Finally, they gathered at the place where they could see the planes in the sky the best. They watched as the planes from across the ocean dropped a circle of bombs on the area near the tree fort. It was a grand and spectacular sight, just like setting off firecrackers during the New Year.
Shuo Yu pulled Master Mai, who was about to leave, and hid behind the defense line at the door. During a counterattack yesterday, they had moved the defense line back to a distance from the door.
Si La Si La was also attracted by the noise and followed the two excited Americans to watch the plane dropping bombs from the sky.
Although most guys didn't know what to be excited about, the plane came, but it circled around, dropped some bombs from a distance, and then left.
He was sure that the power of these bombs was not as great as the damage caused by Takeuchi scratching himself.
National Assistance said that their planes once dropped 3,000 tons of bombs on a small island and destroyed three tanks.
Milong said, that’s really the end.
Shuo Yu felt the same way, but he didn't say it out loud. He just looked up at the sky where there was nothing.
Master Mai was still shouting angrily, "Airdrop! Airdrop!" Next to him was Si La Si La, who didn't even have the strength to speak. He was asking his two interpreters whether he should beat up the American next to him. The guy didn't even speak Chinese now.
Shuo Yu ignored him and just looked at Master Mai's head. This unlucky American who was mixed up with them had already done his duty.
He looked at the crowd that had fallen into silence again. He didn't know why he felt that this song was in line with the current atmosphere, so he sang it for all ears that could hear.
"There has never been a savior, nor do we rely on gods or emperors! To create happiness for mankind,
It all depends on ourselves~..."
"Rise up, you starving and cold slaves! Rise up, you suffering people of the world! Your blood is boiling with passion. Let us fight for the truth~... This is the final struggle. Unite until tomorrow..."
On the tenth day of their defense of Nantianmen, they received airdropped supplies from their American allies, a total of fifty boxes. They snatched two from the Japanese. One box contained the latest issues of newspapers from major international media, and the other box contained a few scattered canned goods and biscuits, as well as two large packs of chewing gum.
Now they have the freshest breath and the flattest stomachs in the world.
Fanla said, "...we can continue to live with little hope."
As soon as he finished saying "Fanla", Shuo Yu blew a big bubble in front of his eyes and went upstairs, intending to read the international newspapers that they had worked so hard to snatch to the bastards on the east and west coasts who were still breathing.
Their leader said something to Young Master Yu on the east coast with a cold face. His tone was gentle, but there was no expression on his face. For these two boxes of useless supplies, several more of their men died.
The bodies were pushed into the morgue. Ayi was writing down their names, and Master Mai was praying to his God over the bodies.
And the national assistance trembled even more violently.
When he finished reading the news, he saw that their regimental commander had changed the direction of the Type 92 infantry gun that had been placed behind the door to facilitate the reception of their reinforcements, and this time aimed it at their always-open door.
Fanla said that no one wanted them anymore, and now they had to cherish their unwanted lives.
Si La Si La stood there with his back to them, and he was asking,
"Look, who are we fighting for now? Who are we defending for? Yu Xiaoqing? I'm afraid that if I say this, it will shorten the life of Master Yu across the way. He can't die, just like us. We are still useful and can't die. But who are we defending for? For Seventh Aunt, Eighth Aunt, Sixth Grandma?"
The leader turned around and looked at them. Shuoyu stood in the crowd. No one spoke. The silence was so severe that it killed him. Then he began to imitate Fanla's catchphrase, Milong's tone, and his deadly manner.
"Master, defend him. Bastard, defend him. Asshole, fool, and brain-dead idiot, defend Yu Xiaoqing! We defend ourselves, for ourselves, for survival, for returning home, for our home, for China, the only thing we have..."
He wanted to cry, but his eyes could no longer shed even a single tear.
Ayi started crying again, and Fanla was also crying. While crying, he told Banxianer not to learn from him. But because Fanla was talking, Shuoyu heard his choking voice and knew that he was crying.
His captain looked at him with a bitter smile on his face. Shuo Yu thought that he must want to say something, but he said nothing. The smile on his face was so bitter that it didn't look good at all.
"You're right, Banxianer is right. Only the country bumpkin with his head stuck in the door is guarding for that idiot! I still want to go home! My wife and my son Lei Baoer are waiting for me!" Milong said shamelessly, becoming the only movement in the whole audience except for the crying.
Nothing matters now, only ourselves.
Si La Si La seemed to be alive again, no matter if it was fake or real, he asked Fan La to take the Sichuan Army Corps flag that he had handed over to them. Shuo Yu didn't expect that Fan La still had the cloth with the blood from his fingers on it. The black Xing Tian was stained with a little dark red, floating in the eyes of each of them.
Si La Si La kept calling Fan La his good adjutant, and he looked like he wanted to kiss Fan La on the face, just like He Shuguang did to Mi Long.
Shuo Yu also wanted to kiss Fanla. This guy was always so awkward. He wanted to think about the things he said he didn't want to think about, and cared about the things he said he didn't care about, just like the flag that had been in his bag.
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