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Chapter 1263 Raising the Death Flag(2/2)

But, the north wind blew, and yellow paper flew all over the sky!

Tang Dao, who was standing on the high ground, saw that his slightly sunken eye sockets turned red. He glanced at the officers and soldiers who were already tired in the trench, and his eyes showed a hint of determination.

"Rise the flag of death!"

Over the past few days, some high ground have been conquered, some lost high ground have been lost and recovered. Tang Dao even led a suicide squad to fight on the front line. Tang Dao never used the "death flag" written by his old father in Sichuan for his son's expedition.

But now, it's time to use it.

Before sunset, the Japanese army must have a last attack. With huge casualties, the low-morning recruits need to muster up the courage to block this attack and win a precious night for the Sizhou Mountain defense line.

"I ordered the entire army to fight today either the enemy dies or I die! The 1,800 martyrs behind us are looking at us, and millions of fellow villagers in Sichuan are looking at us.

Tang Dao will be waiting for the Japanese in the trenches with you. If I die in battle, I don’t need to wrap myself in white cloth or give it to me. I will put my body under this "death flag" and watch you win the final victory in this blocking battle.

Reinforcements are about to arrive tomorrow, and we will surely win!”

Tang Dao's order was quickly passed on to various positions by the communication soldiers. One day, he only ate a dry cold bun and was already in a state of desolation. The soldiers who were already godless looked at the high ground in the middle.

The determination of the Supreme Commander and the hope of reinforcements arrived successfully aroused the courage that had been concealed by numbness and despair.

At this point, the recruits were not considered new recruits.

Using nature's rules of survival of the fittest, no matter whether it is lucky or not, those who can survive until now are undoubtedly the result of survival of the fittest.

Every soldier had avoided many rounds of artillery fire. Hearing the sharp whistle of the shells cutting through the sky, he would no longer be able to hold his head and shivered in the trenches like before. Many people even took a cigarette in their mouths like veterans and calmly judged the landing point of the shells.

There are only so many places on the position. As long as the shells do not fall into the craters or trenches, solid land will help them block the splashing shrapnel and air waves. If they are not lucky, they will be caught. It can only be said that "the damn bird is facing up."

Fear and futile evasion were not used to seek Jiba!

The absence of fear or numbness of death is an important juncture for new soldiers to move towards the psychological level of veterans. The tragic battlefield over the past few days has directly ripened these alive soldiers.

In addition, various individual skills and tactics that were originally not worth mentioning, such as shooting techniques. Each individual soldier fired at least 300 bullets of live ammunition, which was still on the real battlefield. This kind of growth cannot be achieved on the training ground.

Even if "good" has experienced all this, as long as it forks its pig's trotter, it may be able to shoot the human body within a distance of 100 meters.
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