The offensive had already suffered setbacks, and the Japanese army's top commander on both wings, Major Yin Teng, who was driven crazy by the Chinese people, finally ordered the gunmen lurking in the ruins to open fire.
The Japanese Major no longer had the patience to overwhelm the stubborn fortress and hang the Chinese soldiers inside in front of the Chinese untouchables. He was going to make them suffer now.
In front of those untouchables, kill the graceful dancing woman in the telescope.
In the telescope, the woman fell down at the sound, and a ferocious and cruel smile appeared on Yin Tengchuer's dark face that was unique to Hokkaido fishermen.
If the leader dies, those untouchables will probably scatter like frightened chickens!
That kind of sad and ridiculous scene must be spectacular.
However, the next moment, the ferocity on the fisherman's dark face solidified.
It's like a postmodern oil painting.
The graceful woman with blood blossoms on her body fell limply on the drum as the Japanese military commander wished. The singing stopped and the sound of the drum disappeared.
However, the Chinese people did not start to flee as the Japanese major officer imagined.
Accompanied by exclamations, the young students put down the drums from their shoulders and formed a circle as quickly as possible to protect the woman who was shot.
The middle-aged people rushed forward with at least a hundred people and formed a human wall in front of the young people.
Young men protect women, and men protect young men.
In less than ten seconds, people from different classes but from the same ethnic group made their own choices.
The woman must have fallen into a coma. The young men lifted her body from the already red drum head and retreated. Countless people gathered around them, forming a human wall around them.
If the Japanese army fires again, they will bear the brunt.
But this was not the real reason that made the Japanese major's expression freeze.
Instead, another woman stood on the war drum, stamped her feet and kicked the big drum.
Her face was covered with tears, and her body was obviously shaking. She was afraid of death, but she still stood up.
"Shoot!" the Japanese Major roared almost out of control.
Gunshots rang out and the woman fell down.
In the midst of crying, another woman wanted to have sex with her again, but was firmly stopped by the crowd.
The middle-aged man's face was full of grief and indignation. With the help of several people, he lifted the big drum, which was covered with blood, in front of the crowd.
"Dong dong dong!"
Alone, playing the drums hard!
Every time the drumstick falls, the sound of the drum is like thunder, accompanied by a cloud of blood mist.
In the lens of a French reporter fifty meters away, the blood mist rising with the sound of drums looked like a cluster of blood-red cuckoos in full bloom, so beautiful that it was almost eerie.
Another example is that the woman never fell, no, more precisely, they are still there, still dancing.
That is the true dance of life.
Amidst the sound of the war drums "dong dong dong", I heard the middle-aged man yelling with all his strength: "Go to the heads of the devils with your big sword!"
"Big knife!"
"Chop off the heads of the devils..." The few remaining women who were blocked behind by the crowd reacted and roared loudly.
Compared to the increasingly fierce sound of gunfire on the other side, although they tried their best, their voices still seemed weak.
However, there were not just a few of them, but many Chinese people standing beside them.
"Boom!"
"Big knife!"
"Chop on the heads of the devils."
"Big knife!"
"Chop on the heads of the devils."
...
First there were a few people, then dozens, and then hundreds or even thousands.
Although the Japanese army may have fired bullets, there were not that many Chinese people standing on the river bank, but on the roofs of buildings, in shops, and at the windows, more and more Chinese people joined in, uniting into one voice, shouting wildly.
:
"Big knife! Cut off the heads of the Japanese!"
The jingle is like thunder, the sound of drums is like thunder, and the roar is like thunder.
Thunders exploded on the edge of heaven and hell.
Even Wakitajiro, who was more than 800 meters away from here in a straight line, couldn't help but look here at that moment. What are the Chinese yelling?
In front of the window of the theater, a man in a black robe suddenly clenched his fist, his nails pierced his skin, and red blood slowly flowed out from between his fingers, and he didn't realize it.
He didn't expect that after more than ten years of wandering around the world and being used to seeing life and death, he would be shocked to the point of being overwhelmed by the scene in front of him.
Although only one line of the song from tens of thousands of people was left in the end, that one line was so loud that even his blood boiled. He just wanted to stand among them, raise his arms and shout: "Blade, shoot it at the heads of the devils."
Cut it off."
For the first time in his life, he did not look down at those ragged ordinary people. He was not only a bystander, but also a participant. They were partners.
Come to think of it, all the Chinese who witnessed all this had the same feeling as this ruthless gangster, and they would never forget the afternoon of October 27.
A hundred meters away, there is a bloody battlefield. Those graceful women who were originally unattainable used their bodies as mallets and beat war drums. One after another, they stood on their most splendid stage, inspiring tens of thousands of people with their blood.
Call: "Big knife, chop off the heads of the devils."
So, what kind of style is it? And what kind of heroism is it? Just thinking about it makes people shudder.
Trembling to the point of tears.
They know that they will never forget this day, but they don't know that from this moment on, their descendants, decades after the war, will also say, "No!" to the products of the Kou!
Time, the devil, can destroy friendship, eliminate love, and forget family ties. Only family hatred cannot be forgotten! Never forget!
If you forget this, your clan will no longer exist in the world!
The lieutenant colonel of the army, who was looking at the battlefield in front of him and could not witness all this, listened to the thunder that sounded in the concession in the distance, his eyes filled with tears, but he smiled.
Even though it was only a few meters away from him, an infantry artillery shell exploded on the solid wall. Although it failed to penetrate the wall, the terrible shock wave still made the building shake, and countless dust fell on his determined face.
But he is still laughing.
Because he knew that with this sound, no matter whether he was defeated today or not, the strategic goal had been achieved.
From this moment on, the whole of Songhu and the whole of China will hear a voice: The Great Wall will never fall!
Yin Tengzhonger's black face was so ferocious and twisted that his roaring voice could be heard throughout the field headquarters: "Shoot them! Shoot those untouchables! Let's see how many of them dare to stand there."
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three red flares shot into the sky from somewhere in the concession.
The red ones are particularly dazzling in the afternoon sun.
The flare gun, still emitting white smoke, was in Brigadier General Smartet's hand.
More than one infantry battalion of heavily armed Western coalition troops walked out of various fortifications and stationed themselves in the abandoned field fortifications on the river bank. Light and heavy machine guns were also carried out.
"General!" Colonel Western opened his mouth in surprise.
That meant ordering the entire army in the concession to be on first-level alert. If it were released during a fierce battle between the Chinese and Japanese armies, it would be easy for the gun to go off.
"The Japanese are challenging our bottom line. If we don't respond accordingly, they will go further and further." The Imperial Brigadier General said with a calm expression.
"If they want war, then let's do it! The Chinese are fearless, how can our coalition be weaker than them?"
Staring at the crowds of people on the river bank who were still not retreating, and listening to the singing that sounded like a stormy sea in his ears, the Brigadier General of the Sun Never Sets Empire whispered to the colonel standing next to him:
"Believe me, James, the Japanese cannot win this war. Time will tell you that I am right."
The surprised colonel did not hear the brigadier general's whisper: History has told us that when women all choose to go to the battlefield, that nation will be invincible. Especially, this nation has 400 million people!
The brigadier general's words came true. Thirteen years later, when China, a poor but united country, set foot on the northern ice sheet with a shocking appearance that shocked the world, it single-handedly fought a draw with the Western coalition forces.
The First World War shocked the world, and China won respect and time for development.
If the peace dove flying in the sky is just because it is cute, the most likely ending is to be made into a dish.
