Throughout the night, no one dared to sleep among the soldiers defending Fuling City, the devil was in front of him, when he would attack again, it was only the mood of the devil.

In the middle of the night, the temperature gradually cooled, and the soldiers felt a little cool.

This was obviously not what Kameda wanted to see, and he preferred that the Chinese soldiers would be in the heat of the water.

Immediately, the devil's cannon roared again, and the rising cannonballs flew in the dark night with dazzling firelight.

"Boom!"

The blackness was illuminated, the soldiers were devastated by shells, there was nowhere to run, everywhere there was no way out.

The breath of death roamed the air, the moonlight was stained with blood, and the soldiers looked up at the bright moon in their homeland.

"Captain, Captain~" The voice was poignant.

More than a dozen soldiers surrounded Zhao Hong, who was swept to the ground by the cannonballs, his flesh and blood blurred, and he still had his last breath left to look at the soldiers he led.

Bye! Zhao Hong closed his eyes.

Liao Changsheng didn't have time to grieve, and took the remaining soldiers to clean up the battlefield.

It can't be cleaned up at all, it's all bloody corpses, "Forget it!" Liao Changsheng said helplessly.

It's better to save some effort to kill the devil, the sky has become hazy, and a layer of blood mist is shrouded in the mid-air of Fuling City, which suppresses the entire air very low.

"How's the battle going?" Wu Mingyi came up with all the soldiers of the 42nd Army.

Liao Changsheng didn't answer, and at a glance, the corpses were piled up like a mountain, and the rubble ruins that had been blown up were all stained red with blood.

Within a moment, the devil's last troops rushed up, and even the artillerymen followed with 38 large cover rifles.

Kameda personally threw down the army, and the devil swallowed the mountains and rivers angrily.

"Brothers, carry your knives, the last battle!" Liao Changsheng roared.

The soldiers used a bronze wall built by flesh and blood to meet the devil who rushed up.

Wielding a big knife, invincible, the quietly flowing Wujiang River is filled with suffocating fighting sounds.

Blood splattered everywhere, flying all over the sky, soldiers and devils fought to the death.

The battlefield was full of hideous expressions, struggling to kill another one.

The fight lasted nearly five hours, and the soldiers on both sides were running out.

Wu Mingyi tried to stand up in a pool of blood from the corpse, but the scars on his body made it difficult for him to support it, and Liao Changsheng dragged the stump to help him up.

As far as the eye could see, it was all over, and there were a few Chinese soldiers scattered on the messy battlefield.

Kameda was stabbed several times and fell in a pool of blood, looking at the blue sky that was about to regain its blueness.

Though man is dead, his soul is tormented by endless iniquity.

At this time, Fuling City was like a celestial burial ground, with bloody corpses and ruins set off.

Liao Changsheng ran out of energy and fell to the ground, and Wu Mingyi was the same, tired, really tired.

Fuling City was defended under the bloody battle of the soldiers of the 42nd Army and the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army.

The Wujiang route was also held.

The 3rd Division suffered a devastating blow in this inconspicuous Wuling Mountains, and the remaining remnants of the defeated army were also transferred back.

The black jackal bit the flag of the Republic of China and ran in the messy avenue, and the battle flag stained red by the blood of the soldiers fluttered in the wind.

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In 1945, the Japanese army was defeated and surrendered unconditionally, and China won the war against imperialism.

On the edge of the Wujiang River stands a martyr's tomb, where the soldiers who died in battle are buried.

There is a small wooden house next to the tomb, and there is a village doctor living in it, and Su Cuiliu has been waiting here for the rest of her life.

Waiting by Liao Changsheng's side.

Several important towns on the edge of the Wujiang River have calmed down, and the common people have returned to their homeland to live.

There was a loud sound of reading in the city, and Wu Ting was teaching the children to read.

"If the youth is strong, China is strong~" spread all over the land of China.

International reporters came to visit the martyrs' tombs of the Wujiang Campaign, and looked at the traces left behind, and were deeply touched.

Xie Chenggong is also about fifteen years old this year, and came to the martyr's tomb to pay respects to his father, Uncle Changsheng and all the soldiers.

"Young man, do you have any thoughts on this war?" The international correspondent asked.

"I hate war, war is the devil!"

"What is your heart's desire?"

Xie Chenggong replied righteously: "My wish is world peace!" ”

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Note to readers:

Dear readers, "Blood Stained Wujiang" is over, which may be a bit sloppy, but I hope you can understand.

When "Bloodstained Wujiang" was released, there were only 2 orders per book, and someone advised me to cut it at that time, I really thought so.

But then I decided that I must finish writing my thoughts, even if I can't write 2 million words, I must be worthy of myself and my book friends who support me.

At my insistence, the average order finally rose to 3, and the high order rose to 6, and I was very moved.

Especially when a reader comments to encourage me below, it's an amazing feeling.

The readers of the starting point and the book city gave me the courage to write down, more than 500,000 words are very few, and I also send it to you on behalf of a little heart, thank you for your support.

The whole book was written today, with a total subscription of less than 600, and if you don't add full attendance, the manuscript fee for this book is less than 30 yuan, so I hope you can understand my unspeakable secrets.

"Bloodstained Wujiang" has been updated for four months, and I am going to say goodbye to everyone.

Thank you again!

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The village chief is still the same village chief, and our story doesn't end there.

The new book "Breaking the Game" is under review, and I hope you will continue to support it.

This is a book of reasoning spy wars, let's burn your brains together! [.]