The sky is just bright.

The two sides looked at each other from a distance at the entrance of Nancun Village, and on the other side were the people of Nancun, grateful, expectant, excited, and happy, and all kinds ......of emotions appeared on their faces, and finally turned into thunderous applause and cheers.

On the other side were the soldiers of the Houyong Regiment, who walked with their heads hanging when they left, but raised their heads when they returned.

The words of the head of the regiment, Wu Feng, seemed to still echo in his ears: "What are you all doing with your heads down? Hold your head up for Lao Tzu, we have won the battle, we are the heroes who defended Nancun, have you ever seen a hero walking with his head down and his head down?

As for yesterday's mistakes, they are all washed away because of your victory today, and no one will remember your decadence, dirtiness, and cowardice in the past, because today you are victorious soldiers, soldiers of the Rear Brave Regiment.

Stride forward and accept the honor we deserve! ”

Jiang Long and his party straightened their chests, they couldn't remember how long it had been since they had been so dignified.

It's a good feeling to be able to look up and be a human again.

Nearly 1,000 people in Nancun gathered at the head of the village, their eyes were full of gratitude and welcome when they looked at their group, and the whole village was cheering, this is the highest etiquette used to receive the hero's return!

The head of the regiment, Wu Feng, walked with the team at the front, and his figure was not tall from behind, but all the soldiers of the Houyong Regiment understood that it was precisely because of the man in front of him that he brought them the glory at the moment.

What's more, this man took them back to themselves, and finally no longer had to hide in the ruined temple like a ground mouse to live like a ground mouse.

All the warriors straightened their bodies as straight as javelins and followed the strutting back of the front.

The figure of Han Feng fighting in the Tupo ambush was still echoing in the minds of the soldiers, and the soldiers subconsciously felt that such a regiment commander had to be matched with the most decent soldiers.

Therefore, although everyone wore all kinds of clothes and tattered, and some even wrapped the devil's clothes on their bodies, and were afraid that people would misunderstand, they simply wore them the other way around, but they all tried to straighten their chests and widen their eyes, and they were never willing to add the slightest absurdity to this victorious army.

Master Dong greeted him at the front, and seeing Han Feng with the team, his old body burst out with heroic emotion:

"Great, the return of the hero, full of glory!

When I went, it was a cloud-breaking cloud, and when I came, there were few fights, and it was foreseeable that a brave army to resist Japan and save the country would start from today.

Come here, bring wine, let us people in Nancun, thank all the benevolent fathers, save the world, and save the soul of the nation. ”

The wine jar is coming, the wine-making technology of this Nancun seems to be good, the waist-deep wine jar is brewed with fine wine, and the lid is patted open, and there is no wind, and the mellow aroma will come to the face instantly.

Master Dong said loudly: "Nancun's first-class daughter is red, hero wine, and I respect heroes!"

Folks, give our strong men a lot. ”

The large bowls burned in the kiln were distributed to the soldiers by the villagers, and each bowl was poured with more than half a bowl of wine.

If this is left on weekdays, alcohol is a luxury for the rout, and maybe more than 300 people can fight for a bowl of wine.

But at this moment, the wine was poured into the bowl, but the more than 200 soldiers who were alive were holding the wine bowl flat, and no one was the first to speak, waiting for the order of the figure at the front.

No one has poured wine for Han Feng yet, others do not have this qualification, Master Dong personally poured the wine, uncovered a jar of the strongest and strongest wine, and shouted: "The head of the regiment should be the master of the world, and it should be accompanied by a big bowl, bring the bowl." ”

When the bowl came, the warriors just glanced at it, and muttered in their hearts, this bowl was really big, more than ten times larger than the bowl in their hands, not so much a wine bowl as a slightly smaller basin.

At this moment, the soldiers who were still envious immediately became honest, not to mention far away, even this bowl of water is by no means something that ordinary people can drink, not to mention that it is still a fine wine with a high concentration!

Han Feng didn't change his face and caught the big bowl with two hands, and looked at Master Dong with a smile as he laboriously picked up a medium wine jar and filled it for himself.

That's right, it's full, other warriors' bowls are small, and they only fill more than half a bowl, and their own bowl is shockingly big, but it is full of bowls.

Gollum ...... The soldiers all sympathized with their regimental commander, and they really didn't know who could drink such a big bowl of wine.

It's Wu Song, the tiger hero in the Water Margin, I'm afraid it's enough to choke!

And under the attention of everyone, Han Feng held a small basin-like wine bowl and laughed: "Thank you for your kindness."

It's just that I don't cooperate with this first bowl of wine.

Who is worthy to drink? It is those warriors who sacrificed their lives and forgot their deaths, bravely killed the enemy, and sacrificed on the battlefield for the independence of the nation and the survival of the people!

I salute them for this first drink. ”

Han Feng said, pouring the drink at the 68 soldiers of the Houyong Regiment who died in the nameless slope ambush.

The wine was sprinkled and fell to the ground, splashing dust everywhere, Han Feng said in a deep voice: "A real warrior dares to face the bleak life and dare to face the dripping blood, this is not a mourner, nor is it a fearless, just a group of real iron-blooded soldiers who would rather sacrifice themselves for the fate of the country and the survival of the people."

The general died in a hundred battles, and the strong man returned in ten years.

Brothers, go all the way! ”

A large bowl of wine poured one-third, and the sound of flowing wine swayed in the suddenly quiet dojo, and all the silent people showed emotion and tragedy in their eyes.

Han Feng continued: "As for this second wine, you should respect the people.

Why do you say this, because everyone knows that although this war is a soldier throwing his head and spilling blood on the battlefield, it is always our poor people who really suffer!

You are the cornerstone of the nation, the source of our strength and solid backing, without the people, we soldiers who sacrifice their lives to fight on the battlefield will be meaningless, without the support of the people, we will not be able to win any battle.

This wine, please villagers instead of the people of China, I have to respect. ”

Master Dong said with a smile: "Okay, it seems that Captain Han is also a temperamental, come and pour wine for the villagers." ”

The jars of wine were quickly divided, and all the villagers, no matter what kind of bowls they were holding, were more or less filled with some wine, and even the children joined in the fun.

Han Feng raised the bowl and said loudly: "Folks, I thank you for all the soldiers!"

This war...... Let you suffer! ”

Han Feng said hard, his eyes were infected by this inexplicable emotion, and they became red, and many villagers were already in tears, as if they recalled the painful memories of the past, and they couldn't help crying anymore.

Han Feng yelled: "! ”

One person alone to nearly a thousand people, both sides drank the wine in the bowl at the same time, the hot wine slid down the birth, but the heat brought up made the whole body stretch out, and every pore seemed to be released to the fullest.

Han Feng said in a deep voice, "Strengthen my great mountains and rivers, strengthen my Chinese people, our soldiers will not stop every day, and all invaders will be destroyed!"

Kill—"

"Kill!"

Although the arms holding the bowl were a little sore, more than 200 soldiers behind Han Feng roared in unison.

The sound vibrates the universe, echoing in the mountains and forests, for a long time......