Hearing this, Nalan Loyal immediately stood up.

When the intelligence officer sent the documents for intercepting the devil just now, he had already reported to him that dozens of soldiers from the independent company, escorting the surviving villagers at the foot of the Dragon Scale Mountains, had arrived at the military headquarters.

Seeing the old man standing up and looking at him, Yan Zhi hurriedly ran over and whispered a few words in front of the old man.

Nalan Zhongzhong personally walked down the rostrum to greet him, and the generals and school officials on the stage also followed him and walked to the stage.

All officers and men stood up.

Nalan loyalously led the applause.

Everyone applauded.

If someone said that the thirty or so soldiers in front of him had crawled out of the pile of dead people, absolutely no one would doubt it.

Because they need to take off their clothes for the villagers to wear, some soldiers are still wearing the military uniforms of devils and carrying 38 big covers on their backs, and they are alive and well.

The soldiers were reluctant to throw away the easy-to-get Type 90 steel helmets, and they all hung the steel helmets around their necks, and each of them carried at least two or three guns on their backs.

Getting a 90-Kind steel helmet was something they had only dreamed of. Although the national army also has steel helmets, the number is very small, and many troops in the country are not even equipped with steel helmets, and the bulletproof ability of the national army's steel helmets is much inferior to the devil's nine-zero steel helmet. Due to the backward steelmaking technology, sometimes the ricochet of the 38 can penetrate the steel helmet of the national army.

On the battlefield where there is a shortage of medicine, a soldier who is shot in a limb part and does not injure the major artery may be saved, and if he is shot in the head, he is basically sentenced to death.

Because the fire in the stockade was too fierce, so the clothes on each soldier were burned to the ground, and some people's eyebrows and beards were all burned out, leaving patches of baldness.

Wang Daqi and Lu Xuguang, who were the most powerful and tall, walked at the front of the team, each carrying four rifles and a machine gun on their backs, and their waists were full of ammunition and bayonets.

It seemed that Li Quanshun, Zhong Jiagen, Wang Xiaoxiang, Zhou Erwa and more than a dozen other people who were already crumbling in their walking, but each of them supported a soldier who looked like a withered tree, staggering together, almost struggling to walk this way.

At the back were Liao Baotian and Xu Zheyou, who were supporting Fan Xiaosi, who was pale and scary like a dead man, with sunken eyes and skinny pins.

More than thirty soldiers supported each other and staggered to Nalan's loyal face.

Zhao Fugui, Wu Zhonghua, Kuang Dawei, and Fang You also returned to the queue of the team.

Yan Zhi took a few steps forward from behind Nalan Zhongzhong, gave a military salute to the forty soldiers, then turned around, and saluted Nalan Zhongzhong with a "snap", and said: Report to the general, there are forty-one people in the independent company, and no one will be lost after the raid on the Winged Valley, and more than one hundred and twenty devils will be killed, and now I will come back to report to you. ”

Nalan loyally sorted out his military uniform and hat, returned the standard military salute, and said to the forty-one officers and soldiers: "Brothers, have worked hard! ”

After the salute, all the soldiers of the Brotherhood rushed up and helped the brothers, who were so tired that they almost ran out of oil, to the rostrum.

All the officers and soldiers were clapping incessantly.

Looking at this group of soldiers who were even more miserable than the dead, all the family members who came to observe were in tears, and Nalan Huiyue and her classmates were even more moved to cover their mouths and sob.

Nalan Zhongzhong knew that this was a morale-boosting opportunity that he had not encountered in ten years, and he quieted the whole army, and after he saluted the military salute again, he said to all the soldiers: "You are the backbone of the Chinese nation!" There are thousands of hot-blooded soldiers like you in the Chinese nation, and the Japanese want to destroy China, but it is a fool's dream, and their atrocities will never succeed, and we must drive the Japanese back......

At Yan Zhi's behest, Xu Zheyou took eleven soldiers forward and encouraged all the soldiers.

The uniforms of the twelve men were tattered, and there were cracks on the branches and rocks everywhere, their heads and faces were covered with scars, and almost every one of them had a second or third knife mark on his arm.

Because the soles of the Japanese army had iron nails, everyone wore straw sandals or cloth shoes to complete the seven-kilometer run. The shoes on their feet were worn out, revealing the toes that had been knocked off their toenails, and the flesh was covered with mud and stains, and some soldiers simply threw away their worn shoes and walked barefoot wrapped in ragged clothes, their feet and calves were swollen, and they could not wear the military shoes captured from the Japanese army.

Some of the soldiers had no buttons on their shirts, and almost all of their chests were scarred, and several of them had their own bayonets on their chests.

"I once said that under my guns there is no enemy within eight hundred meters. But one person can't save China, and China needs thousands of bloody hot-blooded men like you. Yan Zhi felt that the aroma of wine was also afraid of deep alleys, and there was no need for him to be low-key at this time, he had to be high-profile at this time to boost morale, and low-key would only hit the soldiers' self-confidence.

Yan Zhi continued: "The twelve of them have completed this feat, which will leave an indelible page in the history of world wars, and their feat will be recorded in the history of the Chinese who will never give in and fight against foreign enemies."

As long as you work hard, your potential is unlimited, you will all become as good as them, to be a heroic Chinese soldier, we will trample the dry bones of the devil under our feet, and use our blood to write the bloody nature of the Chinese national soldiers who will never give in. ”

If these words were not crossed, Yan Zhi would have blushed when he said these words, he would have felt that this was just a cliché oath, just an oath that those young people who had not experienced the baptism of war had said and forgotten, and it was an oath that would be ridiculed by others if they said too much.

He clearly remembers that one year before the crossing, when he went to get his driver's license, he saw someone reading the oath on the wall, and many people around him burst into laughter.

However, in this era of war, at this moment when the survival of the Chinese nation is in danger, these oaths he said were born from his heart, without any pretentiousness, and he himself was full of excitement and enthusiasm.

Yan Zhi shouted: "Along the way, we sing my motherland, we sing together, who can resist in the past 20 years." As long as the thousands of warriors in China are united, we gallop across the battlefield to kill the enemy, who can resist! ”

Suddenly, a crisp singing voice sounded under the rostrum.

The wolf smoke rises and looks north,

The national flag rolls up and the horse grows and the sword is like frost,

The heart is like the water of the Yellow River,

Who can fight in 20 years.

This is Nalan Huiyue's cappella.

Yan Zhi only taught Nalan Huiyue these few lyrics, and in the past few days, she led her female classmates to rehearse repeatedly.

The wolf smoke rises and looks north,

The national flag rolls up and the horse grows and the sword is like frost,

The heart is like the water of the Yellow River,

Who can fight in 20 years.

As soon as Nalan Huiyue's singing stopped, the female students sang in unison.

This ambitious song is interpreted by the young and passionate voices of the girls, and there is another momentum of women who do not let their eyebrows go.

The wolf smoke rises and looks north,

The national flag rolls up and the horse grows and the sword is like frost,

The heart is like the water of the Yellow River,

Who can fight in 20 years.

As soon as the girls' voices fell, the soldiers of the Brotherhood began to sing, and the girls sang along.

Looking at this group of people who were about to receive the baptism of war during the war years, Yan Zhi's eyes were hazy with tears, and he whispered softly: "The dignified China wants to let the Quartet... Congratulations ......"

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Every time I use this song to serve the country, I think about it repeatedly, but in the end I always decide to use it. Brothers in the midst of war, this song is the most appropriate.

Band of Brothers!

Brotherhood of China!