If it weren't for Yang Bangzi's disappearing sixth sense special function, and it appeared at a critical moment, the old five sons would have been shattered into pieces by the cannonballs that exploded on the earthen wall, which is not bad, the people in the courtyard were all sitting and half leaning against the wall just now, except for the gray ones who were made to be dusty, they didn't suffer any losses.

The shelling, which lasted for more than 20 minutes, shook up the dust and fell several centimeters thick, and the choking people could not breathe, and the sky was already gloomy, and it looked like it was at dusk.

Before the shelling was completely over, Yang Bangzi heard the sound of gunfire from the front defense line, curled up, and jumped to the threshold after a few steps against the root of the wall. In the dust and mist, the black pressure on the ground devils pressed up!

Yang Bangzi said that the devil is crazy! That's not how you play crowd tactics! The soldiers came in rows, in formations, with bayonets in hand, stepping forward and holding their chests up! Aren't you bullying? Is there less bullying Lao Tzu than you or is bullying Lao Tzu inaccurate?

"Blow the trumpet!" Yang's broom eyebrows are upside down! The original trumpeter died in the devil's third attack, and the trumpet was not taken away by the devil, and now it is temporarily kept by Xiaoliangzi, who learned from the trumpeter when he was in the headquarters, and he didn't blow it well, at least he was still in that tune.

As soon as the bugle sounded, the shelling was over, and in the smoke and dust of gunpowder, figures stood up from the ruins and rubble, staggered into their positions, and the machine guns rang out, and the rifles rang out in the crackles. Boom, boom, boom. Grenades made in the border area also went off.

In the sound of the devil's Type 92 heavy machine gun and the crooked handle machine gun. The Czech-style clatter sound seemed a little thin, and through the smoke and dust, Yang Stick looked at the rows of devils who were getting closer and closer, and the palms of his hands carrying the shell guns were sweating.

The devil is indeed a little crazy, the front of a hundred meters wide, advancing on the whole line, hundreds of people are lined up every other meter, and the distance between the front and rear rows is less than ten meters. After assembling from the wall, they walked in rows and sang military songs, starting from facing the first bullet that flew back, from walking to trotting, from trotting to charging with all their might!

If they are not the invaders who invade our China, if they are not the beasts that wantonly poison our Chinese, if they are not the alien race who want to destroy our China and destroy our China, I admire the spirit of seeing death as if they were home.

In the history and culture of the little devils, death is very different from our China, and our ancestors regarded death as a mirror that reflects the value of another side of life. In the face of death, it is the best way to illuminate a person's heart and nature. For the living, Chinese culture sees it as not the end, but a new beginning.

The Yamato nation in Japan regards death as half of a complete life, and the process of living is for the death that Zuihou has to face, or to be judged, or to be punished, or to be mythical, or to be beautified, in short, whether it is a prince or a common man, death is regarded as a very beautiful thing.

However, there is also a very fundamental similarity between China and Japan's perception of death, that is, weishenme death? How do you make death valuable? This is called death deservedly, that is to say, death is not terrible, we Chinese think that death is to die earth-shattering ghosts and gods, Wen Tianxiang's poems are the most representative - life since ancient times who has not died, leaving Dan heart to sweat and green.

And the Japanese have always admired the military god of the Warring States period, Uesugi Kenshin has left a death song "A sleep in forty-nine years, a glass of wine in one period; Life does not know death and does not know, the years are just like in a dream, "see not, people think that life is a dream, after death is a kind of relief, the husband Rong Ma life, can leave a prestige in the future generations to live in vain."

And the group of soldiers from the Suzuki detachment who were replenished from the country happened to be in the same place as the military god Uesugi Kenshin, the people of the Echigo region of Japan, their military song is the death song of the military god, and the cannons are rumbling, and the poignant singing is just like falling cherry blossoms to the ground, with such a tragic force.

The little devils came to Duan Mourning to cheer for their mourning, our Eighth Road is not a fuel-efficient lamp, Yang Bangzi just wanted to tune Duan Pogong's voice, and a small song like a tightrope in the courtyard behind him went straight to the sky!

