"Captain, why would I lie to you? Do you have anything worth my deceiving you?"
After he said this, he stood up, tapped his numb and cramped legs with his hands, held on to the wall and walked out, leaving him dead in the room.
Shuo Yu didn't know whether the captain believed what he said or not, but when he saw Si La Si La again, this guy was alive and kicking next to the radio microphone, continuing to talk and provoke Takeuchi Renshan who was hiding somewhere.
Seeing the leader like this, he just pretended that nothing had happened that day and continued to do what he was supposed to do, which was boring and meaningless.
Fanla's voice was still reading Ayi's diary,
"...It's thanks to the deaths of thirty-eight people in the past twenty-four days that we've managed to hold on until now, and it's also thanks to Banxian'er who always manages to make a pot of thin soup delicious. I found a deserted place and prayed to the gods. I know all about them, but I've never believed in any of them: Jehovah, Jesus, Allah, the Three Pure Ones, Tathagata, Guanyin, the Jade Emperor, the Queen Mother, and especially my father who died at the hands of the Japanese. No matter who it is, please bless them, help them. No one here should die again... Every one of them is glorious and great..."
Everyone fell silent along with Fanla's voice. Fanla was still muttering the names of many gods, including but not limited to the Eighteen Arhats, the Eight Vajra Kings, Guandi, the God of Land, and the Kitchen Goddess...
Fanla cried, but he did not admit that he was crying. He just said that there were indeed two lines on the sides of his eyes, which were pointed out by Zhang Lixian, who was closest to him. He said that he was yawning.
Others joined in the commotion, breaking up the unstoppable atmosphere of sadness.
The sound of Fanla continued, and Shuoyu leaned against the wall and continued to listen, but this time Milong seemed to be really crying, because Ayi's diary recorded the past twenty days in almost great detail. Even he was in a daze. Had more than twenty days passed?
Ah Yi always tried his best to make everything around him in order, but war is inherently irrational, and they couldn't find any reason from anything in this war.
This Ayi, who always holds his pocket pistol and is highly nervous, uses his perspective to meticulously record everything they have experienced together, recording death, life, what they still have, and what they have lost.
Like Veterinarian Hao, he wrote down the names of every dead person, their urgent requests for food, the difficulties of the airdrops, and the greater hardships and lives they had to pay to get them. He wrote down the hundreds of attacks by the Japanese army, and every night when they couldn't sleep because of hunger.
He tried hard to make the intangible things tangible and recordable, the pride and glory that no one knew about.
Shuo Yu raised his arm, facing the white light above, looking at his palm, where only his fingers were visible. How could they not be proud and proud? Every one of them could almost stand up and shout loudly that they were heroes now, heroes that no one could change!
It's just that they now choose to lie down unless it is necessary.
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Dead, dead, dead, he was yelling on the radio to Takeuchi who was now out of some rat hole.
"Ahem, ahem, can you hear me? I know you can hear me, Takeuchi, Takeuchi, you said that I only had a few dozen people, but I defeated thousands of you. Don't you think you should thank me? I don't need anything else. Just come out and kowtow to me three times. Do you think I'm very understanding? You said I've occupied your headquarters for almost a month, yes, it should be a month. If you still have any shame, you should have sent your own head here with three kowtows and nine bows. But why haven't you come yet? I guess you have no shame."
“Haha ...
Maybe Takeuchi has learned his lesson, and now he is quiet. He may think that their leader is just a noisy cicada who will die sooner or later, so he has no time to pay attention to him.
Shuo Yu listened to the energetic laughter of their regiment commander overhead and laughed silently along with him. The shrouds they hung outside received heavy attacks from the Japanese in the first few days of being hung out. However, a few days later, their enemies found out, even though they dared not admit it, that this action had no effect at all except wasting their artillery shells.
Since a night no one could remember, there had been no more gunshots from that direction.
In the woods not far from them, there were many cold gunmen and grenadiers hidden that Shuoyu and his men could not see now. The mobile bunkers that had troubled Yu Xiaoqing in the sandbox battle were now facing them.
They always thought that since Takeuchi's fortifications had been destroyed by them, that guy should have committed suicide by seppuku and gone to heaven to pledge allegiance to their emperor, but this old man was more patient than any of them imagined. Maybe he still wanted to win.
Sometimes, when Shuo Yu was in front of the microphone, he liked to say some inspiring words, such as asking every one of Takeuchi's men to chop off eight and a half pounds of Takeuchi's flesh if they still wanted to go home. Naturally, everyone would be happy with this.
They can all go back to their own homes and find their own mothers. How great is that?
The Takeuchi Regiment was forced to live like rats, and they had to be more like rats than the Japanese to survive.
The sound of "death, death" was speaking to the east coast. I don't know what he wanted to say this time, but just as he opened his mouth, a shell from the east coast was fired in response to him. The accuracy was so strong that Shuo Yu was sure that this was Clauber greeting them again.
"That fat guy is quite useful. His cannon is quite accurate."
"That's right, he's fine now. Master Yu will feed him until he's even fatter!"
"Clauber, are you okay?"
Shuo Yu faced the direction from which the shell came and greeted Clauber, whom he could not possibly see, through the small firing hole, hoping that if Young Master Yu had any conscience, he would not mistreat the few remaining cannon fodder on the other side.
During the days of holding the tree fort, they rarely went out. Except for the time when they were competing with the Japanese for airdrops, they had to stay in this dark and gloomy monster tree most of the time, without seeing the sun, only knowing day and night.
Even he hadn't taken a good look at the sky outside for a long time. When they went out to grab things, they were busy trying to get back quickly, and no one had time to look up to see what pattern the clouds in the sky were forming today.
Master Mai transformed from a statue into a living being, freed Medusa from petrification, and the first words he said were "Airdrop! Airdrop!"
Yes, today's airdrop is here again.
Dead, dead, dead, someone came out from nowhere, but was one step slower than Master Mai who was looking up at the sky. He rushed over, yelling, looking at the sky at the door, and then yelled with Master Mai,
"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Move, move!"
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