Anti-Japanese Special Warfare Soul

Chapter 349

At this time, Wang Changfeng and the soldiers in the forest had already slept soundly.

When I woke up from this sleep, I felt refreshed, and I was exhausted before I left.

At this time, the sky has gradually darkened.

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

"Grandma, I'm starving to death! It's all because of these damned little devils, you bastards."

Especially Niu Dali, a strong man, got up, slapped his butt, and immediately went to find something to eat, cursing.

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

Even when he was talking, he called these little devils by their names and cursed them from time to time.

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

"Phew, it's good to be alive, to be able to continue killing devils again!"

Zhao Haihong, Xu Guoren and others also woke up one after another, looking at the dark sky, they all said 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, their mission now is to kill devils, kill devils, kill devils!

Kill these little devils and beasts, and drive them out of China as soon as possible.

Let the oppressed and mutilated people live a stable life.

In fact, at this time on the land of China, the people living in dire straits and wars do not want to live a rich life.

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

It doesn't matter if you are poor!
However, despite this, for the common people, a stable life in poverty has become a luxury.

"What's the matter, the living will suffer!"

However, just after Zhao Haihong, Xu Guoren and the others finished speaking, Cui Qi who was on the side spoke directly with her mouth curled up.

In her understanding, people are living in this world, living in this war with little devils, they are suffering, it is better to die, and the joy of not knowing anything.

"Uh!"

"..."

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

"Ugh!"

However, when Cui Qi heard what they said, she didn't say anything else, she just sighed.

However, one could hear the helplessness and grief in Cui Qi's tone.

"Cui Qi is right, the living must suffer!"

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

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

No matter in what age, when people come to this world and live, they suffer.

Whether it is the poor or the rich, they all have their own helplessness and their own pain.

The poor yearn for the affluent life that the rich can enjoy without worrying about food and drink.

However, they don't know the helplessness of the rich.

The rich, on the other hand, envy the lives of the poor. They are very simple. Although they live in poverty, they don't have too many intrigues and intrigues.

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

So, no matter what era you are in, the living are the ones who suffer, whether you are rich or poor.

"The dead are in the sky, but the living are in the mud. There is a lot of truth in this 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 liberated and no longer suffer.

However, now that we are still alive, this is not our luck, but our responsibility. Since we are alive, then we must take up this responsibility, continue to fight against Japan, kill devils, avenge the sacrificed comrades, and sacrifice for the Nanjing Massacre. During the war, the hundreds of thousands of compatriots who died tragically took revenge, and used the blood of little devils and beasts, as well as their filthy lives, to pay homage to the compatriots who died tragically. "

Wang Changfeng looked at the crowd, and said two words heavily: "Responsibility!"

He went on to say: "This is the responsibility of the living! No one can change it."

"Ok!"

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

Yes, this is the responsibility.

No one can change the responsibility of the living!

Since the comrades-in-arms exchanged their lives for their new lives and let them survive, it means that they shoulder the responsibility of continuing to kill devils and continue to resist the Japanese.

Still the same sentence, even though they are still alive at this time, they are no longer living for themselves.

They live for the dead comrades, with the belief of the dead comrades, kill devils, kill devils!

Looking at Zhao Haihong, Xu Guoren and others who were bowing their heads in thought, Wang Changfeng smiled slightly and said loudly: "Okay, what are you doing in a daze, since you are alive, you should boldly charge forward, no matter how many little devils 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 others lit up instantly, and they all said loudly:
"Yes, what are you afraid of? To live is to do, to kill, to kill all these little devils and beasts, to kill them all!"

"Kill kill kill!"

"........."

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

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

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

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

Therefore, cooking for Wang Changfeng and these lovely and respectable soldiers, and healing wounds, Zhao Jingyi was very happy and satisfied.

However, seeing the fewer and fewer soldiers, Zhao Jingyi's heart was also very painful.

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

Whether it is the winning side or the losing side, the dead soldiers are nothing but numbers.

Because the battlefield will always be a ruthless meat grinder.

As long as soldiers step into it, no one will be spared.

Before that, Zhao Jingyi didn't quite understand.

But after so many battles, she understood.

"Okay, sister Jingyi!"

"Haha, there's something to eat!"

"I'm starving, hurry up!"

"..."

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

"Hey, my sister!"

And Xu Tao on the side also said with a complacent smile.

"Let's go, have a full stomach, and take good care of your wounds, so that you can kill devils!"

Under the leadership of Wang Changfeng, everyone smiled and walked over to the food place where Zhao Jingyi and others had prepared.

(End of this chapter)