"The blue line of the blue line, the color of the blue grid Yingying, gave birth to an orchid flower, and he really loves the dead."

Turning his head, the big man stood with his waist crossed and his face red and his neck thick! This kid is a man from northern Shaanxi, and this orchid tune is cooked when the sheep are cut and wheated!

Ooh! There are a lot of old people in northern Shaanxi in this team! Listen, there are still people who pick up the big ones!

"If you want to die, you will die early, and I will go after you die. With the mutton in my hand and the cake in my arms, I ran to my brother's house with my life. I saw that my lover brother had endless words, and the two of us lived and died together. ”

"Oops! The two of us are together for a long time! "And the chorus! Boy! This is the song that the gentlemen sing, and it sounds like drinking a bowl of hot throat and hot burning knives on a cold day!

Hebei and Shanxi don't show weakness, you sing blue flowers, we have Mu Guiying in charge! "The drums of war are beating and urging people's souls to be disciplined by the army, and the twenty-four generals will stand in shifts and stand ??????"

This is lively, listening to the sparseness of the gunshots, it is less than the devil people, but this orchid flower roars in Hebei Bangzi, just like ten drums and eight gongs, roaring is an earth-shattering sound! One guy suppressed the devil's singing!

Fighting songs, firing guns, throwing grenades, the little devil also climbed over the wall and crossed the courtyard, and the strength was taken out, which is to say that he saw a box of property just now and his eyes were red, and he sacrificed his life to go to the front line, and when he was in the rain of bullets, who the hell still wants that dollar bill!

People are such objects, usually fierce seven disobey eight are not angry, not necessarily a real man, if you don't see blood, you will urinate, wilt, you can't beat a stuffy fart with three sticks, and it's not necessarily a good thing to go to the battlefield!

Most of these little devils are pulling artillery trucks to transport supplies, and they don't have much real knives and guns on weekdays, and they have done a lot of effort, and they haven't been in a few battles, but they smell blood, and they are baked by the smell of gunpowder and gunpowder, and they don't think about anything one by one, and they go on with their heads stuffy and bullets!

The front one lay down, the back one was filled, the middle one was hung, the left one was filled, from the place of departure to the connection with the eight-way short soldiers, a distance of more than 100 meters, and the soldiers in the first row were almost all changed! The people behind don't look at the fallen people, they run without their lives, jump without their lives, just one thought, kill to the eight roads!

The little devil's desperate style of play, coupled with the advantage of numbers, in the narrow street battle, the short-distance dense crowd-style charge really worked! None of the eight groups that Yang Stick arranged in front of him fired a few rounds of guns, so they fought with the devil with bayonets! Across the street, the devil is like not knowing that the gun will kill! One jumped out and fell, the other continued to rush, rushed to the halfway point and was knocked down, and the one behind came up again, just like that, a few people were killed and injured, and the one behind rushed to the edge of the yard where we were defending!

As soon as a few grenades were thrown, the people turned in, and before the fireworks of the explosion dispersed, the two people fought together! Bayonet stab, pickaxe head planing, grasp the soil and raise it in the face! At this point, who still has a clear eye! How easy to come! Grab what's it! Look at the soldiers in Yangquan, Shanxi, a piece of wood has poked into the devil's throat!

The big knives were cut open, the bayonets were bent by the hot blood, the butts of the guns were broken, the daggers were broken, the shafts were gone, and the stones were skimmed! Bite with your teeth! Scratch with your hands! Headbutt! Strangled the devil! Don't let go even if you're dead! It's all cheap! That one is afraid of that! The head has a bowl-sized scar!

When people are facing death here, some people are afraid, some people are fearless, some people are open-minded, and some people don't think about anything!

What do you call a soldier? The one who just puts the gun is not called, it is heard! Whether it's a devil or a bad road, when facing this death, Zuihou exudes the most simple daring! (To be continued......)