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Si Qingheng's heart was dark at this moment.

He wanted to beat Si Qingyan with his shoe sole.

Are you trying to piss me off to death?

Si Qingheng almost couldn't help crying.

Why are you like this, you little brat? You're really not letting me rest assured!

"Be careful."

Just when Si Qingheng wanted to say something, Si Qingyan grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him behind him.

Si Qingheng stared at the large circle of ammunition belts and grenades around Si Qingyan's waist, his eyelids twitching. If you ignore the current background, at first glance, Si Qingyan looked like she had just returned from the market.

"What are you doing here?" Si Qingheng asked in a low voice.

"Are you retreating?" Si Qingyan asked back.

Liu Saner sent a secret letter to say that there was a traitor under Si Qingheng's command, and that the Japanese army's follow-up troops had arrived, asking them to retreat as soon as possible. The traitor had been dealt with by Si Qingyan in advance, and there was no rumor. If they retreated at this time, it might still be in time.

Si Qingheng shook his head and said seriously:

"I can't retreat."

One step back means one inch of territory lost.

"Yeah." Si Qingyan said no more.

Since Si Qingheng has made his decision, he should respect his wishes.

But he can't watch Si Qingheng die here anyway.

At this point, Si Qingheng felt that it was unlikely that Si Qingyan would leave obediently. He was helpless about it, but he could only bite the bullet and rush to the front line.

Si Qingyan has always been by his side, guarding him. Even though he is good at fighting and his marksmanship is terrifyingly accurate, Si Qingheng has to pay attention to Si Qingyan from time to time, for fear that he will get hurt.

Occasionally, Si Qingyan would return a frank smile, and Si Qingheng couldn't bear to look at it. The face that could fascinate thousands of girls in the past was blackened by gunpowder smoke. When he smiled, he showed white and dazzling teeth that seemed to be shining. Don't mention how silly it was.

Perhaps the Japanese army's follow-up troops were still on the way, and the war situation had been tepid, so it was not a big problem to deal with it. Occasionally, Si Qingheng could take turns to rest.

At dawn, the Japanese offensive became fierce again.

The attacking team climbed up the top of the city again and again, and was chopped down by Wancheng soldiers with swords and bayonets. When they fell to the ground, their brains burst and blood poured like a bucket, but they still kept flowing, as if they would not stop fighting until the city was broken.

As long as they could break through the gate of this ancient country, they could plunder countless precious treasures and send them to their hometown. Such a low-cost and high-return thing, for the emperor, for their hometown...even if they died, it was a meaningful thing. When their eyes shifted to the faces of the Wancheng defenders, their hearts instantly ignited a raging fire. Obviously, they came to help this backward country become stronger, but why did these people resist? Isn't it normal to pay some price in the process of becoming stronger?

This group of ignorant, ignorant and backward people has no need to exist at all!

Kill! Kill all these people! All those who go against the emperor's wishes must die! ! !

The charging Japanese drew out their bayonets, raised them high, shouted slogans of loyalty, and rushed towards the city wall. Si Qingyan aimed at their heads and shot them down.

Kill as many as you can.

None of the foreigners who come to this battlefield are innocent.

The Japanese army fell silent again after failing to capture Wancheng for a long time.

The broken flags on the city gate fluttered in the wind, and the bodies below piled up like a mountain. Countless gray faces were left with dark red blood clots.

More than half of the defenders of Wancheng were killed or wounded. Next time, it will be even more difficult to resist.

After noon, the Japanese army attacked the city.

This time, the city wall could no longer withstand the charge, and soldiers with live ammunition kept rushing up the city wall. When the two sides keep a certain distance, guns and cannons are more effective. When they face each other, the war turns into a cold weapon confrontation.

"Listen to my orders, kill!"

Si Qingheng held a Tang sword in his hand and rushed to the Japanese on the city wall first, slashing left and right, one on each side.

"Follow the commander and kill——"

The remaining soldiers roared with all their strength, shouting at the top of their lungs, and rushed behind Si Qingheng.

This group of people, most of their clothes were stained red with blood, and people died every minute and every second. There were people who walked with difficulty, and there were also disabled people who resolutely pulled the grenade ring to hug the enemy and exploded.

There was a sniper on the opposite side aiming at Si Qingheng's head. Si Qingyan held her breath and killed him before the other party pulled the trigger.

On a large battlefield, the power of an individual is particularly weak.

Perhaps everything that happened today is just a few short lines in the history textbook, or even an unimportant test point, and it is even a drop in the ocean in the long river of history, not worth mentioning. But at this time, everyone who was holding on to the scene had the belief that they must die, squeezed every inch of strength in their blood and bones, and fought the enemy to the death until the last moment of their lives.

Si Qingyan can no longer remember when he last went to the battlefield in person. At that time, he was not as powerless as he is now. It turns out that being a human being is like this.

