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Chapter 1371 The big sword, chop off the heads of the devils!

However, at this moment, it is not the Japanese troops who are attacking at a frantic speed and the somewhat silent Chinese defenders who are the protagonists in this sky.

As the Chinese defenders, in front of the eyes of tens of thousands of Chinese people, beat to pieces dozens of demolition soldiers carrying explosive bags who were feigning an attack on both wings of the Japanese army, a dozen people wearing Chinese-style cyan cheongsam and wearing Chinese-style clothes walked out of the crowd.

A woman with a bun but no makeup on her face.

These women all have graceful figures and look like they are not ordinary women at first glance. However, they all look solemnly and look toward the building with a smile. This makes the people a little confused. What do these women want to do?

Those with sharp eyes can't help but be shocked. Two of these women are actually pillars of the Shanghai World and famous figures in the entertainment circle of Shanghai. It's considered good to appear once a month. Even some big shots see them.

You have to be polite when you say anything. I didn't expect that today I would show up and come to this dangerous place without applying makeup.

This place is certainly dangerous. Even though the Japanese army did not dare to use planes to drop bombs or bombard them with heavy artillery, the bullets had no eyes. When the two armies fired real fire, no one could guarantee that there would be no bullets that would not fly over. It can be said that standing in

Even if the tens of thousands of people by the river were watching the fun, it was not the same as watching football matches in later generations. They were just watching the fun with their heads turned. Those garrison troops from the Empire that never set in the concession were hiding behind the fortifications to explore.

You are watching with your head open!

But why do these big stars, who usually only appear when they are rich or wealthy, come here?

"Dear fellow villagers, since the July 7th Incident, the Japanese invaders have repeatedly invaded our country from North China to Songhu. I am glad to hear that our soldiers and soldiers are fighting against the Japanese invaders here. The little girl and others are helpless and unable to help the soldiers.

We carry swords to defend our hometown. We have nothing but a good singing voice, so I came here to offer a song to encourage the frontline soldiers to fight bravely and restore our great country." The leader was a woman with a face like the bright moon and a graceful figure.

Crisp roared.

Tens of thousands of people were silent for a moment, then burst into applause: "Okay!"

For these women who are involved in the entertainment industry, they, who are mostly from the poor class, can't say they have a good impression, but they can't say they have a dislike. In fact, the two are living in parallel lines. If it weren't for the war, they would basically not

No communication occurs. But at this moment, they have a common identity - Chinese. The same identity is doing the same thing, cheering for the Chinese soldiers on the other side who are fighting the Japanese invaders.

You must shout "yes" loudly! The voice is much higher than shouting "yes" in the grand theater, and goes straight to the sky.

"Here comes the drum!" the leading woman yelled!

Presumably, they had already prepared it. Several big men carried a big drum straight up to the breakwater on the south bank of the Suzhou River. The breakwater could not accommodate the big drum, which was as big as the Eight Immortals' Table. Seven or eight young students ran out from the crowd and carried the big drum on their shoulders.

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The leading woman took off her shoes and socks, and, surrounded by the women, stepped on the young man's shoulders to get the drum head, stamped her feet a few times, and followed the muffled sound of the drum with "dong dong dong!" and shouted again: "Today, 100 meters

On the battlefields where our Chinese army fought bloody battles with the Japanese aggressors, we, the Chinese people, used our youth as drums and women as mallets to give you a song called "March of the Broadsword."

"The sword was slashed at the heads of the devils.

Brothers of the 29th Army, the day of the war of resistance has arrived!

The day of the Anti-Japanese War has arrived! In front of us are the volunteers from the Northeast, and behind us are the people of the whole country.

Our 29th Army is not alone. Target the enemy and destroy him! Destroy him! Charge!

Slash the heads of the Japanese with the big knife! Kill them!

.......

The "March of the Broadsword", which was composed by the famous composer Mai Xin in August because of his feelings about the 29th Army's Battle of the Great Wall and the July 7th Incident, and was performed at the Shanghai Grand Theater in September, was of great significance to the Chinese people present.

Not a stranger either.

The crisp female voice sang the song completely first, and the entire South Bank was silent, including the concession garrison. They all stared in dumbfounded eyes at the beautiful woman wearing a Chinese cheongsam and a Chinese bun, kicking angrily on a big drum with a Chinese youth as a drum stand.

Her feet hit the drum head. Amidst the "dong dong dong" sound of the war drum, she could only hear her yelling with all her strength: "Big knife..."

"Chop off the heads of the devils..." the women gathered around the drum under her roared in unison.

Compared to the sound of gunfire from the other side, although they tried their best, their voices still seemed weak.

However, there are many Chinese people, not just a dozen of them.

"Big knife..."

"Chop off the heads of the devils."

"Big knife..."

"Chop off the heads of the devils."

...

First there were dozens of people, then hundreds, and then thousands or tens of thousands.

Tens of thousands of people followed the rhythm of the woman using her body as a mallet and shouted wildly: "The big knife... chop off the heads of the Japanese!"

The sound was so loud that even the shocking explosion made by the defenders of Sihang Warehouse was slightly less powerful.

Even Matsui Iwane, the commander of the Japanese Shanghai Expeditionary Force, who was more than ten kilometers away from here, raised his head and looked around in confusion. What was happening over there?

Among the crowd, Du Yuesheng, who was wearing a green and black robe, suddenly clenched his fist, his nails pierced his skin, and red blood slowly flowed out from between his fingers. He didn't expect that, as the instigator,

He, or in other words, as the executor, he will also be moved by this scene.

He knew that from this moment on, the whole of Shanghai, no, the whole of China, would roar with one voice at the same time, "Blade, chop off the heads of the devils."

