The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

Yang Dashu let go of Su Er angrily, and Su Er sat on the ground paralyzed, looking at these blood-stained national army soldiers, hugged his head and cried helplessly, finally crying until his tears disappeared.

"After crying, pick up the gun and fight devils with us, avenge your parents!" Looking at Su Er who was crying helplessly, Yang Dashu threw a captured [-] rifle into his arms.

Regarding Yang Dashu's behavior, Yang Ling did not stop him. This is an era of broken mountains and rivers, and it is also an era of suffering. The Japanese invaders are ferocious, the country is lost, and Suzhou has already fallen. Instead of letting this young man live in grief, it is better to let him Take up arms to fight against the invaders and avenge his dead parents.

Holding the heavy rifle in his hand, Su Er's eyes flashed with hatred. He stood up and was about to rush out of the house, seeking revenge from the devil.

"What are you doing?" Yang Dashu saw that Su Er was about to walk out of the house with a gun, and hurriedly grabbed him.

"Kill the devil for revenge!"

"Killer, can you shoot?"

After being told by Yang Dashu, Su Er suddenly realized that he didn't know how to use a gun. He raised his head and said stubbornly, "You can kill people without shooting!"

Seeing Su Er's glow of hatred, Yang Dashu was so stared at, "If you don't shoot and kill that bastard, I'm afraid you haven't killed the devil yet. The devil will kill you first."

"Follow us, I will teach you to shoot later, and then you will fight the devil yourself to avenge your parents!"

"Yes, you can't kill the devil by rushing out like this. If you want revenge, you have to learn how to shoot. Platoon Leader Yang can teach you." Other soldiers also echoed, but he was dazzled by hatred and went out to die.

"Okay, you just need to teach me how to shoot a gun, and I'll go with you—" Su Er was silent for a while and said.

"Hey, that's right." Yang Dashu grinned seeing that Su Er was no longer stubborn to seek revenge from the devil.

"What's your name?"

"Su Er"

"Okay, Brother Su, do you know where there are people from us nearby?" Yang Dashu asked seriously.

After Yang Ling and the others rescued Liu Ming, the regimental deputy, and others safely, they did not stop their operations. Instead, they searched the city for the scattered soldiers, hoping to rescue one more.

These are brothers who fought bloody battles against the devils in Shanghai, and they are all veterans. Now it is imperative to fight guerrillas with the devils scattered in the city. Yang Ling hopes to gather them together and twist them into a force.

He Yang Ling has the ability to turn his hands into clouds and rain every day. He just hopes to do his part for this country and this nation. He can save as many people as he can. These veterans will be the backbone of the future war of resistance. They will be the backbone, and if one more is saved, the country will have more hope, and the newly recruited recruits in the army will be able to die less.

Text Chapter 154

The cloudy night was pitch black, and the city of Suzhou was shrouded in a horrific atmosphere. Those ghost soldiers with hideous faces were like ghosts from hell. Looting and killing.

The ruined city moaned and trembled under the iron heels of the Japanese invaders. The wild laughter and screams echoing in the streets and alleys made one's scalp numb. The flames that were about to burn to ashes swayed in the cold wind, like a will-o'-the-wisp from Jiuyou , and the city is like hell.

The people who hadn't had time to escape closed their doors and hid in their homes, suffering sleepless nights in fear, and the sound of guns near and far made them even more fearful.

The hundreds of wounded National Revolutionary Army soldiers who were hiding in the Beita Temple were driven like ducks to the square in front of the temple, surrounded by ghost soldiers with live ammunition.

The cold and damp square was brightly illuminated by torches, and the figures of devil soldiers were elongated by the flames on the mottled walls, fierce and tall, like giant beasts with bloody mouths.

The devils chased the soldiers too fast, and the wounded National Revolutionary Army soldiers who were injured in the bloody battle had no time to move, so they had to hide in the Baita Temple with the help of patriots and police in the city, hoping to escape disaster.

But their whereabouts had already been known by those traitors who had been bribed. As soon as the devil soldiers entered the city, these traitors excitedly contacted the devil soldiers, and brought the wounded soldiers together.

The wounded soldiers have been disarmed, and the corpses of the city police who protected them are being dragged out of the temple one by one, and thrown in a mess in a corner of the square. Several ghost soldiers are pouring gasoline on the corpses. Filled with the smell of blood and gasoline, they prepare to burn the body.

The wounded soldiers were exhausted and covered in blood. They had spent several months of bloody battles with the devil soldiers in the Shanghai area, and had already exhausted the last trace of strength in their bodies. .

