In many famous battles, some revolutionary martyrs are celebrated, but some non-famous battles are forgotten, most of which took place in small villages and no one knows about them.

It is a group of people who also have the same patriotic aspirations as the famous revolutionary martyrs, and they have the same great idea of disregarding their own lives and sacrificing their small family for everyone. Only by fighting to the death against the enemy was able to win the overall victory against Japan.

The reason why big victories and small battles are the key.

This novel is mainly a spiritual story about an unknown anti-Japanese battle.

He was so invincible that it seemed that everyone had no way to take him, and both the Kuomintang and the Communist Party rushed to invite him to join the army, but he refused, saying that he just wanted to be a peasant who fought devils.

As long as they hear his name, they are all terrifying, the devil has tried all his tricks, but he can't subdue his fighting spirit, and in the face of such a hard bone, the devil has to use biochemical poison attacks on him.

He fell, but he stood up again, facing the wind, facing the sun, holding a machete in his hand, and killing the dust with the wind.

His relationship with her is very sensational, one is cold and the other is hot, just complementary, but it is difficult to blend between ice and fire.

Countless times of separation and merger, it is very painful, others are blushing, but they are indifferent, anyway, what should come will come, and it is inconvenient to stay.

He measured the earth with his footsteps, he broke down his steps with hatred, and he was going to catch the dusty locomotive before sunset, where he was going to fight the devil to the death.

He was on crutches, and suddenly he was furious, as if the heavens and the earth were shaken, and he came, yes, it was the one who used to be looked down upon by anyone.

The years are always changing silently, changing the quiet village and changing the ordinary life; They are all looking for the restless world, the tranquility hidden in the bottom of their hearts.

If it weren't for the birds in the jungle that woke up the sleeping people, perhaps the whole village would have been slaughtered, but fortunately, there were them, a group of hot-blooded young people who were desperate for their lives.

A few gangsters and hooligans who were once not optimistic about anyone are now taking on the morality of saving the country and the people, and they really respond to that sentence.

It's not too early, everyone should disperse, and in the face of a group of troubled youths, the parents said that they broke their brains and failed to find a good way out for them.

He held the broken string and looked at his parents lying in a pool of blood, he gritted his teeth, cold, nothing could make him hate so desperately.

Dragging a crippled leg, crawling through the trenches of war, he used his body to block the enemy's attacks again and again, to live is to die, and to die is to be valuable.

The toxins swam in his body, and he held his breath and concentrated on them, leaving them in a corner of his body to nourish those who were prepared for problems, and wanted to treat them in the same way as others.

Tears kept flowing on his face, he didn't admit that he was crying, he didn't want to admit that he was crying, because he already felt that his tears had dried up, and if he cried bravely, it would be a towel.

He crossed his legs and blocked the way of the enemy, and the enemy did not even look at him, he drew a steel knife and slashed at his leg, and he drew his leg and folded the knife with lightning speed, which was dazzling, eye-opening, and impressive.

Occasionally, a small victory will also make the simple villagers happy all day, he looked at the smiles on the faces of the villagers, drunk, really drunk and drunk.

She put her arms around his waist and walked on the hill filled with beacon fire, she was more like a man, he was more like a woman, between heroic and shy, in the season of wild flowers, decorating the whole savage mountain.

How broad his arms are, people are always narrowly suspicious, people must have love in their hearts, ambitions in their hearts, and those who are big right and wrong will eventually be kind to people who yearn for great love.

He was alone, deep into the tiger's den, in order to find out first-hand information, he would rather go to great lengths, and he would not hesitate to break his bones, in the face of affection, he always seemed extraordinarily awe-inspiring.

Some people will say, why is he so hard, he has worked hard for half his life without fame and fortune, and he will always smile and put those things outside his body behind.

The flowers on Snow Lotus Island are blooming, and he is holding the blood refining knife and practicing martial arts, not for anything else, just for that persistent and unrepentant ideal, blooming at the age of boiling blood.

What is there after love, or what is left after not loving, he is always so desireless and indifferent, but it makes people crazy with fascination.

There has never been a person who has made her love so deep and so true, she really thinks so, thinking that she will never fall in love with someone, but since she met him, she has fallen into a deep and uncontrollable whole.

There is always a person living in her eyes, that person is a lover, that person never takes the initiative to approach, but he himself is crazy like a moth throwing fire, this kind of love is suffocating and exciting.

He never blinks when he kills, he never uses weapons to kill, as long as it is in the space that belongs to him, as long as it is contrary to justice, he will always kill evil invisibly.

A few inconspicuous brothers and sisters finally became the elite of the death squad, they dedicated their youth and blood, and even their lives to defend their home and country, and to defend the rivers and mountains.

He was captured by the enemy, not passively, but actively, which is jaw-dropping, and it is incomprehensible to hear that he has another reason, although it is puzzling, but it is full of anticipation, and both sides are watching a good show of resurrection.

If you want to turn passive into active, blindly defending is not a way, but if you want to turn defense into offense, the mountain in front of you is difficult to conquer, since you have decided, then do it! Use your body as a cannon hole to attack the heart of your enemy.

The collapsed burial, like the dust of history, buried the bitterness in the years and turned it into a bit ~ A confession of crying without tears, although the eyes are empty, the content is very rich.

Those unforgettable intoxicating past, always cleared at dawn, gathered the heroic spirit of all directions, set off again, shouted a trumpet, sang a mountain song, and echoed the heroic spirit in the valley.

Those incomprehensible tricks are as confused as seeing flowers in the fog, although they can deceive people's hearts, but they cannot confuse the judgment of a strong-willed person, who sees the tricks and beats the enemy to the ground.

