In the afternoon of the third day, on the front lines of Huaxia and Weihai, 150,000 Huaxia troops gathered at the school grounds, formed into square formations according to divisions, and waited quietly. Every soldier exuded a strong evil spirit. Interesting book ~ Courtyard
Deng Deng Deng.
He Zhenzhong, dressed in the military uniform of a generalissimo, climbed onto the high platform accompanied by a group of senior generals.
The military flags are like a forest, and the people are like waves, stretching for more than ten kilometers.
Looking from the high platform, you can't see the end at a glance, and the whole scene is extremely spectacular.
He Zhenzhong looked around, stood in front of the microphone, paused, and then said in a deep voice: "Today, we are gathered here for no other reason. We have only one purpose. When it gets dark, board the ship, cross the ocean, and sweep the land."
Japan."
boom.
Although they had known for a long time that they were going to fight the Japanese, when He Zhenzhong's words reached everyone's ears clearly through the radio waves, the blood in the bodies of these Chinese soldiers who had been waiting for a long time was instantly ignited.
Fight the Japanese devils.
They have been waiting for this day for too long.
"Since the beginning of World War I, the Chinese nation has fallen into the abyss of disaster. The country has been invaded and colonized, and the people have been enslaved and massacred. In front of mankind all over the world, we are losers, wretches, and cowards.
Coward. Although there were glimmers of light in the era of great men Mao and Deng, we are still drifting into lethargy and numbness amid the economic wave."
He Zhenzhong's words reminded many people of the unbearable time when they had to pay money to become a volunteer, let alone other things. It was indeed a frustrating and disappointing time. he he 66 c
"It seems that we have become accustomed to being slaughtered by others." He Zhenzhong's voice suddenly rose a lot, full of passion, "War! War! Only cruel war can cure the centuries-old disease of our Chinese nation. Only iron-blooded war can cure us.
Only then can we restore the thousand-year glory of our Chinese nation!”
"war."
"war."
"war."
A deafening roar that penetrated the sky was heard. At this moment, no other sound could be heard between heaven and earth. Only the hottest, strongest, and most determined fighting spirit was echoing, venting the hundreds of years of efforts of an ancient nation.
Frustrated.
The blood in every Chinese soldier's body has completely boiled, and their faces are flashing with crazy fighting spirit.
Rebirth always comes after destruction, bathing in fire, and rebirth.
They are willing to fight for China and the Chinese nation.
Looking at the Chinese soldiers in front of him, He Zhenzhong nodded with satisfaction, then waved his hand, and the whole place suddenly fell silent, "The pain of the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1894, the shame of the Treaty of Shimonoseki, eight years of war, and the tragedy of the Diaoyu Islands, tell me, can you
Ever forgotten?"
"Never forget."
"Never forget."
"Very good." He Zhenzhong nodded heavily and continued in a deep voice this time: "From now on, you are not called the People's Liberation Army, you are called the Army of Revenge.