Lying horizontally, standing and lying down, there are all kinds of things, I don't know how many skeletons are piled up in front of me to form a mountain of bones. The whole hill is full of ghostly fire, and the faint and cold light emitted by them is enough to top a small light tube, which looks like a Christmas tree prepared by Disneyland!

It would take at least three hundred corpses to pile up into such a "spectacular" "view"!

There was a soft "bang", and a skull with green eyes and a hole in the center of the Heavenly Spirit Cover tumbled all the way down from the Christmas tree, falling to my feet and spinning. If it weren't for my fortitude, I would have learned to ignore life and death on the battlefield, and I might have been stunned by this "Christmas gift" on the spot.

The skull finally stopped in front of me, its hollow eyes staring at me, as if mocking the strength of my fixed posture, his two rows of white teeth suddenly opened, and a machine-gun bullet rolled out of it, and the strange form made my forehead sweat instantly!

I suddenly understood that the thick layer on the ground, and there was a little bit of bullet on it, was not dust, but the unique military carpet of the military base, but the river of blood flowing from the bodies of these tragic dead!

I can still see the struggle and reluctance of their death, the arms that are raised high and refuse to let go after sixty years of ups and downs, and the skulls that open their mouths to denounce the heavens angrily, all tell me the horror and pain they have experienced.

In the corner of the wall, there is a body of 1.80 meters standing proudly alone, and there are a few small skeletons under him, I can almost imagine that when he encountered the massacre of the fascist exterminators, his first choice was to use his body to block the flying bullets, but he did not use his own body to save these children.

The skeleton's fingers rested on the wall, and sixty years of dust did not seal the cry he left behind! He used his fingers to rub his blood and struggled to write a few big words: Descendants of the Dragon, self-improvement!

The words are like dragons and snakes, the pen is like a sword, when he slashes down the big exclamation mark, the heavy strokes seem to pierce the haze of history and see through our proudest future!

I stood up and saluted my most solemn military salute to this proudly erect corpse, I don't know who he is, but I know that he is a true hero!

In him, I saw the unique blood, the unique arrogance, and the unique broad mind of the national hero! No matter how bad the situation is, no matter how history develops, as long as we have this kind of hero, our nation will not perish, and our nation will always maintain the most vigorous vitality!

What textbooks do not admit the crimes they have committed, what prime ministers go to visit bullshit shrines every year, what comfort women, what mass graves, what gas chambers, what Black Sun special forces......

Can we blame anyone else?

Before the dust of history has settled, and the accusations of blood and tears are vividly visible, I dare to frantically shout on the international stage, saying that the war of aggression against China is a lie fabricated by the Chinese. I dare to assert that one day when Ben will greatly surpass the United States in terms of military and national strength, they will also exclaim as if they had just woken up from a dream: Ben's surprise attack on Pearl Harbor was the biggest lie of the 19th century!

He only used four words to shout out the spirit that China needs most: self-improvement!

Yes, self-improvement!

How many people groaned without illness, saying that with the wave of reform and opening up economy, wave after wave, the [***] team will inevitably be eroded, and it has lost the "spiritual atomic bomb" that can make any strong enemy fearful in the * era, and the combat effectiveness of the [***] team is much inferior to before!

I can't deny their arguments, but I want to ask them to look at this hero!

He is standing up to the sky, he is using his body, his own heroic spirit, and his unrepentant chivalrous bones who have gone through 60 years of ups and downs to tell anyone who walks in here: no matter when, as long as there is a war, as long as we face the life and death of the nation, by our side, it is ourselves, and the greatest power will burst out in our bodies! Under the leadership of this kind of hero, everyone will condense into an iron fist to resist foreign insults and fight a new victory!

This is the blood of the dragon, and this is the pride of the descendants of the dragon! The proudest! Strongest! The craziest!

I stared at "him" and said softly: "Please rest assured, our Chinese nation has gone through the most humiliating century, and now it is the sleeping lion that has finally awakened, and we are the wild dragon that has begun to roar loudly, whether it is a peaceful rise or a use of force to win the respect of others, we are all destined to roar for nine days!" I will always be by her side, become the sharpest sword in her hand, and sweep away the dust for her in this world where demons are dancing wildly! This is my Fu Yinxue's promise to you, and it is also the firmest oath of millions of [***] people to heroes!! A man's words are nails that are driven to the plank, and there will be no turning back!! ”

His head hung down slowly, as if nodding in approval to me, and his body, which had been supported for sixty years, suddenly collapsed, and dozens of blue and blue streamers slowly flew up from his broken body, looking like a heroic soul was flying towards that ethereal and perfect dream country.

