As he said that, he saluted the brigade commander: "Brig Commander, I'm gone, take care of me!"

Then he took a few people out.

The brigade commander of the mixed brigade was about to cry.

Good man!

Then he waved his hand: "Go, retreat!"

Keep the green mountains there, and you won’t be afraid of burning firewood.

There are many people in my army.

As long as I escape, I will still be the brigade commander.

When the entire Mixed Brigade Department heard the brigade commander's order to retreat, they ran out.

Telephone?

Don't want it!

Radio!

Don't want it!

intelligence?

Don't want it!
Chapter completed!