only when the Great Wall Regiment launched an all-out attack was left to desperately block the attack, the rest of the men could withdraw ten miles away.

If the Great Wall Regiment wants to chase again, it will depend on who can run faster, and at this point, Tanibe Terubei is still very confident in the soldiers under his command.

Moreover, the direction of retreat cannot go to Chengde, which is the place where all the baggage is stored, and if the tiger of the Great Wall Regiment is led to somewhere, it will be too late for Tanibe to cry.

As a result, the Eighth Division, which had been attacked by three infantry battalions of the Great Wall Regiment in turn, and had lost a temporary infantry brigade composed of various auxiliary arms and was forced to run all night, finally stopped, and was less than a hundred miles away from Chengde.

Then the chief of staff of the major general of the 8th Division was really about to cry.

Because, the other Japanese troops were waiting for them to finally sit on the ground and rest, but the temporary commander of the Eighth Division was waiting for the bad news that Chengde City was captured by "bandits".

Moreover, it was already the story of yesterday morning, and the time had passed a full twenty-four hours.