As the sun moved westward, more and more Japanese soldiers rushed onto the city wall. By nightfall, the defenders of Wancheng had lost half of the city.

The Japanese army rested again, and only one in ten defenders of Wancheng survived.

At this time, there were different degrees of unrest all over the country. Workers went on strike, students boycotted school, and supported Si Qingheng, the defender of Wancheng, and asked the Nanjing government to send troops.

Si Qingheng's deeds of resisting the enemy's active counterattack quickly spread throughout the East, and all walks of life were trying to find ways to reinforce him. The Northeast has been lost, will North China also fall? Below Wancheng is Beiping. Even if the dynasty has been destroyed, this is the capital in everyone's heart. If one day, even Beiping is taken away, what is the difference between that and breaking bones?

The Japanese army did not dare to gamble. Did Si Qingheng really have no backup...

If some people suddenly send reinforcements, wouldn't it affect the process of annexing the East?

Overall, Si Qingheng was the only one who was extremely hard-boned and never groveled. As long as this hard pillar was leveled, the road ahead should be smooth.

"Commander, we are guarding, you can withdraw first."

Si Qingheng was very sincere and never treated a soldier poorly. Under his rule, Wancheng's academic style was strict and its officials were clear-minded. It was much better than Commander Yin's time.

At such a critical moment, the soldiers under Si Qingheng's command were reluctant to let anything happen to him and did not want to see him die in the city. If the commander survives, he will be able to regain his strength one day, and by then he will be able to drive the Japanese back.

"What are you talking about?" Si Qingheng smiled and patted the soldier on the shoulder, but still did not change his mind.

From the first day he set foot on the battlefield, he began to fear death. I have been working hard to climb higher, and finally it’s time to control my own destiny.

To this day, he still doesn't want to die, but some things are more important than living.

"Commander, brothers all want you to evacuate! Just leave this place to us and let us cover your breakout!"

The soldier suddenly became excited and tears welled up in his eyes. Everyone used to call them Tiedan, Ergou, Hutou, and Zhuzhu. When they called out, a large number of people in the military camp agreed. It was the commander who asked them one by one, named them, and taught them how to write them stroke by stroke. He was also the commander, and he never deducted military pay. , let everyone grow from a skinny bamboo pole into a strong man. In the past, the family was too poor to eat, and they could not stand firmly during training. When the commander learned the reason, he did not punish them, but instead used his own money to improve their food. Sometimes the second young master Si saw that their faces were blue, and everyone looked at them. The guys were so happy.

But... that busy, fulfilling and happy life is gone forever. In the past few days, all the brothers who trained together have died, and the few who survived are about to die... Commander, you can't die here. . He should not be reduced to broken limbs with people like them who are as stupid as stone and clay. His head cannot be taken off by the Japanese and hung on the wall.

"Even if I die, I will never abandon you." Si Qingheng's voice was hoarse, but his tone was very solemn. His lips were chapped and bleeding from not taking in water for too long, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Commander..." The strong man whose face was blackened by the fireworks sobbed and cried. He was rushed out of two white lanes. He squatted down and hugged Si Qingheng's legs, crying until he hiccupped.

"Why are you crying? It's better to kill a few little devils if you have the energy." Si Qingheng patted the back of his head gently, with mixed emotions.

He was also wondering whether it was the right decision to make.

No matter what he says, his subordinates will follow him through life and death.

The fate of thousands of people was gathered together, but he chose a dead end.

"Commander, none of us regret it."

"Brothers are all volunteering."

"We men should protect our families and our country."

"Okay." Si Qingheng dragged the man on the ground up, turned around and went to the front line.

Si Qingyan followed him all the time, and when the others saw him, they called out "Third Young Master" in awe. Although the third young master is good at shooting, everyone has always thought that he is a scholar, and they did not expect that he would still be here at this time. I can also understand why the Commander's face is so dark and his brows are so frowned that they could kill a fly.

Due to limited conditions, Wancheng did not build a helicopter that could fight, nor did it have a pilot who could fly a plane.

The moonlight was as clear as daylight, and at night, the Japanese army began to airdrop.

The artillery shells slid out from under the fighter jets, and they fell towards the defenders' camp like a darting swallow. Big flowers of blood suddenly bloomed on the ground.

boom--

Wail and scream.

Flesh and blood were everywhere, and broken limbs were everywhere.

The soil was wet with blood, and the sky and earth were filled with a heavy dark red.

Even though Si Qingheng dodged in time, he was still affected.

The heat wave hit his legs unconsciously, and the violent explosion made his ears buzz and roar. He lost consciousness instantly, and finally his eyes were fixed on Si Qingyan's face that suddenly changed color not far away...

