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Yang Guan's order made everyone incomprehensible, and they resisted, and even suspected that the instructor's head was kicked by a donkey.

However, military orders are like mountains, on the south bank of the Huai River, thousands of people carry out orders with psychological baggage, and they are all transferred in depression and grievance.

On the north bank of the Huai River, ten tanks were ordered to support the national army, and they disappeared from the sight of the soldiers in thick black smoke, as if they had taken away a sense of mind and had little life.

The land killer is gone, the patronus is gone, the soldiers have lost their hearts, the backbone, what to do?

The instructor said, cold salad, then cold salad!

In order to survive, 3,000 soldiers built a shallow trench front on the north bank of the Huai River, relying on a tributary of the Huai River to weave a three-mile radius.

But seeing that everyone was sweating like rain, they vented all the grievances brought from the south bank in the sand, and raised a sandstorm that filled the land for three miles.

Many soldiers have the psychology of digging and building tombs for themselves, but after dying in battle, there may be no bones left, and then a hatred is derived, and they can't wait to eat the little devil raw!

The hatred of the soldiers is monstrous, and they are all fighting against the sand, all of which Yang Guan can guess a rough idea, and he is also very helpless.

The war is ruthless, and feelings do not belong to soldiers, and the duty of soldiers is to die on the battlefield, and there is no choice!

The battle of the mountains lost more than 1,000 people, which is nothing compared to the elimination of three brigades or so of little devils, but Yang is concerned about the pain and is unwilling, the people of the country should live well!

Alive, Yang Guan personally led the team to the rear of the little devil with the determination to save the advance team, and quietly interspersed from the gap in the pursuit battle launched by the advance team.

He was not confused, and took advantage of the moment when the little devil's soul flew out of the sky and fled in panic behind enemy lines, and sneaked in the direction of Linhuai Pass.

Because of this, the soldiers on the north bank of the Huai River vented their souls as if they had lost their souls, worried about the adventures of the instructors, and aggrieved by the fate of the advance team, and spared no effort to build shallow trenches.

The wind fades, the morning and twilight are dyed, and the colorful clouds are so beautiful that they are fascinating.

The beautiful scenery is not appreciated, the purple glow reflects the front, and the figures of the colored sand bow endlessly, completely forgetting the colorful world.

It's like an ant cloaked in glow fighting against life, and it still fights endlessly!

This spectacle did not escape the detection of the little devils, and the reports at all levels alarmed the high-level, prompting a crisis to be approaching the advance team.

However, although the little devil investigated across the river, what he saw was extremely limited, and he could only see the sand and dust flying within a radius of three miles, and the figures were full of people, and the rest was unknown.

And this phenomenon continued until about ten o'clock, and the little devil did not attack, it looked extremely weird, and I don't know how long it will last?

On the south bank of the Huai River, five miles west of Linhuai Pass, there are six hundred people hidden in the bushes on a dirt bag.

"Drip, drip, answer......"

A melodious ticking sound sounded rhythmically, instantly awakening everyone, who clenched their weapons and looked around vigilantly.

The soldiers were on high alert, looking at the central position without detecting the crisis, where the instructor's headquarters was, and the battle was coming?

A crisp and melodious female voice interrupted the soldiers' train of thought, and they never got tired of listening to it, but they could only hope for it in their hearts, fragrant beauties and goddesses!

The cuckoo's black hair was messy, her face was covered with dust, and her crumpled military uniform had been war-torn and now dirty, but it was difficult to hide her graceful figure and beautiful face.

The war had destroyed almost everything about her, and she had no idea how to dress.

Now she only has a heart of revenge, and a love affair that is difficult to give up, haunted by her dreams, and she will never give up.

I saw her lying on her side between several tall bushes, holding a telegram and reading crisply: "The tank escort has called, and the national army has been escorted to evacuate fifteen miles, and the national army has basically formed a defensive front, please give me the next battle order?"

"Hmm!" Yang Guan held the knife behind his head with both hands, his body was lying on his back in a large shape, staring at a pair of bloodshot eyes, shaking his confused head and saying, "What time is it, tell me the specific situation?"

The cuckoo stared at his tired cheeks, his heart ached, he was so tired, he hadn't slept a single night in days, who could know his hardships?

His mind was racing, his eyes were damp, and the cuckoo snorted sourly, and forced the urge to shed tears and said: "The little devil pursued the national army relentlessly, causing certain casualties, and the specific situation is unknown."

"However, the little devils did not carry enough heavy firepower, arrogantly pursued the national army, they drove tanks to crush the little devils, mixed into the group of little devils to fight, and avoided the threat of heavy artillery bombardment."

"According to the telegram, about 5,000 little devils have been annihilated and the vanguard of the little devils has been scared away, and the little devils are gathering and camping five miles away."

"Well, good!" Yang Guan twisted his neck and sat up, put aside the topic and stared at the cuckoo and asked, "How is the deployment of the advance team on the north shore?"

The cuckoo stretched out his hand to help, handed over the kettle, and said worriedly: "Not long ago, I learned through a telegram that the brothers are still blowing sand, they are already very tired, is it too much to continue?"

Yang Guan gulped a few sips of warm water, smiled apologetically at the considerate Xiangmei with a warm pot, shook his head slightly and said, "Order them to insist, ecstasy tactics must not be relaxed!"

"But......" The cuckoo stopped talking, locked his willow eyebrows, stared at his tired appearance and sighed helplessly, and then turned around and sent a sad report.

Only then did the eighteenth smile and approach, and said flatteringly: "Zero, what do you estimate us to attack?" It's not a good place to stay long, you say? ”

Yang Guan looked sideways at his sneering face in surprise, and said angrily: "You kid is transgendered? Lao Tzu is not a fairy, if you have a fart, you can let it go? ”

"Hey, hey!" Eighteen glanced at the cuckoo vigilantly, for fear that she would reward another flying stone, and moved his hands and feet to avoid suspicion and said: "The little devil's heavy artillery position is right in front of you, kill it!"

"Whew!" Yang Guan was slightly startled, stared at him with disdain and asked, "You kid is bolder than me, tell me, how sure are you?"

"I ......" No. 18 grabbed the back of his head in embarrassment, blinked his eyes and said: "The little devil landed on the north shore, Linhuai Pass is already empty, and this is the best time for us to raid."

After a pause, seeing that the instructor did not refute, he continued: "The brothers on the north shore are tired, and if they continue to consume it like this, they will be exhausted without fighting."

Yang Guan had no joy or sorrow, staring at him, waiting for his next step.

The soldiers around him looked at each other like black charcoal people, showing their shining eyes, looking forward to the moment of fighting, and the fighting spirit grew invisibly.

No. 18 scratched his head in a daze, couldn't guess the instructor's intentions, and said with a smile: "I think that the little devils who attacked the north shore with tanks, our surprise attack artillery positions, and the brothers on the north bank responded as mobile troops, you see?"

Yang Guan rolled his eyes in anger, and scolded with his head and face: "Your head was kicked by a donkey? Don't talk about the enemy, don't know the truth, you still have the face to say a surprise attack? ”

"I ......"