One of the devils' attacks broke into the position guarded by Qin Shou and them, and if it weren't for the brothers of the spy company who repelled the devils at a critical moment, the position would have fallen.

The recruits who had been scattered on the battlefield were gathered up, each covered in gunsmoke, stained with dust and blood, and black and dejected.

They marched in the safe and stable rear every day, raised their arms and shouted anti-Japanese and national salvation, with high enthusiasm and passionate worship, as if they could beat the little devils out of China with slogans alone.

Their march was supported by people from all walks of life, and every time they walked through the streets with their heads held high and shouting, the people on both sides of the street would applaud them loudly, making them shout harder, as if the slogan had infinite magic power, and fascinated them.

Their parade and chanting did not change the daily pattern of the front, and although the frontline troops fought bloody battles on every battlefield, they were still defeated and retreated in the face of well-equipped and well-trained devil troops.

The defeat at the front made these enthusiastic young people chanting slogans angry, and they denounced the incompetence of the government and the army, and they lost most of China in a short period of time.

The slogans of the daily marches could no longer satisfy their enthusiasm for serving the country, and their self-confidence was extremely inflated, and they asked to join the army to fight the Japanese invaders in person, so that those troops who only knew about the defeat could see what the real anti-Japanese was.

But when they actually came to the battlefield, faced with those broken ruins, and faced with the stinking stumps, they knew that the cruelty of war was not as easy as they took it for granted.

Although many of them wanted to retreat, they were unwilling to be deserters like this, so they could only go to the battlefield hard, as long as they shot and killed the devils, they fulfilled their oath to resist Japan with practical actions, and they would not feel guilty.

But when they lay down in the trenches, in the face of the terrible whistling shells, in the face of the whizzing bullets, their legs were weak.

Although those veterans had already told them that this was just an easy battle, there was nothing to worry about compared to the previous corpse mountain and sea of blood, and they just needed to fight step by step.

But the recruits were still terrified, their rifle hands trembling, and their fears and fears were infinitely magnified in the face of the devil soldiers who howled and rushed up like fierce beasts.

Although the veterans had already let them practice shooting during their week-long training in Wushimen, now they had forgotten all their shooting skills in the face of rumbling explosions and bullets flying everywhere.

Fear and fear make them desperate to shoot bullets out of the chamber of the gun in order to find a sense of security.

But the bullets fired in a panic either flew high and missed, or they didn't know where they flew, and those fierce and hideous devils still rushed towards them unaffected.

The devil with a fierce face is so hideous and terrifying, like a fierce beast that emerges from the black fog, capable of tearing people apart and devouring them.

The recruits, who were under tremendous pressure, broke down, ignoring the shouts of the veterans in the trenches, and forgetting the vows they had made when they set out on the march, and they stumbled and fled, just wanting to live, just to escape from this purgatory-like battlefield of death.

In a company where most of them are recruits, the collapse and escape of one recruit is like the last straw that breaks the nerves of the rest of the recruits, and the chain reaction caused is terrible and devastating.

The recruits are running away, although the veterans tried their best to stop drinking but had no effect, and finally they could only let them run, and the veterans cursed and turned around to meet the devil, and fought with the devil bloodily, blocking the devil with their bodies, and they were ready to die.

The brothers of the special service company arrived in time, the devils were repulsed, and the gunfire on the battlefield was still ringing out in ridicule, and from time to time cold artillery attacks fell on the position and kicked up a puff of black mud.

The recruits who had gathered back stood in the trenches with a depressed expression, they were embarrassed, and many of them still had palpitations.

Looking at the corpses of veterans carried past them, looking at the bloody and broken bodies, the recruits lowered their heads in shame, full of guilt.

If they had been brave and had followed the orders of the veterans and stayed in the trenches, perhaps the devils would not have broken through so easily, but they ran away in fear, leaving countless gaps in the defensive line.

The devils easily jumped into the trenches and slaughtered their companions wantonly, all of which were blood-soaked in their cowardice and cowardice, and self-blame was useless.

At this moment, they suddenly found that it was so ridiculous to march and shout slogans all day long in the stable rear, and it was so ignorant to ridicule and denounce the soldiers on the front line.

Looking at the recruits who were silent with their heads drooping, looking at their guilty expressions, Qin Shou, the deputy battalion commander with a bloody face, wanted to scold them fiercely, scolded them for their cowardice, and even wanted to shoot them.

But he held back, for many of the veterans had died, and now any scolding and punishment had lost its meaning, and the war was still going on, and as an officer, he had to lead these newly defeated recruits to continue the battle.

"Lift your head up!"

Qin Shou roared with some hatred, the performance of the recruits disappointed him, and the sacrifice of the veteran brothers made him feel heavy, they were all brothers who fought side by side, and it was gone.

"Lao Tzu told you to raise your heads!" Seeing that the recruits were still with their heads down, Qin Shou couldn't help but roar.

The recruits felt anger at Qin Shou's roar, and they raised their heads with guilt on their faces, but they didn't dare to look at Qin Shou.

Qin Shou pointed to the corpses of those veterans covered in blood, his face full of grief and indignation: "They are all brothers who have gone through countless bloody battles with me, and we have survived countless bullets and bullets together!" But today I died at the hands of devils in order to teach you to fight......"

Qin Shou wiped his tearful eyes and continued, "I don't blame you! Because you are going to war for the first time, because you are recruits for the first time to fight, I will credit this blood debt to the devil's head! But I hope that you will be ashamed and courageous, lift your spirits, pick up the gun in your hand, and get this blood debt back from the devil! Can you do it?! ”

"Can you do it?!" Qin Shou asked the guilty recruits loudly.

"Yes!"

The recruits' answers were loud, and their eyes became more determined than ever, although Qin Shou did not blame them, but it made them feel even more self-reproachful, because they knew that the sacrifices of the veterans were inseparable from them.

Now Qin Shou has given them the opportunity to atone for their sins, the guilt and self-blame in their hearts make them unable to retreat, they want revenge, revenge for the sacrificed veterans, otherwise they will feel guilty for the rest of their lives.

In the arduous years when the army was short of soldiers, countless recruits without any battlefield experience hurriedly replenished the troops, in order to teach them to fight and teach them to live to defend their families and the country.

Countless veterans have set an example, and many have sacrificed, but their sacrifices have taught the growth of the recruits, allowing the recruits to transform into veterans in bloody battles, and as always, they will protect the motherland behind them with their bodies.