The Victory Day military parade came to a successful conclusion.

"Wow!"

Outside the Beacon Museum, the audience watching the live broadcast applauded in unison.

At this moment, people are still immersed in excitement, and many people even have tears in their eyes.

Even though the broadcast is over, they are still reluctant to walk away, still watching the replay footage.

Please scan the QR code on the right side of the screen and fill in the number of visitors. The system will randomly rank the entry order. If you are unable to scan the QR code, please register at the ATM with the relevant documents. ”

It wasn't until the sound of the announcement came from the loudspeaker that they remembered the purpose of their trip.

Carrying ten cows, the head of Monkey Village, and the head of the second regiment, they waited at the entrance early.

Die-hard loyalists like them certainly won't be absent from today's event.

"Yesterday, I looked at the advertisement of the Beacon, and the silhouettes on it were airplanes and tanks. Could it be that Curator Lin did the real thing? ”

"Can't! Those pieces of equipment can't be bought with money right now, so they should be some models. ”

"I analyzed it for a long time and saw that one was an M3 Grant? Plum. I didn't have a few of these things, so how could I get them. ”

Just as they were talking, the green light in front of them came on.

"Welcome to the Beacon Museum, and I wish you a pleasant visit."

Several of them belong to VIPs, have special codes, and do not need to queue.

Only then did he bypass the wall at the door, and said in surprise:

"It's changed again, how do you feel that this building is getting bigger and taller. Is there something wrong with my eyes? ”

The head of Monkey Village smiled:

"You play too much with your mobile phone, staring at that small screen all day long, and when you go out, of course you feel that everything is tall and big."

The commander of the second regiment did not agree with this view.

"I also think it's getting bigger, but the shape of the entire exhibition area hasn't changed at all, how did Director Lin do it?"

With this doubt, the three of them went straight to the Victory Day Theme Pavilion.

It is the original Army Day exhibition hall, but it has been greatly changed in the past few days.

The sculpture at the entrance is now and a date.

Moreover, it is blood-red.

"September 18, 1931!"

It was from this day that the devils of the Japanese country raised their evil hands and opened the prelude to the war of aggression against China.

In the 14 years of war that followed, tens of millions of Chinese people were killed and wounded, and the country was torn to pieces, and the losses were incalculable.

"Hey!"

The people around sighed at the same time.

This date is a hurdle in the hearts of Chinese people.

No matter where you see it, it will feel heavy.

The face that was smiling just now became serious in an instant.

In the middle of the hall was a piece of glass, and just as people were speculating about its purpose, a huge map of China appeared.

"The 918 Incident!"

Suddenly, there were five more big characters on the screen.

They turned into bayonets with handles and slammed them into the golden land of China.

As the blood flowed, the golden areas slowly turned pale.

First in the three northeastern provinces, then in North China, coastal areas and so on.

"One Twenty Eight Incident!"

"The Seventy-Seven Incident!"

"The Battle of August 13 Songhu!"

“……。”

Again and again, again and again, defeated.

A large part of the country has fallen!

Countless civilians were slaughtered!

Shameless traitors and thieves take refuge in the Japanese Bandits!

All this makes the visitors feel angry.

What's even more striking is the red number in the lower right corner of the screen.

For every 1 digit added, a life is lost.

But it has increased by tens of thousands.

Several hundred thousand!

Multimillion!

Ten million!

In the face of such a heavy loss, people can't help but feel deep despair.

But at this moment, there was an extra patch of blood red on the map. Then, several more red dots sprouted around it.

What started out as a few was quickly densely packed.

Someone couldn't help but shout:

"This is an anti-Japanese base area?"

It is indeed an anti-Japanese base area, but in the midst of a miserable whiteness, they seem so insignificant that they seem to be engulfed soon.

Unexpectedly, however, these bases are slowly expanding.

Finally, the devil noticed this change and immediately counterattacked.

A few red dots, soon suffocated in the stormy waves.

The rest did not flinch, and they slowly grew like seeds.

In the course of one battle after another, the red zone is slowly expanding.

It is like a candle flame in the dark, which makes the Chinese people see hope.

At this moment, time stood still.

"December 7, 1941!"

There is an additional burning harbor on the left side of the screen.

The leader of the second regiment said loudly:

"The devils have attacked Pearl Harbor."

"On December 8, 1941, the Citigroup government declared war on the Japanese."

Just after President Roosevelt of Citigroup, the image of President Chiang appeared on the screen.

"On December 9, 1941, the Nationalist Government declared war on the Japanese."

Some of the visitors immediately shouted:

"Is there any mistake, only to declare war at this time!"

"The people of the Beacon Museum are stupid, the capital of the national government has been lost for a few years."

"I don't believe it, how did it get to this extent."

They pulled out their phones with red faces, but quickly fell silent, because the result of the query was the same.

Time is still passing, and it is 1944 in the blink of an eye.

By this time, the anti-fascist campaign had reached the stage of victory.

In the freezing and snowy north, the Soviet Red Army had already seized the initiative on the battlefield, and they began ten assault campaigns.

The Nazi army was losing ground after suffering heavy losses.

In the vast Pacific theater, the combined fleet of the Japanese state has been defeated and is powerless.

These brutes can only hope for the "kamikaze," in a vain attempt to turn the tide of the war with "one man, one plane, and one bomb for one ship."

Although some losses were caused, more of the devil agents were beaten to pieces before they could get close to the target.

Seeing the scene of victory, many people applauded with joy.

But at this moment, something they didn't expect happened.

The devil army in Huaxia once again launched an offensive.

The army in front of him was defeated and retreated, and a white line started from southern Henan and extended downward.

In just a few months, it actually advanced to the territory of western Guangxi, and then killed Guiqian Province.

“……。”

Such a result left everyone speechless.

Such a defeat was especially frustrating in the context of the Allied victory.

Later, in the "Yalta Conference", the Citi government, completely disillusioned with the national army, even did not hesitate to sell China in exchange for Soviet Russia to attack the Japanese state.

The time soon came to 1945, and the anti-Japanese base areas in North China and East China provinces were already about to be connected.

They have launched attacks again and again to drive those murderous devils out of this sacred land.

On August 6, Hiroshima was bombed by an atomic bomb.

On August 9, Nagasaki was bombed by an atomic bomb.

On the same day, the Soviet Red Army, from the east, north, and west, launched an offensive against the Japanese Kwantung Army.

On August 15, the Wa Kingdom announced its surrender.

It was only by this time that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wow!"

The exhibition hall resounded with thunderous applause.

Others shouted loudly:

"We've finally won."