The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

Thinking of this level, Wang Yaowu's heart is full of bitterness. Their identities are doomed to be isolated, and they must pay some price while enjoying the glory.

Seeing Wang Yaowu's depressed face, Yu Jishi patted Wang Yaowu's shoulder with a serious expression.

"Our credit is earned by more than 1 brothers in exchange for their lives. Even if we offend people, we will accept it. We deserve it. Don't care about other people's opinions. As long as we can keep winning battles and defeating devils If you run away, all the rumors and prejudices will be broken without attack.”

"Yes! Military seat!" Hearing Yu Jishi's words, Wang Yaowu's gaze also became firm.

At this moment, a colonel and staff officer came out with Officer Xue's order.

"Seniors, Chief Xue has been waiting for a long time, please sit inside."

All the generals were also stunned. Although they had already begun to secretly game for the distribution of benefits in the near future, after all, the battle was not over yet, so they withdrew their thoughts and filed in one after another.

In the combat room of the Corps, Xue Yue, the commander of the Corps in uniform, had already been waiting for a long time.

Everyone stood at attention and saluted one after another, and then sat down. Everyone looked crisp and neat, and a murderous aura shot straight into the sky.

"You command the troops on the front line to fight bloody battles these days, inflicting a lot of damage on the devils, and creating an opportunity for our army to attack and annihilate the Matsuura Division. On behalf of the First Corps of the Ninth Theater, I would like to express my gratitude to you all."

As soon as Chief Xue said this, the faces of the generals showed joy, and it was also a kind of satisfaction to be recognized for their hard work.

The atmosphere in the war room was relaxed, and no one spoke, waiting quietly for Officer Xue's next words.

"Although our armies inflicted a lot of damage to the devils in the early stage and won a series of victories in battles, the centipedes are dead but not stiff, and the remnants of the Matsuura Division are still strong. According to intelligence, their reinforcements are desperately approaching. All units must not Slack..."

Seeing the generals sitting upright with serious faces, Chief Xue nodded with satisfaction. All the generals present are capable of fighting, and he has a lot of confidence.

According to his combat plan, in order to avoid heavy casualties, the time to launch a general attack on the Matsuura Division must be postponed for at least a week, and the attack will not begin until the Matsuura Division has completely lost its combat effectiveness.

However, the chairman personally sent a telegram requesting that the fighting be ended on October [-], as a tribute to the Double Tenth Festival, so he had to advance the time of his general attack.

"Now I'm announcing the general attack order!" Officer Xue looked around and suddenly raised his voice.

All the generals had been looking forward to this day for a long time. When they heard this, they all showed excitement and straightened their upper bodies.

"Our army will launch a general attack on the remnants of Wanjialing at [-]:[-] on October [-]th. All troops must move to their respective attack positions on October [-]th..."

When Chief Xue was issuing orders, a staff officer had already issued the specific action plans of each unit to the generals.

Text Chapter 654 Exciting

"On the night of October [-]th, all armies will launch a general offensive across the board to completely annihilate the Matsuura Division..."

The officer who returned from De'an brought back the order of Officer Xue's general attack, and the news spread quickly throughout the entire Wanjialing battlefield, every trench.

"We're going to attack! You little devil, wash your neck and wait for death!"

The arrival of the general attack order made every trench boil, and the brothers waited for this day for too long.

The same was true for Yang Ling and his regiment. When they learned that they would launch a full-scale offensive on the [-]th, the brothers who were still confronting the devils at the front line flushed with excitement.

Thinking that the great victory of annihilating a division of devils will be created in their own hands, the brothers can hardly restrain their excitement.

"Divide all the ammunition, everyone has enough!"

The commanders were equally excited, and they stopped hiding and distributed all the ammunition they brought back to the troops.

In the blood-stained trenches, the brothers were excitedly preparing, some brothers were sharpening knives, and some brothers were cleaning guns, preparing for a big fight.

"Brothers, listen to me well. Whether we can feel proud or not depends on this battle. The old rules don't kill anyone and keep no prisoners!"

Su Er, the company commander in dirty uniform, has already started mobilizing for his brothers in the trenches before fighting.

