Biography of Haiguo

The historical samurai spirit invented this suicidal melee combat mode.However, he never imagined that the Qin army had also learned such a fighting method, and could carry it forward and use it to deal with them in turn!

These unlucky Dongpu troops were caught off guard because they did not expect that the Qin army would have the power to counterattack under the double blow of artillery fire and gas bombs.At the beginning, Dongjiuer Palace wanted to bluff and frighten the Qin army who had been tortured for many days, but the top military commander of the other side took the lead in the battle, cutting melons and vegetables, and cut off dozens of soldiers with daggers as quickly as ghosts. Throat, this kind of "Kung Fu" is hard to match even the most powerful ninja!

What frightened them even more was the murderous intent of Qin Jun's last stand.

In fact, according to past experience, the soldiers of the Qin Army were not cowards, but they were repeatedly defeated by Dongying because of their backward weapons and uneven quality.However, this time is different: in the cramped and dark space, the gap between people has shrunk to the extreme. Relying on instinct and fighting and retreating, in the end they really broke through a hole, and then fled out like crazy.

"General, don't chase after the poor, should we let the brothers go back and defend the fortress again?" Adjutant Bai Chengli asked Shen Changhe as he wiped the blood from his face.The young general standing in front of everyone just thought for a while, and then said firmly:

"The defenders of the second and third forts stay, and the others follow me out!"

Chen Xining waited in the rear for nearly four months, and finally got the good news of victory.Out of necessary etiquette, he immediately sent envoys to the front to greet and reward the soldiers, but the envoys failed to meet Shen Changhe himself at the first time.

The adjutant Bai Chengli politely received him and stayed in a hotel in a town near the headquarters. Before the envoy could ask questions, he gave him the answer in a very apologetic manner: "The general still has urgent military affairs to deal with. I can't meet Mr. Special Envoy in person, so I let you come here, Wan Wang Haihan."

Although the envoy didn't know the authenticity of Bai Chengli's words, he had to stay there inexplicably; however, he never imagined what kind of "urgent military affairs" the general himself was dealing with at this time.

At this moment in the field hospital, Shen Changhe was going from ward to the wounded with a handsome and elegant man.This person looks like 34 or [-] years old, always smiling before saying anything - he is the chairman of the New Party, Duan Yan.

The so-called field hospital was actually a temporary reconstruction of a local Catholic church.The owner of the church, Morrison Cecil, is a priest from Oceania; since he is a priest, he must be a pious person—because he is so pious that God teaches that "God loves the world" His creed was carried out by him at the cost of ruining his family.

Although Father Morrison has the word "father" in his title, he is actually not too old. He is just 27 years old this year.He himself has a typical Anya appearance with blond hair and blue eyes. After he came to Qin, he was often regarded as a "monster" by the ignorant local people, so he had to hide in the church often and dare not come out easily; the first time he saw Shen Changhe With those deep green eyes, Morrison thought he had met a "compatriot" who had traveled across the ocean from the motherland, and just wanted to be excited to make a kiss, but the other party spoke in standard Qin official dialect:

"Dear priest," the tall blue-eyed man in front of him clutched his bleeding left shoulder, his voice was already very weak: "We are soldiers of the Qin State who resisted the Japanese invaders, may I... use your precious land to settle the wounded?"

"You, know that I'm a priest?"

Morrison, a devout Catholic, opened his equally big and deep blue eyes, and grabbed the other's uninjured arm: "You are from Qin? How do you know that I am a priest?"

"..."

At that time, Shen Changhe almost wanted to put a gun directly on his head to let him know what it means to eat food indiscriminately and not to talk nonsense.He endured the pain of the wound, smiled patiently and gently, and answered the question: "Father, we need your help."

Triple-legged ([-])

Although Father Morrison was a talker, he was soft-hearted and kind.Therefore, from that day on, all the patients lived in this bungalow-style church.

Duan Yan traveled thousands of miles from the northwest to the Central Plains just to have an in-depth discussion with Shen Changhe on the direction of post-war work, so when Shen Changhe invited him to "visit" the field hospital, he agreed without thinking about it—of course , because his identity is really sensitive, so he can only come here pretending to be a reporter.

