Rise From Eight Hundred

Chapter 64 The Dance of Life

 The Japanese army opened fire.

The offensive had already suffered setbacks, and the Japanese army's top commander on both wings, Major Yin Tengchuang, who was driven crazy by the Chinese people, finally ordered the gunmen lurking in the ruins to open fire.

The Japanese Major had no patience to wait any longer to overwhelm the stubborn fortress and hang the Chinese soldiers inside in front of the Chinese untouchables. He was going to make them suffer now.

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

In the telescope, the woman fell down at the sound, and a ferocious and cruel smile appeared on Yin Tengchuer's dark face unique to Hokkaido fishermen.

 With the leader dead, those untouchables should have scattered and fled like frightened chickens!

That kind of sad and ridiculous scene must be spectacular.

 But the next moment, the ferocity on the fisherman’s dark face solidified.

It's like a postmodern oil painting.

The graceful woman with blood blossoms on her body fell limply on the drum as the Japanese military commander wished. The singing stopped and the sound of the drum disappeared.

However, the Chinese people did not start to flee as the Japanese major officer imagined.

With exclamations, the young students put down the drums from their shoulders and formed a circle as quickly as possible to protect the woman who was shot.

The middle-aged people rushed forward with at least a hundred people and formed a human wall in front of the young people.

Young men protect women, and men protect young men.

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

The woman must have fallen into a coma. The young men lifted her body from the already red drum head and retreated. Countless people gathered around them, forming a human wall around them.

If the Japanese army fires again, they will bear the brunt.

 But this was not the real reason for the Japanese major's expression to freeze.

 Instead, another woman stood on the war drum, stamped her feet and kicked the big drum.

Her face was covered with tears, and 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.

Amidst the screams, another woman wanted to have **** with her again, but was firmly stopped by the crowd.

The middle-aged man looked full of grief and indignation. With the help of a few people, he lifted the big drum, which was covered with blood, in front of the crowd.

 “Dong dong dong!”

 Alone, playing the drums hard!

Every time the drumstick fell, the sound of the drum was thunderous, accompanied by a cloud of blood mist.

In the lens of a French reporter fifty meters away, the blood mist rising with the sound of drums is like a cluster of blooming blood-red cuckoos, so beautiful that it is almost eerie.

 Also, the woman never fell, no, more precisely, they are still there, still dancing.

 That is the real dance of life.

 Amidst the sound of "dong dong dong" war drums, the middle-aged man was heard roaring with all his strength: "With the broadsword, strike at the heads of the devils!"

 “Big knife!”

 “Chop off the heads of the devils.” The few remaining women who were blocked behind by the crowd reacted and roared loudly.

　　Compared to the increasingly fierce sound of gunfire on the other side, although they tried their best, their voices still seemed weak.

 However, there were not just a few of them, but many Chinese people standing beside them.

 “Boom!”

 “Big knife!”

 “Chop on the heads of the devils.”

“Big knife!” “Chop on the heads of the devils.”

  . . . . . .

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

Although the Japanese army may have fired bullets, there were not that many Chinese people standing on the river bank, but on the roofs of buildings, in shops, and at the windows, more and more Chinese people joined in, converging into one voice, shouting wildly :

 “Big knife! Strike at the heads of the devils!”

 The golden sword is like thunder, the sound of drums is like thunder, and the roar is like thunder.

 Thunders exploded on the edge of heaven and hell.

Even Jiro Wakiba, who was more than 800 meters away from here in a straight line, couldn't help but look here at that moment. What are the Chinese shouting?

In front of the theater window, a man in black robes suddenly clenched his fist, his nails pierced his skin, and red blood slowly flowed out from between his fingers, and he didn't realize it.

He did not expect that after more than ten years of wandering around the world and being used to seeing life and death, he would be shocked to the point of being overwhelmed by the scene before him.

Although only one line of the song from tens of thousands of people was left in the end, that one line was so loud that even his blood boiled. He just wanted to stand among them, raise his arms and shout: "Blade, point it at the heads of the devils." Cut it off."

For the first time in his life, he did not look down at those ragged ordinary people. He was not only a spectator, but also a participant. They were partners.

 Come to think of it, all the Chinese people who witnessed all this had the same feeling as this ruthless gangster. They will never forget the afternoon of October 27.

A hundred meters away, there was a **** battlefield. Those graceful and originally unattainable women used their bodies as hammers and beat the war drums. One after another, they stood on their most glorious stage, inspiring tens of thousands of people with their blood. Call: "With the broadsword, strike at the heads of the devils."

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

Shuddering to the point of tears.

They know that they will never forget this day, but they don’t know that from this moment on, their descendants, decades after the war, will also say to the Kou’s products, “No!”

Time is the devil that can destroy friendship, eliminate love, and forget family ties, but family hatred cannot be forgotten! Don’t forget!

Those who forget this, their clan may not exist in the world!

Looking at the battlefield in front of him, the lieutenant colonel of the army who could not witness all this listened to the thunder that sounded in the concession in the distance. His eyes filled with tears, but he smiled.

Even though it was only a few meters away from him, an infantry artillery shell exploded on the solid wall. Although it failed to penetrate the wall, the terrible shock wave still made the building shake, and countless dust fell on his determined face.

 But he was still laughing.

 Because he knows that with this voice, regardless of whether he is defeated today, the strategic goal has been achieved.

From this moment on, the whole of Songhu and the whole of China will hear a voice: The Great Wall will never fall!

Yin Tengzhonger's black face was so ferocious and twisted that his roaring voice could be heard throughout the field headquarters: "Shoot them! Shoot those untouchables! Let's see how many of them dare to stand there."

“Bang! Bang! Bang!” Three red flares shot into the sky from somewhere in the concession.

 The red ones are particularly dazzling in the afternoon sun.

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

More than one infantry battalion of heavily armed Western coalition forces walked out of various fortifications and stationed themselves in the abandoned field fortifications on the river bank. Light and heavy machine guns were also carried out.

 “General!” Colonel Western opened his mouth in surprise.

That means to order the entire army in the concession to be on first-level alert. If it is released during a fierce battle between the Chinese and Japanese armies, it is easy for the gun to go off.

"The Japanese are challenging our bottom line. If we don't respond accordingly, they will go further and further." The Imperial Brigadier General's face was indifferent.

“If they want war, then let’s do it! If the Chinese are fearless, how can our coalition be weaker than them?”

With his eyes staring at the crowd of people still standing on the river bank, and listening to the singing that sounded like a stormy sea in his ears, the Imperial Brigadier-General of the Sun Never Sets whispered to the colonel standing next to him:

“Believe me, James, the Japanese can’t win this war, and time will tell you that I was right.”

The surprised colonel did not hear the brigadier general’s whisper: History has told us that when women all choose to go to the battlefield, that nation will be invincible. Especially, this nation has 400 million people!

The brigadier general's words came true. Thirteen years later, when China, a poor but united country, set foot on the northern ice sheet with a shocking appearance that shocked the world, it single-handedly fought a draw with the Western coalition forces.

 The First World War shocked the world, China won respect and gained time for development.

The dove of peace flying in the sky, if it is just because it is cute, will most likely end up being made into a dish.

 (End of this chapter)