Chapter 792: 792The dead general

Chapter 792: 792The dead general

 Chapter 792792The dead general

"Here comes someone! Someone comes quickly!" The adjutant held the unconscious Feng Kezhi and shouted loudly: "The general is injured! Go call a doctor quickly! Go quickly!"

The door behind him was kicked open again, and the sound didn't sound like something a Dahua soldier would dare to do.

The startled adjutant quickly turned around and saw a soldier wearing a uniform he had never seen before. The opponent's body had complicated equipment and various pockets on his chest. He looked very bloated and completely different from Dahua's soldiers.

What frightened him even more was that the soldier who rushed in also wore a mask with a skull's chin painted on it. Under the dim light, he looked like a ghost wearing a military uniform and a steel helmet.

“Put down the weapon in your hand!” The other party was holding an assault rifle with a short barrel, pointing the black muzzle at the adjutant, and did not relax his vigilance at all.

The adjutant knew that there was actually no bullet in his pistol. He had just fired all his bullets at the killer who rushed in, and now the magazine of his pistol was empty.

 So he threw the gun out of his hand very wisely, and then continued to shout loudly with a cry: "Quick! He is General Feng Kezhi! He has been shot! Save him quickly!"

The soldier moved out of the way, and another soldier came in from outside the door. The two separated and scanned the room warily.

The third person who came in was a man who looked like a squad leader. He put down the assault rifle in his hand, walked around the table, kicked away the exquisite pistol in Funk's hand, and after confirming the safety, he knelt down on one knee. Come down.

Looking at the gunshot wound on Feng Kezhi’s body, his expression was also solemn: “He bled a lot, and the gunshot wound was very serious.”

"Save him, he is General Feng Kezhi! He is a very important general! If you rescue him, it will be of use." The adjutant did not care so much anymore and directly revealed his identity, trying to make these people who do not know his origins people saved Feng Kezhi's life.

Although he didn't know where these people came from, judging from their behavior when they entered the house, they were not here to kill Feng Kezhi, so he could only grab this last life-saving straw.

"Medic! Medic!" The squad leader raised his head and shouted loudly to the door. The two soldiers at the door also shouted, and soon a soldier carrying a huge bag ran into the room.

Different from other soldiers, his weapon is a pitch-black submachine gun that has never been seen on the front line. The magazine is very thin, and its appearance can be easily distinguished from the Type 56 assault rifle.

Compared to other soldiers who had a pistol on their waist, this soldier who came in later was not equipped with a pistol. It seemed that the weapons had been streamlined a lot.

He ran all the way to Feng Kezhi's side, knelt down on one knee and immediately reached out to touch the bleeding hole in Feng Kezhi's abdomen: "The liver was not injured...I'm lucky..."

Dark red blood was flowing on his fingertips, and this ordinary-looking soldier turned out to be very calm. As if he had already seen life and death, his fingers groped for the holes in Feng Kezhi's body without any hesitation.

This scene made Feng Kezhi's adjutant turn pale. Although he usually considered himself a good man, he had never seen such a tragic scene.

"The bullet did not penetrate, and there was no wound behind it..." As if talking to himself, the medical soldier took out a special tourniquet package from his side pocket and said, "Tear it open for me."

 He handed the tourniquet to the captain, and then the hand that had been groping in the wound took out an irregularly shaped bullet from Feng Kezhi's abdominal cavity.

Handing the bullet to the stunned adjutant, the Tang Army medical soldier said without raising his head: "Keep it as a souvenir and show it to him when he wakes up... This is not a Type 56 bullet. , What’s wrong with this guy?”

As he spoke, he took the gauze from the captain's hand. He didn't mind it being dirty, so he used his **** hands to press the messy tourniquet on Feng Kezhi's wound: "The intestines may have been penetrated, and the abdominal cavity may have been punctured." There is internal bleeding and must be treated as soon as possible..."

“Help me hold it down.” He let go of his hand, gave up his position to the team leader, and then began to check the bullet hole on Feng Kezhi’s chest: “Come here and help me!”

Hearing his shout, a Tang Army soldier at the door immediately rushed over, bent down and asked, "I'm here, what do you need me to do?"

"I need you to carry the stretcher." As he said this, he took off his backpack with his **** hands, took out some steel pipes from it, spliced ​​them together and put them on camouflage cloth to magically form a stretcher: "He He's bleeding a lot and needs immediate treatment. If it's too late, it's too late. It's obviously not possible here. We have to take him away."

"Carry the person onto the stretcher, and if possible, call a car... and go back to our field hospital as soon as possible... There is plasma there, and there are also handy tools." As he said this, he took out another tourniquet and covered it with On the wound on Feng Kezhi’s chest.