On the way, Duan Yan kept trying to bring the topic to the direction he wanted to talk about, but Shen Changhe kept talking about it in a foolish manner, so that he couldn't find a suitable opportunity at all.Along the way, Duan Yan was also "forced" to witness the tragic situation of the Qin army after the Wuzhou Battle:

Not to mention that there are wounded soldiers with stumps, broken arms, or sitting or lying everywhere, and there are many "suspicious" wounds who have not been obviously injured by guns and guns, but their bodies have begun to fester and fester everywhere.Although the medical staff tried their best to treat and comfort them, they still couldn't bear to continue to howl and scream... This "hospital" now looks like a pocket hell.

"What's wrong with them?" Duan Yan frowned and asked subconsciously.Shen Changhe helped the medical staff hold down one of the wounded who was struggling violently so that the nurse could administer medicine to him, and patiently explained to him: "The Dongying people used biological and chemical weapons in the war, and our people suffered heavy casualties... Well!"

The last short groan was because the young soldier who was being pressed was struggling violently in severe pain, and he reached out and clasped his arm tightly, his nails piercing deeply into the inner muscles of the forearm !Seeing that Shen Changhe's arm was bleeding, the nurse next to him was stunned, and then went to push the man's hand away in astonishment, but Shen Changhe gently held him down: "Treat him first, don't worry about me. "

A politician's show.

Duan Yan watched coldly and came to such a conclusion in his heart.In all fairness, the Southwest General was amazing the first time he saw him, but to this day, neither he nor anyone else seems to be able to see Shen Changhe's beauty.

Standing in front of his stunning face is the title of "General of the Southwest" and the title of the ruler of most of Qin's territory.At this moment, he is just a politician, even an enemy.

"It hurts...it hurts..."

The soldier holding Shen Changhe's arm was very young - just looking at his still immature face, he probably would not be more than 20 years old.The young soldier's face and body were covered with large expanses of bruised and purple spots, quite a few of which had begun to fester, with yellow and white pus coming out from the inside out, making him look disgusting and pathetic.He closed his eyes tightly, and after saying this, two lines of blood flowed from his closed eyes——

black blood!

"Help, help me, I don't want to die!" He couldn't open his eyes, so he raised his hands indiscriminately and scratched in the air, like a drowning person trying to grab a straw.Shen Changhe gently held his hand stretched to the sky, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, you won't die."

"...General?"

Although the young soldier could not see him, he recognized his voice.He held Shen Changhe's hand back excitedly, a large tear slowly dripped from the corner of his eye: "I don't want to die... Please, help, save me... I'm in so much pain, I'm about to die of pain... I want to die." go home……"

The more he talked, the lower his voice became.Shen Changhe lowered his eyes and hugged his pus-blooded, broken body until the young man in his arms took his last breath.However, amidst the painful cries of the other wounded in the ward, except for Shen Changhe and the nurse who gave him medicine, no one noticed his sudden death.Under this situation, even Duan Yan couldn't remain calm: "General Shen..."

The following words came to an abrupt end after he suddenly saw several wounds that had begun to fester on the inner side of Shen Changhe's exposed forearm.Duan Yan looked into his rolled-up cuffs in disbelief, and could vaguely see more and more terrifying festering places!

"How do you...?"

Shen Changhe slowly put down the soldier's body, raised his finger in a gesture to silence him, and simply ordered the medical staff to deal with the burial, then got up and left the ward.Duan Yan followed behind him without knowing why, but Shen Changhe turned his back to him and said, "Sir, just say what you want to say."

Duan Yan heaved a sigh of relief as if he had received an amnesty, and immediately cut to the chase: "Thank you General for winning the Battle of Wuzhou. I think this victory will win a short period of peace for our country. Fight for the status of a legal political party for our party."

Now that Shen Changhe is a member of the New Party, theoretically all his actions must be restricted by the highest authority of the New Party - the council; however, in this era when power is king, the council cannot influence him to make any actions and decisions .

Only then did Shen Changhe turn around.His face was as pale as ever, but there seemed to be fire in his emerald green peach eyes: "I will definitely do this, but not now. If my relationship with the New Party is exposed now, the government will definitely make use of it, which is harmful to the overall situation. .”

"..." Duan Yan was silent