On the blood-stained steps, Shao Zuo Shotaro Toshiro was in a straight uniform, holding a saber in both hands, and looked down upon these wounded Chinese soldiers with sad, hopeless and angry faces in the attitude of a victor. All resistance will be reduced to dust.

Shao Zuo Shotaro Toshida glanced over the faces of the wounded soldiers of the National Revolutionary Army, seeing their decadent, desperate, and sorrowful faces, they had lost all morale and had no power to resist. Proud, as a soldier, there is nothing more proud of than beating one's opponent to the point of losing confidence.

He waved to the traitor translator who was wearing a cotton robe behind him, and the traitor translator immediately walked up to him nodding and bowing.

"Let them surrender, and the imperial army can spare their lives."

Tosho Taro pointed to the wounded soldiers, and gave instructions to the traitor translator with a smile on his face.

Their conquest of China has always been not only by force, but also by spies to buy high-ranking officials, political inducement to surrender, regional partition, and disintegration of the financial order.

To force the National Revolutionary Army who had resisted them to surrender to them, as long as the propaganda in the newspapers can disintegrate the resistance confidence of the Squadron in public opinion, so Taro Tojo did not order these wounded soldiers to be shot, but Hope to persuade them to surrender, so as to achieve their insidious purpose.

The traitor translator nodded obsequiously to show that he understood, then turned to face the blood-stained wounded soldiers, the smile on his face disappeared, and he became extremely arrogant.

He coughed twice and shouted: "Brothers of the national army! You fought desperately and were scarred, but your chief abandoned you and fled alone. Such a chief is not worth your life, and such a government is not worth it. You go to die, the imperial army is kind today, as long as you surrender to the imperial army, the imperial army will find you the best doctor and use the best medicine, not only can you save your life, but also get promoted and rich, and start a new life, brothers, Surrender to the imperial army, as long as you want, the imperial army can give you."

Before the traitor translator could finish speaking, hundreds of wounded soldiers were already buzzing and whispering.

"Bah! A traitor! I won't surrender to the devil even if I die!"

"Brothers! The spirits of our dead brothers are watching us in heaven. If we surrender, how can we be worthy of those dead brothers!" A wounded soldier stood up tremblingly and shouted loudly.

Someone clenched his fists tightly and shouted: "Yes! If you don't surrender, we are fighting a national war! If you surrender and become a traitor, you will be stabbed in the back for the rest of your life! The folks in our hometown will also be unable to lift their heads for the rest of their lives! "

"We can't surrender! We can't be traitors!" The wounded soldiers clamored, all furious.

Seeing these wounded soldiers clamoring not to surrender, the traitor interpreter darkened his face, pointed at the piled up corpses over there and threatened fiercely: "As the saying goes, those who know current affairs are heroes. If you don't surrender, you will be killed over there." Those people who are here are your fate!"

"Dog traitor! You will go to the [-]th floor of hell for committing crimes! You will die!" Someone spat at the traitor translator.

"Dog traitor! You will be punished!"

……

Facing the insults from the wounded soldiers, the traitor translator's face turned green and pale, and a stern look flashed in his eyes: "Since you don't surrender! Then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

After finishing his harsh words, the traitor translator returned to the Shaozuo Tosotaro angrily, and shook his head at Totaro: "Your Majesty, they refuse to surrender."

Taro Toshiro looked at the gloomy faces of the wounded soldiers who were furious, and waved behind him. The Devil machine gunners on the sandbags immediately understood and pulled the handle to prepare to shoot.

Seeing the Devil's machine gunner pulling the handle, the wounded soldiers stood up with support one by one, facing the Devil's machine gun, and stretched out their chests.

The wind and the clouds rise, the mountains and rivers move——

The establishment of the Huangpu army is powerful, and the revolutionary warriors are loyal——

……

Who among the wounded soldiers hummed the military song, and it floated in the dark night, the voice became louder and louder, loud and solemn.

Da da da—— da da da—the machine guns of the devil soldiers rang out, and a string of tongues of flame flew towards these exhausted, blood-stained shooters, bullets burst into their chests. The blood mist, they are like autumn leaves, harvested by bullets and falling down one by one.

Sweep vertically and horizontally, rejuvenate China, invincible wherever possible, and make great contributions.

The flags are flaring, the golden drums are sounding, the dragons and tigers leap the army is majestic, loyal and precise.

Mobile offensive, brave and composure, surprise attacks, proactive and resourceful.

Let us take care of each other, unite ourselves, annihilate the enemy, and sing well.