81_81266 Dressed in a gray and homespun uniform, with a German M35 steel helmet on top of his head, his yellow 'colored' face was covered with dust and dried blood, the soldier held his 'Maoser' 98K rifle and looked at the flat ground in the distance...... The update is so fast.

There was a patch on the elbow of his dress, and some of the corners had long been 'exposed' because of the friction, but it was evident that he still cherished this dress very much, because it represented a respectable profession, a soldier.

At the railway station in Nanjing, he straightened his chest and stood on the platform to accept the applause of the squire and the chairman. A young girl tied a red flower to his chest, and at that moment he knew that his future must be full of hardships.

Those officials and gentlemen have never treated him so kindly, once they are kind to you, they are ready to collect rent or rob your daughter.

Later, however, the educated company commander told them a lot of things, including what it means to defend the family and defend the country, what it means to be a slave to the country, the entry of the Qing soldiers into the customs, and the First Sino-Japanese War. Anyway, he felt that if he was in Shanhaiguan back then, the Qing soldiers would only have to step on his corpse to enter the customs; anyway, he felt that if he was in the Beiyang Naval Division back then, he would have to fight with the Japanese to the death.

So he stood in the trenches of Shanghai with a gun on his back, so he vented his anger into the bullets that were fired one by one, because he was a middle-aged man, because he wrote down the words that the company commander told him before he died: As long as we live, we will not let the Japanese * harm our daughters!

But he is alive, retreating from Shanghai to Nanjing, from Nanjing to Wuhan, and now he is still alive, surviving for a long time, watching those occupied areas expand little by little, but he does not dare to die as generously as his old company commander.

"Phew!" he pulled the trigger, and a Japanese soldier with a gun fell in response, and behind this Japanese soldier, more Japanese soldiers had bayonets 'sticked' in their guns, and fiercely shouted Long live the emperor, and rushed towards the position of the squadron.

He calmly pulled the bolt of his gun and withdrew a shell. The hot shells clanged and tumbled onto the ground beneath their feet, smashing against the stones with a crunch. He closed the bolt of his gun, held his rifle steadily, pulled his trigger again, another bullet came out of the chamber, and another aggressor fell.

This is his position, this is the land of the Chinese! Do you want to fill it with that life! Fill it up with 40,000, and fill it until no Chinese can breathe, then you can take it! As long as the Yanhuang blood is still hot, every qiē here belongs to the Chinese!

He hadn't read a book, so he thought it was a dead man. What his old company commander said back then - the old company commander is actually not old, 7 years younger than him, only 23 years old. But when he was dying of hunger, the young man smiled and gave him half a loaf of bread, and this solid half of the bread was worth his whole life!

In that year, a company, 120 soldiers, everyone divided 40 cakes, and those who couldn't grab them starved to death. Now 119 people are lying in the enemy-occupied area, and they have not treated the 40 flatbreads given to them by the common people, and the burden behind him is the company flag, he is not dead, this company is still there, and it is still an unbreakable company!

Behind him, he is getting closer and closer to Chongqing, the capital of the company, and there are fewer and fewer familiar faces around him. The recruits wore American steel helmets, carried a variety of rifles, and wore much newer clothes than they had worn back then.

However, he still likes to wear an M35 steel helmet, likes to wear combat boots that have been smoothed out and the soles are still one size larger, and he likes the three-edged military thorn that General Sickert introduced for China and the shorter but more 'precise' 98K rifle in his hand. Because as long as he wears this equipment, the general dismounts and the prime minister gets off the sedan chair, and Chairman Jiang has to salute himself first.

Why? Because of the 119 men lying in the enemy-occupied area! Because of the fact that the five German armorers did not lose Shanghai even after they destroyed it! Because for every Chinese soldier who wore this outfit, Japan offered a reward of 1,000 yen! Because every Chinese* man dressed in this outfit did the simple but heavy four words of defending the homeland and the country.

He pulled the bolt of his gun, and another shell fell to his feet, and the rain hit the steel helmet with a ping-pong sound, and the Japanese were getting closer and closer, and the machine-gun position on his side was long gone—and there were no bullets, a cruel but real reason.

Looking at his empty bomb bay, he reluctantly closed the bolt. 'Touch' 'touch' has actually 'touched' the front pocket of the 'chest' countless times, smiled bitterly and put down his palm, there are indeed no bullets there, he already knew it a long time ago.

"Today Lao Tzu will not retreat!" he laughed, laughing and shouting his words in the rain. He bit his lip, unloaded the burden he was carrying, buried it under his feet, and then pulled out a three-edged military thorn nearly two feet long from the side of his waist, and fixed it on his rifle with a click.

