Wen Hao thought to himself that the Japanese artillery fire would charge back, as if it was similar to the TV he had watched before.

Sure enough, it was not to Wen Hao's surprise, the artillery fire had just stopped, and a group of locust-like Japanese troops rushed towards the position on Baoshan Road.

"Boy, I don't know if your marksmanship is good, do you want us to compare." Although Company Commander Zhang heard Wen Hao killing in front of him, he still didn't believe it and wanted to see Wen Hao's marksmanship with his own eyes.

Wen Hao raised the Hanyang-made rifle and aimed at the Japanese soldiers on the other side, thinking that he hadn't played with this old gun yet, and he didn't know how the performance was?

"I play a lot with pistols, I haven't touched a rifle, and I'm definitely not as good as Company Commander Zhang, a battlefield veteran like you." Wen Hao said modestly to Company Commander Zhang.

"Ah, you kid, how did you become so modest at this time, not as big as the cowhide just now." Company Commander Zhang saw that Wen Hao's tone was not as big as just now.

"Do you think I look like a braggart? I am a practical person, i.e. not humble and not proud. You are different," Wen Hao said to Company Commander Zhang with disdain.

At this time, the Japanese army rushed only more than 100 meters away from the position, and Company Commander Zhang asked the soldiers to prepare for battle, he put the shotgun beside him, and also took a Hanyang-made rifle in his hand, pulled the bolt, and loaded the bullet.

Wen Hao also flattened the gun in his hand, pulled the bolt, loaded the bullet, and aimed the sight at a Japanese soldier, originally wanted to shoot the head, but thinking about it, he was not too familiar with the performance of this gun, so it was more certain to hit the chest.

"Shooting" Company Commander Zhang reversed his usual indecent appearance and issued an order to everyone.

Suddenly the gunshots rang out, countless bullets shot at the Japanese army, Wen Hao pulled the trigger, and the bullets were discharged, but the recoil of this old-fashioned rifle was a little large, Wen Hao was a little uncomfortable, and his shoulder shook, and the bullet came against the shoulder of the Japanese soldier.

"Damn" Wen Hao couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, and Company Commander Zhang looked at him on the side. knew that Wen Hao didn't hit.

"Heh, it looks like you kid can only play with pistols, you can't do this kind of long guy. Boy, you're still tender. Company Commander Zhang looked gloating.

"You, company commander, you're happy if I can't hit. I doubt that your position is on that side, do you wish I couldn't hit the devil, and you will be happy. Wen Hao looked at him and said.

Zhang Chang was stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly said, "My position is on that side, of course, on the side of China's own people." You didn't see me shoot two devils. ”

"Then what are you gloating about if I can't hit me? Isn't it happy for the Japanese. Wen Hao said nonsense with him.

"That. That, that" Company Commander Zhang didn't know what to say when he heard it, he turned out to be a joke Wen Hao's marksmanship was not good, and when it came to Wen Hao's mouth, he hoped that Wen Hao would not hit the devil and be happy for the Japanese.

Those soldiers on the side saw their company commander eating and secretly stealing fun, thinking that this Wen Hao was still a little sharp-tongued.

Wen Hao adjusted his mentality, pulled the bolt of the gun, stabilized his body, and took a deep breath.

This time the gun rang out, and a Japanese soldier fell. The chest blossomed, and now Zi Wenhao successfully hit the target.

Wen Tianbian, a student lying on his stomach, the volunteer soldier's "good marksmanship", saw it and couldn't help shouting loudly.

At this time, Wen Hao thought to himself that after all, it was an old-fashioned rifle, and it was not as easy to hold as the current weapon, although it hit the target, it was not as easy and easy as before.

But after all, Wen Hao has been playing with guns for many years, and he still has some experience, and after firing a few shots, he quickly mastered some of the properties of Hanyang's guns.

After firing four or five shots in a row, almost all of them hit the target, which surprised everyone present.

"Boy, have you ever played with this rifle before?" Company Commander Zhang asked in surprise.

"I haven't played with this gun." Wen Hao said.

"You're a shooting genius, and you just touched this kind of gun, and you played so well. Let us veterans be ashamed. A soldier of the 19th Route Army on the side said.

"He's not a man, he's just a demon." Company Commander Zhang said Wen Hao while shooting.

"Hey, what a Japanese devil, just retreat. Why is it so unbeaten. Wen Hao saw the ghost and rushed back for a moment.

"The little devil is under a tentative attack, and it is estimated that he will bombard again. Then a powerful offensive will be launched. Company Commander Zhang said with a serious expression.

"Can Wen Hao sing the song that the Great Wall will never fall again, if I can listen to this song, it is worth dying on the battlefield." A student volunteer couldn't help but say to Wen Hao on the side.

"That's right, rush out of the bloody road, wave your hand, here are all soldiers in the country. I just love the lyrics. Little Japan dares to have ambitions for China. Sooner or later, one day the first Chinese will turn into heroic fighters to resist, sing again, not a few more times, that is, listen to it a hundred times, a thousand times and never get tired of listening to it. Company Commander Zhang patted Wen Hao's shoulder vigorously and said.

Wen Hao looked at these enthusiastic warriors and thought to himself that although he was also a materialist, sometimes he had to say that the power of the spirit was still very strong at some point.

Wen Hao couldn't have imagined that a song would make these soldiers burst out with such a strong will to fight.

Maybe some of them will die on the battlefield, but at least they died for their country and their family.

Wen Hao not only sang this song of the Great Wall several times, but also taught them to sing it sentence by sentence, so that they could learn to sing this song.

This made these soldiers very excited, and they learned attentively one by one, that is, the soldiers who observed the Japanese positions were always listening to Wen Hao teach them to sing.

Soon a loud song sounded on the battlefield, spreading throughout the battlefield, and even the Japanese troops on the opposite side couldn't help but listen.

"Speak up, shout, shout, here are all soldiers in the country, and bandits have always invaded, and they will eventually die." Whether it was the soldiers of the 19th Route Army or the student volunteers, they all shouted with all their might, and regarded the battlefield as their stage.

"Don't sing too hard, don't wait for the devil to come up, you don't have the strength to fight the devil." Wen Hao said with a smile when he saw their appearance.

"Don't worry, sing this song, when the devil dares to come up, we will have more strength to fight the devil, this song is stronger than anything to eat, let these robbers dare to invade China, they will all die." A fighter said excitedly.

"It's the best song I've ever heard, I love it so much, as long as I go back, I'll sing it every day." A warrior said with an excited smile.

"It's so well written, why does China call people the sick man of East Asia, it's good to ask me how my country is sick, China will definitely rise, and it will no longer be called the sick man of East Asia." A student volunteer said as he lowered his head and jotted down the lyrics in his notebook.

"The Great Wall will never fall, the Yellow River is surging for thousands of miles, the rivers and mountains are beautiful, the mountains and rivers are stacked, and the great rivers and mountains of our motherland are not able to be occupied by little devils, and we will definitely recover the land we have lost and drive the Japanese devils out of China." Another student volunteer thought of the three northeastern provinces that had just been lost, and looked at the Japanese army on the opposite side with hatred. (To be continued.) )