"Company commander, just rest assured, this time we will beat the little devil to the brim!"

The brothers are all full of courage at this moment, and they can't wait to launch an attack immediately.

Company Commander Su Er looked at these brothers who had been fighting on the battlefield for many days, covered in gunpowder and mud, and nodded with satisfaction: "Okay! After the battle, I will invite everyone to drink celebration wine!"

The devils are already lingering on their last legs, and people with a discerning eye can see that they are dying. What the brothers need to do now is to rush up and kill them all.

In addition to the fighting spirit of the brothers in the trenches at the front, the wounded brothers in those simple medical stations could not restrain their excitement to join the battle when they heard that the whole front was about to attack.

"Brothers, our troops are about to attack and completely wipe out the Matsuura Division!" Someone brought the news to the bloody medical station.

Whether it was the severely wounded who were screaming in pain on the stretcher or the lightly wounded who had just been evacuated while supporting each other, they all froze. The sound is loud.

From the time the troops were deployed to encircle the Matsuura Division, there were always many people who did not believe that the Chinese army could wipe out a single division of the Devils, and they always expressed pessimistic remarks.

But those who spread pessimistic remarks while hiding in the back of the security can't understand the mood of these frontline officers and soldiers, and don't understand how eager they are to win a battle.

They have been losing battles, thousands of brothers have been sacrificed, and every time a grenade is fired and the devils die together, they always say it is for victory.

But the frontal battlefield was defeated again and again. These ordinary officers and soldiers did not understand the strategic arrangements of the chiefs. They just longed for a victory and slashed their enemies for the countless brothers who died.

They fought bloody battles, and finally got a chance to win. Many people hugged each other and cried loudly. For this day, they have witnessed too much regret and waited for too long.

"Go! Let's go back. The brothers on the front line definitely need us. Let's fight in together to avenge the brothers who died!"

A wounded soldier covered in dirty dark red clothes struggled to get up from the ground, with an excited expression, he wanted to go back to fight side by side with the troops who were still fighting on the front line, and do their last strength for victory.

There are also officers and soldiers who are dressing up, regardless of whether the wound is still bleeding, and they are anxious to grab their guns.

"The wound hasn't been bandaged yet..." The young female medical soldier chased the excited wounded soldiers, her face full of anxiety.

As the wounded soldier walked back, he casually tied up the wound with a bandage, and the voice came back from afar: "Come back to bandage after the battle."

Seeing that the wounded soldiers didn't care about their bodies so much and hurried back to the battle line, the female medical soldiers stomped their feet anxiously: "If you don't treat the wound well, you will die, come back!"

The wounded soldiers heard those anxious shouts behind them, but there was no emotion on their faces, and their steps towards the battlefield became more determined. Ever since they put on this military uniform, they didn't want to go back alive. In order to win, they died. What is it.

The slightly wounded returned to the battlefield in groups supporting each other, while the seriously wounded were naturally unwilling to fall down and struggled to get up.

"Lie down for me! It's just a burden for you to go back like this!"

Zhang Hongying yelled and stopped the seriously wounded. She could understand their feelings, but as a doctor, she had to be responsible for these wounded. They couldn't walk, and they might not be able to hold on before going back to the war.

The seriously wounded were pushed back to lie down again by the female medical soldiers. They were not even as strong as the female medical soldiers now, so they could only watch the slightly wounded return to their positions excitedly.

A dying and seriously wounded man was lying on a blood-stained improvised stretcher. He struggled to hold a lightly wounded man who passed by.

"Brother, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back and participate in the general attack together. Can you help me kill a few more devils and avenge my brother? I'm the only one left in our class..."

The seriously injured brother had pleading eyes, and his voice was a little choked up. Thinking that he could not personally avenge the sacrificed brother, he was filled with guilt and self-blame.

The lightly wounded man who was pulled could understand the seriously injured brother, and he patted him on the shoulder and agreed to him: "Don't worry, I will kill a few more devils for you and avenge our sacrificed brothers! You take good care of your wounds, and I will come back later!" look at you."

"Thank you, brother, thank you..." The seriously wounded man's voice weakened as he spoke, and soon he lost his breath.