Guanyin Pavilion, December 19, 1937, 7:10 a.m.

I can already see the team coming in a row, and I can't see the end at a glance.

Goofy forgot that this was the first time he had raised his binoculars, and he suddenly realized that his mood was so nervous, which he had never been in since coming to this era.

On his shoulders, he resisted the lives of nearly 60,000 compatriots!

"Ready!" Goofy raised his hand.

"Ready!" One order after another was delivered.

The familiar branch was officially handed over from behind, and Gao Fei glanced back, it was Xie Yi.

Gao Fei took it over, and his eyes met with Xie Yi, and the two didn't say anything, and quickly entered their combat posts.

Zhong Cheng raised it flat, and Gao Fei pulled the bolt of the gun, his hand still so steady.

It's a pity that his thunderbolt is out of bullets, Goofy thought to himself. But this is nothing, with the formal, can be effective in killing the enemy!

The brethren all pulled the bolt of their guns, unscrewed the caps of the grenades, and everyone waited for the final order:

Goofy's first gunshot!

Goofy doesn't remember the first time this was the first time he had seen the head of an officer under his gun. You must not miss this time, this is Goofy's only order to himself!

Getting closer, Goofy adjusted his breathing, and then his fingers snapped steadily and calmly!

At 7:12 a.m. on December 19, 1937, Gao Fei, known as the "Chinese Grim Reaper", once again added the meritorious service of a second lieutenant to his war merit book!

It was on this day that the battle of the rescue of Guanyin Pavilion officially began!

With the first gunshot of Gao Fei, the entire Guanyin Pavilion instantly burst into gunfire!

One by one, the soldiers fell head-on in response to the gunfire, and at this moment, an earth-shattering cry suddenly erupted in the ranks of the refugees:

"Run!"

Run! That's the order!

The refugee team was in chaos, and they had already known about this rescue, and they suddenly fell into madness!

"Lock the bollard! Do it! ”

Lao Hei screamed, struggling to break free from the rope that he had already managed to loosen along the way, and then roared and knocked down the Yue Jun beside him.

Lao Hei's hands were like iron tongs that stuck the Yue Jun under his body, and he used almost all his strength until the Yue Jun under his body stopped moving!

Grabbing the gun beside him, he pulled out the bayonet on Yue Jun's body and turned over, cut the rope on his companion's hand with a bayonet, and shouted: "If you want to live, fight with the Orientals!" ”

In a blink of an eye, he saw that the lock pillar was fighting with a Yue army, and the lock pillar with little strength was pressed under him, Lao Hei rushed up and smashed the butt of the gun on the back of the head of the Yue army, and the blood plasma burst suddenly.

"Lock the pillars, take the weapon, fight!"

All the people are desperate, all the people are fighting with the army, no matter whether the soldiers are or the civilians!

Gunshots and explosions rang out all around, and the refugees rushed and screamed. Everything is to live!

Wang Yucheng roared wildly, swung out with a crutch, knocked down a soldier, then picked up the crutch, smashed down with a crutch and a crutch, and finally couldn't support it anymore, and fell to the side of the corpse of the army.

He gasped for breath, and in this moment he no longer felt like a wreck; At this moment, he seemed to be back in the bloody battlefield!

Here, too, is a battlefield!

Kanda Zhengzhong looked at the chaos in front of him dumbfounded, no matter what, he couldn't imagine that the Chinese finally did it!

Once these people escaped, Kanda Masa knew what a terrible consequence it would be, and he drew his command knife and roared with all his might:

"Shoot!"

The evil guns of the Yue army rang out, and the Chinese who were fighting there fell in pieces, and the land of Guanyin Pavilion was instantly stained red with blood.

But this can't stop these Chinese's will to survive!

Stay alive! Stay alive!

All the people have fallen into madness, and all of them are fighting to the death with the Yue army. A group of Chinese who rushed up collapsed in a pool of blood, but soon another group rushed up.

Sacrifice yourself and forget about death, and go forward and succeed!

"Xuezhong, Xuezhong!" Song Xueming shouted loudly, and his younger brother Song Xuezhong, who was captured with him, quickly ran over in the rain of bullets.

"How's it going?" Song Xueming, who was hiding behind a rock, asked with some horror.

"Brother, the Orientals have shot, and many of us are dead!" Song Xuezhong, who was holding a dagger in his hand that he had found out of nowhere, gasped and said.

"The Oriental people have shot, the Oriental people have shot" Song Xueming's face was full of fear, the courage he mustered up to survive at the beginning disappeared without a trace in an instant, and he now even regrets why he didn't tell the Oriental people in exchange for his own life.

"What about General Gao? What about General Gao? Song Xueming suddenly asked.

Song Xuezhong pointed in the direction of Guanyin Pavilion: "Right there, just now our people in Guanyin Pavilion organized a charge and wanted to join us, but they were beaten back by the Orientals!" ”

"General Gao is not good anymore, and General Gao is not good either." Song Xueming muttered, and suddenly said: "Song Xuezhong, surrender, quickly, protect me and surrender to the Orientals!" ”

"Brother!" Song Xuezhong shouted loudly: "You are the commander here, you can't surrender, you can't surrender!" Tens of thousands, tens of thousands! ”

"Fart!" Song Xueming roared angrily: "I can't manage tens of thousands of people, I have to protect myself first!" Xuezhong, we are brothers, let's go, follow me to surrender to the Orientals. ”

As soon as Song Xueming turned around, he was about to stand up, when he suddenly felt a cold vest, he stumbled, turned his head in disbelief, and saw his younger brother holding a blood-dripping dagger in his hand and looking at him in a daze.

"Xuezhong, we, we are brothers," Song Xueming fell to the ground and said in a painful and weak voice.

"Brother!" Song Xuezhong fell to the ground with a "plop", and cried bitterly: "We are brothers, but I can't watch you embarrass the old Song family, and I can't watch you ruin our reputation as a soldier!" Brother, I'm sorry for you, I'll help you kill the Orientals, I'll fight the Orientals! ”

Song Xueming couldn't hear it anymore.

Song Xueming, a major of the 36th Division of the National Revolutionary Army, fought bravely with the Yue Army in the breakthrough of Guanyin Pavilion and died at the age of 38, posthumously promoted to lieutenant colonel.

This is a record in the history of the National Revolutionary Army.

If it weren't for Song Xuezhong's dagger, Song Xueming's personal career would have been rewritten, and he would have become a shameful traitor.

But it is precisely because of Song Xuezhong's dagger that Song Xueming has changed from a traitor to a "hero"!

Song Xuezhong staggered to his feet, his face like white paper.

After a while, he suddenly exclaimed with all his might:

"Brothers, fight with the Orientals!"