At this time, Wang Changfeng and the soldiers in the mountains and forests had already slept well.

When I woke up, I felt refreshed and tired.

At this time, the sky was slowly darkening.

After Wang Changfeng and the soldiers woke up, the first thing they felt was a burst of hunger.

"Grandma's, I'm starving! It's all to blame on these damn little devils, dogs, beasts. ”

Especially Niu Dali, a strong man, after getting up, patted his buttocks, and immediately scolded and went to find food.

Anyway, since the Battle of Nanjing, Niu Dali has really hated the little devils.

Even when he was talking, he called the names of these little devils from time to time and scolded them.

From this point, it can be seen how much Niu Dali hates these little devils.

"Phew, it's good to be alive, and I can continue to kill devils again!"

Zhao Haihong, Xu Guoren and others also woke up one after another, looked at the dim sky, and sighed with emotion.

At this time, they are no longer living for themselves, their lives are all exchanged for the lives of their comrades-in-arms.

Therefore, the task of their life now is to kill devils, kill devils, kill devils!

Kill all these little devils and brutes and drive them out of China as soon as possible.

Let the oppressed and cruel people live a stable life.

In fact, at this time, on the land of China, the people living in dire straits and living in the midst of war did not want to live a prosperous life.

What they want most is a stable life, without the oppression of the little devils, and without the brutality of the traitors of the Imperial Army.

It doesn't matter if you're poor!

However, despite this, for the common people, a stable life of poverty has become a luxury.

"What is good, the living are the ones who suffer!"

However, as soon as Zhao Haihong, Xu Guoren and the others finished speaking, Cui Qi on the side pouted and said directly.

In her understanding, people live in the world, living in this war with little devils, that is, they are suffering, it is better to die, and they don't know anything.

"Ugh!"

“……”

Hearing Cui Qi's words, Zhao Haihong, Xu Guoren and others, after glancing at each other, said: "What you said is not right, at least, we are alive, and we can continue to kill the little devils, if we die, these little devils and beasts, who will kill them!" ”

"Alas!"

However, when Triki heard the words of the others, she didn't say anything but sighed.

However, from the tone, you can hear the helplessness and grief in Cuiqi's tone.

"Triki is right, the living are the ones who suffer!"

At this time, Wang Changfeng patted the leaves and soil on his buttocks, stood up and said.

For this truth, Wang Changfeng knew better than anyone present.

No matter what age it is, people come into this world and live to suffer sin.

Whether they are poor or rich, they all have their own helplessness and their own pain.

The poor yearn for a rich life that the rich can enjoy without worrying about eating and drinking.

However, they do not know the helplessness of the rich.

The rich, on the other hand, envy the lives of the poor, are very simple, although life is poor, but there is not too much intrigue, and there is no deceit.

However, they do not understand the helplessness of the poor.

So, no matter what age you are, those who are alive are the ones who suffer, whether you are rich or poor.

"The dead are in heaven, but the living are in the mud, there is a lot of truth in the saying."

Wang Changfeng looked at Zhao Haihong and the others, and said with a serious face: "If we die on the battlefield, that is the final destination of the soldiers, and it is also our luck, because we are free and not suffering."

However, now that we are still alive, this is not our luck, but our responsibility, since we are alive, then we must shoulder this responsibility, continue to resist Japan, kill devils, avenge the sacrificed comrades-in-arms, avenge the hundreds of thousands of compatriots who died tragically in the Nanjing Massacre, and use the blood of the little devils and beasts, as well as their dirty lives, to pay tribute to the compatriots who died tragically. ”

Wang Changfeng looked at everyone and said two words heavily: "Responsibility!" ”

He continued: "It is the duty of the living! No one can change that. ”

"Hmm!"

Hearing Wang Changfeng's words, Zhao Haihong, Xu Guoren and others nodded one after another.

yes, that's a responsibility.

No one can change the responsibility of the living!

Since the comrades-in-arms exchanged their lives for their new life and let them survive, it means that on their shoulders, they have taken on the responsibility of continuing to kill devils and continue to resist Japan.

Again, don't look at them at this time, but they are no longer living for themselves.

They are living for their dead comrades-in-arms, and with the faith of their dead comrades-in-arms, they kill devils, kill devils!

Looking at Zhao Haihong, Xu Guoren and others who bowed their heads and pondered, Wang Changfeng smiled slightly and said loudly: "Okay, what are you doing in a daze, since you are alive, you will rush forward boldly, no matter how many little devils there are in front of him, just one word, do it!" Just one word, kill! ”

Hearing Wang Changfeng's words, the eyes of Zhao Haihong and the others lit up instantly, and they said loudly:

"Yes, what are you afraid of, to live is to do it, to kill, to kill all these little devils and beasts, kill them all!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

“…………”

At this moment, the belief in killing devils in everyone's hearts rose again, and this belief became extremely firm in their hearts!

"Brother Wang, Brother Zhao, the meal is ready, come over and eat!"

At this moment, Zhao Jingyi's face was flushed, and she was covered with sweat, and came to the side of Wang Changfeng and the others, and said with a smile directly at Wang Changfeng and the others.

In Zhao Jingyi's heart, Wang Changfeng is a big hero who kills devils, and these soldiers in front of him are all heroes who kill devils.

Therefore, cooking and treating injuries for Wang Changfeng and these lovely and respectable warriors, Zhao Jingyi's heart was very happy and satisfied.

However, looking at the fewer and fewer fighters, Zhao Jingyi's heart was also very painful.

However, Zhao Jingyi understood that this was what Wang Changfeng told him before, the law of war.

Whether it is the victorious side or the defeated side, the dead warriors are nothing more than numbers.

Because, the battlefield is always a ruthless meat grinder.

As long as a soldier steps into it, no one is immune.

Before, Zhao Jingyi's heart was not very clear.

But after so many battles, she understood.

"Okay, Sister Jingyi!"

"Haha, there's something to eat!"

"Starving, hurry, hurry!"

“……”

Hearing Zhao Jingyi's words, Zhao Haihong and the others laughed and got up.

"Hey, my sister!"

And Xu Tao, who was on the side, also said with a smug smile on his face.

"Go, eat your stomach, and take care of your injuries, so that you can kill the devil!"

Under the leadership of Wang Changfeng, everyone smiled and walked over to the meal prepared by Zhao Jingyi and others.

(End of chapter)