"Quick! Find the car quickly! Call the command center! Tell us that we have found Feng Kezhi. He is injured! He needs medical treatment!" the squad leader immediately ordered.

 The soldiers at the door immediately ran out and called for more people to help. They had taken control of the entire command post, and the Dahua officers outside had surrendered.

The outside of the headquarters was filled with yellow smoke, and white sheets and tablecloths were hung everywhere. The Dahua troops here have stopped resisting, just like Dahua troops elsewhere.

 …

"Surrender! We surrender!" When they saw a No. 4 tank crushing half of the low wall and revealing its huge body, the Dahua soldiers on the other side of the ruins raised their hands.

The battle in Fengjiang City began to become fragmented. The organized resistance had long since collapsed, and what was left were some small groups of spontaneous troops fighting guerrillas.

 But they can no longer decide the outcome of this battle: without logistical support, they will soon run out of ammunition, then lose their ability to fight, and can only honestly choose to surrender or be killed.

 Il-2 attack planes can still be seen circling in the sky from time to time. The originally sparse gunfire gradually subsided. A large number of surrendered Dahua defenders can be seen everywhere in Fengjiang City.

Some soldiers squatted and sat on the ground in frustration, looking with numb eyes at the Tang army guarding them with weapons.

Some Dahua soldiers were curiously looking at the Tang Army's heavy armored vehicles that they had never had time to observe carefully before.

To be honest, the tanks of the Tang Army always have an indescribable aesthetic feeling compared to the tanks of the Great China Army.

These No. 4 tanks have been improved many times. There is a circle of iron around the turret, and skirts are hung on both sides of the tank. They have sharp edges and corners and look very handsome.

From a close perspective, these Tang grenadiers are not that fierce. They wear nice-looking M35 steel helmets, and are also carrying various equipment in a mess. They are covered in dust and look embarrassed.

The Type 56 assault rifle that the Dahua soldiers hate so much is hanging on the back of these Tang soldiers. They have magazine pockets on their chests, bayonets, kettles, and grain hanging on their armed belts. The bag also has a sapper's shovel.

The most coveted thing is the food bag of the Tang army soldiers. As all Dahua soldiers know, it is filled with all kinds of delicious food like a treasure bag.

 Tang Army soldiers generally had canned food and biscuits, as well as instant noodles and candies, as well as chocolate and beef jerky to quickly restore physical strength.

In recent months, the Tang Army has even begun to distribute tea bags and juice granules to grassroots soldiers. These are high-end goods that even Dahua officers cannot enjoy. They are good things that every Dahua soldier dreams of.

It’s a pity that as the war situation continues to worsen, fewer and fewer bodies of Tang Army soldiers can be found. Some of the things that make people drool just by hearing their names are rarely seen by Dahua soldiers.

It is very interesting that at this moment, many of the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty who were guarding the prisoners were holding smoking paper rolls in their mouths. Because the weather had begun to get cold, many of them were still wearing scarves.

Informed Dahua veterans know that the smoking thing is called a cigarette. Some people have even tried it, and the smell made people cough. They don't know why it is so popular among the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty.

 Many Tang Army soldiers also had a colorful ribbon hanging on the button on their chest. Naturally, these Dahua prisoners did not know that it was the ribbon of the Order of the White Blade, an honor that many Tang Army soldiers defended to the death.

A white flag was fluttering in the wind on the city lord's palace in the distance, and soon there were more trucks and more Tang Army soldiers on the street.

No matter how you look at it, this place has been controlled by the Tang Army. The Battle of Fengjiang is over, or... this war is over.

Just when everyone was getting ready to enjoy the peaceful time after the war, a row of military vehicles drove up the street in a mighty manner.

Looking at the direction, these military vehicles were going to the southern part of Fengjiang City, which was previously controlled by the Tang Army. The vehicles were flying the dragon flag of the Tang Dynasty, and the one leading the way turned out to be an armored reconnaissance vehicle.

"Hey! You're driving so fast, why are you rushing to reincarnate?" An officer leaning on the tank fanned the dust rolling in front of him with his hand, and squinted his eyes in the direction of the convoy's retreat.

"I don't know which unit it belongs to. Isn't the armored reconnaissance vehicle in front of it from the 9th Army Headquarters Reconnaissance Battalion?" The commander of the vehicle next door came over and leaned against the skirt of the tank: "I heard that this place will be moved Give it back to the Great China Empire?”

"I don't know, I heard, right? This is nothing that I can do. We just wait until we get home from the holidays." He lit a cigarette for himself and looked at Tang Jun, who was lining up across the road. Grenadier, the officer sighed twice and spat out the dust in his mouth.

