The Japanese army fired.

The offensive was already frustrated and was stimulated by the Chinese people to the point of being crazy. The Supreme Commander of the Japanese wings, Yin Teng-aka, finally ordered the gunman lurking in the ruins to fire.

The Japanese Grandmaster no longer had the patience to wait to flatten the fortress that was still resisting and hang the Chinese soldiers in it to the eyes of the Chinese untouchables. He was about to make them suffer now.

In front of those untouchables, kill the woman who danced gracefully in the telescope.

In the telescope, the woman fell down, and a hideous and cruel smile appeared on Yoon Teng-Zhunji's black face unique to Hokkaido fishermen.

The leader died, and those untouchables should have fled like frightened little chickens!

That sad and ridiculous scene must be spectacular.

However, the next moment, the ferociousness on the fisherman's black faces solidified.

It's like a postmodern oil painting.

The graceful woman with bloody flowers blooming on her body fell softly on the drum face as the Japanese general wished. The singing stopped and the drum sound disappeared.

However, the Chinese people did not start to flee in all directions as the Japanese general imagined.

Accompanied by the exclamation, the young students lowered the drums from their shoulders and formed a circle at the fastest speed to protect the woman who was shot.

Middle-aged people rushed up with at least a hundred people and set up a wall of people before the young people.

Young people protect women, men protect young people.

In less than ten seconds, people from different classes but the same ethnic group made their own choices.

The woman should have fallen into a coma. The young men raised her body from the already red drum face and retreated. Countless people surrounded them, forming a wall of humans around them.

If the Japanese army fired again, they would be the first to be affected.

But this is not the real reason why the Japanese army's grandson's expression is frozen.

Instead, another woman stood on the war drum and beat the big drum.

Her face was covered with tears, her body was trembling, and she was afraid of death, but she still stood up.

"Shoot!" The Japanese stern roared almost out of control.

The gunshots rang out and the woman fell down.

As he cried, a woman wanted to come up again, but the crowd firmly stopped her.

The middle-aged man was full of grief and angry. With the help of several people, he lifted the big drum full of blood on his face before the crowd.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

Beat the drum alone!

Every time the drumsticks fall, the drum sounds like thunder, accompanied by a bunch of blood mist.

In the camera of the French reporter fifty meters away, the blood mist that floated with the sound of drums was like a cluster of blooming blood-red cuckoos, beautiful and almost weird.

It was like, the woman never fell down, no, to be more precise, they were still there, and were still dancing there.

That is the real dance of life.

Amid the sound of the "dongdongdongdongdongdongdong", the middle-aged man roared with all his strength in his life: "Big knife, chopped the heads of the Japanese!"

"Big knife!"

"Cutting towards the heads of the Japanese..." The remaining women who were blocked by the crowd reacted and roared loudly.

Compared with the increasingly fierce gunfire sounds on the other side, although they had tried their best, their voices still seemed weak.

However, there are not only a few Chinese people standing beside them, but many of them.

"Dong!"

"Big knife!"

"Cut the Japanese on the heads."

"Big knife!"

"Cut the Japanese on the heads."

First there were a few people, then dozens, and then hundreds or thousands.

Although there are not so many Chinese people standing on the river bank from the bullets that the Japanese army may have shot, there are more and more Chinese people joining on the roof, in the shops, and by the windows, gathering into a voice and shouting wildly:

"Big knife! Cut the Japanese on the heads!"

The golden swords are like thunder, the drums are like thunder, and the roar is like thunder.

Thunder exploded one after another, and exploded on the edge of heaven and hell.

Even the straight-line distance of Fukuchijiro, who was more than 800 meters away from here, couldn't help looking at this moment. What were the Chinese yelling?

In front of the theater window, a man in a black robe suddenly grabbed his fist, his nails pierced his skin, and the red blood slowly flowed out of his fingertips, and he suddenly realized that he had not realized it.

He did not expect that if he had been in the world for more than ten years and was used to life and death like him, he would be shocked by the scene in front of him.

Although the singing of tens of thousands of people was only one sentence, the only one roared so much that even he was excited. He just wanted to stand among them, raising his arms and shouting: "Big knife, chop the heads of the Japanese."

For the first time in his life, he did not look down at ordinary people in ragged clothes. He was not only a bystander, but also a participant, and they were partners.

I think all the Chinese who witnessed this have the same feeling as this cruel and ruthless tycoon in the world, and they will never forget this afternoon on October 27.

A hundred meters away was a bloody battlefield. The women with graceful figures were used as hammers, beat the war drums, and stood on their most brilliant stage one by one, inspiring thousands of people to shout, "Big knife, chop the heads of the Japanese."

So, what kind of charm is it? What kind of heroism is it? Just thinking about it makes people tremble all over.

He shivered until tears filled his eyes.

They knew they would never forget this day, but they didn't know that from this moment on, their descendants would also say to Kou's products for decades after the war, no!

Time, the devil, can destroy friendship, love, and forget family affection. Only the hatred of the clan cannot be forgotten! Do not forget!

Those who forget this will not exist in the world!

Looking at the battlefield in front of him, the Army Lieutenant Colonel, who could not witness all this, listened to the thunder sounding in the distant concession, his eyes filled with tears, but he smiled.

Even though it was only a few meters away from him, an infantry artillery shell exploded on the hard wall. Although it could not break into the wall, the terrible shock wave still made the building shaking, and countless dust fell on his firm face.

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Because he knew that with this sound, regardless of whether he was defeated today, his strategic goal had been achieved.

From this moment on, the entire Songhu and China will hear a voice: the Great Wall will never fall!

Yin Teng-Zhongji's black face was so ferocious that it was twisted. The roaring sound of the entire field command can be heard: "Shoot them! Shoot those untouchables! I see how many of them dare to stand there."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three red signal flares shot into the sky from somewhere in the concession.

The red ones are particularly dazzling in the afternoon sun.

The signal gun was still emitting white smoke, held in the hands of Brigadier General Smalette.

More than one fully armed Western coalition forces walked out of various fortifications and entered the abandoned field fortifications on the river bank, and light and heavy machine guns were also carried out.

"General!" The Western Colonel opened his mouth wide in surprise.

That means ordering the entire concession to be warned at a first-level alert. If it is released when the Sino-Japanese armies are fiercely fighting, it is easy to get fire.

"The Japanese are challenging our bottom line. If we don't respond accordingly, they will become more and more excessive." The brigade general of the Sun-Battle Empire's face was calm.

"If they want war, then come on! The Chinese can be fearless, how can my coalition forces be weaker than them?"

His eyes stared at the crowd that still remained on the river bank, and listening to the singing like storms coming from his ears, the brigadier general of the Empire, who did not set, whispered to the colonel standing beside him:

"Believe me, James, the Japanese cannot win this war. Time will tell you that I am right."

The surprised Colonel did not hear the whisper of the Brigadier General: History has told us that when women choose to go to the battlefield, that nation is invincible. Especially, this nation has 40 million people!

The brigade general's words came true. Thirteen years later, when the poor but united China stepped onto the northern ice field with a shocking attitude, and tied with the Western Allied Forces with his own strength.

The battle shocked the world, and China won respect and time to develop.
Chapter completed!