"Little devil, today Grandpa is here to teach you how to fight bayonets!" He lowered his body and stared ahead with cold eyes, the soldiers beside him had long since run out of bullets, and he had been holding his bayonet gun for a while. The two men glanced at each other and saw the unwavering courage in each other's eyes.

The Japanese army was closer, and the murmuring of Oriental words could be heard clearly, and the bright bayonets of the Japanese army looked even more terrifying, more visually than the non-reflective jet-black stabs of the Chinese defenders.

"Let go...... Weapons...... Surrender dripping ...... Don't kill!" A Japanese soldier loudly used jerky Chinese to persuade the nearby Chinese defenders to surrender. However, the last bullet that came out of nowhere hit the forehead of the Japanese soldier who persuaded him to surrender.

"If you don't kill Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will kill you!" On the Chinese position, a voice with a northeastern dialect scolded: "There is a kind of Lao Tzu come up, let's see who is grandpa!"

"Charge!" The Japanese officer who was guarded by the Japanese soldiers in the center saw that the squadron still did not know the current affairs, and waved the command knife in his hand angrily and gave the order to charge. In his eyes, the troops that can fight with the Japanese army with bayonets have not yet been born.

The distance between the two sides was closer, and it was no longer the distance to shoot at each other - the Japanese army had a glorious tradition of fighting bayonets, and only bayonets were left on the Chinese side to solve the problem, so the two sides collided together.

The Chinese veteran, who had been lying in the trenches, jumped up, and with the force of both hands, he used the military spur to remove the Japanese bayonet that was stabbing at him, and the next moment he sent his back hand forward, and the long military thorn entered the 'chest' of the Japanese soldier as smoothly as if it had been cut into lard.

Blood gushed out along the bloodletting trough of the military thorn, splashing the Chinese veteran, but he didn't care, just with a little force, he 'pulled' his own military thorn and rushed towards the next target. Now it's a game, killing as many opponents as you can in as much time as you can, until you die, this game is not over.

"Hah!" With a shout, he stabbed another Japanese soldier through the body, and with the strength of the Japanese fall, he continued to press forward. The Japanese troops on the opposite side were obviously intimidated by his momentum and actually took a step back.

This Japanese soldier is only about 20 years old, a very young man, it seems that he has not been in the army for a long time, and his face is pale with fright by the scene of the soldiers on both sides strangled together.

On the battlefield, the enemy's retreat is naturally our advance, and the Chinese veteran is used to seeing life and death, and there is no sympathy to talk about at this moment, and as soon as he uses his hands, he stabs out his own military thorn and 'inserts' into the body of this Japanese young man again and again.

"Ahh At this time, the Chinese soldier who had been walking side by side beside the veteran was stabbed to the ground with bayonets by two Japanese soldiers, and his mouth was still spitting bright red blood foam.

More Japanese soldiers poured up, and one by one the Chinese soldiers fell, blood pooling from both sides, making the road beneath their feet muddy. On this nameless hillside, the shouting and killing still do not stop, there is no end.

"Catch the one with the German helmet! Catch the one with the German helmet!" The Japanese commander saw in the crowd that his troops seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, as fragile as silk under the edge of a pair of scissors. He shouted sharply, hoping that his soldiers would drown out the god-like being.

At this moment, the Chinese veterans, covered in blood, are like a flat boat in the sea, constantly moving forward surrounded by Japanese soldiers. He shoots steadily and accurately, accurately and ruthlessly, because there are no bullets to squander in training, so the only things he can practice frequently and hard are assassination and blocking.

Parrying a sharp bayonet, a stab pierced directly into the opponent's eye and hit the back of the skull before stopping. The Chinese veteran's 'leg' was pierced by the bayonet of another Japanese soldier at the same time. Blood gushed out, and a feeling of pain came.

The veteran soldier did not look back, withdrew his hands, and stabbed the Japanese soldier who stabbed him, and after a scream, another Japanese soldier fell down with his "chest" covered. However, on the other side, another Japanese soldier stabbed a bayonet into the veteran's ribs, making the Chinese veteran's movements even slower.

'Draw' his bayonet back, mechanically stabbed at the other end, and another scream came, but this time the veteran could not 'draw' his own stab, because two Japanese soldiers rushed forward and grabbed the barrel of the veteran's gun.

How many have you changed? The Chinese veteran asked himself a question in his mind, and then he opened his mouth and smiled, his mouth full of blood: "My name is Zhuzi! The company commander said that I am the pillar of this country!" - 93337 + dsuaahhh + 30555540 - >.