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Yan Zhi just wants to poke a hole in the lies that poisoned the Chinese anti-Japanese soldiers, and let all the lies leak down.

Yan Zhi knew that if he didn't appear, he would definitely attract criticism and ridicule from the vast majority of officers and soldiers, and this was what he wanted.

Only when everyone is suspicious of him and Yan Zhi and the Brothers of Brothers, can he and his brothers appear to attract enough attention, and from then on, can the entire military region completely accept the Brothers and accept his Yan Zhi Dao and simple killing methods.

Chinese soldiers can no longer shed bloodless and sacrifice in vain. His simple tactics may not have affected the anti-Japanese soldiers of all China, but he has to work hard to at least make the soldiers of the Jinping Military Region better, so that they will no longer have to shed blood and sacrifice in the defense of this hot land.

Although more than 100 death row inmates were officially formed into Brothers of Brothers, they were often ridiculed by the fraternal forces, who ridiculed them as a group of death row inmates. The officers and men of the entire military region inevitably despised and ridiculed the independent company, so Yan Zhi wanted to take advantage of this surprise victory to promote the position of the brother company in the hearts of all the people in the military region.

Yan Zhi was just an unknown small staff officer before, and there were not many people in the entire military region who knew him.

At this time, almost everyone's eyes focused on Wu Zhonghua, Kuang Dawei, Zhao Fugui, Fang You, and the four people and four horses, and they couldn't judge for a while which of the four people was Yan Zhi who was going to compete with Nie Yuanfeng today.

"Phew!"

When the big bell in the school military field rang, a slow sound of horses' hooves sounded in the aftermath of the big bell.

Then, the melodious harmonica sound sounded at the door of the school military field, and the sound of "stomping" hooves, which attracted everyone's attention again.

The harmonica sound is soothing and clear, pleasant and cheerful, like a stream of water, slowly flowing into everyone's hearts.

An officer riding a white horse, carrying a strange and familiar rifle on his shoulder, and the elegant sound of the harmonica accompanied by the sound of horses' hooves appeared in front of the officers and soldiers, and walked from the gate of the school's barracks to the rostrum. His military uniform was also tattered, riddled with holes, covered with gunpowder smoke and dust, and it could be seen that it had been tempered by fire, but his riding boots were polished so shiny that they could shine the shadow of a man.

The officer sat on horseback, playing a harmonica quietly, his eyes obscured by the brim of his hat, and everyone could see in him the extreme exhaustion.

Nalan Huiyue recognized the person at first sight as Yan Zhi, and jumped up happily, and in an instant, the students behind her were also infected by her joy and jumped up.

The soldiers of the Brotherhood also recognized Yan Zhi at the first time and stood up together.

Zhou Youcai, who was standing in front of Nalan Zhong's rostrum, turned around and saw Yan Zhi, and suddenly a guts rose from his heart, his legs were no longer weak, and his face that was panicked just now was already full of joy and solidity at this time.

As long as the officers and soldiers who have been on the battlefield, they can see at a glance that these five soldiers have just returned from the battlefield, and they can see from their tattered clothes what hard battles they have gone through, and they can also see the brilliance of victory in their eyes.

Nalan was sincere and remained silent. Just now, his adjutant had whispered to him about Yan Zhi's achievements.

Nalan Zhongzhong looked at his wife and two daughters, and it happened that his wife was also casting an inquiring glance at him, and he nodded slightly.

Mrs. Nalan glanced at Yan Zhi, and then at her husband.

Nalan Zhongzhong nodded to his wife again, then took a pen and wrote a small note, asking the adjutant behind him to hand it to his wife.

Mrs. Nalan opened the note and saw that it read: Yan Zhi's team repelled the devils in the stockade on the edge of the Dragon Scale Mountains and rescued the residents. Good!

Mrs. Nalan was overjoyed and hurriedly handed the note to her two daughters. Yan Zhi has this feat, even if he loses to Nie Yuanfeng in today's competition, not only will it not damage the prestige of the Nalan family, but it will add glory to the Nalan family.

Everyone could see that Yan Zhi was tired to the extreme, in such a state, it was too normal to lose to Nie Yuanfeng.

Losing to Nie Yuanfeng in the competition was too insignificant compared to saving a village of people.

After throwing the Type 97 sniper rifle to a lieutenant in the military department, Yan Zhi slowly dismounted, walked towards the rostrum with a tired body, hid his deep eyes under the brim of his hat, and looked at the tens of thousands of soldiers in front of him who were about to fight for the country, his heart was hot.

In a few months, these soldiers will go to the battlefield in Hubei, China, and will start a white-knuckle battle with the invaders in Shibei Town, Yichang City, and they will sprinkle their blood on the land that gave birth to them and raised them.

Among them, the vast majority of them will die in battle, sacrifice their lives for the country, and use their blood and loyalty to block the Japanese from the stone stele town, they will be loyal and brave to protect the country, and will trample the dry bones of the Japanese devils under their feet, and write their immortal legends.

Looking at this group of simple, even a little ignorant soldiers, Yan Zhi suddenly felt a little sad, so he slowly blew the familiar song "My Motherland", this song he had learned to play with the harmonica in the orphanage, it sounded a kind of excitement at that time, and now it is a kind of pathos and excitement.

His harmonica sound is sometimes low and powerful, sometimes high-pitched and powerful, sometimes exhilarating.

Yan Zhi played the majestic [My Motherland] as he walked, Wu Zhonghua, Kuang Dawei, Zhao Fugui, Fang You, the four of them walked behind him with a face of gunpowder smoke and exhaustion, and everyone who saw it knew that they had just had a big war with the Japanese.

At this time, the interpretation of the artistic conception of this piece has reached a higher level.

Heroes cherish heroes, and the hymns of heroes are easier to penetrate into the hearts of heroes.

This song stirred up a warm current in the hearts of all the soldiers present. They are too simple, although the songs such as "Night Shanghai" and "Night Fragrance" sung by the female soldiers of the song and dance troupe just now Li Quanshun are good, which makes their eyes straight, but the artistic conception of those songs does not belong to them, and it is suitable for those officials, Mrs. Kuo, and bejeweled ladies.

And the current major officer's song has never been heard by everyone, like a heavenly sound, which hits their hearts and can resonate with their hearts.

After the song was blown, Yan Zhi had already walked to the rostrum, and there was fog in his eyes. Maybe these soldiers will think that he is blowing a little abruptly, and some people may think that he is stupid, but no matter what everyone thinks of him, Yan Zhi is willing to play a song for these soldiers who are going to the battlefield and fight to the death against the invaders for every inch of China's mountains and rivers.

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