PS: This update is a reward for the "888 Freedom" book friends, and the guaranteed sixth watch has not yet begun, so book friends can continue to wait. At the same time, I recommend the new book "The Supreme Master of the School Flower" of the great god of the "Wolf Shadow under the Moon" of the creation of the world, for this book, I can only say, very school flowers, friends who like it can go and see it.

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Liu Lang, who was completely enraged, summoned all the school officials to a secret military meeting overnight.

Although I don't know what the fat man is doing, looking at the helplessness and heaviness on the faces of the school officials, those who are familiar with Liu Lang know that I am afraid that this battle has not yet come to an end.

Yes, the war is not completely over.

It's just that it's not as they think.

Because he returned from the outside, his head was wrapped in bandages, although the fat man Tuanza, who had no blood on it, was sick, and before he fell completely ill, he still had some time for a few important people.

All of them.....

Shouldn't we cry twice? But why, can't you cry?

After the military meeting, the Great Wall Regiment radio station was turned on and sent a telegram to the Northern Military Commission at the same time as receiving the telegram that China and Japan had completely ceased fire four days earlier, which had been sent countless times by the Northern Military Commission.

Admiral He finally received a telegram from the Great Wall Regiment that had been turned on for a short time and then fell silent again, but he was not excited at all.

Although the Great Wall Regiment had informed them that they had completely withdrawn to a hidden place south of the Great Wall for repairs, they would return to Beiping when the main force of the Japanese invaders had completely withdrawn from the Great Wall Pass.

However, a piece of news surprised Admiral He inexplicably.

But the strange thing is that in addition to extreme surprise, he is more faintly worried, and as for what he is worried about, He Shang will not be able to say clearly.

The telegram made it very clear that Colonel Liu Lang, the commander of the Great Wall Regiment and former colonel of the Independent Regiment of the Second Division, was hit by fragments of a Japanese grenade during a battle against Japan outside the Great Wall a few days ago.

After the urgent discussion of the officers of the Great Wall Regiment, because the long-distance bumps could not guarantee the safety of his life, it was decided to leave the military doctors and guards to find a secret place to recuperate.

But a guy who can beat the 8th Division like a dog would be knocked down by a small piece of shrapnel like this? After seeing too many staggering victories of the Great Wall Regiment again and again, even generals like Admiral He have already regarded that fat man as a god-like existence, after all, it was the guy who defeated a main division of nearly 30,000 people in the Japanese army.

Throughout the entire 20 years of the Republic of China, General He could not find a colonel who could be compared with him, even the guy who was called an unborn military genius who also led a regiment called the "Iron Army" during the Northern Expedition.

Is this afraid that the chairman will settle accounts after the autumn? Because of the "Ten Gold Medals" electric order not to return? Ready to wait for the limelight to pass and come back? It is difficult for Admiral He not to associate with this aspect.

However, if that's the case, then that slippery fat guy can be regarded as underestimating Jiang someone. Admiral He smiled slightly, put aside the telegram of the Great Wall Regiment, and forwarded the telegram of the Great Wall Regiment to Nanchang without changing a word.

The little fat man is still too young! No one can match the military talent, but this political vision is slightly worse. This is the reason for Admiral Ho's smile.

You must know that now the entire erosive war in the north is just enough, and the "Tanggu Treaty" signed that makes all the Chinese people feel ashamed is the biggest poison point, and if it were not for Liu Lang's bright spot of beating the Eighth Division all over the ground, the entire national government would be drowned by the spittle of the Chinese people. Almost without thinking about it, the group of hot-blooded young people in Peking who were already eager to try it had definitely already played big slogans and loudspeakers, and finished the eighteenth generation of He Yingqin, including the bald boss.

Whatever the reason, the genius fat man and his Great Wall Regiment or the Independent Regiment must be regarded as a typical existence, and the national heroes who are tabooed by the president may not be substantially promoted, but such a good-looking and useless thing as a medal will definitely be soft. Moreover, in order to block the mouths of the people of the world, the bald headmaster, who has made up his mind not to reuse Liu Lang, will definitely not cut off his arm and cut his military power after the war, at most, after the limelight, drive him out of the Central Army, and leave him to fend for himself in a poor and remote land.

General He, who has followed the bald boss in the southern and northern wars for more than ten years, understands the old man's routine too well, and has been playing for many years.

It's just that I don't know much about politics, and the bald guy is probably going to smash the cup again! General He, who had been roasted on the fire for many days by the bald principal, was silently refreshed for a while.

Sure enough, the bald man who received the telegram from the Great Wall Regiment forwarded by the Northern Military Commissar smashed his cup in front of Wang Shihe, the head of the guard, who was helpless after a while.

No matter who you are, you will be furious if you are looked down upon by a little colonel like this! Not to mention the bald headmaster who claims to be the best leader in China at the moment!

"Shihe, have you seen it, what is Liu Lang? Hehe, are you afraid that I will settle accounts after the fall? Afraid that I, Jiang, will attack a little head of his regiment? It's just a rat's eye, it's just a small belly, it's just a 。。。。。。 The bald man was furious.

Wang Shihe could only be helpless and silent.

However, the bald guy is a bald guy after all, but after a moment of anger, he regained his calm thoughtfully, and there was even a trace of indescribable joy on his face.

"Liu Lang's son has good military talents, but he can only be the head of a group, and he is short-sighted, so he is not worried." The bald guy quickly saw the essence from the other side of the matter and gave Liu Lang a comment that he thought was pertinent.

A military talent without the slightest political vision is at best a sharp knife, and will never be the one who holds the knife.

Until this moment, the talented and unruly Liu Lang, who was like a thorn in the heart of the bald man, was finally completely pulled out.

Of course, Liu Lang didn't expect that the telegram he fabricated would have the miraculous effect of eliminating the scruples of the bald man.

Liu Lang's "illness" really didn't think about these places, but he was given such a reasonable reason by the bigwigs. If Liu Lang knew, he would definitely pat his swollen hands and tell them, yes, that's what my brother thinks.

In fact, those "military strategists" are too politically minded, because of politics, they are almost forgetting the essence of war.

War, that is, to see whose fist is harder and whose head is more iron.

The war that belonged to the politicians was over.

However, the war belonging to Liu Lang is not over.

The war of the Great Wall Regiment is also over, but Liu Lang's personal war has just begun.

Liu Lang, who had already planned to stop and wait for the Chinese and Japanese sides to negotiate and lead his troops back to Beiping, decided to go to his dog-day ceasefire, forced by some unspoken rules, the Great Wall Regiment could not fight, but it did not mean that he Liu Lang could not fight.

He is Liu Lang, the blade of the Republic in the previous life, and the National Revolutionary Army in this life, and more importantly, he is a man.

No man can bear to see a group of robbers break into his home, kill his relatives, and leave with a swagger.

There are still 61 corpses accompanied by green pines, and all Liu Lang has to do is to make the Japanese not leave with a smile, even if they want to leave, they have to cry.

The end of the whole battle is the glory of a future republic.