With tears in my eyes, I had never admired a hero so much as I did now, and I suddenly drew my saber and pointed it at the sky, and cried out, "Go slowly!" Remember to bring my brother who has died in battle to reincarnate as soon as possible, we need a hero like you, and the army needs a soul like you! ”

The blue streamers danced happily around me, as if in response to my cries, watching them disappear into the darkness of nothingness little by little, I shook off my tears fiercely and roared: "I, Fu Yinxue, will never die here!" I am luckier than you, I was born in the greatest era of the rise of China, I can take up arms to fight for the motherland, with my own hands and eyes to accompany her to take off! I must live, I must see my motherland with my own eyes, standing at the top of the world! This is the meaning and goal of my Fu Yinxue's survival now!! ”

My voice was heard far and wide in the cave......

I slowly picked up a finger bone from the ground, and it was with this finger that "he" left a warning quatrain of "Descendants of the Dragon, self-improvement", and I wrapped it with the bullet dug up from Bai Ruiqi, both of which contain one of the greatest feelings of the Chinese nation.

Finally, I took off a samurai medal from the body of the heavy, a medal made of sterling silver, and under a dazzling red sun, with two small words engraved in a dignified manner: Victory!

It's just that this medal, how much blood and life of the weak is contained in it? It is said that China that could have defeated our 400 million Chinese with a small country has been rampant on it for eight years!

This medal also reminds me that there is a slave surname engraved in the Chinese nation that has been drunk by Confucianism for thousands of years: never speak lightly until the last moment!

So we like to kill each other, like to fight in the nest, and often make relatives and enemies happy!

I also keep this medal on my body, and I want to keep the word "victory" forever! I hope that one day, we will no longer have humility and courtesy, and we will no longer measure the world by hypocritical politeness and outdated moral outlook on life!

We want the spirit of a wolf! Every Chinese must believe that our Chinese nation is the best race in the world!

I slowly moved through this underground base, which had been sealed by history for decades, and I could see the bones of the scales and fires everywhere on the road, some of them were Chinese aborigines who had been shot, and some were soldiers of the Chinese army wearing military uniforms and carrying rifles. Whether it is the aggressor or the invaded, they still can't escape time, this is the worst enemy of life!

In this long corridor, I came across several doors with steel boxes that had fallen, I tried to attack with tungsten steel armor-piercing bullets, and was surprised to find that these steel doors were actually forty centimeters thick, and I touched the last two armor-piercing bullets on my body, forcibly dispelling the tempting idea of breaking through the door to find out.

This underground corridor was so long, I followed it zigzag for a few hundred meters, and I didn't reach the end, and at the end I saw more and more corpses of the soldiers, and these corpses were decomposing to a lower and lower degree, and I could even see their old faces at the last few of them.

I was stunned to see the wrinkles on the face of a withered corpse that were rougher than the face of an old tree, and although lime had been sprinkled on the corpse, I could smell a strong corpse smell from a few dozen meters away. If I'm not mistaken, he's been dead less than three months ago.

I picked up the rifle he had placed beside me, and although it was more than sixty years old, the whole rifle was well maintained, and as soon as I pulled the bolt, I heard the steady and powerful sound of the spring coming from the chamber, proudly announcing to me that as long as I pulled the wrench, the bullets in the magazine would fly to the target without hesitation.

If this soldier was only dead for three months, then did the man who sprinkled lime on him die?

I looked at the military base in front of me, which had been built underground, and I couldn't imagine how anyone could spend sixty years in such a dark environment!

As I turned down the hallway again, I suddenly heard several bolt pulls, and by the light of the fire I saw a "crooked" machine gun pointed at my face, and a few well-maintained and working rifles pointed at me.

With a "pop", the wall lamp above my head turned on fucking on?!

A few old guys who looked old and thin, even with their teeth gone, and their waists not even straightened, were wearing the uniforms of soldiers during World War II, and they glared at me with murderous faces. Looking at the glittering bayonets on their rifles, I looked like hell.

In fact, I'd rather believe that there are really ghosts in this world than I would never believe that I met a World War II soldier in this environment under this circumstances, which is too fucking nonsense, right?!

There was a quick and urgent shout in my ear, I couldn't understand a word, and judging by their expressions, if I answered the slightest carelessness, they would be killed on the spot!

I've been through so many wars, I've faced so many strong enemies, and if I end up dying in a bunch of World War II soldiers who have most of their bodies buried in the mound, then it's too fucking wronged, right?

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