The Days of Competition Chapter 133

"In the autumn of 1825, the Sixth Army of the Donghua Army was attacked by the enemy in Dongye. After half a month of fierce fighting, the army headquarters repeatedly called the central government for support because the follow-up aid materials and troops were delayed. Read the latest updates of the novel at Lewen Novel Network, http://www.lwxsw.org/. The reply was delayed several times. It was not until October 22, 1825 that the Donghua Army suffered heavy casualties and was unable to fight again. The last telegram finally arrived in Dongye, ordering all the soldiers of the Donghua Army to give up resistance."

A deep male voice flowed slowly by their ears. The scorched earth and the numerous wounded soldiers left after the war came into everyone's sight. A young officer stood beside a trench that was pockmarked by artillery fire, holding a telegram in his hand, his eyes filled with dark clouds of grief.

The telegram was stained with blood and dirt, and only the words "peace between two countries" could be vaguely seen.

Time and space changed suddenly, and the officer had come from the desolate battlefield to the Donghua Military Government, and was ordered to become an intelligence agent, immersed in documents and the work of arresting true patriots and patriots. During an arrest, he was shocked by the Zhongxia Army's underground personnel's demeanor of not hesitating about life and death, honor and disgrace, and let him go privately, and since then he has formed an indissoluble bond with the Zhongxia Army. Not long after, a foreign country planned to invade again, and he heard his boss say the three words "no resistance", which aroused the regret of his comrades who died in the battle, and he resolutely decided to take this intelligence to the Zhongxia Army.

After many twists and turns, the Zhongxia soldier who came to contact him was arrested. He found that he could not send the information away. He was locked up in the mansion and pondered for a long time. Finally, he thought of the token left by his ancestors many generations ago.