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Northeast, in a rarely visited village outside Jinzhou City.

In the room, a young warrior screamed and fainted.

"The bullets have been taken out. Whether it can hold on next depends on whether the King of Hell will accept him!" The man threw a bullet aside and began to bandage the wound by the young soldier.

"Huzi, you must hold on. I have promised your mother that she will take good care of you. After driving away the Japanese in two years, she will have to marry you!" A burly man next to him said to the young man in a coma.

After settling down the young man, the burly man withdrew from the room. Outside, there were several soldiers with guns sitting cross-legged on the ground, all of them were injured. It seemed that they had just passed a battle.

"Boss, if this continues, it's not a solution. The Japanese send a large group of men to search the mountains every day. We are no match for them at all! Look, we fought with the Japanese and won't say that they lost two brothers, Hu Zi's life and death are still uncertain now!" One person said.

"Yes, boss, the Japanese are well-equipped. They have machine guns and mortars. I heard that there are tanks and planes. These guys in our hands are no match for the Japanese at all! When the Japanese come, we can only run into the deep mountains and forests. It's summer now, but if we wait until winter, the snow covers the mountains and runs into the mountains, it will be a dead end! Even if we are not killed by the Japanese, we will have to freeze and starve to death!" Another person also said.

"What do you think we should do?" asked the burly man.

"Boss, Zhang Shaoshuai is afraid that he will not be able to fight back in the current situation. The fat piece of Northeast China falls into the hands of the Japanese, and they can still spit it out! Sooner or later, the Northeast will become like North Korea and be completely annexed by the Japanese. I think we might as well surrender to the Japanese! Didn't the Japanese flyer say that as long as we are willing to surrender, we will have all the high officials and generous salaries!"

"The Japanese are so powerful. Young Marshal Zhang's hundreds of thousands of Northeast Army have fled. Just a few of us are really no match for others. The Northeast is already the territory of the Japanese. If we surrender now, we can at least get a job, which is better than starving to death in the deep mountains and forests!" Another person also advised.

The burly man had no words. He was unwilling to be a Japanese lackey in his heart, but he had to admit that what his two brothers said was reasonable. Those Japanese were really strong!

Especially after fighting a war with the Japanese today and suffering heavy losses, reality made him realize the strength of the Japanese soldiers.

Whenever I think of my dead brothers, the Japanese machine guns are lit up with fire, and the Japanese mortar shells explode in my ears, these painful memories are constantly eroding his will to resist and constantly tearing the hope in his heart.

"Or what will be surrender?" This thought came to mind for the first time.

"Wouldn't I be called a traitor? How can I, a dignified Chinese, sell my country and seek honor, and how can I be the one who is betrayed the clan and forget my ancestors!" The burly man became conflicted.

At this moment, someone rushed over from outside.

"Stone is back!" Someone immediately met him and asked anxiously: "How is it, have you bought the injury medicine?"

Shi Tou nodded, took out a few paper bags, and said, "I bought it. I've applied it to the best golden sore medicine and can stop bleeding. In addition, I also bought two packs of Chinese medicine, saying that it can replenish blood and replenish qi."

"That's great. With this golden sore medicine, the tiger's son is saved!" The burly man showed joy.

"By the way, boss, I got this, the newspapers sent from the pass and leaflets!" Shi Tou took out a few more pieces of paper and handed them to the burly man.

The burly man took the newspaper and leaflets and looked over carefully.

"Boss, is there any new news within the gate?" the person next to him asked.

"Our Chinese athletes won a game!" said the burly man.

"What's the point of winning the game? No matter how many games you win, you can't win the Northeast back! It's better to be like us, just fight with the little Japanese with real swords and guns!" One person said disdainfully.

"This time it's different. He not only won the game, but also won the Japanese!" The burly man paused and continued: "This is said that the person who jumped the farthest in the world before was a Japanese, and now the person who jumped the farthest in the world is us Chinese!"

When the burly man said this, he took a deep breath and clenched his fists tightly: "Now do you know? We Chinese are not only not worse than Japanese, but also stronger than Japanese! Our Chinese athletes can defeat Japanese on the field, and those who hold guns can also defeat Japanese on the battlefield!"

"Those little Japanese are just relying on their weapons to be better than us. If they really compare themselves with their bodies and abilities, they will definitely be inferior to us Chinese! So what if winter comes? We can't stand it then, and the little Japanese can't stand it. If it really snows heavily and seals the mountain, those little Japanese will come to search the mountain? Why don't they freeze to death!"

"Brothers, we must persevere. This is our home and the land left to us by our ancestors. We must not give it to the little Japanese! If we really join the little Japanese and become traitors, let alone the common people have to poke our backbone and scold us. Even after death, we will have no shame to see our ancestors!"

At this moment, the burly man's heart had a firm will to resist again, and the fire of hope was rekindled in his heart!

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In Peking, exiled students from Northeast China walked to the streets, and they were celebrating in a parade.

For these students who lost their homes and left their hometowns, Chen Qiang broke the long jump world record held by Zhongping, the southern part of the country, which has a different meaning.

The humiliation after the "September 18th" Incident and the pain of losing their homes finally responded at this moment!

Although the victory in the Olympics cannot drive away the invaders and cannot regain the lost home, it is emotionally exciting. The insignificant victory on the field can even make these Northeast students who have been exiled to Peking feel a long-lost sense of happiness.

Since coming to Peking, bad news has caused these Northeast exile students to be depressed and fall into inferiority. They even have a sense of doubt. Are the Chinese really inferior to the Japanese, and the huge China deserves to be invaded and divided up!

Some people gradually began to become numb and began to accept all this. The hope of regaining their homes became increasingly slim, and the idea of ​​resistance became increasingly weak. Some people even chose to return to the Northeast, return to their hometowns, and be "submissive people" under the feet of the Japanese!

It was at this moment that Chen Qiang sent a cardiotonic agent!

For these Northeast exiled students, they really need this shot of a heart-warming agent. Although this is not a victory on the battlefield, it can make them feel that this country and this nation still have hope! There are still people struggling for this country!

If an athlete can defeat the Japanese in the sports field, then what reason do they have to surrender if they have been stolen from their homes?

Don’t be depressed by frustration and failure, hold on!

Keep fighting with hope!

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Chapter completed!