Among these people, Liu Jiangyuan quickly saw several familiar faces. He strode towards one of them.

"Lao Fang, why are you? Why are you here?"

The person who came was Pei Changfangchen.

The surface of his combat suit was full of broken holes, and there were 20 to 30. The wounds were not deep, and the incision was only at the muscle level, without hurting the bones. Despite this, Fang Chen was still wrapped in bandages on his chest and back, and it was inconvenient to move, looking like a high-risk patient in the intensive care unit.

"Haha I didn't expect to meet you here."

Fang Chen's injury was not serious. He let go of the adjutant who was supporting him, and a smile appeared on his pale face: "It seems that your reaction is much faster than me. Haha, let's not laugh at you for fifty steps or a hundred steps. We are lucky to be able to retreat alive... How about it, are you suffering or not?"

"Don't mention it----"

Liu Jiangyuan shook his head and looked around, his eyes suddenly became dim: "The troops were disbanded, and only more than 700 people rushed out of my direction. There were no cars, and we walked from last night to now. Fortunately, a helicopter came yesterday to take away the most injured injured person. Otherwise, the speed would be slower."

"I met those cars you sent back."

Fang Chen had just entered middle-aged face and showed a smile that was very insightful to the world: "Those drivers are all good. They took us out and returned to pick up more people. They ran several times, and when we retreated, we brought communicators. The situation was similar to yours, and they all went apart in different directions. My situation was a little better than you. There were more than 1,400 people in a row, but they were all dispersed and were all on this road."

As he said that, Fang Chen seemed to have just discovered something and asked in confusion: "Why, judging from your appearance, it seems that you have not received any supplies?"

Liu Jiangyuan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "From last night to now, I have never even drunk saliva, so what kind of hell is there to be any hell of supplies."

Fang Chen immediately turned around and ordered the adjutant: "Go quickly and squeeze the food and water, and even out some of the remaining food yesterday."

After saying that, he turned to Liu Jiangyuan again: "My luck is better than you. I airdropped supplies in the Second World War Zone yesterday, and we got a part of them. We ate a lot, as well as hot egg pancakes, but now they are all cold."

Of course, this is a joke. At this time, it would be nice to have something to eat, but who would still care about the hot and cold?

Half an hour later, the two troops that had just completed the merger began to move forward again.

The feeling of being wrapped in bandages was not comfortable, and Fang Chen's movements were very inflexible. Especially the wounds on his legs were cut very deep, so he could only walk forward with the help of his adjutant and soldiers.

He stared at the end of the road that was a little dazzling in the sun, and his deep eyes were as dark as shadows.

"Old Liu, are there only a few people left in your 517th Division?"

Liu Jiangyuan swallowed the cake that had not been chewed in his mouth, raised the kettle and tilted his neck, wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and sighed: "It should be more than that. Although it was a siege, all the troops were scattered in various fortifications. The previous fighting style was not applicable to mutated creatures, and the depth and firepower configuration could not work in melee situations. Those monsters rushed in like a tide, and everyone was dispersed. At that time, there was no way to curb them. We lost our communication equipment and could not communicate with other troops. The specific situation... I am not very clear."

An indescribable sense of loss suddenly surged into Liu Jiangyuan's heart.

Looking at the officers and soldiers around him who looked confused, he suddenly lost interest in continuing to eat and no longer felt hungry.

"Remember the dinner with us in the Eleventh Independent Force before the battle began?"

Fang Chen's expression was a little depressed, his voice was full of frustration: "I once suspected Su Hao, thinking that he wanted to seek personal gain, deliberately said those intimidating words and asked the commander to give up the battle plan. Now think about it... he is right. This plan is simply a mess. This battle was a mistake from the beginning. We should not use the expanded pheromones tactics, and we should not over-believe the combat effectiveness of the troops. If those mutated creatures would be foolish and automatically drilled under the muzzle and wait for death, we would not have prepared before the war, nor would we be devastated by the sudden outbreak of viruses. We... underestimated them."

Liu Jiangyuan was actually extremely tired, but Fang Chen's words made him think again.

"We should indeed believe Su Hao. As the inventor of tactics, he is more clear than anyone about the role of pheromones in different occasions. I should have stood on his side at that time, but I didn't. I want to avenge my family, I really want to kill all the monsters and restore the previous world. The facts have proved that we were wrong... Next time I meet Su Hao, I will apologize to him."

Fang Chen did not comment on Liu Jiangyuan's words. He stared at the ground and took steps forward silently.

Yes, apologize...

Su Hao is not the kind of petty person. He will accept his apology from both himself and Liu Jiangyuan.

But, even if you apologize, what's the use?

The 517th Division and Pei are both reorganized infantry divisions, with the entire division being over 20,000 troops. Now, the troops have been defeated, with heavy casualties, all technical weapons and heavy equipment have been lost, plus a large amount of supplies and resources left on the position... Even if they can get rid of the pursuit of mutated creatures, it is estimated that the two divisions will find it difficult to recover their vitality. Maybe, the military headquarters will likely cancel the number directly.

