Ma Lan pointed to everything in front of him and said softly: "Brother Liu, please tell me what you have seen." ”

What do you see?

A construction site in full swing, half of the machines dismantled, and sweaty work, what else can there be?

Liu Yuanliang opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, suddenly a terrible air defense siren sounded in the sky, and the sun flags were painted on the two fuselages, and the Type 93 heavy bombers produced by Mitsubishi Heavy Industries appeared in the sky of Shanghai with a swagger.

Looking at the two bombshells dropped from the bomber, drawing two arcs with strong oppressive force in the air, and smashing down to the top of his head with a piercing roar, Liu Yuanliang's pupils shrank into the most dangerous pinhead in an instant, he hugged Ma Lan with his backhand, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Be careful!" ”

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two bombshells smashed this hard land, and at this time, the sky collapsed, and the whole earth trembled violently, and people who were still running around trying to find a safe place to take refuge only felt that their feet shook fiercely, and they were involuntarily thrown to the ground. Those who reacted flexibly, who had already fallen on the ground, and covered their heads with their hands, felt as if they had been punched head-on in their chests and held by their arms, and their heads were more like a wooden stick as thick as an egg smashed, and hundreds of golden stars flying everywhere suddenly exploded in front of them.

In the terrifying shock of suffocation, two clouds of gunpowder smoke rose into the sky, straight to a height of thirty or forty meters, and then with a series of flying debris, rolling and sighing in the air. At the same time, tens of thousands of shrapnel of various sizes, with terrifying heat, mixed with reinforced concrete that had been torn into countless pieces, carried out an indiscriminate covering attack within a radius of 50 meters in the form of radiation.

In this kind of factory, which was not on the front line of the war but was still being bombed, there was chaos everywhere, the moans of workers everywhere, and the heavy smell of gunpowder and blood wafted through the air.

Liu Yuanliang looked at his hands blankly, he wanted to hug Ma Lan tightly, and then use his body to provide a safe refuge for Ma Lan, but he didn't get anything. At the first moment, Ma Lan rushed out, hugged a little girl who was only eleven or twelve years old, and protected her under his body. When the two bombers swaggered and disappeared into the sky, because of the violent impulse that pulled the wounds on their bodies, Ma Lan, who was already sweating on his forehead, could still show a comforting smile to the little girl in his arms.

After a period of panic, four bloody corpses were carried by the workers to a relatively spacious place, and fifteen minutes later, another team of workers with tears in the corners of their eyes dug up a body from the ruins of a worker whose whole body had been pierced by at least seventeen or eighteen steel bars, and the blood soaked the land under their feet.

The parts of the machine that had been dismantled escaped the bombardment, and they stood there silently, witnessing this darkest and most humiliating but also most glorious moment in China! Their bodies were already splattered with the blood of the workers, and they were sprinkled with dust that had finally fallen from the air.

The workers wiped away the tears from their faces, grabbed the tools they had lost all over the ground again, and the loud, loud and sad trumpets began to sound again in the factory, which was constantly being bombarded, but was still in full swing. The crowd that had been cut off by the bombing began to flow again in the main arteries that constantly carried the blood of the industry.

Liu Yuanliang stared blankly at everything that was too incredible, and looked blankly at the workers who exuded fire in their eyes, at this time, he suddenly understood Ma Lan, and understood what Ma Lan wanted him to understand here.

These workers are ...... Fight!

Yes, they are fighting in their own way, with their own weapons!

The sticks, the ropes, the hoes, the shovels, were their weapons; Their loud slogans, their tears and sweat, and the blood they shed on this battlefield of their own are the most regretless war songs they have sung!

In modern warfare, we are fighting industry, science and technology, economy, armament of the army, and logistical supply!

These workers risked their lives to work non-stop at the risk of bombs dropped by their own bombers. What they dismantled and continuously transported to China's rear was, of course, an inanimate machine, but what they saved with their own hands and lives was the last blood and hope of the sleeping Chinese dragon of our motherland!

"They work 10 to 12 hours, they often have to work overtime, and they get paid very little each month, and they've done enough and done enough for this factory, for this city, as you told me."

Ma Lan Huoran turned her head, she stared at the thoughtful Liu Jianliang Shen, and her voice suddenly shouted: "But now, they still have to stick to their posts and fight to the death with their own weapons and methods?" If you ask them what they need most right now, they will tell you that what they need is not double their salary, not compensation for the injury or death of their loved ones, what they need most is ...... Victory! They hope that one day, we, the soldiers with weapons in our hands, will be able to use these machines they rescued and the weapons they have made to drive the invading enemy out of our land, and return the world to a bright world and a bright sky! ”

"We can lose, we can retreat, but we must not lose! If we lose, what we lose is our entire nation, and what we lose is all the dignity of us as a person and as a Chinese! ”

"We have endured the army for ten years, a full ten years! They have continued to swallow up our land, they have enslaved our people, they have occupied more than three times the size of the whole country, and yet they continue to make all kinds of provocative actions before us. By now, I think any Chinese should clearly understand that what they want is not to divide China's land, but to completely occupy our country! ”

Speaking of this, Ma Lan slowly raised her head, she stared at the sky above her head, this sky still looked blue, and the white clouds above their heads were still pure and elegant, but they, the [***] people, the true masters of this heaven and earth, could only let the enemy show off their might on it!

"Brother Liu, do you know, just a few months ago, when the Yue army attacked the Lugou Bridge, the supreme commander who was responsible for guarding the Lugou Bridge finally received the order of the superior to 'defend on the spot and fight back with all his might', he was an upright seven-foot man, a hot-blooded hero who sniped the Yue army on the Xifeng Pass, and once cut off the heads of six soldiers with a big knife, and he actually cried at that moment! He cried so much that he cried so much that he frightened the heralds around him! ”

Ma Lan Huoran turned her head, and at this time her voice was hoarse, "Brother Liu, do you know why he is crying?" ”

Facing Ma Lan's inquiry, Liu Yuanliang slowly shook his head, he was not a soldier, so he didn't understand.

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