The sun rises eastward and shines on the earth. Ye Zhikui stares in the telescope with anxiety. When he is fighting for the first time, he is not panicked, that is a lie! But he cannot show it on his face, because he is a camp officer, and behind him, there are countless pairs of eyes staring at him.

On the other end, the outpost of the Yongzi Camp, and the outpost had already broken through the Japanese artillery position. Unfortunately, the infantry brigade that attacked Yuefeng Mountain returned to the rescue in time. The war was in a state of intense heat. Both sides had to fight for inch of land, and hand-to-hand combat had already occurred in some places.

Standing on a small slope, Ye Zhikui was his personal soldiers behind him. He spit out the grass in his mouth, and Ye Zhikui slowly put down his telescope. He murmured a few words in his heart: Although this little Japan has not experienced any wars and has no military experience, his military quality is necessary. After the Meiji Restoration, the popularization of Japanese national education has surpassed China, and it is indeed not to be underestimated. He has caught the enemy off guard, but now he has become a big deal.

Ye Zhikui shook the whip hard and made a decision in his heart. He turned around, got on the horse, and the war horse was under pressure, and neighed. Looking at the personal soldiers and the chefs in front of him, looking at the young and tender faces, this was his last military force, but he wanted to take them to the battlefield, even if some of them were holding pots and long sticks in their hands.

"Brothers, the ones fighting in front are brothers who are eating in the same pot as us. Now, they are fighting to the death, which is extremely dangerous. Tell me, can we stay behind to rest with peace of mind?" Ye Zhikui waved his hand and shouted vigorously.

The Huai Army is different from the army of later generations, and comes from all over the world. Most of them are fellow villagers and are very familiar with each other.

The soldiers below understood the current situation before summoning him. Hearing Ye Zhikui's roar, the captain of the personal soldiers quickly responded: "I wish to defeat the enemy with the general!"

"I wish to defeat the enemy with the general!" A louder voice then rang out, so the personal soldiers are the main general's little cotton jacket. You must always understand the main general's thoughts. With the personal soldiers' echoes, everyone can shout loud and neat slogans.

Ye Zhikui nodded with satisfaction, pressed his hand down, stopped everyone's shouting, and shot everyone with his eyes, then said with a serious expression: "Brothers! The yellow sand is wearing golden armor for hundreds of battles, and how many people can go back to the battles in ancient times. I, Ye, swear here, as long as the brothers do not die today, Ye Zhikui will never let the brothers drink soup in the future! Immediately! Brothers, kill the enemy with me!"

Ye Zhikui led the way and ran down. Behind him, there were bursts of shouts of killing.

Cheng Huanyi, the Qing army general camp, was filled with noise, and the veterans were racking their minds for the war. Suddenly, a burst of rapid footsteps sounded, followed by a sharp battle report. "Report...! General Nie! Yuefeng Mountain is coming to report, and Young Master Ye leads his army to aid, and the enemy has temporarily suspended the offensive."

Nie Shicheng stood up from his seat, rubbed his beard, said three times in a row, swept his tiger eyes, and then said, "No wonder I heard that the Japanese cannons have become smaller. So, I sent orders to draw 500 people from the left wing to the right wing, and the left wing was added by the Korean army. I personally led 500 people to cooperate with Congyun to attack on both sides." Some subordinates stopped him, Nie Shicheng glared at his tiger eyes and scolded: "The old lady is not old and has a sharp sword, why can't she fight?" Then he led the troops away.

On Yuefeng Mountain, Ye Zhikui was leading his personal soldiers and a group of husbands and husbands to rush forward. What is the personal soldiers used for? Protecting the main general, so although Ye Zhikui was willing or reluctant, he was firmly protected by the personal soldiers. When the Qing soldiers fighting in front saw the main future, their morale suddenly increased, and they all bravely moved forward like eating chicken blood. There are only generals who are afraid of death, and no soldiers who are afraid of death. In the hearts of these people, even the high-ranking Young Master Ye came. What else are they afraid of? At worst, they will be a hero again twenty years later.

The outpost and the back whistle officers were the brave and fierce Wu Dashan and the veteran Wu Xiujie. Wu Dashan had already rushed the fiercest with the outpost and rushed forward. He had already fought with the Japanese army in hand-to-hand battles, covered in blood, not knowing whether it was his own or the Japanese. At this moment, Wu Dashan was even more excited when he saw Ye Zhikui coming to support. He wiped the blood and sweat from his face, waved the big knife in his hand, and shouted: "Brothers, Young Master Ye is behind us, like a man, don't throw away my old Wu's face, kill, kill for me! Come on, Japanese, taste the taste of my big knife." Wu Dashan slashed left and right, and the knife was bloody. The Japanese were also jackals, and immediately surrounded five people, picked up the bayonet and picked it forward. At this time, both sides were exhausted, fighting for spirit and will.

There were many Japanese people. Wu Dashan accidentally stabbed a hole in his stomach, and three of the five Japanese surroundings fell down. Wu Dashan was unambiguous and stuffed the fallen intestine into his stomach, and he slashed his teeth with his backhand and reimbursed another Japanese. Unfortunately, at this time, he felt that his whole body seemed to be exhausted. His legs were weak, and his feet were already kneeling to the ground, breathing heavily in his mouth. Wu Dashan stared at the last Japanese. Although the Japanese were not afraid of death, they were scared by Wu Dashan's ferocity so much that they did not dare to go.

Bang bang, two sounds, the last little Japanese fell to the ground, but Ye Zhikui arrived in time. Ye Zhikui strode forward and helped Wu Dashan up. Looking at the blood-covered general, Ye Zhikui's eyes were filled with tears.

Since Ye Zhikui came to this strange and chaotic place, he felt that he was incompatible with the people here. Ignorance and vulgarity were his evaluation of his subordinates, coupled with the indifferent and reluctance of people thousands of miles away in his previous life. He felt like a movie watching person and a game playing. In order to win, he could ignore any sacrifice, but at this moment, he suddenly realized that although they were ignorant and vulgar, they were loyal and brave, and they gave one-tenth of their sincerity, but they were very sincere.

Looking at the soldiers fighting around and Tongze lying in a pool of blood around him, Ye Zhikui felt that this was so real.

"Mr. Ye, I... My Old Wu killed three... Three Japanese officials today, I'm not a coward!" Wu Dashan stretched out three fingers for Ye Zhikui to see, awakening Ye Zhikui from his trance.

A tear fell from Ye Zhikui's face, and he said with his eyes hazy: "Yes, you Wu Dashan are not a coward, you are a loyal and brave man, Wu Dashan is a loyal and brave man, come here! Carry the Wu Shouguan down, and everyone else, follow me to kill the enemy!"
Chapter completed!