The elders looked at these things, and smiles appeared on their simple faces. Through the sky curtain, they seemed to be looking through the sky curtain at the motherland they were defending, which had stood up.
Their eyes looking into the distance became more and more determined.
One punch is enough to prevent a hundred punches from coming.
They want to succeed as soon as possible, so that they can live the best life possible.
[The camera turned and several leaders squatted on the ground, looking at the map spread out on the ground to discuss the next battle plan. They quarreled over whether to continue the attack or rest, but finally decided to continue the attack.
The camera switches again, and inside the front-line transfer station, a young soldier is filming with a camera. A car stops, and the person who pops out of the car is Li Xiang's sister Li Xiao, who is also going to the front line.
The young soldier who was filming was criticized and pushed by everyone. Li Xiao stepped forward to stop them. The young soldier explained that they were combat casualty disciplinarians and had to record the names and appearances of the martyrs.
The others were not satisfied with this. The news of the death instantly ignited Yang Sandi's anger. He stepped forward and attacked with angry tears in his voice. They did this just to let the relatives of the martyrs understand how they sacrificed, and to ensure that someone would remember them decades later.
Yang Sandi lifted a white cloth, and a young face appeared in the camera, a nineteen-year-old martyr who died for his country.
Yang Sandi followed Li Xiao onto the truck and met Sun Xing, who had a dull look in his eyes. The truck started and headed for the front line.
At the same time, Li Moyin also set off for the front line, and the family of three was about to reunite at the front line. Before leaving, the leader gave Li Moyin the candy given to him by a child in the country and asked him to help pass it on to Li Xiang.
The father and son met at the front line. The truck was ambushed on the road and they happened to meet weapons expert Wu Benzheng and his guard Zhang Xiaoheng. When passing Songgu Peak, Sun Xing stood up as if he remembered something.
Wu Benzheng explained that this was war amnesia and that memory could be restored with guidance.
Li Xiang's army and the enemy army exchanged fire in the dark night, and Li Xiang and others arrived at the same time.
The enemy tanks were closing in on them, and the soldiers in the trenches scrambled for explosives. When the tanks passed through the trenches, they placed the explosives on the bottom of the tanks, destroying the tanks and killing the soldiers.
Although it was difficult, fortunately we successfully occupied the enemy's territory.
When he saw the tanks advancing and the soldiers scrambling for explosives, Zhou Jia immediately realized what kind of fighting style this was, and that was what made him even more heartbroken.
Damn, I really want to put it back on and send them a Dongfeng Express.
Ying Zheng also noticed this detail. Based on the fact that the tank stopped moving immediately after the bomb exploded, it was obvious what happened to those people within the explosion range. The answer to his doubts had already been revealed at this time.
His face darkened a little.
The cold numbers mentioned in history books have become more real.
Some emperors also had a vague premonition, but they didn't dare to believe it. After all, in their understanding, how many people would do such a fatal thing? There are many people in this world who are afraid of death.
but.
There is an indestructible will in this world called faith, there is a kind of people called volunteers, and there is a person who says, defend the country.
They have no way out, and we have no way out.
Zhou Jia's eyes were blurred with tears. [Mimiao, weapons, is that okay?]
Miaomiao knew what she meant, and knew that what she was talking about was definitely not just ordinary weapons.
[The timeline is too close. Generally, for this kind of thing, we are only allowed to hand over the design drawings for improvement, and we are not allowed to directly provide weapons.]
For the Way of Heaven, everything has already been predetermined. The system itself is not allowed to exist. If it is not regulated, the world may face the risk of collapse.
Zhou Jia just wanted to know how to provide weapons, but seeing Miaomiao's expression, he knew that it would take a while to explain it clearly, so he temporarily put his thoughts aside and concentrated on watching the video.
[The brother and sister met each other, and the soldiers were cheering for their victory. They began to urgently build fortifications early the next morning.
Wu Benzheng was obsessed with the tank he shot down, but Sun Xing still had no memory of it. A soldier named Yang Chuanyu looked at Sun Xing and seemed very familiar with him.
The war was intense, the forces on all sides were surging, and the fighting continued.
Our army has 25,000 troops, while the enemy has 50,000. The gap in manpower and weapons and equipment makes it seem that they have no chance of winning. All the pressure is on the 189th Division, but they cannot fail and can only succeed.
They must keep Cheorwon.
In the first defense, Wu Benzheng directed the digging and construction of trenches to restrain tanks, and everyone performed their duties.
Lights out sounded as war began.
Under the stimulation of Yang Chuanyu and Yang Sandi, Sun Xing finally remembered his identity.
The three members of the Li family finally met up at the front line, but unfortunately, they were only able to exchange a few words before they were disrupted by a sudden attack and separated.
As an expert, Wu Benzheng was collecting everyone's suggestions for improving weapons. He was impatient at first, but when he heard the soldiers talk about close-range throwing, he couldn't help but remain silent. He handed the fruits on the table to these most lovely people. When it came to the last soldier, he opened his mouth, and Wu Benzheng fed the fruit into his mouth.
The attack once again disrupted their happy atmosphere. The young soldier looked at the approaching tank, grabbed the bomb, and ran towards the tank without looking back. Wu Benzheng tried to stop him but failed. His heartbreaking cry echoed in the battlefield, "Child, come back!"
Bang——
The person who was alive just now has now turned into a motionless corpse. Wu Benzheng's eyes turned red in disbelief.
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It’s horrible, so horrible.
In the hail of bullets, if you are not careful you will be covered in blood. It would be fine if you die immediately, but the worst thing is that you don’t die but end up with broken arms and legs.
The generals of various dynasties had been on the battlefield for a long time and had long since disregarded life and death, but after seeing this fighting style that was completely different from their own, they couldn't help but feel a little fear in their hearts.
However, the emperors of the Ming and Qing dynasties had the greatest impact. After all, during their time, firearms had already been used on a large scale, and they even possessed very advanced firearms.
But for such a behemoth in the film, these are really nothing, not even an instant kill.
Zhu Yuanzhang was silent from the beginning of the film, not saying a word. The princes and ministers below were naturally trembling with fear. Only Zhu Biao looked relatively calm, but his brows were also furrowed.
It has only been a few hundred years since the war began, and the West already had such advanced weapons and equipment at that time. What about now?
What about their current development of firearms? Will they, like in the future, use spears and cannons to blast open the gates of the Ming Dynasty?
This was not only the question of Emperor Ming, but also the question of the early Qing emperors. As for the later Qing emperors, they had already experienced it firsthand.
But the most distressing thing is that they claim to have overcome the problem of accuracy deviation in throwing imitation weapons, and the method is the simplest and crudest - throwing at close range.
To put it more simply, life for life.
They will die if they are within the blast range of the explosives.
And that determined young soldier truly demonstrated the four words "approach and throw" in front of them.
Ten thousand dynasties were silent.
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