The Great Wall is long,

Outside the Great Wall is my hometown.

Sorghum fat, soybean fragrance,

There is no disaster everywhere.

Since the disaster has stopped,

Ebrethreatening and plundering and suffering.

To suffer, to run to other places,

The parents were separated and their flesh and blood were mourned.

Unforgettable hatred and hatred,

I just want to go back to my hometown day and night!......

On the battlefield where gunpowder smoke was everywhere, the "Great Wall Ballad" seemed to be heard.

Two-thirds of the soldiers of the 2nd Company of the 1st Battalion of the 3rd Regiment died under the guns of the Japanese. Cheng Wanli, the battalion commander of the Independent Battalion of the 87th Division, was shot thirteen times.

However, even at the moment when his life ended, he still did not forget to pull the trigger at the enemy.

Cheng Wanli's body slowly fell down the moment he saw the enemy's position explode, and he smiled with relief.

Because the battle was successful, his mission was also completed.

At this moment, countless pictures were constantly flashing in his mind, which were his lifelong memories.

Cheng Wanli was born into a military family, and his father was a revolutionary soldier who revolutionized with Mr. Zhongshan.

In 1931, when Cheng Wanli was twenty years old, his father once said to him: Child, your name is Cheng Wanli. Being a father is looking forward to your success and success.

But the Japanese pirates came, and China lost three northeastern provinces, which was a shame for the democracy of the entire country. In a small place, it was rampant in our vast China, and our ancestors were all lost.

So you must remember that from today on, I will not hope that you will be promoted to the higher office and the higher salary you will get. I just hope that you will defend the territory of China like the Great Wall!

Cheng Wanli remembered that, after graduating from the Whampoa Military Academy, he always hoped to fight against Japan and recover lost territory.

It’s just a pity that no one supports or understands his ideas. He is even excluded because of his tendency to speak.

But he still did not give up, and still insisted on his own propositions. On the battlefield of the anti-Japanese war, he used his life to defend the dignity of the Chinese nation, and used his own blood to build the indelible Great Wall in people's hearts!

"Old Cheng!!"

The terrifying explosion woke up Dragon Boat Festival. When he jumped to the trenches, everything was over. The enemy's position was submerged in endless smoke and flames, while Cheng Wanli was slowly falling down.

The eyes of Dragon Boat Festival are sour. When you close your eyes, two lines of hot hot flow flow down the corners of your eyes.

Because Cheng Wanli died for him, otherwise it might be his Dragon Boat Festival that died today. Cheng Wanli exchanged his life for his life.

“There are all!”

The angry voice of Dragon Boat Festival resounded throughout the battlefield, and the soldiers behind the mountain moved quickly towards the mountain.

When they saw the extremely tragic battlefield, each of them was extremely angry.

One, two, three, four,... ten, one hundred, one thousand, two thousand,...

They raised their right hand at the same time, paid tribute to those sacrificed comrades, and said their final farewell!

At the same time, the old Japanese MCC also drew out the battle knife. Because for some reason, he felt an unprecedented danger.

This may be the sixth sense of this old Japanese man. Or he was unable to contact his heavy artillery troops, which made him feel very uneasy.

But no matter what, this old Japanese man has decided to fight against the Chinese soldiers.

He wanted to use the Chinese soldiers on the position on the hillside as bait to launch a group charge against the enemy, forcing the Chinese soldiers on the top of the mountain to come down to save people and fight him in hand-to-hand combat.

At this time, the old Japanese MCC pulled out the battle knife just to give this order.

But at this time, the old Japanese knew that there were already ten large-caliber cannons, howitzers, and twenty or thirty mortars of various caliber, which had aimed at his central position.

Xie Jinyuan had a expressionless face and his eyes were terrifyingly cold. Because in just five minutes, a company of soldiers rushed down from the top of the mountain, leaving only more than thirty people, still fighting against the enemy.

These five minutes were exchanged for Chinese soldiers with their lives.

Xie Jinyuan shouted loudly: "Target Japanese positions, fire quickly! Launch!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!...

The shells came out of the chamber and roared towards the Japanese positions with the anger of the Chinese soldiers.

When the Japanese officer heard the sound of cannons, he said excitedly: "Old Mr. MCC, our cannon is our cannon. Our artillery has arrived."

The old Japanese devils in MCC laughed: "Hahaha, Xiao Tengjun and the others have finally arrived. The Chinese people are destined to fail this time, hahaha!"

The adjutant of MCC flattered: "This is naturally. Under your wise leadership, all Chinese soldiers will not be opponents of our great Japanese Imperial Army."

"Okay, let the Chinese people tremble in the artillery fire in my empire! Hahaha!"

boom!

Before the MCC Japanese laughed, a 150mm cannon shell had already fallen, making a deafening explosion.

However, it was not the Chinese position that was bombed, but their Japanese devils themselves.

The explosion site was instantly razed to the ground, and more than thirty Japanese disappeared directly from the world. The explosion's impact reached fifty meters away. I don't know how many Japanese were affected by the explosion, with heavy casualties.

"Baga!"

MCC was surprised and thought to himself: Are the artillery glasses blind? Why did you hit the shells on your own positions?

But I didn't expect that at this moment, boom! Boom! After several loud noises came one after another, his entire central army fell into great chaos.

A large-caliber cannon, and dozens of people were gone after one shot. Many people could not even find their complete bodies.

There were five squadrons of the central army in MCC, and nearly one-fifth of them were shot in by these few artillery pieces. Such casualties were too fast. It was so fast that MCC could not accept it at all. Are all their artillery soldiers blind? Was they shot all the shells onto their own positions?

But he thought again and thought that something was wrong. His heavy artillery troops were unable to contact for a long time. Could it be that something happened?

Thinking of this, MCC Cang quickly ordered his adjutant and said, "You, go and order the first squadron and the second squadron of the Zangmu Brigade to see what our artillery is like! If I guess correctly, our artillery may be gone."

"Your Excellency, how is this possible? We did not find any enemy troops along the way. And the heavy artillery troops, plus the heavy machine gun squadron and infantry squadron, must have a total of four or five hundred people?"

His adjutant was very confused about how the imperial artillery troops fell into the hands of the enemy so easily.

MCC was a little depressed and sighed, "If all this was the masterpiece of that man, there would be nothing impossible. If I had known that the man was commanding this battle, I would have been more careful!

Go! Let the first squadron and the second squadron take back our heavy artillery, otherwise our 38th Regiment will no longer exist today, do you understand?..."
Chapter completed!