Shuo Yu looked at the face in front of him, which was lower than his own, and patted it upwards with interest.
"What should I do? Should I cry? We're just a few people, and we can't go home. Do you believe it? Across the Nujiang River is where we came from, and that's where we're going back to. I'm almost talking about going home all the time!"
Long Wenjian looked up at the guys gathered around him and began to speak.
"Everyone present here is my trusted confidant and close follower. No matter what happens, each of you should keep your eyes on a white towel. Don't shoot or use knives. You won't mistake the Japanese for Chinese, right?"
Long Wenjian showed what the signal was for a joint attack. Don't shoot. Shooting will let the defenders on the east coast find out, and then no one will be able to get through.
The action of pulling the bolt of the rifle became the signal for their action. Shuo Yu wiped the bayonet in his hand and began to look for the next target in the team.
Now the song they were singing in their team was the Yunnan Uprising Song. Shuoyu was not sure if this was the name of the song, but he could not sing it anyway.
He watched Meng Fanle call a guy who also had a white towel tied around his neck "Wan Shou Yuan" and then left, which meant that this guy was not the target. In order to avoid accidental injury, Shuo Yu wanted to step forward and tear off the white towel on the other person's neck.
"What are you doing?"
Shuoyu's hand was grabbed, and he smiled as he looked at the guy in front of him who really looked like a beast from the zoo.
"What's your name, little brother? Where are you from?"
"Li Youcai, from Chengde, Rehe."
"Nice place, nice place, not bad, not bad. So you and I are from the same hometown?"
The other person's eyes seemed to be saying, "How dare you claim to be from the same hometown as me when you can't even tell what I'm saying?"
Although the other party did not say it out loud, Shuo Yu could tell that this was what he meant. He wanted to cover his face. His hometown dialect was indeed not very authentic, especially after being with Fanla and Bula, he no longer knew where they were speaking.
Seeing that he liked the white towel so much, Shuo Yu withdrew his hand awkwardly and continued to look for his target. Because he spoke Japanese in the ears of the Japanese, he quickly locked onto a small-looking Japanese soldier.
It can be seen that the Japanese were really out of people. At the beginning of the war, they were dreaming of invading all of China in three months. Their ridiculous daydream was doomed to fail from the beginning.
Maybe the sunk costs are too high, or maybe they really love this land too deeply.
The war has progressed to this point, and it is no longer the responsibility of one person, but rather the responsibility of a group of people, a group of people who can never be satisfied with themselves, and who demand from the world everything they think the world should give them.
In order to be superior to all living beings, they are willing to give up anything, including the lives of many innocent people.
Shuo Yu said sorry in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.
When he saw the order from his regiment commander, he inserted the sharp knife into the tender body without hesitation. The veterinarian was right, "The heart, liver and lungs of the Japanese soldiers look the same as ours." In fact, all people in the world look the same. They have two eyes, one mouth, and the blood they bleed is all red. There is no difference.
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