It also takes some time for the people from the Kyoto Military District to line up.
"Commander Ma, Chief of Staff Song."
Song's father was the chief of staff of this battle. He came with the troops and did not arrive on a special plane first.
Song's father excitedly pulled Song Yiyuan over and dragged him to the side.
"Is what Zhou Gong said true?"
Song Yiyuan knew what his father was talking about.
He nodded solemnly. "Qingqing developed it. She's busy inside. Wait until the two armies are done before you enter. Zhou Gong and the others are not allowed to enter this tent. We haven't told the soldiers about this yet, for fear that the scouts on the other side might get wind of it."
Father Song nodded.
I think it should be so.
No matter how big the trump card is, it is not appropriate to reveal it immediately.
"Okay, okay."
He said "good" three times in a row, then turned around to help Commander Ma coordinate the soldiers under him.
Three hours passed in a flash.
The Kyoto Military District has been completely transplanted and sent to the border for defense.
More than half of the Sky Eagle Guards had been transplanted, leaving about 10,000 people.
Song's father followed outside, watching people coming in and out constantly. He was anxious but could do nothing to help.
I looked and it was already 7 o'clock in the morning.
He went to the kitchen and personally made dumplings, cooked them and brought them over.
"General Song, you've been busy all night, have some breakfast."
When the Sky Eagle Guards saw the plump dumplings, they thought that Chief of Staff Song was a really good father, and he even made dumplings for his son himself.
Song Yiyuan knew that this bowl of dumplings was not for him.
He nodded and carried the dumplings into the tent.
Song's father paced back and forth with his hands behind his back.
Planning how to fight this battle.
Ten minutes later, when Song Yiyuan came out of the tent, his father asked, "Are your dumplings dry? Do you want something thin so I can make some porridge?"
Song Yiyuan shook his head.
"There's water in the tent."
"Dad, take a rest. Get up in two hours."
Get up and fight.
Later, Song Yiyuan said with his lips: "I didn't say that."
Father Song nodded happily.
"Okay, I'll go to bed now."
After sending his father away, Song Yiyuan wiped the non-existent sweat from his head.
For three whole hours, his father stared at him as if there were light bulbs in his eyes.
He even suspected that his father wanted to open a separate page in the family tree for him.
After all, without him, there would be no such a good daughter-in-law like Qingqing.
Another hour passed.
All the members of the Sky Eagle Guard have been transplanted.
Song Yiyuan and others each received a notice: a swearing-in ceremony would be held.
The leaders of each unit immediately coordinated their men to line up in the open space of the camp.
Except for those stationed at the front line who had not returned, most of the troops in each unit were arranged in square formation. The vast expanse of land was suddenly filled with a sea of heads.
Lin Qingqing and Jiang Haixia were wearing white coats, wrapping themselves tightly with only their eyes exposed, standing in the distance and watching.
On the high platform, Duke Zhou spoke first.
"Hello, comrades, hello, today someone is trying to invade Chinese territory. We cannot sit idly by. The backbone of China will never bend..."
The deafening sound of the broadcast reached the other side.
The soldier from Country L tickled his ears.
"What's wrong with Huaguo?"
“It’s all negotiated.
What's the point of talking about whether your spine is bent or not?
She's really acting like a whore and pretending to be a saint."
Soldiers from a small country listened to the majestic voices coming from the radio, and mocking sounds spread across the border.
The Chinese garrison soldiers were just a few steps away from them.
Listening to the insulting and ugly words, her face was tightly knitted.
His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, staring at the soldier opposite him who was laughing so hard that he was bent over backwards.
How do you know you will lose the battle before it even starts?
China has won the most battles in the world by defeating the larger force with a smaller one.
Aren’t there only a million people on the other side?
It’s not ten million people.
The more the soldiers of a small country mocked and insulted them, the higher the morale of the soldiers stationed on the border became.
They kept their eyes on the people opposite them, and had even decided which one they would rush out to deal with first.
At the oath-taking ceremony, leaders took turns speaking.
Zhou Gong and others had been to the battlefield and knew the soldiers' psychological activities best.
Raise morale one wave higher than the other.
He Shiru and others were awakened by the broadcast.
When he asked his deputy general, he found out that some kind of oath-taking ceremony was being held on the other side.
"What the hell is going on?"
"Does China want to start a war?"
He was not panicked at all and entered Zong Weila's tent. Soon others came over.
"What is China doing?"
Didn't they say just an hour ago that they were willing to give out 2,000 prescriptions and share other high-tech medical technologies?
The oath-taking ceremony means to start a war.
They were really confused at this moment.
Zong Weila signaled everyone to stay calm.
"Has the spy returned?"
If there is any unusual movement on the other side, the spy will come back and report immediately.
He Shiru just asked her deputy general, but she hadn't heard that he had returned.
"They haven't returned, and there's nothing unusual. Two troops arrived at the camp opposite at around 2 a.m., their Kyoto troops and the Sky Eagle Guards."
The person in charge of Country P suddenly burst into laughter.
"They don't think that with 90,000 people coming, they can fight me, right?"
Zong Weila frowned.
I feel a little uneasy.
As far as I can remember, China has never bowed its head to others. This peace talk was a little too smooth.
"First, send 10,000 soldiers across to test their attitude and force them to stop dithering."
Zong Weila just finished speaking.
His deputy general strode in with a letter.
"Commander, the enemy sent us here, saying that our peace terms are too harsh and they can't meet them, so they chose to go to war."
He Shiru snatched the letter from the man's hand.
Tear the letter open.
He quickly read it and handed it to Zong Weila.
"Damn it, China has to fight. I told you that the peace talks are just a delay, but you still don't believe me. Who negotiates by dragging things out bit by bit?"
"If they want to die, let them die."
Zong Weila read the very provocative words in the letter.
"He Shiru, you are right this time."
China did it on purpose.
Now you are being so provocative, aren't you just looking to start a war?
"Send troops immediately!"
"Let's fight. We have nothing to fear. Even if the enemy has increased their forces by 90,000, so what? We have over a million soldiers. There's nothing to be afraid of."
He and his group came out cursing and ready to fight.
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