Ma Hehua was not quite conscious, but she listened to her mother!
Without saying a word, he drew the broadsword from his back and charged towards the Japanese soldiers.
"You son of a bitch, take this!"
Ma Linghua was full of energy, her figure constantly moving around the scene. Compared to killing ghosts, she felt very happy now.
Chi Huan, holding Ma Lihua, glared at the two women who had gone mad with murderous intent.
In the winter of 1937, Nanjing was like an isolated island in dire straits, shrouded in the shadow of war.
The biting wind cut like a knife across people's faces, as if it too was weeping for the city that was about to suffer a catastrophe.
The company commander of the Fifth Company stood on the ruined position, amidst the smoke and pungent smell of gunpowder.
His gaze was resolute as he looked ahead, his eyes revealing a determination to face death without fear.
The battle he had just experienced was like a nightmare, yet it was presented to him in a very real way.
"Company Commander, who...who are they?" asked a young soldier named Liangzi, his voice trembling with shock and fear.
His eyes widened as he stared at the ghostly figures on the battlefield, his grip on the gun tightening unconsciously, his palms sweating profusely.
The enemies fell one after another with a single strike from them; their strength and speed were beyond human imagination, making one wonder if they were even human.
A serious expression flashed across the company commander's face. He took a deep breath and said slowly, "Liangzi, don't worry about that. Quickly, take the wounded and retreat. Notify the political commissar that Nanjing cannot be held. Tell him to take the organization and all the secrets of our country."
His voice was deep and firm, as if it had become a stabilizing force on this chaotic battlefield.
Liangzi looked up at the company commander, her eyes filled with reluctance and worry: "And what about you, company commander?"
The company commander slightly raised his chin, his eyes flashing with determination: "Me? I have to fight to the end. You follow orders."
His tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable power.
Liangzi burst into tears in an instant. He knew that this might be the last time he spoke with the company commander.
"Yes, I guarantee the mission will be completed."
He fought back tears, answered loudly, then turned and led the wounded to a swift retreat.
Watching Liangzi's departing figure, the company commander smiled, a smile that carried a hint of relief and a touch of tragic grandeur.
"I will live and die with Nanjing, and I will never retreat."
He murmured to himself, his voice soft, yet it seemed to echo across the empty battlefield.
The company commander turned around and looked once again at the smoke-filled battlefield.
He tightened his grip on the gun, a surge of boundless courage welling up within him.
He thought of his hometown, the people who suffered in the war, and his mission as a soldier.
He knew he could not retreat. Even if he had to die, he would die on this land, for Nanjing, for the country, and for millions of his compatriots.
The smoke on the battlefield grew thicker, and the enemy's battle cries grew closer.
The company commander stood there quietly, like an unyielding mountain peak.
There was no fear in his eyes, only hatred for the enemy and a desire for victory.
Waiting, waiting for the enemy to arrive, waiting for the final life-or-death battle.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and everything around became so quiet.
The company commander could hear his own heartbeat; it was the rhythm of life, the melody that beat for his beliefs.
He gripped the gun tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, and leaned slightly forward, ready to charge at any moment.
Finally, the enemy came into his sight.
Their faces were contorted with rage, and they were filled with bloodthirsty madness.
Without hesitation, the company commander pulled the trigger, and the gunshot rang out, breaking the silence.
He charged at the enemy like an enraged lion, his gun firing incessantly. Enemies fell one after another, but more surged forward.
The company commander had multiple wounds, and his uniform was stained with blood.
But he continued to fight tenaciously, and every shot he fired and every charge he made seemed to declare to the world: the soldiers of the Flower Kingdom will never surrender!
During the fierce battle, the company commander gradually felt his strength failing.
His movements began to slow, but his gaze remained firm.
He had no regrets even though his life was about to end.
Looking at his fallen comrades and the land stained with blood, he was filled with grief and indignation.
"Come on, you damned Japanese devils!" he shouted, using his last bit of strength to charge at the enemy.
Just then, a bullet flew in and hit him in the chest.
His body trembled slightly, and he slowly collapsed.
But his eyes remained open, gazing at the land he loved so dearly, and at the receding figures of his comrades.
The company commander's final cry echoed over Nanjing: "I will live and die with Nanjing! I will never retreat!"
This sound transcends time and space, becoming an eternal memory of Nanjing and a symbol of the indomitable spirit of the soldiers of the Flower Kingdom.
"Damn it, Kameda-kun, why haven't you breached the castle yet?"
An official from the cherry blossom country roared angrily.
"Colonel, take a look."
Seeing the telescope appear before them, the Japanese soldier picked it up and began to look at it.
All they could see were their soldiers being ruthlessly slaughtered by two crazy women. Bullets couldn't penetrate them, and artillery shells couldn't kill them; it was simply outrageous.
"What kind of work is this?"
A traitor with a middle parting and a three-goat beard immediately said, "Colonel, this is someone who knows Qimen Dunjia, just like those Taoist priests we killed before. We have to outsmart him."
"Alright! Very good, you go negotiate."
The man with the three-goat beard: "…………………………"
He'd go? He's not blind; are those two women even human?
Let's not even talk about using knives; there's also the idea of tearing apart Japanese soldiers with bare hands. Who would dare to do that?
He can't be killed by guns, cannons, or bayonets, so what's the point of him going? But since he's already boasting about it, he has no choice but to go!
He'll definitely get shot if he does this.
Ma Linghua looked at the corpse in front of her, then suddenly raised her head. Oh no, what happened? She's gone mad.
This is history! Pear Blossom said they shouldn't interfere, it can't be changed.
"Lotus, that's enough, let's go!" He tugged at his daughter, then turned around and almost scared her to death.
"Kill, kill, kill!" Ma Hehua had already entered the Dao; only by killing enough people would she regain her sanity.
"Hey! You two are surrounded. Surrender and you'll be spared. The Imperial Army will reward you handsomely."
"puff…………"
The traitor with the three goat beard was slit in the throat by the curved knife thrown by Ma Linghua, and blood spurted five meters high.
"Hmph! When did it become a man's business to meddle in women's affairs? Stop talking nonsense! Especially a coward like you."
Ma Linghua's voice was icy. As soon as she finished speaking, she shivered and exclaimed, "Oh my god! It's so cold today!" She stopped what she was doing and quickly took out a bright red cotton-padded coat from her bag and put it on.
Those around her were frozen in place for a few seconds by her actions.
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