 For them, a piece of good news is enough. The war is over. They don't need to continue attacking westward. They don't need to brave artillery fire to drive tanks. They don't need to run over trenches and charge forward. It's enough.

"In my beautiful hometown, there is a good girl! Her little pink face is like the red sun, and her beautiful eyes are like the bright moon at night!" The soldiers of the Tang Army who were sitting on the roadside holding their weapons and resting began to hum. Sing a ballad.

Many people hummed along, everyone knew...this war is over, and everyone is looking forward to the true arrival of peace. Groups of Dahua soldiers began to move westward under the supervision of Tang army soldiers. They were excited because they already knew that they were going to be returned to the Dahua Empire, and they would return to their hometown and survive. Be around your own family.

 Too many people died in this war. Being able to live to see the end of the war was a relief for these grassroots officers and soldiers who suffered on the battlefield.

The commanders of Dahua, who were allowed to bear arms, displayed a noble demeanor. They carried out His Majesty the Emperor's final orders, and they were not responsible for the final disgraceful chaos.

 Even after returning, they may receive rewards, be promoted to higher-ranking officers, and become popular in the eyes of the emperor.

 So their eyes were bright, and there were even smiles on their faces. It was not obvious at all that they were defeated prisoners, standing beside a group of victors.

The Tang officers standing next to these Dahua officers were also extremely happy. They accomplished strategic goals that they had never dared to think of before and achieved a comprehensive victory in the war against the Dahua Empire.

Along the way, they captured Wangchun City, Tengyun, Nanfengkou, and the southern oil fields... They also captured the northern plain of Chu State and Fengjiang River.

 They are the winners of this war, so they have the right to be happy. They are qualified to stand beside Dahua officers and look down at the ant-like prisoners of Dahua with their chins raised.

“This is the third 10,000 people!” Standing on an off-road vehicle, the division commander of the Tang Army clasped his hands behind his back, rubbing his white gloves with his fingers behind his back, and said to General Dahua who was standing next to his car.

This general is not a prisoner, but a general sent by the Great China Empire to receive the prisoners and return them to the country. He was very cautious. When he heard what the enemy general behind him said, he immediately echoed: "That's right, it's the third 10,000 people."

"According to the agreement, we have to return 130,000 prisoners in Fengjiang City. This is the final number and no mistakes can be made." The division commander of the Tang Army continued as he watched his men command another group of Dahua prisoners to cross the checkpoint. .

"You are right." Dahua's general continued to agree: "Thank you for your country's generosity. I hope there will be no more misunderstandings between our two countries, and may peace last forever."

If you lose the battle, may peace last forever. If you win the battle, then you will dig my ancestral graves! The division commander of Datang curled his lips in disdain and continued to look down at the almost endless stream of Dahua soldiers passing by his jeep.

In front of the level, the soldier responsible for statistics was sorting out the forms in his hands. He was surrounded by soldiers carrying weapons and reporters who kept clicking the shutter of their cameras.

This war is finally over, and this good news naturally has to be recorded. The Tang State will also actively promote its own civilization: returning a large number of captives can be regarded as a moral benchmark.

  With the publicity, the fact that there are still more than 300,000 goblin slaves and more than 600,000 Dahua captive laborers in the Tang Kingdom is no longer so dazzling.

"Before I come here, His Majesty the Emperor of our country, please make sure to confirm a piece of news. Is it true that General Feng Kezhi of our country... was unfortunately killed in battle?" After a long silence, it seemed that neither of them could see the end of the world. When the captive team was attracted, the general of the Dahua Empire suddenly asked.

Datang’s division commander responded fluently: “Yes, our soldiers rushed into General Feng Kezhi’s headquarters and found that he was dead.”

As if he breathed a sigh of relief, the Dahua general's tone was filled with excitement: "That's such a pity. I heard... he committed suicide?"

 Feng Kezhi's death is naturally great news. If you take this news back to the Great China Empire, His Majesty the Emperor will definitely be overjoyed.

In a sense, Feng Ke's death made the failure of the war against the Tang Dynasty less sad for Zhao Kai, the emperor of the Great China Empire.

Although Feng Kezhi was indeed dead, the cause of his death was that he was shot twice and was assassinated before the arrival of the Tang army. Wouldn't it be nice to spread the word?

 That's why the Dahua general asked tentatively, hoping that Tang Guo would help make Feng Kezhi's death a decent death.