Looking to the southeast, the eyes of the underground emperor of Shanghai showed gratitude, admiration and horror. He really didn't know why the second-generation fat man who once ascended to the throne of the leader of a group just by luck could hold so many things in his mind.

Incredible idea.

How did he come up with the idea of ​​letting famous theater actors lead the people to sing loudly on the battlefield to raise the people's and soldiers' determination to resist Japan to the highest level? I remembered that Liu Lang telegraphed him yesterday and proposed this suggestion. He, who controls several major theaters,

The big boss was still a little hesitant about letting the singer sing on the battlefield. If he brought feasting and feasting to the battlefield, the angry people would drive him out. But now it seems that it is an extremely clever move.

Although only one line of the song from the tens of thousands of people remained in the end, that one line was so loud that even his blood boiled. He just wanted to join them, raised his arms and shouted: "Cut off the heads of the devils with your big sword."

The Chinese people present believed that they would never forget this day. A hundred meters away was the battlefield where soldiers and Japanese invaders were fighting in bloody battles. However, that graceful and graceful woman who was originally unattainable used her own body as a mallet to win.

Snow White Feet beat the war drum angrily and led tens of thousands of people in chanting, "Big sword, chop off the heads of the devils."

So, what kind of style and heroism is it, people can't help but shudder even if they think about it.

Trembling to the point of tears.

That is the unyielding war song played by Chinese men and Chinese women against the Japanese invaders! The men are unyielding, and the women also say, no! Their children, too, say in immature voices, no!

They don’t know that from this moment on, their descendants, decades later, will also say no to the products of Japanese pirates!

The hatred of our ancestors cannot be forgotten!

Brigadier General Smartet, who had just picked up his beloved ivory pipe from the ground, was once again shocked by the roaring and tsunami-like singing of the Chinese people. He dropped the pipe that had been broken in half and dropped it on the ground. Hearing what sounded like

With a song like a stormy sea, the imperial brigadier general of the Sun Never Sets said to the French and American colonels standing beside him: "The Japanese have done something stupid this time. When 40 million Chinese people unite, there will be nothing in this world."

No country can defeat them, including us."

Smartet may not have expected that he really made his prophecy come true. The outcome of this war was not only the defeat of the Japanese, but also the defeat of more than fifty countries under the leadership of the world police and the newly born republic in the ice and snow.

After three years of fierce fighting, victory did not belong to them. The poor but united Republic single-handedly blocked the so-called United Nations from the country. From that moment on, no country in the world dared to look down on the Chinese nation.

Their greatest courage is to hum on the coastline, "I can't get in!" Because once they get in, they probably won't be able to get out. The Republic gave them a hard lesson in the ice and snow in the north.

The world police are very cautious in this regard. Xiao San and Little Monkey have also proved to the world with their blood that once the Chinese become ruthless, they will even be afraid of themselves.

The high-pitched singing resounded through the sky, and the faces of the Japanese soldiers outside the building were extremely ugly. However, their language was too poor and they could only scream "Baga! Baga!" When it came to cursing, China randomly sent out children from any province.

, they all have the upper hand in the scolding war. Who let the little Japanese learn the art from the Tang Dynasty of China but failed to learn it well? He stole back a fish-eating method and it has been passed down like a treasure to this day. In fact, that thing is not even used in China.

People themselves have forgotten.

But all the Chinese people in the building were so excited that tears filled their eyes, and they were all screaming to kill the Japanese as if they were on stimulants. If it weren't for the fact that the Japanese army had four tanks, Lei Xiong, an impulsive type, would have almost died.

Pulling out the big knife, turning over and rushing back, he really "slashed the heads of the Japanese with the big knife".

Fortunately, he is no longer a top soldier, but a company commander leading more than 140 people.

The four 89 tanks of the Japanese army have reached a position of 100 meters, and the four 57mm tank guns have also fired two rounds, blowing up the sandbags on the barricade.

A large black hole was opened, a light machine gun was also damaged, and two shooters were directly blown away by the shells. The sandbags were dyed red with blood. The attacking Japanese army was as powerful as ever.

It's not that the defenders in the warehouse didn't shoot, but whether it was a light machine gun or a heavy machine gun hitting the tank, it was just sparks flying, but it had no effect on this tank with an armor thickness of 30 mm, even on the Japanese infantry hiding behind it.

There is nothing you can do.

At a distance of almost 300 meters, a few Japanese infantrymen were injured by ricocheting bullets. They fell to the side screaming and were dragged away by Japanese ambulance soldiers. However, this was the only result of the victory for the defenders in front of the building.

"Hide them all for me, aim at the Japs' infantry, and the Japs' tanks have machine guns to greet them." Lei Xiong, who had already retreated into the building, roared with eyes wide open.

Before he finished speaking, long machine gun barrels poked out of the four sandbag fortifications on the first and second floors, facing the Japanese column.

"Dong dong dong!" A terrible muffled sound sounded on the battlefield.

Yin Teng Zenguang's face instantly turned as pale as paper.

The Chinese machine guns are not only still there, but also have one more out than before. What is even more frightening is that they have been hiding it until the tank entered a distance of 100 meters before starting to fire. At such a close distance, the tank

, it’s just a big target, you can’t escape even if you want to.

It has been tested on the battlefield that the 30mm armor of the 89 medium tank, within 500 meters, is not only unable to withstand the Chinese 37mm combat anti-cannon, but also cannot withstand the 20mm machine gun

He now only hopes that the tanks and infantry will continue to advance rapidly and approach the blind spot of the Chinese machine guns.

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