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Chapter 661: Blaming Yu Xiaoqing

"What do you want?" Yu Xiaoqing suppressed the anger and shame in his heart, trying his best to look as calm as ever, as if facing a catastrophe.

"Just as the division commander said, a soldier should die on the battlefield with his horse's hide wrapped around his body. Since the division commander dares not help us cross the river, we should build fortifications on the Nantianmen and fight the Japanese army to the death.

However, our manpower is limited, and weapons and ammunition are also very scarce. We only ask the division commander to give us some artillery support, so that we can weaken the Japanese army's manpower to the greatest extent. In this way, we can reduce the pressure on the river defense and give us the confidence to fight the Japanese army to the death. "

“This…” Yu Xiaoqing hesitated.

"Today the army will be approaching, and river defense is of utmost importance. Artillery shells are scarce and should not be wasted lightly." Yu Xiaoqing said after thinking for a moment.

Wang Zhong looked into Yu Xiaoqing's eyes for a long while before saying, "So this is Master Yu's way of using troops!"

"Wang finally gained some knowledge today."

"What do you mean?" Yu Xiaoqing asked with a cold face.

Wang Zhong said: "It's meaningless. Since the division commander is unwilling to give us artillery support, please forgive me for my rudeness and take my leave first!"

As soon as Wang Zhong finished speaking, he turned around and waved his sleeves.

“Stop!” Yu Xiaoqing shouted, stopping Wang Zhong.

“I wonder if the Master has any other instructions?” Wang Zhong stopped but did not turn back. He asked sarcastically.

Yu Xiaoqing looked a little unhappy: "Where are you going?"

"Of course I'm going back to the west bank!" Wang Zhong said, "I am not the division commander, nor do I have the wealth of the division commander. On the battlefield, I was able to abandon thousands of my comrades who were coaxed by the division commander to go to Burma to fight against the Japanese, and then I was able to rise to a higher position with a pretentious attitude.

Wang now only wants to fight the Japanese army to the death with his brothers on the west bank, to fight for life and death together, to fulfill our passion and heroic spirit, and to allow the division commander to sit firmly in his current position with justification. "

After saying that, he left Yu Xiaoqing's command center without looking back.

Yu Xiaoqing's face grew redder and redder. Wang Zhong's words were like knives that stabbed into his heart with incredible precision, tearing off the fig leaf covering his face, throwing it into the mud, stepping on it again and again, spitting on it a few times, and then leaving with a look of disgust on his face.

Yu Xiaoqing was so arrogant and proud, how could he bear being treated like this.

"Zhang Lixian, call him back!" Yu Xiaoqing suppressed his anger, but his voice was somewhat hysterical. It was unclear whether it was because of shame that he lacked confidence, or because of something else.

"Yes, Master!"

Zhang Lixian immediately took the order and chased after him.

"Wang Zhong!"

"Wang Zhong!"

Wang Zhong walked very fast, and Zhang Lixian had to run all the way to catch up with him.

"You won't respond no matter how I call you!"

"So the officer was calling me! I thought he was calling someone else!" Wang replied to Zhang Lixian, then turned around and walked forward again, speeding up a bit.

"The commander asked me to ask you to go back."

Zhang Lixian hurriedly chased after him.

Wang Zhong said, "Please report to the commander, I promised my brothers on the other side of the river that I would fight alongside them. Now that the Japanese invaders are coming soon, I dare not stay on the east coast."

While speaking, Wang Zhong kept moving forward without stopping for a moment. He quickly came to the riverside. Seeing that the bamboo raft was still floating in the center of the river, Wang Zhong picked up the stone again and was about to go into the water.

Zhang Lixian hurried forward and grabbed Wang Zhong: "Master, you have your reasons too."

"What hardship can be more important than the lives of thousands of brothers, more important than fighting the Japanese invaders?" Wang Zhong looked at Zhang Lixian and asked word by word.

Zhang Lixian said anxiously, "Some things are beyond the control of the Master."

“No matter how much you say, it can’t cover up what he did.” Wang Zhong said.

"There are too many twists and turns here, and it can't be explained clearly in a few words. Come back with me first and talk to the commander-in-chief." Zhang Lixian was afraid that Wang Zhong would leave without looking back, so he hurriedly persuaded him.

Wang Zhong looked at him and asked, "Do you think Master Yu is someone who will be easily persuaded by others?"

Zhang Lixian was stunned.

Wang Zhong added: "If the officers are really interested, they can help the more than 1,000 brothers on the west bank and persuade Master Yu to fire more shells at Nantianmen to help us stop the Japanese army."

"I..." Zhang Lixian wanted to say something else but was interrupted by Wang Zhong.

"No need to say more, sir. I have made up my mind. However, I have something in my mind that I would like to talk to you about."

