PS The role of Yang Quanlin is the swordfish's own vest, I originally wanted to write this character as a typical image of an underground party member, admired and worshipped, but unfortunately he couldn't write it, so he died.

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The sound of gunshots, screams, explosions, the sharp sound of bullets tearing through the air, the muffled sound of breaking flesh, the sound of blood splattering......

All the sounds converged in the alley, as if the air contracted sharply at a certain moment, and then exploded violently.

There were many gendarmes, but not many people answered, but on the way to the city gates, there were everywhere.

These responders, including military commanders and underground parties, were obviously not as equipped as the gendarmes, nor were they able to occupy the advantage of the terrain, but every time they rushed forward, they carried a fierce momentum of fearlessness, and their shouts even completely overwhelmed the sound of gunfire and explosions......

Some people fell down and never got up again, and some people were shot again and again without dying, so they forced themselves to get up and continue to rush forward, pushing away, crashing away, or blowing up the streets that were blocked by the military police, so that the car could drive through quickly.

People are really a very strange animal, because they can think, so they increase their fear of death, so in many cases, once the situation is not right, many people will run away regardless of the tail, even if they know that they can't escape, they will run.

However, when a group of people have a goal that they all desperately want to achieve, the kind of fearlessness and courage they burst out is incomparable to that of any animal......

Just like now, the blood splattered by those who responded seemed to have set something on fire, and that thing completely overwhelmed fear, fear, pain, and rushed forward without fear, just to complete this mission, perhaps in the bottom of their hearts, and the glory of dedicating themselves to the country, but not themselves.

The car was moving forward, the front of the car was completely dented and emitting green smoke, I don't know how many people had been knocked off, the body was also full of bullet holes, Yang Yi and others in the car seemed to have crawled out of the blood water, those blood had their own, there were also enemies, those gendarmes climbed into the car like ant colonies, and were smashed down one by one by everyone with fists and gun butts, some fell on the side of the road, and some were swept under the car......

"Little East ......"

Yang Quanlin was howling bitterly, Xiaodong was holding two grenades with green smoke and rushing to the fence at the city gate, there were bullets passing through his body, only to cause a large area of blood and flesh, and there were military police and Japanese soldiers holding their heads in the ghost screams, and then Xiaodong was blown apart with those rejected horses......

All this changed so slowly in Yang Yi's eyes, he seemed to be able to see the smile on the corner of Xiao Dong's mouth before the explosion, and that young face was full of pride at that moment.

The car roared out of the city gate and into the snow, all the sound had dissipated......

"Stop fighting, he's already dead......"

Yu Gui said, and the blood in his mouth gushed out as he spoke.

Yang Yi realized that he was choking the neck of a Japanese soldier, and the handle of the gun in his hand was smashing the head of the Japanese soldier one by one - let's call it the head, because the head was broken into a ball, and every time the handle of his gun was smashed, a large amount of minced meat and brains were brought up, and because he was dragged for too long, the legs of the Japanese soldier were already blurred with flesh and blood.

Fortunately, the Japanese army was already dead, and he no longer felt pain.

Yang Yi let go, and the corpse of the Japanese soldier fell to the ground like a rag bag, pulling farther and farther away from the speeding car.

His eyes were a little dazed, and he tried his best to remember how he rushed out of the city, but he really couldn't remember, he only remembered that there were many bloody battles between many people, and many people died in order to get them out.

Yang Yi felt very strange, because he had always felt that he was a person who could be very calm at any time, and would never be affected by emotions, but everything that had just happened was telling him that the blood of those people had made him completely lose his mind.

No one chased after him, because all this happened too quickly and suddenly, and because neither the Japanese army nor the military police knew whether there was an ambush outside the city, and they were afraid that they would fall into a trick when they chased it out.

In front, it was the next meeting point that had been planned for a long time, as soon as I saw everyone coming, many people surrounded me, looking at the car-ridden car and Yang Yi and others who were almost like bloody people in the car, everyone didn't speak, but just helped a few people down from the car with red eyes.

Obviously, they already knew what was going on in the city.

Yu Gui is dead.

Cheng Quan helped him close his eyes that were still staring, and then asked Yang Yi and Yang Quanlin if they were okay.

Yang Quanlin was holding his stomach, there was a deep knife wound on his stomach, and there was a strange brilliance on his face, it was time to return to the light, and Cheng Quan was not good-looking, although he was not shot, but several knife wounds on his shoulder were bleeding, and even there was a long wound on his face, and the skin and flesh were rolling terribly.

"Are you okay?"

Yang Quanlin asked Yang Yi, his eyes full of guilt.

Yang Yi touched his body and shook his head, Cheng Quan screamed: "It's really unreasonable, we are dead and wounded, and your fucking oily skin hasn't been scratched a little - Brother Yang, when you go back, you must make a water and land dojo for your ancestors for 7749 days, thank your ancestors for blessing......"

Yang Yi didn't answer, because he knew that the reason why he was unharmed had little to do with the blessing of his ancestors, but thanks to the magical sixth sense born from a very young age, he had to desperately fight to survive, so that even when his emotions were out of control, he could keenly avoid those mortal crises.

Yang Quanlin didn't listen to Cheng Quan's meaning of these unfunny jokes, and waved weakly to let Yang Yi come closer before saying, "I'm sorry for you, let you get involved in this mess that you don't want to participate in at all......"

Without waiting for Yang Yi to say anything, he continued: "I'm going to die, it's useless for you to complain about me, the provincial city will ask you for help......

"I see!"

Yang Yi grinned and wanted to say something, and finally said: "I don't know how to comfort anyone, I just want to tell you that I wasn't deceived by you, I came because I wanted to see this side, so what I do next is not because I was deceived, so you can rest assured ......"

If they usually encountered the revolutionary party talking about these things, I was afraid that those who would not listen to the military command would sharpen their heads and want to listen, but now, one by one, they are standing far away, as if they are afraid that they will hear something.

"Go back to Principal Zhang Ruxuan and tell him three words, dreamer ......"

When he said this, Yang Quanlin's voice was extremely low, and it was obvious that even the revolutionary parties around him, he didn't want them to know.

When he said these three words, he seemed to let go of the boulder in his heart, let out a long sigh of relief, his eyes began to look at the sky, and muttered: "To live, you have to believe something......

And then he died.