Zhou Heng fell to the ground with a bloodless face, he looked around in a panic, where is Lin Zeyu? That thing is the captain, he can't die! As soon as he dies, the morale of the team is gone!

The team members were all pale.

The casual blow of the innate peak is too terrifying.

Two hundred meters apart, a slap smashed the tank, and the lives of more than a dozen warriors were brought with it.

Plus tank groups, patches of aircraft ...

Is it possible to stop a Japanese army of this size for two hours?

The situation is hopeless.

Zhou Heng gritted his teeth, picked up the sand around him, and finally heard a muffled snort.

Zhou Heng was overjoyed in his heart, and hurriedly ran over to pull the man out, he only saw Lin Zeyu frowning deeply, as if he was enduring something, Zhou Heng was suddenly stunned, and felt a chill down his spine.

"Captain, your hand..."

Lin Zeyu's left hand was blurred with flesh and blood, and his entire arm was smashed by the innate internal strength.

No matter how advanced modern medical technology is, it cannot reduce minced meat to the palm of your hand. Even if it is transplanted, it will be a waste of most of the life for a warrior.

"Nothing. Lin Zeyu smiled absently.

That's when he realized that he had really grown up.

A few days ago, if he broke an arm, he would definitely collapse, but Lin Zeyu's mind was always involuntary, and the figure of that person walking towards the Japanese army with his back to the firelight appeared, Lin Zeyu felt that the instructor's talent must be higher than him, and much higher.

When the nuclear bomb landed on his head, that kind of despair must have been dozens of times stronger than himself, right?

Lin Zeyu's eyes were bloodshot and he stared at the sky - the shadow of the three stones of Daoben.

He vowed that as long as he could survive today, he would definitely redouble his efforts until the innate realm.

Whoosh –

There was a rapid sound like a mosquito buzzing, and sporadic fires shot out of the plane's missile compartment.

Everyone was stunned and creepy.

Lin Zeyu looked at the firelight anxiously.

The Japanese army has finally made up its mind to launch missiles?

What is the target of the first round?

They all thought it was the trench where the camp of the 75th Regiment was located.

Now more than sixty percent of the soldiers are there, but when Lin Zeyu looks at it, there is a chill in his heart.

Lin Zeyu miscalculated the viciousness and cunning of the Japanese army, and they were playing side balls.

The missiles were not aimed at soldiers in the trenches, but at empty camps.

The pole was erected with a fluttering red flag.

In the records of many ancient historical books, the first thing a horse did after entering the general's camp was to break the enemy's flag and shout 'Your boss has been killed by me, surrender quickly', which is the same for the 75th Regiment that was defeated.

No one thinks that they can complete the task, failure is certain, and at this time, the flag behind the pole with great symbolic meaning and like a lighthouse will be broken again, and the morale will completely collapse.

And the Japanese can also explain that the missile was fired by mistake, for the simple reason that it did not hurt any soldiers of the Chinese army, but only hit an inconsequential building and a flag.

If China angrily uses aircraft missiles, it will become their first move, and public opinion will condemn it.

Zhou Heng's eyes were bloodshot. In the huge fire from the missile explosion, the bright red flag also turned to ashes and fell.

The main tent of the 75th regiment, the canteen where the weekdays eat, and the playground were all engulfed in flames.

"Xiao said, this is his grandmother!" Zhou Heng yelled angrily.

As the camp was destroyed and the flag fell, the eyes of each soldier dimmed, and the hand holding the gun lost strength.

On the desert where there are no people, there is no flag, who are you fighting for? Guarding the sand more than 20 kilometers behind you, without even a human figure?

There are also people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, secretly thinking: If they surrender now, the Japanese army may abide by the Geneva Conventions, and there is still a way to live.

Many people in their twenties, fifties and sixteens, have families, and maybe have children. If it is not a last resort, no one wants to die in vain.

In the trenches, Lu Xingzhi was discouraged.

He shouted at the top of his mouth to cheer up the soldiers, as long as they hold on a little longer, reinforcements will arrive, and they will launch a counteroffensive!

But these words look very pale in front of the tank artillery, and if Lu Xingzhi stood on a missile truck and shouted with a loudspeaker, it might be somewhat convincing.

Looking at everyone's frustrated and lost expressions, Lu Xingzhi's blood cooled a little bit.

Finished. This time it was a complete calf, Lu Xingzhi couldn't help but think like this.

He suddenly felt a little tired, although he Lu Xingzhi loved money like his life, but this time he really felt that the 75th regiment did his best.

Stopping a Japanese team with an innate realm and nearly 5ooo people for half an hour is already an extraordinary performance!

The two hours of the military headquarters sticking to the order were simply fantastic, and they miscalculated the strength and determination of the Japanese army.

"Forget it, love what's up. Lu Xingzhi lay in the trench and rolled up a dry tobacco.

At this time, he strangely saw that Captain Ding was groping for something in a big bag.

After a while, Regiment Commander Ding took a piece of red cloth in his arms and was crawling outside the trench.

"What do you want, old Ding, go out and find death?" Lu Xingzhi almost instantly figured out what Head Ding was going to do, he went to pull the flagpole and raise the flag!

What a crazy idea!

Surrounded by tanks, planes, and artillery, a general of a defeated army went to raise the flag.

If I could, I would go, and I wouldn't need you to go into battle in person!

Lu Xingzhi grabbed Captain Ding's shoulders and wanted to pull him back.

"Let go of me. Regiment Commander Ding frowned and glanced at Lu Xingzhi, "I don't want to wait for the old party to come, what I saw was the ruins of the 75th Regiment, a group of blackened defeated soldiers who had been bombed." ”

Lu Xingzhi scratched his scalp and said helplessly: "I understand, but Lao Ding, it's useless for you to go! If you pull up the flag, we can win? Don't dream, okay?"

"Fart, who didn't understand?" Commander Ding glared at him angrily, and then pointed to the tank group in front of him: "It's death in the trenches, and it's death to pull the flagpole." ”

"Then why didn't Lao Tzu pull the flagpole?"

Head Ding looked righteous and awe-inspiring.

Lu Xingzhi was stunned.

It seems like... That's the reason.

Although the mission failure is certain and there is no choice, at least you can choose a way to die, whether it is to hide in the trenches as charcoal, or to be a hero who pulls the flagpole.

The pros and cons, Lu Xingzhi couldn't judge, but he knew that the one who pulled the flagpole must be a first-class martyr, and he was also greatly praised by reporters, and the Tibetan trenches were at most second-class.

"Lao Ding, I'll go too!" Lu Xingzhi gritted his teeth fiercely.

He also has a wife and children, and the first-class martyrs have a lot of money to subsidize, and this reason is very realistic.

"Okay, together. Head Ding grinned, which gave Lu Xingzhi an illusion, he seemed to be looking at the Jing Ke who was sluggish and cold.