Zhang Lixian looked at Wang Zhong and said, "You go ahead."

Wang Zhong said: "Sir, do you know how many of our comrades have surrendered to the Japanese since the beginning of the Anti-Japanese War?"

Zhang Lixian was stunned by Wang Zhong's question and immediately shook his head.

Wang Zhong said: “Too many to count!”

"The common people were used to calling those Nationalist soldiers who surrendered to the Japanese the puppet army and the traitors, and they wanted to point at their spines and curse their ancestors for eighteen generations."

"Even so, there are still countless puppet troops surrendering to the devils. Has the officer ever thought about why this is the case?"

Zhang Lixian had no idea how to answer Wang Zhong's question because he had never thought about it before.

Looking at Zhang Lixian who was dumbfounded, Wang Zhong shook his head, sighed, and then said: "To die on the battlefield and be wrapped in horsehide is certainly the highest honor for a soldier, but this is by no means a great pride, but a great tragedy. Behind every brother who died on the battlefield, there are parents, wives and children, brothers and sisters, relatives and friends."

"When we go to the battlefield, we are ready to die. But we are also human beings. What we want is to die in a real fight with the Japanese, not to become someone's pawn or a stepping stone for someone to get promoted."

"That's all I have to say, sir. Please take care of yourself."

After saying that, he quickly stepped into the river holding the stone.

Zhang Lixian looked at Wang Zhong's figure that was gradually submerged by the rainfall, and the words that Wang Zhong had said in Yu Xiaoqing's command center kept echoing in his mind, and he couldn't help feeling mixed emotions.

Suddenly, Zhang Lixian seemed to remember something and wanted to call Wang Zhong, but Wang Zhong's figure had been completely submerged by the river.

Zhang Lixian did not leave in a hurry, but stopped by the river, looking towards the opposite bank. A few minutes later, he saw the figure, soaked all over and holding a stone, gradually emerging from the water. He breathed a sigh of relief, gritted his teeth, and turned to head towards Master Yu's command post.

The refugees and defeated soldiers who were waiting on the other side watched Wang Zhong, who was soaking wet, emerge from the water holding a stone. They even forgot to scramble to get on the boat.

Wang Zhong, wearing a wet military uniform, threw the stone aside and walked to the raft at the ferry while panting, his eyes sweeping over the people gathered on the shore.

Refugees, defeated soldiers, men, women, young and old, with their families.

"I am Wang Zhong, deputy commander of the Third Battalion of the Sichuan Army. I have been ordered to organize people to snipe the Japanese army at Nantianmen and protect the people from crossing the river." "Which unit are you from?"

Wang Zhong’s previous feat of crossing the Nujiang River holding a stone had already shocked everyone. Seeing Wang Zhong approaching, no one dared to speak.

"Sir, we are also from the Sichuan Army!" A thin middle-aged soldier in front of Wang Zhong raised his hand.

"What's your name and position?"

"Xu Dabiao, squad leader of the fifth squad of the third company of the second battalion of the Sichuan Army! Salute the officer."

"Okay, Xu Dabiao, I appoint you as the temporary person in charge of the ferry, responsible for escorting the people across the river."

"Yes, sir!" Xu Dabiao immediately saluted.

Wang Zhong swept his eyes over the crowd again and shouted, "We are soldiers. The duty of a soldier is to defend the land and the people and resist foreign aggression. But now, as soldiers, the Japanese invaders are approaching, and you don't think about resisting foreign aggression, but you have the nerve to compete with the people to cross the river? Are you worthy of the military uniforms on your body?"

"The Japanese are about to arrive, and you are all gathered here, rushing to cross the river. Do you know how to shoot with your buttocks, or do you have steel plates on your backs that can block the Japanese bullets?"

No one dared to refute, because they saw clearly that the person who picked up Wang Zhong just now was an officer, and the one who sent him into the water was also an officer.

“Bang, bang, bang!” Wang Zhong pulled out a Ma brand pistol from his waist and fired three shots into the air. He then shouted, “All those in military uniforms, stand up and line up.”

Now time is running out, and Wang Zhong does not have time to continue to explain things to them with emotion or reason.

No one knew whether they were shocked by the gunshot or overwhelmed by Wang Zhong's aura, but the fleeing soldiers looked at each other, and finally the first one stood up, followed by the second and the third.

In just a few minutes, all the defeated soldiers stood in several rows on the river bank.

"Xu Dabiao!" Wang Zhong put away his gun, stood in front of the queue and shouted loudly.

"Here!" The thin Xu Dabiao strode out of the line, stood at attention and saluted.

"First, I will appoint you as the person in charge of the ferry. Pick a team to be responsible for maintaining order at the ferry and take turns escorting the people across the river."

"Yes!"

