"Shizuo's speech is so good, I really can't wait to do it with Little Japan now!"

The Sichuan army talked a lot, it was like beating chicken blood, and they were full of enthusiasm to build the fortifications.

"This war is not something we can fight if we want to...... a veteran sighed.

Many Sichuan soldiers looked at the veteran, stiffened their necks and said: "Our Sichuan army is not afraid of death, what battle can we not fight?" The Sichuan army brothers in the Shanghai battlefield are poorly equipped than us, and they can fight magnificent mountains and rivers, why can't we? They are all from Sichuan, so I can't believe that they can't be compared! ”

"Although they are all Sichuan troops, the commanders are different!"

The veteran smiled bitterly: "The commander of the Sichuan Army in the Shanghai battlefield is General Yang Sen, who is famous for hating little Japan, and who is our commander this time?" Commander Tang, nicknamed the Second Plague...... The commander of our family's second plague likes to be promoted and make a fortune, but he is not desperate with Little Japan! ”

Hearing this, the Sichuan army immediately became sad and indignant, after all, fighting is to cooperate with the battle, although Rao Shizuo will definitely lead them to fight to the death, but the commander of Tang Erwen above may not necessarily think so.

"Damn, I am from Sichuan with Tang Erwen, and it is the biggest shame in Lao Tzu's life!"

They lowered their voices and scolded angrily, grieving and indignant. The soldiers who are known as the miscellaneous army within the army, seeing that the great rivers and mountains have fallen into the hands of the Japanese, they have no intention of serving the country, but they can only watch the struggle for power and profit of the upper peaks, and gradually wear out.

The hearts of politicians have always been cold, but the blood of soldiers is always hot.

Sadly, the soldiers are always firmly held in the hands of politicians and forced to become their bargaining chips, while the common people are wailing bitterly in the war, scolding these soldiers who are fed by them but can never be protected by them.

Soldiers born in this era, pitiful as dust.

"No matter how much, no matter what military orders he has!"

The soldiers of the Sichuan army roared fiercely: "When I went out of Sichuan, so many ordinary people donated the money and materials they saved from between their teeth, which was to support us to fight devils on this battlefield, not for us to make capital for those who were officials, as long as Commander Rao is willing to take us to fight devils, I will follow him to fight the Japanese devils to the end, it's a big deal to die here!" ”

"Me too, I'm going to compete with that guy named Lu Yuan to see who kills more devils!"

"Damn, Lu Yuan's turtle has won glory for us Sichuan people, his parents know that he has killed so many devils, and they will definitely be proud of him - if only I could kill so many devils!"

"Yes, yes, if you kill so many devils, you will definitely be promoted and make a fortune!"

Soon, the topic of the soldiers of the Sichuan army shifted from helpless anger at the corruption and incompetence of Shangfeng politicians to Lu Yuan, a fellow countryman who killed more than 100 devils on the battlefield in Shanghai.

Of course, it would be better to be able to get promoted and make a fortune through this military merit.

"Where is it so easy to get promoted and get rich, isn't that road far from missing? I guess he died on the battlefield, and he didn't even find his body......"

"Bloody battles, horse leather shrouds, is also a quick thing!"

The Sichuan army was discussing, and the name Lu Yuan and his deeds of killing more than 100 devils alone gradually spread throughout the Nanjing battlefield.

Liu Yuqing commanded an excellent battle in Shanghai, personally went to the battlefield to kill the enemy, and personally captured the highest-ranking Japanese officer since the war with the Japanese army, making the scum-like 26th Division a myth in the army, so that when everyone talked about the Sichuan army, they did not show disdain as before, but began to be full of respect.

And he himself has become a nation. The fragrant buns in the army, all kinds of equipment, and personnel replenishment were continuously delivered to him, perhaps because he was apologetic, and Lu Yuan's name was also widely known because of his report.

Not only Rao Guohua's department, but also on the entire front, there are countless officers, using the deeds of the Sichuan army in Shanghai to inspire the morale of their subordinates, and the road that killed more than 100 Japanese soldiers in World War I has also become the idol and hero in the hearts of every soldier who is determined to fight to the end.

Somewhere in Changzhou, hundreds of Japanese soldiers were laughing wildly, looking at the distance ahead and pointing.

"Hurry up, hurry up......"

With a crying cry, a man and a woman rushed forward in the rice field after the harvest with a child in their arms, looking at the Japanese officers who were screaming behind them and rushing with their sabers held high, their faces full of despair.

"Take the child away, I'll block him!"

The patched clothes, the lean peasant finally realized that if he continued like this, he feared that his family would die here, so he handed over the child in his arms to the woman, and then turned back and screamed and pounced on the Japanese officer.

The child was crying, and the woman was clenching her teeth, dragging the two children forward, passing the man.

Looking at the fear on the man's face but with an inexplicable look of perseverance, she realized that her husband, who had always felt that he was sucky and incapable, had such courage and was willing to sacrifice his life to protect himself at this critical moment of life and death.

She realized that she loved him so much.

"Let them go, let them go......"

The man howled and trembled, and in the face of the chilling bloody sword, he mustered the greatest bravery of his life, and threw himself at the Japanese officer with open arms, holding and pleading.

"Yaga ......"

The Japanese officer screamed, turned his sword, stabbed the man from his vest fiercely, stabbed it in an instant, and then pulled it out fiercely, gushing out like a fountain of blood.

The man died almost instantly, but he still hugged the waist of the Japanese officer, like a dead vine wrapped around the trunk of a tree, and refused to let go, perhaps at the last moment before he died, he was still thinking that as long as he could hold the Japanese officer for one more second, his wife and children would be able to escape one more step.

It's just that he forgot, this is an endless flat land, how far can a woman with two children escape?

"I can't imagine that such a lowly race as the Chinese pig will fight to protect their women and children, hahaha, it's so funny......"

The Japanese officer sneered, cut off the man's arm with a single sword, and then rushed to the woman and child who were fleeing in the field with a strange scream.

The sword, waved high, the cry of a child, the scream of a woman, all stopped.

"Noda-kun's treasure knife, it really deserves to be an ancestral heirloom, one knife goes down, one knife is cut in two!"

"Yes, yes, but Xiang Jingjun's sword is not bad at all, in their game, who wins and who loses in the end, it's hard to say......"

A group of soldiers talked a lot, they made a gamble, and now they are concerned about whether they can win or not.

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