"Next, hurry up, the steel plate is about to close! Jump!"
A soldier suddenly rushed out of the team, shouting "Hu Beitong City, Li Mancang!"
Then he jumped down and served the country with only his flesh and blood!
"My child is unfilial!" Another soldier shouted and jumped down.
"Hu Nan Liuyang, Wang Jindou!"
"My name is Zhao Mengliang!"
"My name is Liu Beiwu!"
"Hu Beitong City, Sun Shoucai!"
"Mom, I'm leaving!"
The people jumping upstairs and down were living lives, and the people shouting out their names were simple and unpretentious names.
One name, one blast!
The soldiers shouted their names, sacrificed their lives for justice, and exploded the heroic flower of life with their flesh and blood.
No one is not moved by this moment. As long as you are Chinese, you cannot help but be moved by it.
Tears filled the theater.
On the other side of the river, some people took pictures with cameras, while others blocked the cameras: "Don't face me!"
Mr. He looked at the tragic scene and said sadly: "Everyone in the country is like this, how dare the Japanese pirates?"
"Three hours are up, and the Japanese have not captured the Sihang Warehouse!" the newspaper boy shouted loudly, but this time, no one responded to him.
Because everyone knows that the soldiers in Sihang Warehouse defended this with their lives.
After the fighting began, the Sihang Warehouse became an isolated island. They needed to exchange information with the outside world. So the patriots in the concession area sent people under a foreign flag to quietly deliver telephone lines, but they failed.
The Japanese snipers called their names one by one, and they fell one by one.
This was undoubtedly an act of committing suicide, but someone had to do it. Daozi witnessed those people sacrificing their lives for righteousness. He leaned against the wall and smoked a cigarette. The old man on the stage behind him murmured to himself: These children...
They are all born to parents, so Zhuanzhu wants to leave!
A gangster from Shanghai sat by the new garbage bridge connected to the Sihang Warehouse, took out the ocean to recruit dead soldiers, signed the life and death certificate, took the ocean and went to deliver the wires.
This behavior is like committing suicide, and several people have fallen down in succession.
"Give the money to my mother!" A young man wearing a hat said his name, and finally slapped the money on the table and walked resolutely towards the garbage bridge that represented death.
It's a pity that one by one, they only advanced a few meters and died under the muzzle of a Japanese sniper.
Daozi watched this scene, took off his coat, and came under the casino. He clasped his fists and said goodbye to the owner Sister Rong upstairs. Then a tram drove by. Daozi had already got on the car and left with the car. Passing a stall
, he threw the suit in his hand to the stall owner, and he had no intention of coming back.
Arriving at the intersection in front of the New Garbage Bridge, in front of the table set up by Boss Shang Tantan, he took out his knife and scratched his finger, then pressed his bloody fingerprint on the "Sign of Life and Death".
Then he knelt down on one knee and stuck the knife on the ground, "Bashu Chamber of Commerce Hujiang Hall, junior knife petition. I have been running fast since I was a child, and I am willing to give it a try."
The dead men in ancient times sacrificed their lives for money, love or the morality in their hearts. Death was their greatest glory. At the moment of death, he would have no fear, only the light of living toward death.
Daozi is not a hero. He was originally a spectator at a casino on the Suzhou River in Shangtan. In non-war years, he was just an ordinary Shanghai young and Dangerous boy. Even if the war started, given their ability to survive, Daozi could still choose
A life of food and drink.
But Daozi chose to be a dead soldier.
Looking at the gang brothers falling on the bridge one by one, the knife was still moving forward without hesitation. When he pressed the bloody handprint on the life and death sign, he was a dead man who was ready to die.
From a moral perspective, he is not a hero!
In peacetime, no one thinks that a young and Dangerous boy is a hero, and no one believes that in war times, a young and Dangerous boy can become a hero.
But in fact, many of the revolutionary predecessors back then were from gangs, and heroes and gangsters were often in the same breath.
Similarly, heroes and cowards can also be separated in a single thought.
But at this moment, at least he is not a coward!
After he used his hat to deceive a shot, he immediately ran forward and picked up the telephone coil, but was shot immediately.
The soldiers at Sihang Warehouse on the other side couldn't bear it any longer. They shouted to keep the knives away while covering the area with fire.
Finally, he stood up, but this time he stood up, it was his last time. The bullet accurately shot him in the head. At the moment of the headshot, he threw the telephone cable coil across the bridge.
Reporters and foreign female teachers came here.
"Everyone outside has seen your heroic actions, but they don't know the difficult situation you have here. There is an urgent need for morphine and other medicines. You have been resisting for three days, and every soldier has reached the limit. In fact, this resistance will eventually fail.
,The lives of these soldiers are precious, what is the point of continuing?"
"Meaning? This is our home!"
"Commander Xie, how many soldiers are there in the warehouse?"
"Four hundred and twenty people!" Xiao Hu Bei replied.
Captain Xie replied: "Eight hundred people!"
"Then, can I tell the reporters that this is the Eight Hundred Warriors?"
Reporter Fang Xingwen wanted to take a photo of the sheep crutch, but he took the photo away.
"The outside world is worried about you, and now our compatriots across the country are watching you!"
But Yangguai disagreed: "Afraid that you won't be able to come and help? Just watch like this? Just lie down and watch like this?"
"What else can you do as a coward reporter besides taking photos?"
Fang Xingwen was speechless.
Yangguai didn't know if he had figured it out. When Fang Xingwen was taking photos of the Dragon Boat Festival, he walked over and asked, "Can you take a photo for me?"
He actually knew that there was no way they could come.
Lao Tie lay there sobbing, and Lao Abacus came over.
Lao Tie said: "Brother, we are a bunch of people. I can tell at a glance that you are smart and can really get out. Please tell me that there is no one in Badaoligou, Andong City who doesn't know Lao Tie.
Tell my son that his father is not afraid of death and that he is alive because of him. Brother, what is your name?"
But before Lao Tie could finish speaking, he was carried away.
Lao Abacus muttered: "My name is Lao Abacus!"
On the other side, after Fang Xingwen took a photo of Yangguai, Yangguai said, "Hey, can you send this photo of me to my home?"
"Okay, give me your address!"
"You take it out first and show me what it looks like?"
It's just that I still couldn't see how the photo turned out.
On the other side, Lao Abacus started to plan to escape, but when he was changing clothes, the copper coins fell out and Duanwu saw him.
Duanwu found Lao Abacus and held him at gunpoint.
"If you dare to run away, I will shoot you to death!"
Lao Abacus suddenly turned his head and saw that it was the Dragon Boat Festival that had started his performance.
"Brother, do you want to come together?
Brother, look at my hands, I can't even pull the trigger, I can't touch the gun, what are you doing here? If I don't leave, the Japanese will be dead?
I'm just afraid. I'm afraid that if I die, there will be nothing left.
Brother, brother, do you have a family? Do you have land in your home? Have you ever asked for a wife? They arranged a marriage for me in my hometown. They told me that my wife is full of flesh and blood. I haven’t even seen it yet.
.
The war must be fought no matter what, and some people must survive.
I only know how to calculate, not fight.
The Japanese need someone to fight, and someone should protect them. I admire you, you are all heroes, but I don't want to.
Brother!
I beg you, I beg you, brother.
Give me a way to live, I beg you."
Old Abacus knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, kowtowing!
