"The color of the collar is cherry blossoms in full bloom, and the strong wind blows the flowers towards Yoshino, and if you are born as a Yamato man, you will dedicate your life to the stragglers. A rifle is not a weapon, but what is a bayonet? Don't you know that we have the Yamato soul in our hearts for 2,000 years, the Yamato soul that has been tempered for thousands of years......"

Captain Oda Kirimasao and the soldiers of the special training team marched forward while singing "The Skills of the Infantry", as if the haze of defeat had disappeared from them, and they were as high morale as when they first entered China.

This song was published in 1911 by Kato Akikatsu and Nagai Kenko, students of the 10th phase of the Japanese Army Central Infant School (Army Preparatory Noncommissioned Officer School), at the 100-day festival of the Army Central Infant School.

Unexpectedly, now, this song is sung again on the land of China, seeing the sun flag under the mountain, listening to the familiar Japanese military song, Shen Long couldn't help but be in a trance for a while, am I in 1942 or 1945 now? Why did the little devils declare their defeat, and there were still so many devil soldiers who were unscrupulous on the land of China?

"This is a fucking funeral! Scholar, give them a shot! Shut them up! I've been listening to this dog thing for eight years, and I'm already fucking tired of hearing it! Li Yunlong also has a deep memory of this song, in the past eight years, he had heard this song countless times, and fought with the little devil in such a song countless times.

"If we fire now, it will easily expose our firepower range, which is not conducive to a late raid!" Shen Long ruthlessly rejected Li Yunlong's order, and now it is a relief to take a shot, but it will also expose his strength, which is a bit more than worth the loss.

"Oh, then stay here stupidly and listen to the devil's funeral?" Li Yunlong's eyes immediately widened, this singing voice really annoyed him, and he didn't want to endure it for a moment.

"If they sing, we can sing too! Comrades, isn't it? Shen Long ignored Li Yunlong, turned around and greeted the soldiers in his regiment, isn't it Saige? This skill is enough for our army to beat the whole world, he beat the beat, and began to rise, "Come, big guys, sing with me: the big knife will cut off the heads of the devils!" Preparation! Rise! ”

"The big knife slashes at the heads of the devils! Patriotic compatriots across the country, the day of the War of Resistance has come, the day of the War of Resistance has come! In front of them are the volunteers of the Northeast, and behind them are the people of the whole country. Our Chinese army marches forward bravely and looks at the enemy! Destroy them, wipe them out, rush! The big knife slashed at the heads of the devils - kill! ”

Suddenly, the song that sounded on the Jianshan Mountain completely suppressed the mourning of the devils, and this song echoed in the mountains, causing bursts of echoes, as if thousands of mountains and mountains were also singing with the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army.

The morale of the little devils under the mountain was stagnant, and Oda Che Masao subconsciously touched his neck, just like the Eighth Route Army was familiar with "The Skills of the Infantry", the little devils were also familiar with this "March of the Big Knife", and the big knife team of the 29th Army left a deep impression on the little devils, so that for a certain period of time, the little devils habitually added a neck sleeve to avoid being cut off by the big knife.

At the end of one song, the next song is sung again, "Onward!" Forward! Forward! Our team to the sun! With our feet on the land of the motherland and the hope of the nation on our backs, we are an invincible force. We are the sons and daughters of the workers and peasants, we are the armed men of the people, who fight valiantly and without fear until we wipe out the reactionaries......"

The generals of the Jin Sui Army are in a bit of a mess, let the Eighth Route Army continue to sing like this, their morale will definitely get weaker and weaker, should we sing something too? But how can they teach the soldiers to sing, and what is good at singing?

"March of the Great Sword" has been sung by the eight roads on the mountain, "You don't see, the final army of the Han Dynasty, the weak crown is the captive, please Changying, you don't see, Ban Dingyuan, the peerless light cavalry urges the battle cloud"? It's not appropriate, this song is followed by "More than 100,000 comrades, singing war songs to join the army. Qi joined the army, cleaned the dust, and swore to sweep away the Japanese slaves!" Now, the little devil is standing beside him!

"National Salvation Army Song"? No, the first sentence is "The muzzle of the gun is outside, march forward together!" Don't hurt the people, don't hit your own people! We are the team of iron, we are the heart of iron! Safeguard the Chinese nation and always be a free man! "Isn't singing this song in the face in such a scene?

"Let them stop singing and attack quickly!" Zhao Chengshou listened impatiently.

"Hey! Attack now! After receiving the order, Oda Kirimasao immediately drew his katana and lectured the soldiers, "Even if we become a defeated country, the morale of the Japanese soldiers must not decline, let the people of China see the backbone of our Imperial Japanese Army!" ”

"Gentlemen, now go and take down Jianshan!" Taking advantage of the morale of the soldiers to reinvigorate, Oda Kirio pointed his katana straight at the mountain, and the little devils under him rushed towards the mountain with a roar.

"Divisional commander, the devil is here!" When the scouts who were monitoring the enemy's situation saw it, they immediately came to report to Li Yunlong.

"Don't worry, it will take a while for them to run up, let's continue to sing ours, all of them give me a louder! Didn't eat or what? Li Yunlong seemed unhurried, he had experienced such a scene many times before.

"This time the enemy is a tentative attack, and we haven't invested too many troops, so I think it's better not to use artillery for the time being." Shen Long suggested.

"Well, that's it, Duan Peng, bring Lao Tzu's big knife, I didn't see blood in Qin County before, this time I want to let it drink a good time!" Li Yunlong shouted, with Shen Long in his command of the battlefield, he was very relieved, he was only thinking about the addiction of white-knuckle warfare now, and he was enthusiastic when he heard the "March of the Great Knife" just now.

"Division commander, just this little devil, if I am still forced to win a white-knives battle, I don't have to be the commander of this regiment!" Shen Long glanced at the Japanese soldiers below and said.

"Yes!" Li Yunlong threw the big knife aside in frustration, "Back then, when Lao Tzu only had that little bit of people, he could win them, and now this little devil is not enough to stuff his teeth!" ”

Saying that, Li Yunlong stood up, snatched the iron horn from the hand of the communicator next to him, and shouted at the Japanese devils below, "Little devil, my ancestors, Lao Tzu could win you back then, and now he can do the same, even if you come a hundred times, Lao Tzu can beat you down!" ”

As soon as the words fell, gunshots rang out and the battle began.