Others show their swords, I show my missiles!

The moonlight fell on the edge of the quiet battlefield, with only the occasional chirping of insects and the faint sound of wind in the distance breaking the silence.

Ding-ling-ling, the loud ringing of the telephone broke the silence of the night sky.

"Old Li, how are things going over there?" Ding Wei's voice echoed in the night sky, with a hint of concern and eagerness.

Li Yunlong's hearty laughter came from the phone, as if it could dispel all the haze.

"Hahahaha, the power is on now. The Sixth Division has been completely wiped out in the Beast-Exterminating Valley!" The voice was full of pride and power.

"But there is something I still need your help, Brother Ding." Li Yunlong changed the subject, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

A smile just appeared on Ding Wei's face, but then he became solemn again.

"Oh? What's the matter? What else can be difficult for you?" Ding Wei asked curiously.

"Hehe, haven't all the beasts of the Sixth Division been wiped out? There are corpses all over the Beast-Exterminating Valley." Li Yunlong's laughter rang out again, but this time with a hint of helplessness.

"Although the weather is getting colder now, we can't keep it for a few months! But there are three or four Japanese divisions rushing to the front of the regiment to offer their lives. They have come all the way to give us gifts, we can't refuse their kindness, right?"

Ding Wei nodded. He could imagine the mountains of corpses on the battlefield and the possible hygiene problems that would result.

"So, you'll have to light a fire in the Beast Extermination Valley to burn the corpses of the animals. Don't let the birds and beasts get sick from eating the unclean meat. You should also be careful. I heard that the Japanese are carrying a large amount of chemical weapons, which may leak during the battle."

"Okay, okay. If you say a word, Old Li, I'll go through fire and water for you!" Ding Wei agreed without hesitation.

He knew that this was a difficult task. This was not an ordinary fire. As the main enemy force of the Beast Extermination Valley, Ding Wei had already guessed what measures Li Yunlong had taken.

In addition to the corpses of the devils, there are also various toxins in that place, but this is what must be done to protect this land and its people.

It was precisely because Li Yunlong knew that with Ding Wei's vision, he would definitely be able to guess it, that he could safely hand the matter over to him.

"You deal with the Japanese first. When our regiment is done with the job, we'll ask you to reimburse the expenses. Don't deny it then!" Ding Wei said half-jokingly.

Li Yunlong rolled his eyes on the other end of the phone. "Everyone knows that you, Old Ding, are rich as hell, and you are also the old brigade commander's right-hand man. How can you care about these trifles? If you want something, write a note. If the brigade commander doesn't approve it, mention my name, Li Yunlong, and I will do it for you!"

Two years ago, Ding Wei would definitely not miss this opportunity to rip off Li Yunlong. But at this time, as Li Yunlong said: rich as hell! Ding Wei just said that, reminiscing about the past.

The conversation between the two gradually faded away in the night, but the trust and friendship between the comrades-in-arms were as dazzling as the stars in the night sky.

Soon, the order came from the headquarters: after setting the fire, the 16th Regiment went north to fight the Japanese invaders who invaded from Niangzi Pass; and Li Yunlong no longer had any worries and concentrated on fighting the three and a half divisions that came to rescue the th Division.

In Jiang Wufa's combat command hall, the lights were bright and the atmosphere was solemn and dignified.

The telegraph machine made a clear "tick-tick" sound, and as time passed, each tick seemed so heavy and full of expectation.

The officers stared at the telegraph machine nervously and attentively, their heartbeats seeming to be synchronized with the rhythm of the machine.

Finally, the telegraph machine stopped working and a telegram slipped onto the table.

A calm officer quickly picked up the telegram, his eyes flashed with excitement, and then he read aloud: "The headquarters of the Liberated Area sent a telegram to the whole country: After the heroic fighting of the soldiers in the Liberated Area, the Japanese Sixth Division, which had committed numerous atrocities in Jiankang, has been completely annihilated in the Beast Extermination Valley!"

This news exploded throughout the hall like spring thunder, causing a huge sensation.

The officers cheered and applauded, and the cheers merged into a sea of ​​joy. They hugged each other tightly to celebrate this hard-won victory.

The news quickly spread to every corner of the country, and the whole country was in an uproar.

