Shuo Yu suddenly thought of something when listening to Fanla's words. He seemed to have seen a similar plot. The Japanese would disguise themselves as them to deceive them. If the Japanese really mixed into their team and crossed the river with the main force, then with the help of the inside and outside, the Nujiang River would really be lost.
Sometimes we only care about escaping. In a favorable battle, we only need a hundred people to drive away tens of thousands of refugees and deserters like chasing a flock of sheep, and then let these guys who are blinded by fear help them to break down one city after another.
Shuo Yu lowered his eyes and began to recall if there was anyone wrong in their team. He removed a bayonet and quietly left their leader's side.
The noisy fleeing soldiers and civilians on the banks of the Nujiang River were fighting with each other, vying to cross the river first. They were just a group of people who didn't want to die and were fighting for hope for their own "life".
Finally, Long Wenjian sent Milong to pull a ropeway for them to cross the river, and then they crossed the river as a whole to help the other side stabilize the river defense. When Milong took off his pants and used a pair of Chinese shorts to prove his identity,
Commander Ayi suddenly became reliable. Clothes can be worn by others, languages can be learned, and even pants can be taken off by the enemy, but some things are in our blood and cannot be changed.
Just like Shuo Yu, even after ten thousand years, his subconscious reaction when he heard about pork stewed with vermicelli was to make his mouth water and swallow his saliva, even though he was not hungry.
It was the same now. Shuoyu fired bullets into the sky, causing a brief silence and signaling everyone to look over. Ayi's voice was thus highlighted. It was the song of the educated youth joining the army. To be honest, Shuoyu himself could not sing it, because he had never heard of it before. However, it was obvious that these defeated soldiers had heard of it and could sing it.
"Have you not seen the Han Zhongjun, when he was young, he tied up the captives and asked for a long rope,
Haven’t you seen, Ban Dingyuan, the light cavalry from the remote area, urging the battle clouds——!
A man should take dangerous things seriously. How can he let being a scholar ruin his life?
Moreover, the country is in a precarious situation, and the imperial edicts are being sent out without stopping!
The sound coming from thousands of throats was very shocking. The defenders on the east coast also heard the song. Milong's voice was out of tune, showing his thighs only in his shorts, and they sang along, just to prove their own identity. They were really Chinese, just like them.
Finally, the defenders agreed to let them go, put down their guns, and allowed Milong to get his ferry rope.
Shuo Yu was walking in the team, looking at each face one by one. The bayonet in his hand changed from the iron white at the beginning to bright red. Every time he killed a guy he was sure of, he dragged the body into the woods. He saw the guys around him singing and looking at him in fear.
He finally knew how to sing the song he was singing now. Looking at the old man who was frightened by him, he smiled and sang along with everyone.
"The flags are fluttering, the horses are galloping~"
This song was sung by He Shuguang, shirtless, with an accordion in his hand, on the day they set out to leave Zenda. Shuoyu still remembered that he sang while dragging the lifeless body towards the forest.
"The flags are flying, the horses are galloping, good men, good men, serve your country today."
Then he walked backwards, singing, and met their leader in the woods, who was also stabbing a dagger into the chest of an unlucky guy. When they looked up, they looked at each other. The scene was a little awkward. Shuo Yu glanced at the one in the leader's hand, and then looked at the one in his own hand.
A bright smile appeared at the corner of his mouth,
"Captain, you're busy too."
"Quickly unite and don't be old and sick, quickly rise up and don't be scattered and mocked——!" The song seemed to be in a 365-60 loop, enveloping them.
The sound of the Japanese artillery fire was getting closer and closer to them. The infantry might only need one or two kilometers to reach them. The Nantianmen Gate was not easy to climb and would take some time, but it would not be too long.
Two faces, one black and one white, with the same smile,
"Everyone is busy, have you noticed it?"
Long Wenjian pulled the white towel from the neck of the still steaming corpse beneath him and waved it at Shuo Yu to illustrate his discovery.
"Well, they might be trying to take advantage of the situation and follow the main force to the east coast. I killed a few of them. They almost made up a small team. I don't know when they got in."
"Go call some people you think you can trust and have them come over."
"yes."
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Not spicy, but numb. Even bean cakes and veterinarians came. Everyone formed a circle and looked at the two corpses in the middle. Long Wenjian was squatting with his gun in his arms, and Shuo Yu was standing with a bayonet in his hand.
"Little devils, Japanese scouts, there is almost a squad here. The white towels around their necks are a sign to prevent accidental injuries. I killed a few, the regiment commander killed one, and there are still many, Bu La Ge~"
Bu La stared blankly at Shuo Yu who was approaching him, then looked at the two dead guys on the ground. Long Wenjian nodded to indicate that what Shuo Yu said was almost the same.
"I noticed he just opened his mouth but didn't sing. He looked at me, and I looked at him. I went into the woods, and he went into the woods too. He wanted to kill me."
"Turtle bastard, I'm going to get him! These monkeys who are the vanguard are easy to deal with, but they turn around and look for their mothers when they get shot."
Shuo Yu quipped, "Bu La Guo, you're so handsome~!"
Meng Fanle's expression was originally quite serious, but after being manipulated by Shuo Yu, he became a little frustrated and growled in a low voice.
"Grandpa, it's already this late, and you still have time to talk nonsense, right?"
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