At this time, a communication soldier trotted from behind and handed a tablet tactical computer to Fang Chen, panting, "Teacher Commander, you...you'd better take a look at this."

Pei lost a large number of communication equipment, and this communication computer is one of the few remaining equipment.

The screen of the tactical computer is very small, but the picture is clear enough.

The scene on the screen is the live broadcast of Su Hao and the Military Affairs Department Telecommunications Conference. Because the camera's shooting angle is a bit off, the pictures are separated from the middle and divided into Su Hao and the Military Affairs Department Conference Room, and everyone's expressions, expressions and actions are fully visible.

After watching for a few minutes, Fang Chen suddenly frowned and asked the communications soldier standing beside him: "Is there any way to expand the screen and sound? Let everyone hear and see?"

"It's a lot of trouble."

Soon, the soldiers tore open dozens of military backpacks, tied them with straps, and connected them into an irregular cloth surface of dozens of square meters. Using the projection function provided by the tactical computer, the communications soldier enlarged the screen. Although the curtain made of the canvas backpack was rough and there were too many connection gaps, they could barely see the faces of Su Hao and the military participants, and roughly distinguish the specific identities of each person.

The loudspeaker is a temporary drilled steel helmet, connected by a piece of iron stranded into a trumpet to increase the hard part of the edge of the helmet. Although the broadcast sound is a little blurry, it can be heard by most of the officers and soldiers present.

"Long before the Battle of Hefei, I explained the seriousness of the problem to you. The success rate of this plan is extremely low, which will cause a large number of casualties. The entire Southeast Third War Zone may also collapse. The offensive craze of mutated creatures will even affect the adjacent war zones, causing unpredictable and terrible consequences..."

"We have wasted a lot of time. Instead of saying something uncoordinated here, it is better to do something practical. The defeated troops on the front line must be supported. I have to save them----"

"Yes, you are a general, and you can order other people's life and death. I have no overall view of the situation, and I don't understand why there has been no reinforcements sent to the neighboring war zone yet? Don't worry, I have arranged the retreat of civilians. I have injected enhancement potion, and my officers are stronger than ordinary soldiers. I am indifferent to others. I am not my way of doing this. Sorry, General, I cannot obey your orders now. There are many people on the front line waiting for my help. Although General Zhang Shengfei is stubborn, his final performance is completely in line with his military status. He is my role model and the pride of the soldiers of the Republic..."

The whole road was silent, and more and more soldiers and officers began to crowd forward. They were covered in smoke and blood, their faces were tired, but their eyes were shaking with different gazes. There were doubts, surprise, anger, and nervousness...

Most of them didn't know Su Hao, but the young and handsome colonel on the screen, who was full of righteousness, was obviously standing on his side.

He is speaking for us, helping us fight to the military, and even disgusting the high-ranking generals.

He also said that he would come to save us.

An indescribable feeling and excitement flowed silently in the crowd, entering the brain through the ears, firmly fixing the troubled thinking.

We are not alone, we are not forgotten, and someone will come to help us.

Yes, we were defeated, defeated by those terrible mutant creatures. But we have tried our best, we did not escape in the battle, and many of our comrades died alive, and they used their lives to cover us out of the battlefield. Surviving does not mean escaping, escaping from death is just to make a comeback.

Next time, we will win.

A dark-faced veteran looked at the screen without turning his eyes. He pointed to Su Hao's image and asked in confusion: "Who is this young man? I have never seen him."

The warrant officer next to him had lost his left ear. He turned his body and pointed his right ear with his unbundled bandage toward the loudspeaker, shook his head: "I don't know either...but there is something that's certain--he's talking to us."

A tall corporal with a machine gun on his shoulder grinned and showed a very white teeth: "I like this guy. At least he knew we were still alive and did not obey the generals' orders to abandon us. Haha, this feels really good."

The dialogue between Su Hao and the military headquarters was quickly spread through public channels.

Soon, the scenes of the scenes have changed to the moment when the dispute is most intense.

"From now on, Su Hao, you are no longer a colonel. I will now remove your authority as the commander of the 11th Independent Forces. Do you think you are brave? Do you think you are amazing? It's just a brave man's stupidity and a haunted counterattack, just to show off your personal boring propaganda. I don't believe you will do this. You are just acting and gaining political capital. I have seen enough of your performance, enough———"

When the fat vice chairman of the military headquarters stood up from the chair and pointed at Su Hao and cursed, he had no idea that his image in the eyes of the defeated officers and soldiers had plummeted. He had no more majesty, no appeal or credibility. The idea of ​​the matter, Su Hao's name also blurted out from his mouth, making it familiar to everyone who was strangers to him.

"His name is Su Hao."

