"Two days, you said?" Yu Xiaoqing looked at Tang Ji who was still talking, his heart already sinking. This was something he himself couldn't say for sure, so he asked it lightly.
"I said two days, nephew Yu, don't worry, it's just two days. Really, why are you always so anxious? Don't worry, you will definitely fight. The army is already toasting to you. You should just stay prepared. Your brother Liu, Guan and Zhang are all powerful people. They can still hold the line for two days."
"Others manage their subordinates by giving orders, but you're the opposite. You're going to take a soul and then confront him. There's going to be heavy fog for two days, so it won't be too late then. Are you really going to break up with the place you've been in for thirty-five years? Then those who are still up in the mountains will truly die without a burial place."
The sunlight reflected on Yu Xiaoqing's helmet. The fog on the opposite side had dispersed. It was too late to say anything now. He could only look at his Uncle Tang pitifully.
"Two days?"
"Just two days, that's enough, quickly withdraw the people."
"We must provide them with artillery and aviation support within two days."
"I don't understand this. I'm an amateur in warfare. You have to talk to the commander yourself."
After Yu Xiaoqing walked away with his hands behind his back while Tang Ji was shouting that he was too busy, he stood there, muttering "two days" to himself, as if doing so was a promise that could never be changed. He promised himself that it would be just two days, and then his eyes fell on Nantianmen again, and his gaze became firm again.
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At the Nantianmen Tree Fort, after Shuoyu and his men had once again repelled the enemy's attack, they had a short rest.
Shuo Yu asked everyone to retreat, leaning on the sandbag at the door and breathing deeply. Then someone shouted for help. He tried to support his trembling legs, picked up the medicine box, and rushed over.
Regardless of whether it was useful or not, within a short period of time, all the bastards developed a common habit, which was to call Banxianer.
Even if they were not injured at all, they were happy to call Banxian'er's name, or any name that would make him come over, as if it was just a meaningless shout.
If they are lucky, they can get a piece of candy to shut them up, but if they are unlucky, there is nothing lost.
After a short break, they rushed to eat their first meal of the day.
From today on, they can only eat one meal a day. Shuoyu and Fanla are responsible for keeping the food. All the collected food is placed by Shuoyu in the basement where the corpses and wounded are placed. He was about to report the casualties to Si La Si La who was coming down the stairs when he was bumped into by Master Mai who appeared out of nowhere.
Americans are angry.
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