northernbook Chapter 270: Divide the Victory, Scramble for the First Place
Chapter 270: Divide the Victory, Scramble for the First Place
"It seems that a war between us and Zhang Ye is inevitable!" Duan Tianlin frowned. After an in-depth analysis of the current situation, his worries became heavier.
The current independence army is so powerful that its strength is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Not to mention their enviable level of industrial development and prosperous economic situation, their army alone has as many as 700,000 to 800,000 people.
Such a large and elite army, like an unshakable mountain, stood before everyone.
Faced with such an invincible force, no matter who witnesses this scene, they will probably feel a chill running down their scalp.
After all, the oppressive feeling brought by this force is really unbearable.
"Alas, this day will come sooner or later. Even if we don't want to provoke this war, Zhang Ye will definitely not let me go easily."
Xu Zhenlin showed some rare self-awareness. He smiled bitterly, shook his head and sighed helplessly.
He knew very well that the previous bombing of Qujiang had already made Zhang Ye feel resentful.
The reason why the Independence Army has not taken any action so far is simply because Zhang Ye kept his promise and was unwilling to take the initiative to attack and give himself up to criticism.
However, it is foreseeable that once there is a suitable opportunity to avenge this, the Duan faction, including Xu Zhenlin himself, will inevitably become Zhang Ye's primary target of attack in an instant.
At that time, what awaits them will surely be a cruel and bloody struggle.
Tuk-tuk-tuk...
A slight knock on the door broke the increasingly solemn atmosphere in the office.
Immediately afterwards, the secretary's clear but slightly nervous report came from outside the door.
"Boss Duan, General Feng Yuxiang from Hedong is here!"
Upon hearing the news, Duan Tianlin suddenly raised his head, a look of confusion on his face.
He quickly turned to look at Xu Zhenlin who was sitting next to him, but found that the other party was also full of confusion, and obviously had no idea about Feng Yuxiang's sudden visit.
"Heh... This guy seems a little anxious."
Xu Zhenlin frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he seemed to understand the purpose of Feng Yuxiang's visit.
The war outside is now in full swing, but their Hedong Army has not found a suitable opportunity to participate in it.
Seeing that the Central Plains Campaign was drawing to a close and the time to divide the fruits of victory was about to come, Feng Yuxiang naturally couldn't contain his excitement and wanted to come over and check out the situation in person.
Duan Tianlin took a deep breath, calmed himself down a little, and shouted loudly outside the door.
"Please ask him to wait in the reception room for a moment. I'll be there soon!"
After saying that, he stood up and began to pace back and forth in the room, his brain working rapidly, thinking of a response strategy.
After all, this meeting involves how to fairly and reasonably divide this nominal victory, and any carelessness may cause unnecessary trouble or even conflict.
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At exactly nine o'clock that evening, the night was as dark as ink, covering the entire Central Plains.
The atmosphere on the position west of Moshan was extremely tense.
This was originally the location of the carefully constructed defensive fortifications of Feng's 8th Division, but after a whole day of fierce bombing and attacks by the enemy, the makeshift defensive trench had completely collapsed and turned into ruins.
Looking around, we saw a large number of soldiers facing the surging mechanized troops, their faces filled with fear and despair.
Faced with this powerful offensive like a torrent of steel, these soldiers did not have the slightest thought of resistance in their hearts.
Many people dropped their weapons without hesitation and fled like headless flies.
Even though the division headquarters was right behind them and the supervision team was holding weapons with the cold muzzles of their guns pressed against the back of their heads, these soldiers were still unwilling to continue to serve as meaningless cannon fodder and scapegoats.
Because not long ago, they witnessed with their own eyes the tragic scene of the 5th Division being annihilated, and those bloody and cruel scenes were deeply imprinted in their hearts.
At this moment, these soldiers knew very well that if they continued to stay and hold their positions, a catastrophe would surely be waiting for them, and the final outcome would most likely be even more tragic than that of the 5th Division.
Therefore, even though the supervision team raised their machine guns and fired at them crazily, these soldiers still did not stop fleeing. Instead, they desperately used the dim light of the night to cover themselves and fled in all directions regardless of everything.
For them, although running away may not necessarily guarantee a safe escape, there is at least a glimmer of hope. If they face the aggressive enemy tank forces, let alone saving their lives and finding a chance to survive, they may not even be able to leave behind a complete body.
Drop drop drop …
Deafening alarms rang throughout the battlefield, and thick smoke rose like a dragon, dyeing the sky a dim yellow.
In this land filled with smoke and flames of war, a military green off-road vehicle was galloping through the chaotic battle like a wild horse.
Veins bulged on the driver's forehead, his eyes were bloodshot, his hands tightly gripped the steering wheel, and he honked the horn frantically.
The shrill sound of the whistle pierced the sky, as if trying to break through the thick fog and hail of bullets.
Chang Rui, sitting in the back seat, was extremely anxious. He pushed open the car door, half leaned out of the window, and shouted at the huge tank beside him: "Speed up! Speed up! We must rush to their division headquarters within ten minutes! Take down the 8th Division in one go! We must rush into Moshan within an hour!"
The tank battalion commander was horrified. He gripped the communicator tightly in his hand and responded, "Yes! Commander-in-Chief!"
There was a slight tremor in his voice, and he was obviously shocked by the tense situation.
He was well aware of the difficulty of the mission, but facing the commander-in-chief's order, he did not hesitate at all and quickly ordered his subordinates to advance at full speed.
At this time, the battlefield was filled with deafening cries of killing, the sounds of gunfire and cannon fire, and the interweaving of fire and smoke formed a thrilling picture.
However, the army that Chang Rui belonged to was like a steel torrent, rushing towards the enemy's division headquarters with unstoppable force.
Seeing that the situation was beyond his expectations, the commander of the heavy armored brigade became extremely anxious and complained in his heart.
What the hell is this war?
It would be fine if the commander-in-chief personally led the charge, but now even his vehicle has run ahead of them!
If this continues, and the commander-in-chief really rushes to the enemy division headquarters first, their heavy armored brigade will be humiliated!
Thinking of this, he didn't care about anything else, picked up the communicator and shouted at the top of his voice.
"Brothers, work harder! Don't let the commander-in-chief look down on our heavy armored brigade!"