The final battle begins.

Political Commissar Zhang also held a rifle with a bayonet and strode forward. However, when he passed the trumpet player, he knocked the little soldier directly into the mud, splashing mud flowers. But the trumpeter still remained

Holding the bugle tightly and blowing the charge horn.

The bullets passed through the air and did not hit the trumpet player, but Political Commissar Zhang was hit by several bullets and fell next to the trumpet player...

Japanese counterattack,

They also hit many charging soldiers. However, there were more soldiers rushing into the position. They fought with the Japanese army one after another, advancing unstoppably.

Realizing that there were fewer and fewer Japanese troops around him, Captain Murakami also pulled out his command knife and began a dying struggle. Unexpectedly, several bayonets pierced his body. At the moment of ending his life, his eyes showed all kinds of complicated things.

Emotions……

When he heard the charge horn blowing, Luo Xiang didn't care about the Japanese fighting there.

Gathered the remaining troops,

A full-scale attack was launched against the Guo army. Anyway, life or death depended on this hammer. Because the gap was getting bigger and bigger, the earth embankment was about to completely collapse.

At this moment of stalemate, the surrounding people finally mobilized. Under the leadership of local guerrillas, they rushed to the battlefield with guns and artillery, and some even carried kitchen knives, hoes and wooden sticks.

Hearing the shouts of the people in the distance, the morale of the Guo army soldiers finally collapsed, and the tight string was finally broken. The army collapsed with a crash, and the two anti-tank guns were seized by the Eighth Route Army one after another.

Seeing that the situation was over, Xu Xinghua also had complicated eyes.

The adjutant beside him advised: "Batalion Commander, brothers, we can't hold on anymore, let's surrender! The Eighth Route Army are also Chinese!"

However, Xu Xinghua forced out a sad smile. He raised the pistol and pulled the trigger to his head...

Victory was finally won. On the battlefield littered with corpses, Luo Xiang saw the sacrificed political commissar Zhang being carried over. There were only a few charging soldiers left, and among them was the young soldier.

Trumpeter…

The remaining horse bandits also pulled back the seriously injured Hei Er.

Lift Hei Er off the horse,

trembling lips,

Hei Er asked: "Ma...are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Luo Xiang replied quickly.

“I really want to see the new China after victory. It’s nice to have food and clothing.

real……"

Hei Er also died. Several horse bandits cried loudly, and the sound of crying and crying around them became louder and louder.

Looking around, the battlefield was already covered with corpses. The strong man took out a crumpled cigarette case, lit the cigarette, and put it in the mouth of the little man who had died on the ground...

The camera turned, and the melody of the bugle sounded again. Luo Xiang led the troops through villages. The same conditions, the same separation of life and death, and the same many good young men joining the army.

The old lady lost another son, and Luo Xiang simply did not dare to face it again. But with tears streaming down her face, the old lady still sent a sixteen or seventeen-year-old child to the army...

The young man did not know what it was like to be sad. Along the march, the young man laughed and asked: "Commander, will we defeat the Japanese?"

"Definitely, I believe it will be soon!"

"That's great. After the victory, I will go home to be with my mother!"

"Haha. We still need to build a new China." Luo Xiang took charge of the work of political commissar.

"Building a new China? Leader, do you know what it is like?"

"We will electrify and have many, many big factories."

"Electrification? What is electrification?"

"...kid, I don't know either!"

"..."

The end of the play!

…

By the end of the film, many old people had already burst into tears. During those turbulent years,

How many comrades have dedicated their lives and blood.

There is no need to evaluate this film anymore,

The reaction of the old people has proved everything.

However, someone still asked: "Old Li, have you heard of it back then? Was there this battle?"

Lao Li shook his head: "I haven't heard of it. But there is a garden entrance in front.

Isn’t it unusual for the Communist Party to treat human life so carelessly in the future?”

An old man next to me agreed: "When making a movie, artistic processing must be allowed. Like "Taking Tiger Mountain by Wisdom", is it possible to make a big show of those bandits? It's not that exaggerated at all. But the suppression of bandits is real, and so is the battle of wits and courage.

Real, *** this bandit-suppressing hero is even more real."

"Yes! It feels very real to me. Many battles back then were like this. For the sake of the common people, many soldiers were involved. Alas—!"

"I like the battle scene better. If I didn't know that I was watching a movie, I would have thought I was back in time. That's how we fought, and that's how the Japanese fought."

"I still like the characters in it. You know my habit. I never watched war films after liberation. I also like that kid, so I came here to take a look today. But the memory of that year was too cruel, and I really don’t want to recall it. You saw it

Really? This film is indeed shot very realistically. But the political commissars and soldiers in it are like my old leaders and comrades in arms. Most of them have sacrificed their lives..."

"Me too. My troops..."

"..."

In the dormitory, the old people had a lively discussion. But what was very interesting was that they did not mention the fruit army at all, because the fruit army back then was just like a bird.

To be fair, at the beginning of the Anti-Japanese War and before the Pearl Harbor attack, the performance of the Guo army on the frontal battlefield was remarkable. But after the United States ended, those bastards only wanted to win, just to preserve their strength. Overall

It also became worse and worse. The main force in the war of resistance completely became the Eighth Route Army and the New Fourth Army in the base areas behind enemy lines.

As for the carelessness of human life, is it unusual for a shabby regime that killed millions of civilians and ruined millions of people's homes for just one man?

It can be seen that these old people are still very authoritative. They very much recognize the authenticity of "Blood Bank".

…

At this time, Tang Lianfei felt that the tip of his nose was sore. He had been deeply moved by the film. His girlfriend beside him burst into tears: "Feifei, I know you are not well-intentioned. The soldiers back then were suffering too much."

"I didn't! It's not me! Don't blame me!" Tang Lianfei quickly denied Sanlian, "Am I right? This movie is quite good."

"It doesn't look good at all." My girlfriend said coquettishly. Men, if you know better, please coax me!

"How could it not be good-looking?" Tang Lianfei defended repeatedly, "Look at other viewers, they all agree with this movie, right? And..."

→_→

The girlfriend was full of black energy and wanted to kick this man directly.

Calling you a stupid man doesn't make you really stupid? Who likes to listen to your nonsense? Do you want to clean up or attack?
Chapter completed!