The Sichuan Army Corps' flag has passed through many hands and now it is in the hands of this unworthy Sichuan Army Corps. In fact, there are only one and a half Sichuanese here, so I don't know if they can be considered as part of the Sichuan Army Corps.
Yao Ma's head was still wrapped, and he looked at the flag with excitement, showing off to his good brothers beside him, "Look, this is the flag of our Sichuan Army~!" The expression on his face was as if he had eaten sweet poop.
The other half of the Sichuanese, the unlucky one, said nothing, but just watched while touching the cloth bag around his waist.
The Xing Tian on the shroud had no head and was holding an axe in one hand and a sickle in the other, still in a fighting stance, appearing in front of all the guys.
Dead dead, hold it up for every bastard who can still breathe to see it clearly, carefully,
Then, their regimental commander used an iron bamboo pole to pick up the flag along a firing hole and propped it up outside. Shuo Yu thought that this proved that the monster tree had been occupied by their Sichuan Army Corps. He felt happy just thinking about this.
They never worked for Yu Xiaoqing, Master Yu, or the Party or the country. That was too far away from them. They only worked for their family, their comrades, and themselves.
However, the flag that was stretched out immediately became the target of the attack from the Japanese soldiers in that direction. Perhaps God really opened his eyes. At this moment, it started to rain outside. Countless bullets and small shells poured down but failed to knock down the flag flying on the tree fort.
Later, after all of them finally left Nantianmen, the flag was taken away by the "good adjutant" of the Sichuan Army Corps. Except for a few bullet holes, it was still intact.
The rain in Zenda always comes suddenly and without any rules. No one knows when it will start or end. Shuoyu and the others took all the containers that could hold water and planned to take advantage of this time to collect some more water to drink.
Everyone was in a hurry, with occasional gunshots coming from outside. While Shuo Yu was busy, he told them about the international events he had read in the newspaper today. Everyone was chewing gum in their mouths as they listened to their news anchor start to tell interesting news.
They held their guns in one hand while listening to Banxian'er's news, and with their bright eyes, they held up their dirty bowls with one hand while drinking the watery soup that had a few oil droplets on it because of the canned food today.
The rain outside is now falling lightly.
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