A Russian artillery shell roared over, landed on the roof of the building and exploded. A huge fireball rose up. The top two floors collapsed in an instant, and a large number of cement fragments flew like rain.
Falling in all directions.
Buzz buzz.
The whole building was shaking, as if it was about to collapse at any time.
In the basement.
Pooh.
A dozen men in adult uniforms sat in the corner and spit out the dust in their mouths. They stretched out their hands and patted the mud on their heads. Everyone's face was stained with smoke and blood, and their clothes were in tatters.
, everyone was injured, and the basement exuded a strong smell of blood.
Next to them, there was a Chinese woman holding a DVD, quietly filming them.
"Reporter Ye, we are not celebrities and we are not photogenic. We are so embarrassed when you take pictures like this." The leader Cheng Guan smiled, looking relaxed and casual, as if he did not notice the pain coming from the bullet hole in his left arm.
generally.
Lin Ying looked at him, always with respect on her face, her red lips slightly opened, and she said softly: "I must record all of this. Heroes should not be nameless. Everyone should know Cheng Guan again."
Hearing this, more than a dozen adults had complicated expressions on their faces, with their heads slightly buried, wondering what they were thinking.
After a while, the leading captain sighed, "We are not heroes, we are just here to atone for our sins."
"Atonement?"
"Yes, atonement." Captain Cheng Guan nodded and said with a wry smile: "In the past, we didn't understand anything at home and were deceived by peace, so we acted arrogantly and hurt our own people wantonly. Until we came here and saw
Only when we saw the corpses of our compatriots who had been massacred and those who had been humiliated did we wake up and understand how stupid we had been."
Atonement.
Use your blood and life to atone for your sins.
Lin Ying gritted her teeth tightly and her nose was sore. Have the Chinese people finally woke up? Therefore, she must record all this so that those Chinese people in China who are still intoxicated with paper and gold can take a good look at it all.
"Then what do you want to say at this time?"
The leader Cheng Guan thought for a while, looked at the camera, and said slowly: "Mom and Dad, my son is unfilial and can no longer serve you, but I think you will be proud of me. Wife, I love you, tell us and son,
Although his father is an adult, he is also an upright man."
"Squad 1, come on, follow me, Lao Maozi's tank is coming."
There was a loud roar and a crash outside, and Cheng Guan, who was sitting on the ground resting, stood up in an instant, silently, carrying, grabbing, and rushing out with his waist bent.
Lin Ying also stood up and followed. On the screen, the backs of tubes rushing towards the Russian tanks were recorded. They could vaguely see their hands tied into a bundle.
A line of clear tears flowed down her face.
One minute later.
Boom boom boom.
As a loud and rapid explosion sounded, Lin Ying's hand shook, and the scene was instantly frozen. Above, several balls of fire enveloped the Russian tanks, and some stumps could be vaguely seen flying around.
Tears were streaming down her face without stopping. She had been talking just now. In the blink of an eye, thirteen people died without even leaving their bodies. She tried her best to open her mouth and said: "It's five o'clock in the morning.
At fifty-eight minutes, the thirteen tanks that blocked the enemy were held in their arms and perished together with the enemy, leaving no trace of their bodies."
Glancing at the stumps and pieces of meat on the ground in front of her, she gritted her teeth, trembled, then turned around suddenly and left from the other direction. She wanted to record all of this and rectify the names of these heroes.
Deng Deng Deng.
She grabbed the DVD and carefully came to the other side, hiding among the ruins, looking at the half-collapsed building in front of her. Inside, a dozen figures were lying behind the fallen stones, blocking the Vietnamese infantry who were rushing over.
.
Da da da.
Puff.
Biao shot, the Vietnamese screamed, but they still couldn't rush forward.
One minute later.
Whoosh.
There was a scream, and two rockets pierced the sky, shot down, and exploded in an instant.
Boom boom.
The fire rose up, and more than a dozen Chinese figures disappeared. Those who were a little further away were directly blown away, and then fell heavily to the ground with a thud, dying.
Lin Ying held her hands steady, cried, and tried hard to record all this, "The enemy called for support, artillery shells flew over, and nine people were killed. The group of Vietnamese rushed up and came to the two of us who were still lying in a pool of blood.
In front of the enemy soldier, they showed their bayonets and surrounded him."
Boom boom.
Two loud noises were heard.
The scene froze instantly, and Lin Ying cried and said: "Our soldiers chose to die together. They fired the last bullet on their bodies, killing eight Vietnamese and leaving no trace of their own bodies."
After saying that, she lay on the ground, backed away a little, and left here again. However, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, but she couldn't control the tears.
Walking through various frontier positions, Lin Ying was not afraid at all, because the sound and explosions continued. She knew that as long as their entire army was not wiped out, the enemies would never be able to rush over.
ten minutes later.
"In order to block the enemy's infantry fighting vehicles and cut off the enemy's charging path, ten men drove over in simple pickup trucks. They were blown up and the vehicles were parked there. The enemies had to stop and clean up.
."
Fifteen minutes later.
"His feet had been broken, but he didn't give up yet. He crawled over, leaving a trail of blood on the ground. He raised it, and the enemy's temporary position was blown up."
after an hour.
"All four urban areas have fallen. Now everyone has retreated to the city center. The bombing continues. The enemy tanks have rushed over, but no one has given up. They continue to resist. Do you see it? Our flag
It is still flying in the highest sky of this city."
An hour and a half later.
"We are still holding on to six streets. There are less than a thousand people left, and there are no wounded, because they all chose to lie down in the ruins and use their strength to fight the enemy. The city is about to fall, and the enemy has begun to charge again.
,But, what is that?”
The voice suddenly became excited, accompanied by thick cries and joy...