By the end of the fight, Wang Liangyu was already numb.
Any exquisite moves are meaningless in this life-and-death hand-to-hand combat.
Swing the knife, chop, chop!
With just two simple actions, you can either kill the enemy or be killed by the enemy!
Wang Liangyu was so powerful that he led Gong Ruomei to kill the Japs in and out of the position. Countless Japs died under their swords, and they had to use several different swords.
After several hours of hand-to-hand fighting, the little Japanese had no choice but to abandon their position and flee back several kilometers.
Looking at the fleeing little Japs, Wang Liangyu couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, and then looked at Gong Ruomei with a gloomy expression.
Gong Ruomei wiped away the blood on her face and smiled brightly at Wang Liangyu: "Master, we won, we defeated the little devil!"
Hearing this, Wang Liangyu couldn't say the words he wanted to reprimand anymore, and instead asked with concern: "Are you injured?"
Gong Ruomei waved her hands and said calmly: "It's okay, it's just a minor injury!"
Wang Liangyu looked at the corners of Gong Ruomei's twitching mouth and knew that her injuries must be serious. Looking carefully, she saw that there were wounds on her legs, back, arms, and even her stomach.
Fortunately, the wounds are not deep.
"You don't want your life!" Wang Liangyu cursed angrily and quickly called for the medical soldiers.
Following the medical soldiers who carried Gong Ruomei into the temporary medical tent, Wang Liangyu found that it was already full of people, and the small tent was filled with the smell of blood, even dispersing the smell of disinfectant alcohol!
Without hesitation, Wang Liangyu immediately joined in the treatment.
Wang Liangyu learned medical skills from Du Xingwu. Although his skills were not very good, he still had no problem getting started.
"Ma Quanda?" Wang Liangyu was so busy that he saw an acquaintance.
Ma Quanda sat on the ground, his young and immature face without a trace of blood, as pale as a dead person.
Wang Liangyu glanced up and down, and saw that Ma Quanda's military uniform had been completely dyed red by blood, and there were gaps everywhere on the chest, arms, and abdomen.
"You are really ruthless, how many little devils have you killed?" Wang Liangyu joked, reaching out to take off his clothes so that he could bandage his wounds.
Ma Quanda reluctantly opened the corner of his mouth and showed a smile: "Seventeen!"
"You really counted!" Wang Liangyu laughed, kept moving his hands, and said, "But, I definitely have more than you. I rushed to the front, at least there are twenty or thirty!" "I saw it, you are very powerful!" Ma Quanda responded, with a bit of envy and reverence.
While talking, Wang Liangyu had already taken off Ma Quanda's clothes and was stunned for a moment when she saw the wounds on his body.
Ma Quanda's strong and generous body was covered with more than a dozen wounds, ranging from slits to flesh and bones to severe wounds.
The most serious wound was a puncture wound on the back of the heart. This was probably caused by a sneak attack from behind, and the wound was as deep as the heart!
Such an injury cannot be saved by gods, and you will definitely die!
Wang Liangyu's scalp was numb, and his hands could not help but tremble. He wanted to seek treatment, but he didn't know where to start.
Ma Quangda seemed to have realized it early, with a calm expression: "No need to waste your efforts, I won't survive!" After a pause, he sighed again, "Oh, it's a pity that I can't kill a few more Japanese!"
"You can't die, we haven't sparred yet!" Wang Liangyu quickly calmed down and tried to gather the essence in his body, trying to transfer it into Ma Quanda's heart. He did not forget to say, "I also want to meet you.
The Ma family’s Bajiquan and Piguazhang!”
A large amount of essence is gathered in the palm of the hand. No matter how hard Wang Liangyu forces it, the essence is always hovering in the palm of the hand and has no way to enter Ma Quanda's body.
Ma Quangda grinned and said: "Then you have to find my father and uncles, they are all better than me."
"I'm not good at academics..."
As he spoke, Ma Quanda took a breath and stopped breathing.
"Get the fuck over here!" Wang Liangyu roared, seeming to be praying and venting.
Unfortunately, there are no miracles.
The energy was still in Wang Liangyu's palm, and Ma Quanda didn't breathe again.
A sense of helpless despair came over his heart. Wang Liangyu stared at Ma Quanda blankly for a long time. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore and staggered out of the tent.
Running all the way to the top of the highland, Wang Liangyu took a deep breath and shouted towards the distant mountains. It seemed that only in this way could he vent his depression.
