After Pan Qingyun finished speaking, there was a sudden commotion outside and the curtain of the tent was opened again.
"General, Major General Huang is back. He led a team and successfully ambushed them."
After several days, there was finally good news, and Pan Qingyun couldn't help but be overjoyed.
He stood up from his seat excitedly and hurried out to greet them, only to see a group of people surrounding Huang Weilin.
In times of war, some countries will establish mysterious teams that are more terrifying than death squads.
The team's main task is to attack the enemy's headquarters and strangle the enemy's highest command.
Huang Weilin is the captain of this team.
Pan Qingyun patted his shoulder with satisfaction. Huang Weilin was in high spirits all night, his face full of pride.
"General, I led my men to kill the two political commissars of the Chinese artillery regiment. Now they are leaderless and are no longer a match for us."
Pan Qingyun laughed loudly towards the sky, feeling a sense of pleasure of revenge, but this was far from enough.
"Wei Lin, you did a good job, but now is not the time for us to be proud. There is a more important thing waiting for you to do."
Thinking of Pan Guang's serious injuries, he was worried.
"China has sent more people. Guang'er was injured by Xie Yanbei today and is still being treated, but I'm afraid his arm can't be reattached."
He has only one son, and they have been father and son soldiers since Pan Guang was 14 years old.
Now that Pan Guang has lost one hand, he will definitely not be the same as before on the battlefield.
Huang Weilin was stunned. The name Xie Yanbei was too distant to him.
If someone hadn't suddenly mentioned it, he would have almost forgotten that there was such a person in China.
"Don't worry, General. I will definitely take Xie Yanbei's head to avenge the Major."
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