Xu Dabiao immediately called out a group of people from the team and immediately began to maintain order at the ferry.

"Everyone, turn around, the rear team will become the front team, follow me up the mountain, build fortifications, and prepare to stop the Japanese army."

"set off!"

At Wang Zhong's command, he led dozens of defeated soldiers, holding only a pistol with only six bullets left, and headed for the Nantian Gate.

Wang Zhong turned around and took out a pile of military shovels from somewhere, threw them to the defeated soldiers, then quickly organized the men and began to dig fortifications.

There was no way out. The Japs were right behind them and would not let go. They would definitely not watch them cross the river. If they really wanted to cross the river, they had to fight the Japs and hurt them. There was really no way to lead the large army across the river.

Don't think that digging trenches is an easy job. Dozens of people worked for several hours before they could see any sign of progress.

On the riverbank, Xu Dabiao led a squad of people and quickly restored order.

The refugees, who were originally in chaos, also started to queue up.

However, the remaining refugees were still rushing to the riverside one after another, and there were also many defeated soldiers. However, most of the defeated soldiers were stopped by Wang Zhong and joined him in digging trenches.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, when Long Wenjian and his men arrived at Nantianmen, they saw a scene that shocked them.

Although the fortifications had only been dug in outline, seeing more than a hundred people gathered on the mountain, digging trenches and building fortifications against the clock, even Long Wenjian could not help but be shocked.

However, Long Wenjian guessed Wang Zhong's intention at the first moment.

"Do you want to snipe the Japanese army on Nantianmen?" Long Wenjian found Wang Zhong, who was directing the defeated soldiers to dig out Wang Zhong, and asked with a serious face.

Wang Zhong said bluntly: "Yu Xiaoqing blew up the bridge. Now the only way to cross the river is a rope ferry. There are so many of us. Do you think the Japanese will watch us cross the river?"

Long Wenjian was stunned by Wang Zhong's question. Of course he knew that the Japanese would never watch them cross the river.

"Yu Xiaoqing?" Long Wenjian was startled, then lowered his voice and asked stealthily, "You crossed the river?"

Wang nodded and said, "Yes, but now he is not the regimental commander, but the division commander. He was ordered by his superiors to strengthen the river defense, so he blew up the bridge immediately. Now if we want to cross the river, we can only rely on the rope ferry."

"What's the matter? Are you scared when the fake Li Kui meets the real Li Kui?" Wang Zhong looked at Long Wenjian with interest.

After being teased by Wang Zhong, Long Wenjian also laughed: "What am I afraid of! I'm just afraid that I can't bring these brothers home." Long Wenjian turned his head to look at the defeated soldiers who had joined the trench digging team under the leadership of Ayi and Fanla. His face was solemn and his expression was extremely serious.

"I promised to take them home."

Long Wenjian spoke word by word, but his eyes were a little vague.

Wang Zhong patted his shoulder and said, "I want to go home, too! But the Japanese won't let us go home right now."

"I know." Long Wenjian said.

"The Japanese scouts must be behind us. You watch here and I'll go take a look. Otherwise, they might sneak into our team and we wouldn't know about it." With that, Wang Zhong picked up his gun and headed towards Myanmar.

Long Wenjian nodded silently, looking at the fortifications being dug, and began to plan in his mind how to deploy troops and firepower, and how to resist the Japanese attack.

Just as Yu Xiaoqing said, Long Wenjian is a genius, a genius in war, a devil.

His ability far exceeds that of Yu Xiaoqing, otherwise, in the original book, he would not be trusted so much by Yu Xiaoqing.

Even the final attack on Nan Tianmen was an idea that this ingenious man came up with.

Even though Wang Zhong has accumulated experience from multiple copy worlds and has the help of a system, he may not be as good as Long Wenjian in leading troops to fight, especially in modern large-scale wars.

Wang Zhong walked up to Milong and looked at Shangguan Jieci and Lei Baoer beside Milong. Before he could speak, Milong took the initiative to greet him.

"This is my wife and my son."

"This is our battalion commander. He and your husband are friends for life."

Milong introduced both parties with a smile.

Wang Zhong glanced at Shangguan Jieci, raised his hand and rubbed Lei Baoer's head and said, "Congratulations, but I'm afraid you can't accompany them across the river for now."

The smile on Milong's face froze. He had already seen what was going on when he saw Wang Zhong and his men digging fortifications.

"I won't preach to you. Send your wife and children across the river first. Remember, stand in line and don't cut in line or make a fuss."

"By the way, if you have no place to stay after crossing the river, go to Zenda#### and find a girl named Chen Xiaozui. Tell her that I asked you to find her and she will settle you down."

After telling Shangguan Jieci Xiaozui's address, Wang Zhong left with his gun.