After a while, Wang Liangyu sat down dejectedly, looking into the distance with dull eyes.
On the battlefield, a middle-aged man with a round face was patrolling around.
This person is none other than Commander Song of the 29th Route Army.
Commander Song soon discovered Wang Liangyu, strode forward, patted Wang Liangyu on the shoulder, and praised: "It is indeed the Sun-Destroying Arrow! I have long heard from Brigadier Zhao that you are here, and you have never been free, but today I met the hero.
His true appearance and true methods are truly worthy of his reputation!"
Listening to Commander Song's praise, Wang Liangyu didn't feel happy, but rather a little irritated.
Especially, when Wang Liangyu thought of the dead Ma Quanda and the densely packed corpses on the battlefield, most of them were his compatriots. The people who were still alive and kicking a few minutes ago were now lying on the ground, losing the breath of life.<
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The oldest of them is only over thirty, and the youngest is only seventeen or eighteen years old!
Wang Liangyu is very pure. He can watch the little devil and the two devils die, and is also willing to send them to see the King of Hell. However, if it is his own person, Wang Liangyu cannot accept it, and he will feel uncomfortable even if one of them dies.
"A man was wrapped in horse leather and died for the country. He lived a great life and died gloriously!" Commander Song noticed Wang Liangyu's expression, turned his head, looked into the distance, and said in a deep voice.
Wang Liangyu was silent, and after a long time, he asked again: "Commander Song, is it worth sacrificing so many people for such a high ground?" After a pause, he asked quietly, "Commander Song, don't you know that if you save the land, you will lose the people?"
, Is it true that "all people and land will be lost, everyone will lose their land, and all people and land will be saved!"
Commander Song smacked his lips a few words, with a hint of bitterness on his face, and shook his head: "We can't retreat!"
As he spoke, Commander Song turned back and pointed to Xifengkou not far away.
After thousands of years of wind and rain, the former Xifengkou Pass City has long been reduced to ruins. Large sections of the city wall have collapsed. The Great Wall has long lost its role in blocking foreign enemies.
"After the Great Wall, we reach the capital city. The Japs are marching straight in. Who can stop them? By then, China will be in danger!" Commander Song looked solemn and spoke with sadness, "We must stop the Japs here. We would rather die in battle."
Ghost, don’t be a slave to the country’s subjugation!”
Wang Liangyu was shocked by Commander Song's decisiveness, and felt sorry for him. He comforted him and said: "Commander Song, relax, the little devil will be defeated, and victory will eventually belong to us!"
Hearing this, Commander Song did not relax. Instead, he became more solemn: "If I don't grow up in other people's ambitions, I will destroy my own prestige. The little devils are better than us in terms of equipment, soldier training, and domestic and international environment. They are better than us, stronger than us, and better than us."
Okay." As he said that, he suddenly picked up a bloody curved blade and said with tears, "What do we have? Only this sword, only the body of a seven-foot man, and only the courage not to be afraid of death!"
Wang Liangyu couldn't hold back anymore, with tears in her eyes, she couldn't help but think of something in her heart.
"From the perspective of those who come later in history, we see the greatness of our revolutionary ancestors, but their greatness and tragedy are far more profound than what we can see and imagine!"
"Because we saw their victory and we know the final result, we can feel the meaning of their struggle."
"But they didn't know at the time. They couldn't predict the future when they sacrificed. They didn't know how meaningful their sacrifice was to China's victory. They didn't even know how meaningful their sacrifice would be!"
"We don't know how many years it will take us to win, and we are not even sure whether we can win!"
"They are full of passion, and what they rely on at the time of sacrifice is their unswerving and unswerving faith!"
This is a passage that was circulated on the Internet when "The Age of Awakening" was on the air.
At this moment, truly living in this era, Wang Liangyu truly understood.
"I have always known their greatness, but I still underestimated their greatness!"
Yes, for everyone in this turbulent era, the Japs are a very powerful enemy. China is like a lone boat in the stormy sea, facing the danger of overturning at any time, and its future is bleak!
But even so, countless people still stepped forward to throw their lives and blood!
This is the unyielding belief that "China will never die, China will be strong"!
This is the tenacious will of "one inch of mountains and rivers, one inch of blood, one hundred thousand young people and one hundred thousand troops"!
This is the patriotic feeling of "why my eyes are full of tears, because I love this land deeply"!