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So they launched a huge army and a large-scale combat plan. However, what was unexpected was that the so-called military expert who was sent this time actually made strict and rigid regulations for each machine gun point.

He completely ignored the flexible combat style that the army had long adhered to, and this approach undoubtedly greatly restricted the combat effectiveness of the troops.

What's worse is that this person is just a half-baked person who doesn't even have a good grasp of such basic skills as drawing maps, which makes it impossible for the people below to accurately find the location of the machine gun point.

However, the superiors insisted that the machine guns should not be placed anywhere else, which made the situation even more chaotic.

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The battle was inexplicably and chaotically fought, but the defeat was extremely tragic and spectacular, which is precisely the source of this fierce debate.

You know, for the man who personally created and gradually nurtured this army, such a large number of casualties would undoubtedly make him feel heartbroken and unbearable.

What's more, they have been eating and living together these days, getting along harmoniously and being as close as real brothers.

But now, so many good brothers have left him. How could he not be heartbroken to the point of almost suffocating?

Faced with such accusations and insults, the other party was naturally furious and immediately slammed the table to fight back.

"Show me some respect!"

In this way, the two sides went back and forth, neither giving in, and a fierce war of words broke out in an instant.

Fortunately, after several attempts at persuasion and mediation by others, the farce was finally settled. However, at this moment, continuing to stay on the mountain was tantamount to waiting for death, and no one could predict what kind of unexpected events would happen next.

So after some discussion and consideration, everyone decided to implement a strategic shift without delay.

Fortunately, during this difficult transfer campaign, we were able to benefit from the help of the warlords of the Guangdong Army.

On the way to their destination, they encountered layers of blockades and interceptions from various warlord forces from the Guangdong Army and the Hunan Army.

However, the warlords of the Guangdong Army knew clearly in their minds that if they desperately resisted the encirclement, they would only end up becoming cannon fodder in the hands of the bald man.

Once their own troops are exhausted, the bald man's army will inevitably march straight in and take over this territory.

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Therefore, in private, the relationship between the warlords of the Guangdong Army and Rabbit was closer and more friendly than that with Baldy.

Based on this situation, the two sides successfully reached an agreement to borrow the road, in which one party took the task of feinting and deliberately let the rabbit pass.

The other party chose to evacuate so that they would not be disturbed or affected in any way.

However, the Hunan warlords had a completely different attitude. Since that place was the hometown of that important figure and the situation was the most turbulent, the local warlords and landlords were resentful of the rabbit.

But what they didn't expect was that the rabbits would approach them so quickly, and there were other rabbit armies active behind them.

Because of this, the army crossed the three lines of defense ahead at an astonishing speed - the blockade line tightly guarded by the Guangdong Army, the blockade line solidly constructed by the Hunan Army, and the blockade line jointly established by the Guangdong-Hunan Allied Forces.

In this way, they rushed straight to the bank of the Xiangjiang River, where a crucial breakout battle was about to unfold. This fierce battle, under the command of a self-important man who had just returned from abroad, seemed particularly tragic and heroic.

Hua Ningyao stared quietly at the surging river that was dyed red by blood, and an indescribable pain surged in her heart.

Although she had experienced countless wars and witnessed the ups and downs of thousands of years throughout the ages, she had never felt as heavy and overwhelming as she did at this moment.

In the past, she might have felt sorry for the lives lost, but what she saw and heard this time brought her an unprecedented spiritual shock, and the pain seemed to be deeply imprinted in the depths of her soul.

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"Why do I feel so sad... Why do I... feel like this history is familiar?"

She felt a little depressed and irritable. Why did she feel so powerless?

"How on earth was this battle fought?"

A young soldier with tear marks on his face and a look of grief and anger cried in a trembling voice.

"Ever since those guys came, more and more of our brothers have sacrificed their lives!"

His words were like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the hearts of everyone present. Yes, weren't what he said the common voice of everyone?

When facing the enemy's encirclement and suppression, they were not only able to successfully repel the enemy, but they were also able to seize a large amount of valuable supplies and ammunition.

However, now, our own personnel are constantly decreasing and are almost being exhausted.

What is particularly heartbreaking is the extremely tragic Battle of Crossing the Yangtze River, in which more than 50,000 brave and fearless soldiers sacrificed their young and precious lives in a short period of time.

Countless corpses were floating on the river, and the bright red blood dyed the river water as shocking as purgatory.

This serious problem was not limited to the discussions among the lower-level soldiers. Even the senior leaders realized the seriousness of the situation and quickly gathered everyone to find a secluded place for in-depth discussion.

After several heated debates and analyses, they decisively rejected the original combat plan and resolutely decided to march westward to try to find a new way of survival.

Although the initial hope for the future was as elusive as a lighthouse in the fog, one thing is clear: the Xiangxi region has become an absolutely forbidden area that cannot be set foot in.

After that, the army trudged along the way and finally arrived at the critical point where its fate turned.

It was here that they corrected their past mistakes in time and established the outstanding leader who could lead everyone to the dawn of victory at this critical moment.

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When the army reached the east bank of the Chishui River, it was blocked by a reinforced brigade from Sichuan.

At this time, the advance of the legion in the north was blocked. If they catch up here, it would be troublesome.

Hua Ningyao was standing next to that great man at this time, and also met that old grandfather.

Although they were still middle-aged at this time, for some reason, Hua Ningyao wanted to call them grandpa.

At this moment, after careful consideration, the two men made a prompt decision to send their men to quickly occupy a nearby ferry and formulated a battle plan to attack Wang Jialie.

At the same time, the Sichuan Army also learned about this incident and immediately sent messengers to inform the Guizhou Army.

However, issuing a notice is just an action; whether the other party will heed the advice is another matter entirely.

The soldiers in charge of guarding here each had their own ulterior motives. They secretly thought that this "rabbit army" must be going into Sichuan.