The War of Resistance

The sudden explosion plunged the Japanese army into temporary chaos, but with the end of the attack in the dark night, the Japanese army quickly became organized.

However, although the Japanese soldiers also used flashlights to see the direction in which the grenade was flying, when the Japanese soldiers swarmed over, they saw nothing but seeing four of their companions stabbed to death under a broken wall.

In the eyes of the current Japanese officers and soldiers, it is natural to die fighting for the emperor. They shouted "Long live the emperor" at the same time, which was also the time when the beast's blood was boiling and the adrenal glands were stimulated.

If you were suddenly shot at this time, you would be dead, and you would even feel resentful, saying that my contribution to the emperor was too small!

But while the soldier was sleeping, he was stabbed to death with a bayonet without anyone noticing, and was blown up to death by a grenade falling from the sky. No one knew when the god of death would come, so how could this happen? Not creepy!

Unable to sleep, the Japanese soldiers used flashlights and even lit several bonfires near the camp and even an independent house. Only light could make the Japanese soldiers feel safer.

Under that light, the Japanese army searched the perimeter of the station and arranged more guard posts, but there was no trace of the person who attacked them.

At this time, Shang Zhen, who was hiding in the dark, was looking at the fire not far away and the figures of the Japanese soldiers under the fire. He couldn't help but feel a little lucky in his heart, thanks to the fact that he had chosen a farther hiding place!

At this time, Shang Zhen was hiding in the attic of a two-story building. However, a corner of the attic had been destroyed by the war, and he was looking out through the collapsed area.

Previously, Shang Zhen decided to sneak attack the Japanese army and walked away for more than half an hour. That was because he followed the idea of ​​"want to advance before retreating" and found a hiding place for himself first.

Shang Zhen had been chased by the Japanese army too many times, and Shang Zhen didn't want to be chased away like a rabbit by the Japanese army again after he attacked the Japanese army.

But he didn't expect that this time the Japanese army did not use flares, but randomly lit several fires, and even a house was used for lighting. If the hiding place he chose was any closer, there would be no guarantee that this would happen. The house was also raided by the Japanese army.

In that case, it doesn't mean that he will definitely be burned to death by the Japanese army in this building, but it would be embarrassing to think about that situation!

Seeing that the Japanese army stopped searching outside, Shang Zhen yawned and decided to take a nap. He was sleepy and hungry.

But at this moment, Shang Zhen suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness. He was tired, physically and mentally exhausted.

The search for Gao Yuyan was fruitless, his companions were not around, Leng Xiaozhi was not around either, and his parents had left him. Now it was as if he was alone against the fierce enemy.

Alas, why did you end up in this dung heap?

Shang Zhen couldn't help but feel a little sorry for himself.

When he got here, he subconsciously touched the door.

There is a gun beside him, which is the Type 38 rifle he used before. When he was looking for a place to stay, he put the gun here.

The rifle was there, as was the cannon on his body, and Shang Zhen felt at ease.

The wine master said that Du Kang was the only one who could relieve his worries, while the warrior said that his rifle was the only one who could relieve his worries!

Shang Zhen tried his best to deal with the disappointment deep in his heart, then leaned against the wall of the attic and closed his eyes.

A long combat career has tempered Shang Zhen's nerves to a great extent. When death becomes the norm, people will despise life and death. If they are always cautious, they will become mentally ill.

The Japanese troops in the distance were still carefully on guard. For the Japanese troops, they were destined to have no sleep tonight. They just hoped that the reinforcements from the south bank of the Huaihe River would come quickly and transport some heavy weapons so that they could consolidate their positions.

In fact, for both the enemy and us, the battle was not perfect. The 51st Army of the Northeast Army built a line of defense within a hundred miles of the Huaihe River, but it could only set up defenses in key areas.

On the other hand, the same is true for the Japanese army. Their military strength is also limited.

Because of their limited strength, they could neither attack at multiple points along the hundred-mile-long defense line, nor could they attack only a certain point.

