"Come!"

"arrive!"

"Send people to get the frontier positions and shoot them out with mortars."

"yes."

If there is a consultant, prepare immediately.

Soon, the shells that dismantled the fuse fell into the Japanese invaders' positions.

The Japanese invaders did not pay attention at the beginning, but later they realized that there might be problems with the shells and they did not explode.

So he dug out the shells and dismantled them. He found the letter of persuasion to surrender inside and hurriedly submitted them.

"Baga!"

"It's too much!"

After watching Ando Riki, he was very angry.

It’s not because of persuading surrender, but because of the ghostly talisman above.

What kind of letter of persuasion is this? It is simply a humiliating person! It is black and black, and it is too exaggerated to change it.

Do I want to be face-saving? I am also the commander of the division!

"It's too much..."

The chief of staff of the division also agreed deeply.

Anyone who saw such a letter of persuasion would be furious!

However, when you see the signature behind it, you can't blow it up.

Zhang Yong.

It was indeed him.

If you want to change the package.

Why?

Because of such a bad calligraphy, no one can write it.

Especially if you make changes, you will never change one. No one except Zhang Yong will do this. It is indeed a bully.

At least you make the paper cleaner. At least you write every word right.

If you write it wrong, change it. Will you die?

However, now, none of these matter.

What’s important is that Zhang Yong. He is really here.

Ando Rikiri gradually calmed down and had to face reality seriously.

That Zhang Yong is really here.

That guy is not in Hankou, but in Kunlun Pass.

It is not known whether it is a temporary role or a permanent role. The most feared thing is a permanent role.

If Zhang Yong had been in the suburbs of Nanning, he would have chosen to move in quickly.

Of course, this is not something he can decide.

This matter must also be handed over to the base camp to decide. It is measured by the base camp.

"Report!"

A staff officer sent a telegram.

The Chief of Staff took it and finished reading it. His face was strange.

It is a clear telegram, exactly the same as the content of the letter of suing surrender. But it has no signature.

However, the frequency is 95.27. Anyone who understands it understands it.

"Baga!"

"It's too much!"

Ando Riki scolded again. He was really angry.

Why?

You actually sent it with a clear telegram?

Wouldn't that be announced to the world so that everyone knows that I, Ando Riki, want to escape?

Bastard!

Don't spread it everywhere!

If you say that, how could I run away?

Finished...

Can't run away.

The military command must have received it.

Maybe the base camp will receive it, and then focus on yourself.

Originally, I quietly retreated without anything. There was a big guy on it for me to talk to me.

However, now everyone knows what Zhang Yong does.

With so many eyes fixed on him, Ando Riki runs again, the base camp may really be held accountable.

hateful!

This bastard Zhang Yong!

Cut the road to life!

When you fight the Fifth Division, I didn’t fight you!

Why did you ask me to be with me by name? Are you asking me to defend Nanning City to die with you?

Baga!

I want to fight you!

If you don’t let me live, I won’t let you live either!

"chief of staff."

"exist."

"Report the situation immediately to the military headquarters!"

"Tie!"

The Chief of Staff went to arrange it.

Actually, there is no need to report it.

Zhang Yong's clear telegram is definitely something that the military command can receive.

Routine handling...

So, Zhang Yong's letter of persuasion to surrender was silent.

As he imagined, surrendering is impossible. It is impossible to surrender in this life.

The clear telegram was sent, but it did not give Ando Rikito a chance to escape.

There is only the choice to be eliminated. If it is eliminated, there is no need to waste food.

After the war is over, there is no need to let them go back.

Mix all the soil to make fertilizer.

When I don’t have cannons, you can run. Now that I have cannons, I still let you run. Isn’t that cannon in vain?

"Come!"

"arrive!"

"Continue to invent code telegrams."

"yes."

...

Sanya.

The headquarters of the 21st Japanese Army.

Looking at the clear telegram sent by Zhang Yong, Gan Lang's face was as gloomy as water.

This bastard is so unfair.
To be continued...