Chapter 133 Sound the clarion call for counterattack!
Song Yu was confused:?
The barrage was excited:
[Yes, yes, yes, yes, that’s right. It’s just what I thought, right?! 】
[Liu'er's judgment was correct. This is the Martyrs' Cemetery. I looked around and found that more than half of the tombstones had no names engraved on them. Most of them are unknown martyrs. I roughly estimate that there are about 50,000 of them. 】
[Fuck, Liu'er is going to summon a heroic spirit!] 】
[Ancestors, come out, come out and kill the foreigners together! 】
[Really, I cried my heart out. They sacrificed their lives to protect us, and after death they became heroic spirits, still guarding this land and us. 】
[The bottom of the box is endless, and it all depends on me, Liu'er. To kill the foreign devils and the foreign powers that invaded our land, how can we leave out our martyrs? 】
[Foreign devils, tremble, I, Liu'er, and the army of heroes are going to fight back! 】
Lu Liuhe had already lit three incense sticks, stuck them into the soil, and knelt down deeply and devoutly facing the cemetery full of broken tombstones.
He kowtowed.
"I pay my respects to the heroic spirits who have bravely defended our country."
He kowtowed a second time.
"The spirit of our ancestors will live forever."
He kowtowed for the third time.
"Three thanks to the heroic spirits for blessing me in planting flowers!"
Her clear and ethereal voice was filled with endless worship and admiration.
Song Yu only felt that there were gusts of wind blowing around him.
It's not the kind of gloomy wind, but it can dispel the darkness and haze, like a spring breeze, a gentle wind, like an elder gently caressing a child's head.
He heard someone talking.
"Hey, it's the first time someone has offered us incense 235 years after the end of the world."
"You said this little girl, can she see us?"
"Report to the regiment commander, I'm afraid the situation on the battlefield is not going well. The power of that boy is too terrifying. He wants to die together with the foreign devils."
"Fuck those foreign devils! If I were still alive, I would take my gun and kill them all, and let them see how powerful I am.
Back then, I took three people with me and overturned the artillery camp of the American devils. We penetrated thirty miles into the enemy camp and seized eighteen artillery pieces, thirty vehicles and eight radio stations. ”
"Back then, I was the only one left in a company. Before his death, the company commander told me to hold the position well and to use stones if I ran out of grenades and bullets. I killed more than 150 Japanese soldiers and held the position for seven days until reinforcements arrived."
"Don't you get tired of bragging every day? I led a platoon and wiped out an entire regiment of the Japanese. Did I say anything?"
"That's right. I'm a sharpshooter. I never miss a shot. I killed more than 8,000 Japanese in a year, which is more than the foreign devils invading us now. I didn't say anything."
Lu Liuhe was also listening, looking around at the countless brilliant souls shining with star-like light, and asked: "Then, seniors, do you want to come with me and relive the glorious days of the past?"
"Fuck, can this girl really see us?"
"Is she talking to us?"
"Little doll, did you hear what we said?"
"You old fools are bragging in front of the younger generation. Now that others have heard you, I wonder if you can still keep your dignity."
"What bragging? Those are all ironclad facts. Lao Chen, you can't be jealous of me just because my contributions are greater than yours. I'm telling you, this is not a good thing."
"Little kid, we dream of beating the foreign devils, but we are ghosts now. At most, we can possess the bodies of D-level mutant animals and plants. How can we help you?"
"Little baby, do you have any idea?"
Lu Liuhe took out a bottle of wine, the Maotai he bought at a high price in the system mall, and poured it on the ground. He closed his eyes slightly, and his voice became ethereal and sacred: "The green mountains bury the loyal bones, and the heroic souls protect the flowers.
Please help me, martyrs! ”
Song Yu saw countless spots of light shining with golden light appearing around him.
These rays of light gathered together and dispelled all the darkness and haze around them.
The light spots gradually grew larger and turned into illusory human figures, which then quickly became solid and turned into individuals.
Except for the fact that they radiate a golden glow of varying shades all over their bodies, they look exactly like living people.
Among them, there are elderly people in their seventies, children in their teens, young people in their teens, and mature and steady middle-aged people.
Some of them were dressed in tattered clothes, some had pale and muscular faces, but the determination and light of faith flashing in their eyes were enough to illuminate all the darkness of time.
"Little kid, I have a body now." A teenage martyr looked at Lu Liuhe with joy.
Lu Liuhe said: "I have used my mental power to temporarily give you physical bodies. Your bodies are now invulnerable to weapons, fire and water. As long as I am alive, your souls will never perish. Are you willing to fight back with me?"
The little martyr's big eyes sparkled brightly. He looked at her, nodded heavily, and said, "I am willing. Even if I don't have a gun, I have hands and feet. I am not afraid that I can't beat the foreign devils."
He had just finished speaking.
Suddenly, there was a gun in his hand.
Lu Liuhe said: "Whatever weapons you are used to, whatever weapons you want to use, just imagine it in your mind, and the weapons will appear in your hands."
Then.
Song Yu saw that there were all kinds of weapons in their hands, some he had seen before and some he had not seen before. Anyway, they were all weapons from prehistoric times long ago.
The barrage is like a treasure:
[Colt M1911 pistol. 】
[Ruger P08 pistol. 】
[M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle. 】
[Chicago Typewriter. 】
[German MP40.] 】
[Katyusha rocket launcher.] 】
【88mm anti-aircraft gun.】 】
[No, Liu'er, please remind the old man holding the Type 38 rifle that his gun is not powerful enough, and ask him to change it. 】
Lu Liuhe saw that there was not just one heroic spirit holding the Type 38 rifle, but many, many heroic spirits holding it.
Her voice was a little deep, and she used her consciousness to talk to the comments: "Perhaps they have only seen the Type 38 rifle and can't imagine any other weapons."
Otherwise, everyone would definitely choose the most powerful one.
Some even wanted to create bombers and tanks.
Unfortunately, she didn't have that much mental strength to support it, so they naturally couldn't transform.
The barrage is silent, it’s emo: My heart breaks!
sky.
It was getting darker and darker, as if a pitch-black sky would fall down at any moment.
The ground was still shaking violently.
Lu Liuhe looked at the heroes in front of him who were fully equipped with a solemn expression.
Everyone was waiting for her to speak and mobilize, and then rush to the battlefield together to kill the powers that invaded our territory and relive the glorious days.
She suddenly pulled out a charge horn, smiling brightly, but her eyes were filled with murderous intent like a raging sea: "I'm here to help you guys out."
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