On the streets, people were running around telling each other the news, their faces filled with irrepressible joy and pride.

The sounds of firecrackers and gongs and drums rang out one after another. People came out of their homes, waving red flags and shouting slogans to celebrate this great victory.

Within the area under Jiang Wufa's control, the people's reaction was even more enthusiastic, after all, Jiankang was under Jiang Wufa's control.

They gathered in the square, holding up banners and flags and cheering.

Children were walking among the crowd, their faces filled with innocent smiles, as if this moment of joy could last forever.

The old people's eyes were filled with tears. They had witnessed too many sufferings in wars, and the victory at this moment meant a lot to them.

On the streets and alleys, people lit firecrackers, ignoring the ban on setting off fireworks and firecrackers, creating brilliant sparks.

Fireworks bloomed in the sky, like blooming flowers, lighting up the entire night sky. People looked up, their hearts filled with longing and expectation for the future.

At this moment, the whole country was immersed in an atmosphere of joy and pride.

This victory was not only a severe punishment for the Japanese Army's Sixth Division, but also a great encouragement to the Chinese people's anti-Japanese spirit.

People believe that as long as they unite as one and fight bravely, there will be no difficulties that cannot be overcome and no enemies that cannot be defeated.

At this moment, Zhao Gang of the Independent Brigade wrote a poem:

Yongyule: Destroy the Japanese Pirates

The drums of war are beating, the flames are blazing, and the beasts are being exterminated in the valley. The cavalry are running wild, the swords are shining like snow, and the Japanese pirates are terrified. With lofty ambitions and heroic spirits, they vow to break the enemy formation like a dragon. The flags are unfurled, the mountains and rivers change color, and they vow to eliminate the Japanese pirates.

The sky was filled with gunfire and smoke, and the battle robes were stained red with blood. The soldiers worked together to fight bravely and vowed to wipe out the Japanese pirates. The drums of war beat again, and the heroic names will be passed down forever. The sons and daughters of China are proud. The monument will commemorate this battle and pass on the achievements to future generations.

The night was falling, the stars were twinkling, but Jiang Wufa's study was brightly lit.

He sat alone at his desk, with an urgent telegram he had just received spread out in front of him.

The content of the telegram was like an icy arrow, piercing his heart - the troops of the Plaster Country, his current actual cooperation partner, were completely wiped out by the Liberated Area troops that he had always been pessimistic about.

Jiang Wufa's face looked extremely pale under the light.

His brows were furrowed, as if he was weighed down by a heavy burden and unable to relax.

His fingers tapped on the table unconsciously, making a subtle and rapid "dong dong" sound, as if it was a reflection of his inner uneasiness.

He was in an unprecedented dilemma.

On the one hand, they have a cooperative relationship with the Plaster Country, and the interests of both sides are closely linked.

The failure of the Plaster Country troops would undoubtedly bring him great losses and inconvenience. He could not show too much joy, otherwise he would be misunderstood as gloating or even betraying his partners.

On the other hand, as the common enemy of all of China, the 6th Division’s destruction is undoubtedly a great event worth celebrating.

The Chinese people have suffered from the invasion of Japanese pirates for many years, and now they have finally seen the dawn of victory.

Although Jiang Wufa was in a high position, he also had a love and loyalty to the country and the nation in his heart. He dared not be unhappy, let alone show the slightest indifference and disregard for such a victory.

Jiang Wufa's heart was full of contradictions and struggles.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his inner turmoil. He knew that as a politician and a soldier, he had to make a wise and decisive decision.

Finally, he slowly opened his eyes and picked up the pen.

His fingers slid lightly across the telegram paper, as if he were playing a complex melody. Although his strokes were heavy and slow, each word was written with force and sound.

"Congratulations to your army on its glorious victory! May our Chinese nation prosper and become stronger from now on!" These were the words Jiang Wufa wrote at the end.

Although his heart was still full of contradictions, he knew that as a Chinese, he must make the right choice based on the standpoint of the country and the nation.

He put down his pen and blew away the ink on the telegram paper.

Then he folded the telegram carefully and put it in the envelope.

He stood up, walked to the window and looked at the dark night sky outside. He knew that this telegram would change his fate and the trajectory of his life.

But he had no room for regret or retreat - because he was also a Chinese!