The spear that dances the wind, summons the wind to the cause, combines nature with the tricks in the mind, attacks its heart and destroys its body, and solves thousands of troubles in seconds.

The most painful thing in life is to lose, but there are many things in life that have to be lost, and at the last moment, you can only say goodbye to the most precious so-called with tears.

In countless dreams, he dreamed of meeting the famous generals of the ancients, who would always give him guidance and teach him how to arrange his troops, and it seemed that in one night, he was promoted from a soldier to a general.

In the past, it was personal heroism, but now he has to pay attention to teamwork, and put personal heroism on the edge of the spear, which makes people frightened and creepy, and if he dares to understand, he will be unforgettable.

If it wasn't for that meeting, how could they have fought side by side together, and if it wasn't for that meeting, how could they become friends, all thanks to her appearance.

For him, she is like an elf, always helping her to take off at critical moments, but when the turmoil subsides, she becomes tricky again, making people dare not approach easily, by the way, she is like a rose with thorns.

He really wanted to call her dear, but he couldn't open his mouth, and even changed his words after opening his mouth, whenever she was here, she would always look at it in her eyes, know it in her heart, put it on his shoulder and smile and said~ Who is a woman between the two of us? It's always going to make a bunch of people laugh.

He is an idiot in life, but he is a ghost in the war, and only under her cover can he achieve his wisdom in a lifetime, how much love is sinking, how much love is involuntarily in the flames of war.

If you understand, whenever I stay away from you, but I miss you the most, if I understand, whenever I am unfamiliar with you, but I care about you the most, between close and far away, passive and active, love is quietly budding.

When he has nothing to do, he will always call a few brothers for a drink, every time he is drunk, every time he is drunk, he is more sober, every time he is sober, there will always be a flash of inspiration, there will always be a soul possessed.

He lay on a single frame, not knowing where his place was, and thought that his fate would go with the wind, and disappear into the wilderness, but he could not nourish the earth, like a lonely patient, helplessly laying his soul on the road of sorrow.

Why is there always so much endless entanglement, when someone is complaining, but someone is walking on the road through obstacles, victory is seen in the gap between the white horses.

There are still a lot of things to do, there are still a lot of things to say, how it seems that you want to say goodbye forever, but the ripples that can't be stirred up are throbbing in your heart, so take advantage of the fact that you haven't closed your eyes yet, and make a long-term confession.

Fate is always changed in an instant, miracles always appear in times of despair, and he miraculously comes back to life, with some microorganisms cultivated in his body, and he wants to train them to become a part of his body.

His tricks have become very weird, people can't understand it, it's daunting, everyone wants to kill him, but everyone is afraid of meeting him, who is the master of fate, those who died under his hands, all sighed before dying~ Who gave him magical energy?

When the sunset floats, you will always hear the sound of the piano in the hollow valley and the orchid, the broken string, although it can no longer play the original timbre, but it is more tense and fascinating, as if the story is told between the notes.

There is a possibility, that is, to wait for him to die naturally, and then attack and slaughter the entire Chinese nation, but who would have expected that a magical him fell, and countless magical warriors grew savagely on the land of China.

War is a battle of wits and courage, winning or losing is all on the side of morality, not about the will of heaven, not about sighing, who is in charge of fate, all by calm mind and fearless dedication.

is just a mixture of threes and twos, there will always be a day when you can make a difference, and you will always meet somewhere, just like justice meets evil, it is not only a fate, but also a pair of enemies.

The pain of breaking the muscles and bones, and burying the fate with it, the peerless Tianjiao of Fanghua is always in the darkness destined by God to be beyond the reach of the world, there is a world of difference between forgiveness and pity, but there are thousands of emotional fluctuations.

Hearing the wind, the two arrows were fired together, winning by surprise, and returning triumphantly; A contest with no disparity, always effortless in the blink of an eye, crazy to the point of paralysis.

For the clan led by him, nothing is a desperate situation, even if it is heaven and earth, it is necessary to obtain the head of the enemy, this is not an order, but a faith, dignity above all else, sacred and inviolable.

War has a beginning and an end, it doesn't matter how it ends, what is more important is that the process must be exciting, and killing the enemy must also be fancy, this is his pursuit, the law of the killer, as long as you close your eyes to understand.

Sigh, shield ground, this is their helplessness, even if they grit their teeth, they can't do anything with him, never exaggerated, but it leads the enemy army to make a big move.

In order to get a hair of his hair, he did not hesitate to use a division, and he lay in a hammock in the jungle, quietly falling asleep, and when people approached him, he saw the corners of his mouth raised, and he died of fright.

It was still the time of running horses, it was still in the most painful abyss, if you don't understand, if you don't understand, don't open your mouth and ask again, the bloody scene that follows will explain everything.

It is the road paved with blood, it is the survival that is exchanged for corpses, it is the light that is won by the soul, and it is the happy environment created by the pain of flesh and skin.

Between death and life, there must be a choice, under his leadership, the whole village has undoubtedly chosen to give, only more dedication, more comfort.

The sea and the sky are wide, the birds fly and the fish swim, the weak eat the strong, and the battle is endless; Everyone has their own space and territory, since a new life form has come into this world; Having said that, I had to adapt to those deceitful ways of survival.

He couldn't help but pick up a handful of loess, that was his most familiar memory, he could forget everything, but he couldn't forget his origin, his parents' words would always inspire him~ Don't forget your roots, don't bully and can't bully.

So he lost his official position and returned to his roots, returned to the environment he was most familiar with, and cleared up the world.

Adjacent to the end of the world

It's not wrong to be in a safe corner

Who covets the tomb?

The wolf's ambitions are all in the ground

Don't say much to each other

Indulge in a glance and pass by

Open the door and open the slit

Seeing the mountains is my pleasure