Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 64 The Dance of Life
The Japanese opened fire.

The offensive was already frustrated, and the Japanese army's top commander on both flanks, Yin Tengzhong Second Major, who was stimulated to madness by the Chinese people, finally ordered the gunmen lurking in the rubble to shoot.

The Japanese Major has no patience to wait for the Chinese soldiers to hang the Chinese soldiers in front of the gang of Chinese pariahs who are still resisting. He is going to make them suffer now.

In front of the untouchables, kill the graceful dancing woman in the telescope.

In the telescope, the woman fell down at the sound, and the black face of Hokkaido fishermen's unique black face showed a hideous and cruel smile.

If the leader is dead, those pariahs should run away like frightened chickens!
That sad and ridiculous scene must be spectacular.

However, the next moment, the hideous look on the fisherman's black face solidified.

It's like a postmodern oil painting.

The graceful woman with bleeding flowers on her body fell softly on the drum surface as the Japanese Major wanted, the singing stopped, and the sound of the drums also disappeared.

However, those Chinese people did not start to flee as the Japanese Major had imagined.

Accompanied by exclamations, the young students put down the drums from their shoulders and formed a circle at the fastest speed to protect the shot woman.

The middle-aged people, with at least a hundred people, rushed up and placed themselves in the wall before the young people.

Young people protect women, and men protect youth.

In less than ten seconds, people from different classes but the same ethnic group made their own choices.

The woman should have fallen into a coma. The young people lifted her body from the already red drum surface and retreated. Countless people crowded around them, forming a human wall around them.

If the Japanese fire again, they will bear the brunt.

But this is not the real reason for the Japanese Major's expression to freeze.

Instead, another woman stood on the drum and kicked the drum.

Her face was covered with tears, her body was clearly shaking, she was afraid of death, but she still stood up.

"Shoot!" The Japanese Major roared almost out of control.

Gunshots rang out and the woman fell.

In the mournful cry, another woman wanted to go on again, but was resolutely stopped by the crowd.

The middle-aged man was full of grief and indignation. With the help of several people, he lifted the big drum, which was covered in blood, before the crowd.

"Boom boom boom!"

Alone, beat the drums hard!

Every time the drumstick fell, the drum sounded like thunder, accompanied by a blood mist.

In the lens of the French reporter 50 meters away, the blood mist rising with the sound of drums is like a cluster of blood-red rhododendrons in full bloom, so beautiful that it is almost monstrous.

It was like, the woman never fell, no, rather, they were still there, dancing there.

That is the real dance of life.

In the sound of the war drums of "dong dong dong", only the middle-aged man could be heard roaring with the greatest strength in his life: "The big knife, cut it on the heads of the devils!"

"Big knife!"

"Chop at the heads of the devils!" The remaining women who were stubbornly blocked by the crowd reacted and roared loudly.

Compared to the increasingly fierce gunfire on the other side, although they had done their best, their voices still seemed weak.

However, the Chinese standing beside them were not just a few of them, but a lot of people.

"Boom!"

"Big knife!"

"Cut on the heads of the devils."

"Big knife!"

"Cut on the heads of the devils."

. . . . . .

First a few people, then dozens of people, and then hundreds of thousands of people.

Although there were not many Chinese standing on the bank of the river from the bullets that the Japanese army might have fired, more and more Chinese people joined in on the roofs, in the shops, and by the windows, and they merged into one voice and shouted wildly. :

"Big knife! Slash at the heads of the devils!"

Jin Ge is like thunder, drums are like thunder, and roar is like thunder.

One after another, thunder exploded on the edge of heaven and hell.

Even Jiro Wakiban, who was more than 800 meters away in a straight line, couldn't help but look here at that moment, what are the Chinese yelling at?
In front of the window of the theater, the man in the black robe clenched his fist suddenly, his fingernails pierced the skin, and the dark red blood slowly flowed out from the fingers, and he didn't realize it.

He didn't expect that after more than ten years in the arena, and seeing life and death like him, he would be shocked by the scene in front of him.

Although there was only one sentence left in the singing of the tens of thousands of people, that sentence made even his blood boil. He just wanted to stand among them, raising his arms and shouting: "The big sword is on the heads of the devils. chop off."

For the first time in his life, he did not look down at ordinary people in ragged clothes. He was not only a bystander, but also a participant, and they were partners.

Come to think of it, all the Chinese who have witnessed this have the same feeling as this ruthless Jianghu boss, and they will never forget the afternoon of October 10th.

A hundred meters away, there was a bloody battlefield. Those women who were graceful and unattainable, used their bodies as hammers, beat drums, and stood one by one on their most splendid stage, inspiring thousands of people with their blood. Huh: "The big knife, cut it to the heads of the devils."

So, what kind of atmosphere is it?What kind of heroic is it?Just thinking about it makes me shudder.

Trembling to tears.

They know that they will never forget this day, but they don't know that from this moment on, the descendants of these people, in the decades after the war, will also say no to Kou Zhi's products!
Time, the devil, can wipe out friendships, wipe out love, and forget family relationships, but only family feuds cannot be forgotten!Don't forget!
If you forget this, the clan may not exist in the world!

Looking at the battlefield in front of him, the lieutenant colonel of the army listened to the explosion of thunder in the distant settlement, his eyes filled with tears, but he smiled.

Even if it was only a few meters away from him, an infantry artillery shell was exploding on the solid wall. Although it failed to penetrate the wall, the terrifying shock wave still shook the building, and countless dust fell on his determined face.

But he was still smiling.

Because he knows that with this sound, no matter whether he is defeated or not today, the strategic goal has been achieved.

From this moment on, the whole Songhu, the whole of China, will hear a voice: The Great Wall will never fall!
Yin Teng Zhong Er's black face was so distorted that the roar could be heard throughout the field command: "Shoot them! Shoot those pariahs! I see how many of them dare to stand there."

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Three red flares shot into the sky from somewhere in the concession.

The red glow was particularly dazzling in the afternoon sun.

The flare gun, still smoking white, was in Brigadier General Smallet's hand.

More than one infantry battalion of heavily armed Western coalition troops walked out from various fortifications to the abandoned field fortifications on the river bank, and light and heavy machine guns were also carried out.

"General!" Colonel West opened his mouth in surprise.

That is the meaning of ordering the whole army to be on first-level vigilance in the concession. It is released when the Chinese and Japanese armies are fighting fiercely, and it is easy to miss the gun.

"The Japanese are challenging our bottom line. If we don't respond accordingly, they will become more and more excessive."

"If they want war, come on! If the Chinese are fearless, how can our coalition be weaker than them?"

Staring at the people who were still standing by the river bank, listening to the singing like a stormy sea coming from his ears, the Brigadier General of the Empire Never Sets said softly to the colonel standing beside him:

"Trust me, James, the Japanese can't win this war, and time will tell, I was right."

The surprised colonel did not hear the murmur of His Excellency the Brigadier General: History has taught us that when women choose to go to the battlefield, that nation is invincible.In particular, there are [-] million people in this nation!

The brigadier's words came true, and 13 years later, when the poor but united China set foot on the northern ice sheet in a shocking gesture to the world, it single-handedly fought the Western Allied Forces to a tie.

World War I shocked the world, and China won respect and time for development.

If the dove of peace flying in the sky is just because of its cuteness, the most likely outcome is to be made into a dish.

(End of this chapter)