"Damn, what the hell is this?"

"Did the United States have such weapons in the Korean War?"

"What are these foreigners talking about?"

"Hydra, what Hydra ......"

"Did the protagonist hit the streets?"

“……”

There was a lot of discussion in the theater, and fans were full of doubts.

Chen Feng seemed to have encountered something terrible! A certain huge force has revealed the tip of the iceberg.

However, Lin Ti didn't delay here for too long, and after a glimpse, the picture returned to the main battlefield, allowing the audience to watch it with doubt.

In a corner of the battlefield, several U.S. soldiers hugged together in their hands and looked ahead, where their own warplanes were soaring in the sky, scattering bombs and incendiary bombs.

But why are more and more volunteers in gray and white military uniforms crossing the sea of fire?

The shouts shook the four wilds!

"These people can't be killed!" said one U.S. soldier in despair.

"They are the devil. ”

"We shouldn't fight them. ”

The U.S. soldiers looked desperately at the faces of all colors, either with hideous expressions or resolute faces......

They were scared.

Throughout the day, they bombed on this front of more than 40 kilometers with more than 100 fighters and two divisions!

Why didn't you capture this Longyuanli front!?

The sound of a trumpet representing the charge echoed across the vast battlefield.

On the position of the volunteers, the trumpeter stood straight, trying his best to let the horn sound farther, a little farther.

Blood-red flags swayed across the battlefield.

The shouts shot into the sky.

Charge!

Charge all the time!

The volunteer army all over the mountains climbed up from their positions and launched a final counterattack!

Behind us are our comrades-in-arms, our country!

Win the war! Drive them back to their hometown!

Tell them with our blood!

Offend me Huaxia!

Even if it is far away, it will be punished!

Just like then!

Don't take a step back!

"Kill !!"

"Rush, !!"

"Defend the country!!"

A volunteer roared with the U.S. soldier in his arms, and the next second he pulled a grenade.

"Boom!"

"Rise for the nation!"

"Boom!!"

"Long live the Chinese people!!"

"Boom!"

"Hahahaha. ”

"Boom ......"

……

The audience in the theater was already in tears.

on screen.

Flames of life burned on the battlefield, and their faces ranged from dark-skinned middle-aged people with resolute complexions to young people with bright and determined eyes.

There were also people who were hit by the incendiary bombs of the American army, burning all over the body and rushing into the American army, hugging one American soldier tightly and not letting go until both of them were burned to charcoals.

The pilot in the U.S. fighter plane overhead looked at the sparks blooming everywhere on the vast battlefield below, and muttered in disbelief: "God, ......"

The captain is high in the rear, and the camera can see the yellow and gray camps devouring each other, and the battlefield is lit up with fireworks from time to time.

The American front was in a rout.

Flares fluttered through the air, the screeching of artillery shells, and the muffled explosions of grenades, blasters, and explosive packets echoed through the battlefield.

The picture is magnificent and has a striking beauty.

The captain looked ashen and muttered, "We're done......"

These shots are intertwined, putting a tragic battlefield in front of the audience.

Shock!

Only this word can describe the feelings of movie fans.

At this moment, they believed that this was the real battlefield! A feeling common in their blood surged in their chests!

That kind of thing called national blood! It is a totem that has been integrated into everyone's blood for 5,000 years!

On the battlefield, the U.S. military began to wave white towels, which were connected little by little, forming a white ocean.

They surrendered.

The picture is shown on a hillside somewhere, and the guards report to Li Youbin.

"Commander, they surrendered!"

Li Youbin saw that on the battlefield, some volunteers hesitated to put down their guns, but they were hit by some bullets that flew from unknown places and fell down.

Without hesitation, he turned his head and said, "Surrender? Why should they surrender if they want to?"

Li Youbin's eyes were red and bloodshot, and a tragic atmosphere permeated the theater.

"Do you see how they killed our soldiers? Surrender? Let them go back and kill Lao Tzu's soldiers? Lao Tzu's soldiers are already half gone!"

