Chapter 247: Defeat Green Tea with Green Tea and Fall in Love with the Warlord (26)
Han Zhiyao's troops had always possessed formidable firepower, and the Fourth Division seemed to have been energized. The Japanese were unable to resist and were forced to retreat in disarray. After the battle had subsided and they had cleaned up the battlefield, Liu Lao Hu, covered in gunpowder and scars, approached Han Zhiyao and respectfully saluted him.
"I, Liu Lao Hu, will never forget Marshal Han's kindness. If Marshal Han needs anything in the future, please let me know. I, Liu Lao Hu, will go through fire and water to help you."
"Commander Liu, there's no need to be so polite. You and I are both Chinese soldiers. I'm saving you and I'm also saving our country. Don't mind it." Han Zhiyao was speaking the truth. He rescued Liu Lao Hu's army not just to save Lao Hu, but also to save his motherland. This sentence made Liu Lao Hu feel soothed. His eyes were red and he nodded heavily several times, but he still remembered Han Zhiyao's kindness in his heart.
Han Zhiyao looked at Chen Lan, who was standing next to Liu Lao Hu, and nodded at her, "Coach Chen."
"Marshal Han, this is not a good place for us to talk. The battlefield has been cleaned up. Why don't we move to the headquarters to discuss in detail?"
"good."
The group led the elite core members to the headquarters, which had also been bombarded by artillery fire. However, it was relatively well-preserved, with minimal damage. However, it was clear that Liu Lao Hu and his men had given their all. For an entire division to hold out until this point despite inadequate supplies was truly admirable.
"Commander Liu, I shouldn't have said much about the Southern Government, but the situation is urgent now, so I have to say that the President has retreated to the sidelines and is unwilling to fight the enemy head-on. I have already contacted various warlord forces and the Labor Party to form a united front to fight the enemy together. I wonder what Commander Liu means now."
Commander Liu sighed deeply, but this sigh was not filled with melancholy, but rather indignation and resentment.
"To be honest with Marshal Han, I, Liu Lao Hu, am not loyal to anyone. I only want to be loyal to my country. The President doesn't want to defend the country, but I want to ask you what I should do."
Han Zhiyao nodded. Commander Liu's words were enough. "During this period, we will have different troops go to different occupied areas to provide support. As long as we are there, there will be no problem."
"What about the north? If troops from the north and other places rush over, won't that give those people an opportunity to take advantage?"
"Commander Liu, don't worry. A complete protection chain has been formed in the north, and complete trenches and troops have been built there. They can't get through." Han Zhiyao had planned this a long time ago, because he couldn't let Li Ziyan be in danger.
"That's good, that's good."
Some battalion commanders and regimental commanders had no objections to this. Soldiers like them weren't afraid of death, let alone dying for their country. They briefly laid out their strategy in the conference room and didn't break up until dark to eat and prepare defensive measures. Chen Lan, still wounded but with a resolute expression, walked up to Han Zhiyao.
"Marshal Han, long time no see."
"Coach Chen, thank you for the intelligence you provided me last time." Han Zhiyao's voice was low. Only they knew what they had said. The last time Chen Lan came to his house, she was nominally a representative of the Southern Government, but in reality, she was with the Labor Party. She brought Han Zhiyao the latest situation on the front lines and a list of personnel.
In fact, Han Zhiyao personally prefers the Labour Party. Compared with those parties and governments that put selfishness above all else, Han Zhiyao hopes that a country's political parties can make decisions for the people.
"Thank you, Marshal, for your righteousness."
Both of them were smart people, and they kept their words to the point. Han Zhiyao nodded at Chen Lan and turned to leave.
He needed support in other places, so he left behind a small group of troops and some supplies, and Han Zhiyao continued to move south with his army.
Communication equipment was not well developed in that era, and telephone calls were even more difficult to reach after the war. Han Zhiyao was busy with the war all day, and Li Ziyan did not dare to disturb him easily. The two of them occasionally sent telegrams to each other, but they could only get some replies with time differences.
Li Ziyan sat in the yard, watching the snowflakes falling in the wind, his eyes were empty. He was always worried. He hadn't slept well since Han Zhiyao left. He was obviously the one enjoying life at home, but he looked haggard.
Han Zhiyao anticipated the dangers of war, but overlooked the treacherous nature of politics and the wickedness of human nature. The Southern President refused to abandon Han Zhiyao's influence, and special envoys from the South frequently visited the Marshal's residence. Deputy Director Sun was also a ruthless individual, adapting to the situation and early on siding with the Southern government, seeking an official position. He then led his men to harass Li Ziyan and the old lady. Of course, whether this was a personal vendetta, only he knew.
"Sir, go back and have some rest. You look pale." Chunmei was standing behind Li Ziyan, feeling a little worried. She had seen Li Ziyan become visibly thinner these days. After talking to that group of people in a high-sounding manner every day, he would become even more tired. Sometimes she stood close to them and could hear the sarcasm in their words, but she couldn't interrupt.
"Okay, I get it. Today is New Year's Eve. Ask the kitchen to prepare some more dumplings and dishes so we can celebrate together."
"yes."
Li Ziyan didn't tell Han Zhiyao about these things. He didn't want to burden Han Zhiyao. He also told the people who stayed with him not to report them, so Han Zhiyao didn't know about it. Another battle was briefly stopped. Han Zhiyao drank a large jar of water and sat on a stool. He took out a piece of paper from his arms. On it was a telegram sent to him by Li Ziyan.
"I miss you, I think of you, I wait for you to come back."
Just a few words were filled with infinite emotions. The fierceness on Han Zhiyao's face dissipated a little, and his eyes were red. He left home in winter, and it has been a whole year now. The two have not seen each other for a year, and no one knows when they will see each other again.
"Marshal, the Japanese are coming!" Adjutant Liu rushed up in a hurry, his face still covered in dirt and dust, his expression fierce and fierce, a look he had never seen before Li Ziyan. "They were trying to launch a surprise attack from the bottom of the mountain, but we discovered them."
"Then don't let them leave alive." Han Zhiyao put the paper away carefully, holding it against his chest. He picked up the pistol beside him and looked at the battalion commanders and regiment commanders behind him. "Brothers, after today's battle, it will be a new year. Everyone, charge!"
"yes!"
New Year's Eve is a day for happy family reunions, but the whole country is shrouded in a layer of gloom. Some people may be celebrating the New Year happily, but in their hearts they are still worried about the war not far away.
Just like Li Ziyan, with a smile on his face, he sang opera to coax the old lady to eat, but his heart was worried about the man who could only appear in his dreams every day.
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