"I remember that he was the commander of the 11th Independent Force. When I was in Lujiang before, I had seen him several times from afar. No wonder he looked so familiar."

"Yes, he had long discovered that there was something wrong with the battle plan and raised objections to the military headquarters. But those damn guys pretended to be deaf and dumb, just caring about their promotion and wealth, but pushed us to the front and die———"

On the highway where the crowds were crowded but the atmosphere was deserted, a noisy and chaotic roar suddenly aroused.

"Those bastards in the military have the power to remove Colonel Su Hao from their military rank? Who gives them the power?"

"We are fighting hard in front, but they are dealing with our people behind. That's right, I'm talking about Colonel Su Hao. He is standing by our side and he wants to save us. The old men in the military don't think so. In their eyes, we are worthless, not even soaking shit."

"I'm not there anymore———"

Suddenly, a soldier with a severe scratch on his face angrily tore off his collar seal, threw it hard on the ground, and stomped it back and forth with his feet.

"I will never listen to any damn orders anymore. I want to leave here and go far. Even if I am a civilian, it will be much better than if I have to give my head to others to control now. At least, I am living for myself."

“He was right.”

A non-commissioned officer with excessive blood loss and a pale face shook his lips, his eyes were too dark, and he struggled to growl: "The people above always have all kinds of reasons. They are always right. We are their stepping stones, and it doesn't matter if they die in battle. They know that there are loopholes in the plan, but they are still stubborn... What do they think we are? Can dogs who can call and drink at will?"

Next to me, a captain with only his right arm left walked up and held the shoulder of the non-commissioned officer, with a firm tone: "You are not right. At least there are people who can speak for us. Not all blind people and idiots in this world. Listen to me, it is different from before. It is not a good idea to take off your military uniform and become a civilian. I think you should be aware of the experience of refugees. You have seen the civilians outside the city. Their situation is worse than us. Believe me, that is not a good choice."

The injured soldier's face turned red. His body trembled with anger, and his shouting seemed sharp and harsh: "What do you think should you do? Keep staying here and wait for death? Or do you want to leave the military officials behind after going back? In the end, we will still be abandoned by them."

Liu Jiangyuan looked at all this silently. He turned his head to look beside him and found that Fang Chen's eyes were also full of worry and obvious anger.

"At least, we have the power to choose the commander———"

The one-armed captain took a deep breath, tried to endure the pain, looked up at the temporary screen standing in the distance, and said gritting his teeth: "I will choose to join the 11th Independent Force, under a commander who can speak for us and help us desperately at critical moments. Even if I am just an ordinary soldier, I will do it."

Liu Jiangyuan's face twisted in pain. These words deeply touched him and affected his emotions.

The one-armed captain soon discovered two division commanders standing in the crowd.

He walked over with difficulty, with a slight apology on his face.

"Teacher, I absolutely have no intention of belittle you."

The captain's words pointed to Liu Jiangyuan: "I just talk about the matter. You are different from those guys in the military. We just feel angry and want to get fair treatment. I...I..."

Fang Chen reached out and patted his shoulder, smiling kindly: "I understand. Colonel Su Hao is an excellent commander. He is polite to his subordinates. You just want to guide emotions and prevent them from having more negative thoughts.

The captain looked at Fang Chen gratefully and nodded vigorously.

"Okay, no matter what you think, it's better to leave it until later----"

Fang Chen walked forward a few steps, stood at a position that most people saw, shouting loudly, with a clear and loud voice: "Commander Zhang Shengfei has died in battle, and the command system of the 184th Army has been paralyzed. According to the command of the military headquarters, we can only retreat along the highway to the adjacent war zone. Everyone knows that those mutated creatures are following us, and they will catch up soon. No matter how angry you are or how dissatisfied with the decision of the military headquarters, now is not the time to take responsibility, and it is even more impossible to specifically hold someone responsible. We must leave here alive and rush to the New Nanyang base as soon as possible. Remember—————No one will worry about the demands of dead people. To take revenge, vent their anger, and to find trouble for the damn officials above, we must do our best to survive."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Jiangyuan had already grabbed a single cannon placed on the ground and waved his arms hard at the crowd.

"Now, let's go and speed up, and strive to reach the New Nanyang Base tonight."

At dusk, the blood-red sunset shot down from the sky. It dyed the entire earth red, applied the same color to the surface of the clouds, and roasted everything with the last remaining heat.

A "Xali" car was overturned on the highway. It was originally lying across the road. Because of wartime needs, it was lifted up high by a wreck truck and pushed down the roadbed directly.

Along the way, there are strange-shaped vehicle wreckages everywhere between the inclined roadbeds on both sides and the adjacent fields. When the virus broke out, they were abandoned by their respective owners and blocked the road. Now they are dragged away and pushed down. Under the wind and sun, they quickly faded, rusted, and turned into a pile of devastated scrap iron.
Chapter completed!