Li Youbin's eyes were red and he roared, the green tendons on his neck burst out, and he pointed in the direction of Long Yuanli and said, "What is the order of the superiors?"

After a pause, he said viciously: "Defend Songgu Peak! Not a single American soldier can let him go!!"

"Even if Lao Tzu is not the head of the regiment today, I will destroy them all here!"

"You tell them to Lao Tzu!"

"We will also raise the white flag! We will fight the same people!"

"If you let one go, Lao Tzu will kill them himself!"

This scene came to an end in Li Youbing's sonorous and fierce words.

The people in the theater couldn't calm down for a long time, and they were completely suppressed by this series of dramas and Li Youbin's actor-level performance.

The camera did not give them the slightest space to stop, and on the battlefield, the volunteers also waved white flags one after another and shot at the US troops without hesitation.

The fighter plane flew at a low altitude, and some US troops waved white towels at them desperately to ask for help, but how to save them?

There are white towels underneath! Where are the bombs dropped?

The Air Force said desperately and sadly to Infinity Electric: "They're done......"

……

At the headquarters of the Volunteer Army, Commander Peng frowned, his face was calm, he stood in front of the sand table without saying a word, his fingers kept spreading and holding again.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

He personally picked up the phone with a lunge: "This is the General Headquarters. ”

After a while, his face gradually became excited, and when he hung up the phone, he laughed and said sonorously: "Send my words to the 38th Army!"

He pondered for a moment and then said: "In this battle, the 38th Army occupied Sansholi and Longyuanli before the enemy, and blocked the south from fleeing to the north. ”

"More than 100 enemy planes and tanks bombed all day long, repeatedly breaking through the encirclement, but they never succeeded. As of yesterday (30 July), the results were brilliant, with nearly 1,000 tanks and automobiles being captured, and there were still many enemies besieged. I hope to overcome difficulties, summon up courage, continue to completely annihilate the besieged cause, pay attention to blocking the enemy's northern aid, give special orders and rewards, and wish you continued victories! Long live the Chinese People's Volunteers! Long live the 38th Army!"

……

"He's here! not dead! Medic!"

The battlefield was full of gunsmoke, and occasionally a dull explosion came from afar, and the two soldiers found Chen Feng lying in a corner of the battlefield, strangely there were no injuries on his body.

Obviously the energy bullet passed through his body, but he didn't even have a military uniform torn on his body.

Jiang Ying, played by Han Xiaoxue, arrived with medical soldiers.

After some inspection, she said solemnly, "Carry him back." ”

The two soldiers quickly lifted Chen Feng on a stretcher, and when they crossed the battlefield full of corpses and debris, they could see that the volunteers had already begun to clean up the battlefield.

Everyone looked sad, and the camera showed a few soldiers crying with the bodies of their comrades.

The brutality of the battlefield is on full display.

The camera shows a soldier rummaging through debris on the battlefield as he picks up a U.S. military radio.

After some curious rummaging, the radio turned on, and the sound coming from inside made him stunned.

"This is the Central People's Radio, which now broadcasts the national anthem of the People's Republic of China. ”

The sound of the radio sounded in this foreign land, and the surrounding soldiers stopped their movements and looked over, as did some soldiers who were holding the corpses of their comrades with sad faces.

After a rustle on the radio, solemn music sounded on the battlefield.

"Get up!"

"People who don't want to be slaves!"

"Build our flesh and blood into our new Great Wall!"

The group of soldiers, with their faces mottled and their clothes in rags, looked at the radio, motionless on the battlefield filled with gunpowder.

Suddenly, a soldier wiped a handful of tears and stood up, snot mixed with his face, and he roared with tears in his eyes

"Stand up!!"

One by one, the warriors got up, tears blurring their faces, and they sang as hard as they could along with the singing on the radio.

The movement quickly attracted the attention of a wider range, and they didn't know what was happening, but they also subconsciously followed the chorus in this direction.

"Get up! Get up!

We are all united, braving the enemy's artillery fire, and marching!

Braving enemy fire, forward!

Forward !!"

On the battlefield, loud singing was heard far, far away.