The former is really a waste of troops, while the latter is not a bet. If you only attack one point but can't win it, doesn't it become a bet?

At this time, such a picture was already presented.

In the distance, the invaders armed with guns and ammunition were still trembling with fear. Nearby, there were devastation and ruins caused by the war. In a dilapidated attic, a young Chinese soldier actually fell asleep.

The firelight in the distance slightly illuminated his young face, and he no longer had the fierce or calm temperament he had when fighting the enemy on the battlefield.

In his sleep, he subconsciously hugged his shoulders. It was because of the cold.

Killing the enemy was a laborious task, and he couldn't kill him without using any strength. He sweated a lot.

And when I killed the enemy, I was stained with the enemy's blood. It was warm at first, but then it became cold, and the temperature now is only around zero. Everything is being devoured by invisible beasts. Touching the heat in his body and mind.

At this time, he was more like a wandering wanderer. No matter where his mother or lover was, he seemed so helpless.

It's a pity that now he can no longer count on anyone to give him warmth and safety. On the contrary, he must be a tree to support the sky behind him and the women, children and children.

He is an adult now, but sometimes he doesn't feel it. He feels like he is also a child sometimes.

But how can the passage of years be affected by human will? Now he must be a fearless brave man, even if he is shattered to pieces.

If he died, I wonder if he would be like the cane in the hand of Kuafu who chased the sun in ancient times, turning into a peach forest to give the weak a place to live.

Perhaps, this is the price of growth!

But in a broad sense, what can he complain about as he is still breathing?

In this town that is almost in ruins, how many Northeastern heroes have turned into cold corpses. As time goes by, their corpses and even their bones will no longer exist. Who can know what happened after their death? They just want to prevent themselves and their countrymen from becoming slaves to the country's subjugation.

Of course, the living continue to fight, and the dead return to the cold earth. Is this the destination of everyone's life? Is it called One Hundred Years of Solitude?

This time Shang Zhen fell into a deep sleep, which in scientific terms is called "deep sleep."

It was so rare for him to be able to sleep for a while at this time. Even dreaming became a luxury. He fell into a deep sleep until a certain moment when he was awakened by the sound of gunshots and explosions again.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and to his surprise, he no longer saw the firelight from the collapsed attic, and he saw only a slightly bright sky.

What's going on? Shang Zhen was a little confused.

The color was only slightly brighter that day, which was just after the darkness before dawn. Why was there no firelight?

Shang Zhen touched the rifle beside him and crawled forward cautiously.

And when the attic could no longer restrain his gaze, he was surprised to find that the fires that had been lit by the Japanese army had no flames, and even the house that was lit was still in the dim sky. White steam is coming out.

Was this—killed by the little devil?

Thinking of this, Shang Zhen suddenly felt happy, and he turned back from the incomplete part of the attic.

The attic was bombed in the southeast corner, and in the northwest corner of the attic there was a small window with window paper that had been torn open at some point and was swaying in the breeze.

Shang Zhen looked to the northwest, and then he saw explosive fire and tracer bullets cutting through the darkness in the northwest corner of the town. The sound of gunshots and explosions came from there.

Is it Uncle Wang and the others who came back to look for me? Shang Zhen rejected the idea just after he came up with it.

First, this is not Old Uncle Wang, no, or this is not the fighting style of their group. Secondly, Old Uncle Wang and the others can’t make such a big noise!

But then Shang Zhen felt his heart heat up. He suddenly understood that the Northeast Army had begun to counterattack!

Xiao Bengbu must not fall into the control of the Japanese army. The Northeast Army will take Xiao Bengbu back no matter what!

I am not alone. In this darkest moment for the Chinese nation, there are countless people from the Northeast, Northwest, South, Jiangnan and even all Chinese who are unwilling to be slaves to the subjugation of the country and are building a new Great Wall with their own flesh and blood. There are countless soldiers from all over the world charging forward, braving enemy fire!

You are not alone!