At that time, the heavy machine gun in Si Qingyan's hand was too hot and he could no longer continue shooting. He took aim at an empty machine gun, which seemed to be in good condition. He was about to replace it when he turned around and saw Si Qingheng's Blood and flesh flying everywhere...

My heart is empty.

He had never had a family member and never knew what it felt like. It felt natural and comfortable when getting along with Si Qingheng. It seemed that no matter what he did, Si Qingheng would resist for him as long as he could hold him back. If he couldn't, he would die before him. Even if Si Qingheng is just an ordinary person without any earth-shaking supernatural powers, in Si Qingyan's heart, his status is different from others.

If Si Qingheng died... Si Qingyan immediately began to think about how to find his soul and how to repair Si Qingheng... At the same time, he threw away his gun and rushed straight into the pit to find Si Qingheng. Qingheng.

The flesh and blood on his back was scorched, and the remaining unicorn tattoo was looming, with spiderweb-like broken marks appearing. When Si Qingyan reached out to detect his breath, she found that there was still a faint breath... and suddenly he breathed a sigh of relief.

Just be alive.

Qilin Tattoo blocked Si Qingheng's life from the cannonball that instantly killed him. In addition to the trauma on his back, what was more serious was the back of his head. The violent concussion directly put Si Qingheng into a deep coma. Si Qingyan was a little worried that he would become a fool. The brain is a very complex area, and Si Qingyan still doesn't know how to explore it, let alone how to repair the tiny damage.

If I had known, I should have shaved off Si Qingheng's hair and tattooed some patterns on the top of his head. Unfortunately, it was too late when I remembered it.

unwise.

But...as long as Si Qingheng is still alive and his soul is still there, he can always be saved.

His chest was fine. Si Qingyan carefully touched his abdomen and felt that there was no injury inside, so he carried Si Qingheng on his back.

The soldiers who saw this scene along the road thought Si Qingheng was dead and burst into tears.

"Third Young Master, our commander..."

"He's not dead. Let's see if he can be revived." Time was running out, so Si Qingyan hurriedly replied and continued to retreat.

"All brothers! Escort the third young master..." The soldier was about to shout, but Si Qingyan stopped him with his eyes.

"Shh." Si Qingyan shook her head.

If someone notices you for this, you won't be able to get out.

"Third Young Master, please."

"Take care." Si Qingyan looked back and said.

The soldier saluted Si Qingyan's back and shouted:

"We will always be the commander's soldiers, and we will always be Wancheng's soldiers. We died to protect the country today! We deserved to die!"

"Die to protect the country! Die a worthy death!" the remaining soldiers responded in unison.

Si Qingyan silently carried Si Qingheng through the heavy artillery fire.

The road was very difficult to walk and there were corpses everywhere. What's even more sad is that those corpses were still living people not long ago.

There were explosions everywhere, and dust was covered layer by layer, as if they were taking the initiative to collect the remains of the deceased.

The moonlight was too bright, and Si Qingyan was almost targeted. He turned slightly to avoid the bullet, and spread out his tyrannical soul power, directly locking on nearby enemies and annihilating their souls.

A dark cloud in the sky blocked the moon, which greatly facilitated his movement. Si Qingyan took a deep breath, trying to relieve the pain of having her soul targeted by this world. Her throat was filled with the dry smell of mud and the pungent smell of gunpowder.

The effect is not obvious.

He was getting farther and farther away from the scene of the fierce battle.

The wound on Si Qingheng's back was dripping with blood, and the winding scarlet marks left on the ground reflected thick light.

Far behind Si Qingyan, a soldier with a slender figure and a green face silently changed into Si Qingheng's clothes, buckled on his badge, and put on Si Qingheng's military cap.

When I was training soldiers, I really envied the commander.

Young, handsome, and in a high position. Brothers in the family live in harmony.

Now I finally put on the commander's clothes as I wished...

One commander must die in battle.

"If I die, you will kill my face... do you understand?"

He whispered to his colleague next to him.

"...Okay." The man originally wanted not to say such depressing words, but the matter was at this point, and no matter how many kind words he said, it would be in vain.

After walking for a long time, Si Qingyan looked back at the flag hanging at the gate of Wancheng City and found that only half of it was left. The color became darker after being soaked, and the end was still dripping with blood.

The crimson flag, the "commander" whose face was hidden in the darkness, and the rustling wind gradually faded away.

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After carrying Si Qingheng away from the battlefield, Si Qingyan was a little confused for a moment.

He was walking in the wilderness, wondering where to go.

Si Qingheng was so seriously injured that he needed to be dealt with promptly. The Japanese army was attacking with a crushing force, and there was no absolutely safe place to hide for the time being. There was an American-run church in Wancheng, and the Japanese did not dare to break in. Si Qingyan took out the ring finger left by Boss Su and planned to give it a try.

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