The face of the commander of the Tang State was already filled with a contemptuous smile, but he finally said: "It is true, as the general said, General Feng Kezhi is loyal and loyal, and does not want to insult the kindness of your Majesty the Emperor. Before our troops broke through his headquarters, he committed suicide with a gun. "

"That's... very good." After hearing the answer from Tang Guo, he stopped pretending. The general of Dahua said with joy, "The emperor of our country will also be deeply pleased."

 …

 In a well-maintained building in Fengjiang City, the spacious floor-to-ceiling windows let in bright sunlight. On the clean bed, Feng Kezhi slowly opened his eyes.

"Hiss..." He could feel the pain coming from his chest and abdomen. Just as he was about to struggle to sit up, the pain from the wound became even more unbearable, causing him to take a deep breath subconsciously.

The man who was sitting beside the bed holding a book "The Impact of Advances in Infantry Communication Technology" and was fascinated by it heard the noise and raised his head with a smile on his face: "Are you awake?"

"I...how long have I been unconscious?" Feng Kezhi looked at the other person and saw that the other person had curly hair that was not black, and a face that was obviously not Chinese.

Closing the book and putting it on the bedside table, the man from the Eastern Continent replied: "Three days, you were in a coma for three days. You are in good health. The doctors said that if you were an ordinary person, you might be dead, but you Got through it.”

“It’s better to die.” Feng Kezhi moved his eyes away and looked out the window. There was no good scenery there, just ruins.

  Not all houses will survive an urban street battle, especially in a city like Toyjiang where many buildings are made of wood.

The building outside the window was hit by artillery shells and turned into ruins. Only a few wooden pillars and a corner remained on the ruins.

 This is the first floor, and you can see the ruins on the opposite side, which proves that the courtyard wall outside this room has also collapsed. Feng Kezhi looked at the ruins in front of him and waited silently for the man behind him to speak.

"It's a good thing to be alive." Burton, who was sitting next to Funk's bed, crossed his legs and told the nurse on standby outside the door: "He's awake. Prepare some food. Follow your rules."

 “Who are you?” Feng Kezhi turned his head again.

 “My name is Bolton.” Bolton simply introduced himself. In fact, he really doesn't need to introduce himself in too much detail. The name Bolton is a household name in Dorne, and it is definitely well-known in the Great China Empire.

Feng Kezhi studied many generals of the Tang Dynasty, and Burton and Strauss were definitely the subjects of his research.

“I’ve heard about your name for a long time.” Feng Kezhi forced out a painful smile: “I didn’t expect to see you in person.”

“I didn’t expect to meet the Great General Feng Kezhi of the Great China Empire so quickly.” Bolton was not arrogant: “We have never known each other before fighting.”

"Indeed." Feng Kezhi agreed with Burton's statement, and then asked a question that made him a little nervous: "Why...why do you want to save me?"

"In fact, we did not save you, Mr. Feng Kezhi. According to the official record, you are already dead. We announced the news of your suicide to the outside world, and the Dahua Empire also agreed with this statement." Bolton looked into Feng Kezhi's eyes. , said in a relatively relaxed tone: "Now the deceased General Feng Kezhi has been extremely mournful and has become the loyal and brave Duke of Great China who is respected by thousands of people in the Great China Empire and the emperor's crying soul."

 “Loyalty…courage…is really…sarcastic.” Feng Kezhi’s expression became more exciting, with self-mockery in his frustration, and laughter in his bitterness.

"You are the Duke anyway, don't be so sad." Bolton is not very good at comforting others: "You can change your name now. Anyway, you can't get out of bed for the time being. Why don't you think about it carefully and choose a good name for yourself? "

"Okay." Feng Kezhi agreed directly without being pretentious.

Boton was stunned for a moment, then grinned: "You are very interesting. Recuperate from your injuries. Our...His Majesty the Emperor still wants to see you."

 “Emperor?” Feng Kezhi muttered before reacting—the Tang Kingdom became the victorious country this time, so it was only natural that the Tang Kingdom would become the Tang Empire.

So, Tang Mo, the king of Tang who they had always called a traitor, naturally became His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Empire who was respected by thousands of people.

 “Okay!” Feng Kezhi nodded as loudly as he could.

"Then you should recover well! I won't disturb you. Mr. Feng..." Bolton stood up and reached for the book "The Impact of Advances in Infantry Communication Technology" on the bedside table.

 “Can you leave this book for me to read?” Feng Kezhi said suddenly.

Boton was stunned for a moment, then withdrew his hand: "That's okay! That's a new version of the textbook. I hope Mr. Feng will evaluate it after reading it."

"I don't dare, I just want to see how I lost." Feng Kezhi explained to Bolton: "I'm very curious, I really want to know, otherwise I will never feel at ease in my life."

 (End of this chapter)