Military System god realm revolution

1st Division of the Empire Major General Song Zihua used binoculars to observe the hill front's barracks. Know that this place is the enemy's last fortress that is hard to attack. It has such a steep appearance that it will invade. Therefore, to attack this stronghold required a special weapon.

"Prepare the mortar, wait for the command to shoot." Major General Song Zihua ordered the mortar to be taken out.

American M2 howitzer. A curved trajectory can attack enemies on a hill like this. The distance of hope is 1 kilometer. Enough to attack to pressure the enemy to give up. Major General Song Zihua intends to use the mortar to fire continuously until the opponent cannot stand.

Twenty M2 howitzers were quickly installed at the command of the general.

"Volleying into the hills," Major general Song Zihua ordered.

Mortar shells continuously crossed the wall and fell into the center of the barracks. The sound of a loud explosion made a great panic for the soldiers. They were hiding on high ground, yet they did not survive the attacks of the enemy. The morale of the army was very low, and many soldiers had already begun to flee.

"Runaway quickly." The cries of the soldiers sounded throughout the camp

"Finally, the time has come." Yi He looked at the military camp that was filled with turbulence. Massive mortar shells dropped, dealing a large amount of damage. No more guards, they left their weapons and fled into the jungle, scrambling to escape. They fear that if they take even one step behind, they will die in the military camp.

"Master Yi He, I'm afraid this stronghold is lost." said one general.

"Master Yi He, please escape. We will keep our enemies behind." Twenty generals knelt tried to convince Yi He to flee.

Yi He was like a teacher of the army who taught them military academics. When the crisis came, the generals decided to repay their gratitude, unable to suffer their teachers.

Yi He's eyes full with tears flowing down. He looked at the young general and all his disciples. His gratitude overflowing with my heart was overflowing. Yi He didn't want everyone to make sacrifices because of him.

"You guys, don't do this. Your future is still far away, so don't be quick to die here." In the end, Yi He took out the jade seal commanded by the army that Zhao Tao had given him. "From now on, there is no longer a northern army," Yi He broke the jade, commanded the army in two. Causing tremor to the generals very much

In both Yi He's hands were covered with blood, which was caused by the jade's cut.

"The land of the First Prince is over. The Northern Army was no more. You are all citizens of Dazhou. If you surrender, I think His Majesty will surely have mercy on you." Yi He threw away the broken jade.

Yi He announced the dissolution of the army. The commander of the general all had to dissolve. From now on, they are no longer in the military. Yi He, who had finished everything, felt light and clear; the pressure within his mind had been lifted. He had never felt this light before as if the heavy burden on his shoulders had utterly disappeared.

"Ugh!" Yi He spat out blood, then fainted again.

"Master." The generals hurried to support Yi He did not fall.

"What should we do next?" Said one general, asking everyone's opinion.

At this time, there was no longer a northern army. The big prince was lost, General Bai Jin died, Army advisor Yi He fainted. The generals were helpless; they didn't know what to do with their own lives.

"Let's surrender to the imperial army." When there was no other choice, they only have this way. They tried to assemble the white cloth to make a flag to symbolize surrender. After several battles, the generals realized that the other side had used a white sign to signify their surrender.

Not long after, numerous white flags filled the barracks. Then some soldiers noticed the white cloth and immediately informed the command center.

Major General Song Zihua received a quick report. "Did the opponent raise a white flag?"

"Yes, General. The radio from the front line said it like this." said the communications officer.

"Order the mortars to stop firing, send military representatives to negotiate." Major General Song Zihua commanded.

As soon as receiving orders, the mortars ceased the attack. The generals at the military camp all sighed in relief. The terrifying attack had ended.

After a while, a group of soldiers walked up the hill to negotiate.

"If you have a request, you can inform us. This message will be sent immediately to the general," the soldier said.

The generals were surprised at the other's fantastic fast communication. The general commanders immediately made an offer.

Major General Song Zihua received the other party's offer of surrender in the command center, finding that the demand was not too much.

They begged to stop the fire and ensure the safety of all soldiers. They are ready to disarm themselves. However, there is a special offer to help cure Adviser Yi He, who is fainted. In the military camp, lacking medical treatment, they could not take care of Yi He's illness. They hope that the other party will accept these offers.

Major General Song Zihua paused for a moment, treating Yi He was not a difficult matter. But Yi He's identity was too special. He couldn't make a decision alone.

"Directly connect to the Prime Minister."

Major General Song Zihua decided to ask Prime Minister General Guo Ling's opinion on dealing with it. Because Yi he's identity had political implications.

General Guo Ling made a quick decision.

"Accept their offer. We can't hurt Yi He."

Yi He was recognized by Great Dazhou's great commanders for decades to protect the border and was loved and respected by the villagers. If they make a wrong decision, the day ahead in the northern regions' administration will have problems. General Guo Ling decides to save Yi He's life to buy the local people's hearts and the generals. This will help the remaining rebel armies in the north become less ferocious, making them easily surrender to the central region.

General Song Zihua received a green light from the center, and he immediately accepted the request. This news quickly spread to the military barracks above.

"We were defeated. Let's put down our weapons," said one general, shuddering. Today, his military career has ended.

The rest of the soldiers laid their weapons, removed their armor as ordered. There was a shout of joy in the military camp. The soldiers' faces fill with tears of joy. This brutal war is over. They no longer have to be terrified. The long nightmares ended.

The generals sat on the ground, exhausted. They don't have anything to do. Their future is unpredictable, the official path, don't expect it to happen.

"Master has been unconscious for a long time; what should we do?" One general still looked at the Master in his arms with concern.

"Your army is going to send help, right?" The generals hurriedly asked about the contract.

"All of you, don't be anxious. Our army is sure to fulfill its promise. We have no way to dishonor the emperor. Help will come soon," the soldier said.

Soon there was a loud noise from the sky.

"The rescue has arrived." The soldier looked up into the sky and gave a signal.

The generals of commanders were all stunned in unison. They had never seen such a flying thing before. If they had known that the Imperial Army could fly, they would have surrendered a long time ago.

Military helicopters landed on the barracks. Several military doctors came down from the machine.

"Where are the injured? Send it to us," said a military physician wearing white armbands with the Red Cross sign.

The commander's general was silent, turned to look at each other before handing over Yi He.

"Please take care of my teacher," said one general.

For 23 days, the Northern Army had ended. The northern region of Dazhou was once again under central rule. The 1st Division of the Empire was in charge of the provinces. Facilitating the 11 cities and establishing the northern border protection line between Dazhou and Datang. Major General Song Zihua, General of the 1st Brigade Appointed Commander of the Imperial Northern Army.