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The major nodded slightly and made a gesture to the soldiers behind him. The metal box that was carefully lifted over and was obviously of large weight was opened. The major bent down and took out something from the box. There was a "slam" and "slam" sound from the box. Seeing the major as if he was going to hand over something to him, Malan subconsciously extended his hand.

A stack of hard and heavy things were handed to Malan. Malan looked down and saw a stack of silver circles flashing with crystal light under the moonlight. The major handed it to Malan was actually ten silver dollars!

The major's soldiers, led by a lieutenant, had already touched the position and distributed silver balls according to the human hair. The company commander Malan, who had still survived, had five oceans as the platoon leader, and the others, whether they were squad leaders or ordinary soldiers, had two oceans.

"Hold on it, I will come again tomorrow to pay you a bounty."

Listening to the major's kind encouragement, he casually weighed the ten silver dollars in his hand and made a "ding-ding-dang" sound. Malan couldn't help but smile with a helpless smile. Now, except for the Central Military Academy Teaching Corps, even some central direct troops can only receive half of the military salary. This is a great pleasure to buy life on the battlefield. However... the life of the Ma family's eldest daughter is not something that can be bought for just ten yuan, right?

They fought fiercely for a day, and the supply team they had been waiting for was cold and cold. They could not eat or put the silver balls into the enemy's chest. The entire company had already killed two-point soldiers, and their weapons and ammunition were left alone. Malan really couldn't imagine what they would use to defend tomorrow!

The major knew Malan and the others' situation without asking. He sighed and whispered: "You also know our current situation. The supply line is constantly bombarded by Japanese planes, and hundreds of thousands of troops are invested. The front line is so long and after fighting for so long, the superiors are almost unable to hold on. There is food, ammunition, and medicine everywhere, but we are also clever women are hard to cook without rice! You are still fine here. Some of the troops who entered Shanghai first have their shoes worn out now and have no place to change. The soldiers can only barefoot or simply peel them from the feet of dead people. The commanders of those troops can only send people to take these silver balls to the city or even outside the city to raise food from the hands of ordinary people. Ten people were sent out, and in the end they could only come back three or four. Others don't know if they ran away as deserters, or were caught or shot by the Japanese..."

Malan knew that the major was telling the truth. In two months, she went alone to fight everywhere. She had already seen many things she had never seen before, or even imagined, with her own eyes.

Until now, the front-line troops have not obtained food, no ammunition, no medicine, and no clothing supplies. Even if they have raised food today, for the sake of tomorrow and in order to persist on the battlefield, they only dare to give soldiers a rice ball without oil and salt for every meal.

Is it a pity or the wounded soldiers who cannot lift off the line of fire and cannot be treated. Not to mention the battlefield emergency equipment, the troops on the line of fire now do not even have the most basic medical alcohol. It is better for the soldiers who are slightly injured. Put the salt into the water and adjust it, and then use this salt water to clean the wound. Although the pain makes the whole body tremble and sweat like rain, they can finally save their lives.

But the seriously injured soldiers could only lie in the trenches in despair, quietly feeling the bullets or shrapnels that were drilling into their bodies, causing the wound to slowly be infected. At night, both sides finally stopped and there was no loud noise of artillery fire. The painful moans of the wounded soldiers kept floating over the entire position. I don’t know how many wounded soldiers were unable to bear this desperate pain, so they grabbed the rifle and pulled the trigger at themselves.

The worst of them are those seriously injured who have no power to kill weapons. Even Malan herself cannot remember how many sentences she has heard when she passed through those positions at night...

"Please help me and give me a shot!"

Facing the brothers who used to spend time together, and facing these comrades who are fighting side by side on the battlefield but are now seriously injured and dying, and can only whine helplessly like small animals, even the iron-blooded soldiers, how many people can make up their minds and raise the weapons in their hands?!

Holding the heavy silver balls in his hand, Malan finally put them back into the major's hand with great care.

"I have no use with the money. If possible, when the Anti-Japanese War is victorious, use them to build a monument for us."

At this time, Malan smiled. She stared at the Chinese land in the distance that had been occupied by the Japanese army. Her eyes shining in the dark seemed to have seen the future tomorrow through layers of historical fog. She whispered: "This monument does not need to be built very high. As long as our descendants pass by it, they know that in this city called Shanghai, in order to defend their country, there was a tragic battle that had hundreds of thousands of brothers killed; this monument

There is no need to be a gorgeous cultivation. As long as there is a place where the brothers lying in the nine springs can clearly confirm when they occasionally open their eyes again. Their blood, their sweat and their tears have not flowed in vain. They have left an eternal page in history, and they will fall asleep again with a smile. The words on this monument do not need to be written too much, just four words are enough. I just hope that our descendants can remember them firmly when they see this monument... Do not forget the national humiliation!"

The major, who kept moving on the front line of war, had long been accustomed to life and death, and thought he had learned to ignore everything, was shocked involuntarily. He looked at the female soldier in front of him who had too many thoughts, too many dreams, too much pride and hope. At this time, she was like the goddess Athena who had gathered war and wisdom, with a kind of beauty that was brilliant to the limit of the universe scattered all over her body.

At this time, when he looked at the female soldier, he was not only respectful, but also respectful!

"If you build a monument, I'm the only one."

Tiebi had already walked to them at some point. He stretched out his big hand and put his five silver balls into the major's palm.
Chapter completed!