Three days.
Three whole days.
Yan Song and the commander of Fengcheng cooperated to launch wave after wave of bombing, bombing like madmen, causing He Guangfu to retreat in defeat and flee back in a frantic retreat.
As the Jing Clan prepared to send reinforcements, Yan Song brought out the first-class war criminal captured by Yan Lin and sent him to the International Military Tribunal, thus openly declaring war on the Jing Clan.
When the news reached the ears of the King of the Jing tribe, he was startled and immediately ordered a retreat.
Yan Song led his army to conquer cities and territories, almost reaching the capital of the enemy country. Along the way, he saw displaced refugees and Chinese infrastructure everywhere, which made him so angry that his nose was crooked.
Those sons of bitches.
They eat the food produced domestically and enjoy the blood squeezed from China's mouth, yet they turn around and join forces with others to bite back.
That's really vicious.
Yan Song gave an order without hesitation: whenever passing through the military territory of the Jing Clan, if they saw any items funded by the domestic government, they should take them if they could, and smash anything they couldn't take.
Some were blown up, some were destroyed.
Not a single one was left.
After leading an armed squad and destroying a stronghold, Zou Xiaozhou said with a grin, "Commander, we've captured a large number of weapons, all of them top-quality."
He was happy when the enemy was in trouble.
The enemy was annihilated, and they were filled with pride and joy.
We can't let that ungrateful wretch get away with it.
Yan Song nodded.
He asked, "How are Yan Lin and Zhizhi? Are they still not awake?"
Just as Zou Xiaozhou was about to say no, a communications soldier came to report: "Regimental Commander, the Battalion Commander has woken up."
"Really? That's great! Quick, quick, let's go see him."
Yan Song hurriedly got up and jumped into the car.
The military hospital under lockdown.
Yan Lin had just woken up. He glanced around and suddenly sat up, calling out, "Zhizhi, Zhizhi, where are you?"
He remembered that the last bullet pierced Wilson's chest.
He Guangfu escaped.
He and Xu Manzhi were exhausted. They vaguely saw the reinforcements and even the regimental commander... They didn't know if they were dreaming...
"Your sister-in-law is next to you, but she hasn't woken up yet."
Upon hearing the commotion, Dai Chunying and Ye Yunzhu rushed into the ward immediately, their faces beaming with joy, and hurriedly went to comfort Yan Lin.
That scene was so epic.
Blood was everywhere, countless people were dead or wounded, and those lying in pools of blood were the deadliest enemies of the Mao Mao Duo tribe and their mercenaries. Green bubbles and green blood were rising from the ground.
There was also melted hair, skulls, and countless dead snakes, scorpions, and venomous insects...
Not far away stood rows of He Guangfu's troops, their submachine guns set up and ready to fire at any moment.
Two blood-soaked figures stood amidst a sea of blood.
The wind sweeps away the setting sun, and the sun dips below the horizon.
The stench of blood in the air was so strong that even now, recalling it, I can almost smell the pungent odor.
Everyone who has met him will never forget him.
The bloodshed, cruelty, and ferocity of this battle were beyond comprehension and deeply shocking.
From now on, no matter how ugly Yan Lin is, it won't be surprising. In their eyes, he is the most lovable person in the world.
The image of him fighting side by side with Xu Manzhi is deeply imprinted in everyone's minds and cannot be forgotten.
“Zhizhi…” Yan Lin rolled off the bed and landed on the ground.
He didn't care about anything else, rushed to his wife's side, rested his head on Xu Manzhi's cheek, and rubbed his rough face against his wife's fair cheek.
"Zhizhi, my wife~"
Yan Lin murmured softly.
He simply couldn't imagine that the person who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him was not anyone else, but the woman sleeping next to him, whose strength far exceeded his imagination.
Suddenly, an intense emotion welled up in his heart, a mixture of love, respect, and heartache... making him want to get to know her again.
What kind of environment could nurture such a bizarre creature?
He really doesn't understand.
I want to explore, I want to know more about her, and even more.
"Yan Lin".
At this moment, Yan Song arrived in a hurry with a large group of people.
Yan Lin glanced up and his eyes instantly turned cold. He slowly said, "I won't leave until Zhizhi wakes up. I don't want to say anything."
He knew he needed to report on the battle situation and Xu Manzhi's achievements... but his wife was still asleep.
She wasn't a soldier in the barracks, but in his heart, she was already more precious than a thousand others.
Yan Song shook his head.
He expressed his understanding and promised to wait until Xu Manzhi wakes up...
Yan Lin got up and closed the door.
Everyone waited in the hallway outside the door.
Ye Yunzhu stepped forward and handed over the test reports, saying to Yan Song, "Commander, we discovered traces of the Japanese during this battle. This data was extracted from the battlefield."
Yan Song took them and scanned them one by one.
When he sent Yan Lin over, he secretly told him that the person in charge of the poison gas laboratory within the Jingzu territory was the traitor Wang Qian. It would be best if he could capture him alive, but if not, he should be killed on the spot.
This battle is not going to be easy.
But the truth is truly shocking.
"Alright, seal this report away and don't release it to the public for now," Yan Song said.
"yes."
Ye Yunzhu took the report and left.
Another whole day has passed.
Yan Lin stayed by the bedside without eating or drinking, feeling anxious and uneasy. He asked the doctor several times why Xu Manzhi had not yet woken up.
The doctor repeatedly comforted him.
He was extremely agitated, and around midnight, while he was in a very light sleep, he felt a hand brush against his cheek. The icy touch instantly woke him up.
Yan Lin suddenly looked up, and exclaimed in surprise, "Zhizhi..."
"Yes, I'm sorry to have worried you."
Xu Manzhi's voice was hoarse.
She was really too tired, really too tired.
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