Malan pointed at everything in front of her and whispered: "Brother Liu, please tell me what you have seen."

What did you see?

The busy construction site, half of the machines were dismantled and sweaty work, what else could be done besides these?

Liu Jianliang opened his mouth. Before he could say anything, a shrill air defense alarm suddenly sounded through the sky. The two fuselages were painted with sun flags. The Type 93 heavy bomber produced by Mitsubishi Heavy Industries in Japan appeared in a swaggering manner in the sky of Shanghai.

Seeing the two bombs projected from the bomber, two arcs with strong pressure were drawn in the air, and smashed them hard to the top of his head with a harsh roar. Liu Jianliang's pupils instantly shrank into the most dangerous needle-shaped shape. He hugged Malan with his backhand, and shouted loudly: "Be careful!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two bombs hit the hard land. At this time, the sky collapsed, and the whole earth was trembling. People who were still running around to find a safe shelter only felt their feet shaking hard and were thrown to the ground involuntarily. Those who were flexible in reaction, had already lying on the ground, and even covered their heads with their hands, felt that their chest was like a punched by someone on the face. The head, which was held tightly by their arms, was hit hard like a wooden stick as thick as an egg, and hundreds of golden stars flying around suddenly exploded in front of them.

In the terrible shock of suffocation, two balls of smoke rose into the sky and rushed straight up to thirty or forty meters high, and then rolled and sighed in the air with fluttering debris. At the same time, tens of thousands of shrapnel pieces of varying sizes, mixed with reinforced concrete torn into countless pieces, mixed with radial radial reinforced concrete within fifty meters.

In this factory area that is not the front line of war but is still bombed, there is chaos everywhere, with the groans of workers everywhere, and the air is filled with heavy smoke and blood.

Liu Jianliang looked at his hands blankly. He wanted to hug Malan tightly, and then use his body to provide Malan with a safe shelter, but he didn't hold anything. At the first moment, Malan rushed out and hugged a little girl who was only eleven or twelve years old, and protected her tightly under his body. When the two bombers disappeared in the sky with a swagger, he pulled the wound on his body because of the violent impulse. Malan, who was already sweating on his forehead, could still show a comforting smile to the little girl in his arms.

After a panic, four bloody corpses were carried to a relatively spacious place by the workers. Fifteen minutes later, another group of workers with tears in the corner of their eyes dug out a ruin with at least 17 or 18 steel bars pierced, and blood soaked the workers on the land under their feet.

The machine parts that had been dismantled escaped the bombing. They stood there silently, witnessing the darkest, most shameful, but also the most glorious moment in China! The blood of the workers had been splashed on their bodies, and they were even covered with dust that finally fell from the air.

The workers wiped away the tears from their faces, and they grabbed the tools that had been lost all over the floor again. The sound of rough, loud and sad trumpets began to sound in this factory that was constantly bombed but still hot. The crowds of people interrupted by the bombing, the arteries that kept conveying industrial blood began to flow again.

Liu Jianliang stared blankly at everything that was too incredible, staring at the workers whose eyes were emitting fire. At this moment, he suddenly understood Malan and what Malan wanted him to understand here.

These workers are fighting!

Yes, they are fighting with their own weapons!

Those wooden sticks, those ropes, those hoes, and those shovels are their weapons; their loud slogans, their tears and sweat, and the blood they shed on this battlefield of their own are the most regretless battle songs they sang!

In modern warfare, what you fight is industry, technology, economy, weapons and equipment of the army, and logistics supplies!

These workers risked their lives to work continuously against bombs dropped by Japanese bombers. They dismantled them and continuously transported them to the rear of China, of course, were lifeless machines, but what they preserved with their own hands and lives was the last bloodline and hope of the sleeping Chinese dragon in our motherland!

"They usually have to work ten to twelve hours, and often have to work overtime, but they can only receive a very small salary every month. Whether for this factory or this city, just like you once told me, they have done enough and done well enough."

Malan turned his head suddenly, staring at Liu Jianliangchen who was thinking, and her voice suddenly came out loud: "But now, they still have to insist on fighting with their own weapons and methods in their own positions? If you ask them what they need most now, they will definitely tell you that what they need is not twice the salary, nor the compensation that their relatives can receive when they are injured or dead. What they need most is... victory! They hope that we soldiers holding weapons will one day use the machines they rescued and the weapons they created to drive the invading enemies out of our land, and give this world a bright world and a bright moon!"

"We can lose, we can retreat, but we must never lose! If we lose, what we lose is our entire nation, and what we lose is all the dignity of as a person and as a Chinese!"

"We have been tolerant of the Japanese army for ten years, a full ten years! They keep swallowing our land and slave our people. They have occupied more than three times larger than Japan's country, but they are still making various provocative actions in front of us. At this point, I think any Chinese should clearly understand that what they want is not to divide Chinese land, but to completely occupy our country!"

Speaking of this, Malan slowly raised her head, and she stared at the sky above her head. The sky still looked blue, and the white clouds above their heads were still pure and elegant. However, these Chinese soldiers, the real masters of the sky and the earth, could only allow the enemy to show off their power!

"Brother Liu, do you know? Just a few months ago, the Japanese army attacked Lugou Bridge. The highest commander who was responsible for guarding Lugou Bridge finally received the order from his superiors to "defend on the spot and fight back with all his strength". He was a dignified seven-foot man and a passionate hero who sniped the Japanese army at the mouth of Xifeng. He used his own sword to cut off the heads of six Japanese soldiers. At that moment, he actually cried! He cried so hard that he was so scared that the messengers around him were crying!"

Malan turned his head suddenly, and at this time her voice became hoarse, "Brother Liu, do you know why he cried?"
Chapter completed!