"Shuoyu, you scared us to death. You slept for four hours straight. The vet said you were too tired and fell asleep. But Fanla couldn't wake you up no matter how hard she tried. You really got us all in trouble."
In order to prove that what he said was true, Ayi handed his watch to Shuoyu. It was indeed almost half past four.
Shuo Yu stood up, moved his body, and said to the guys who were surrounding him and unwilling to leave with a smile,
"I'm fine, really. I just fell asleep because I was tired. Don't you guys want to take a nap?" He patted everyone's shoulders, pushing them to go about their own business, and then told his father that he was really fine, just too tired.
He smiled as he caught up with Milong, who was searching for 7.7mm caliber bullets with Doubing in the scorched earth, and stuffed the only three bullets he had picked out earlier into the big hands.
"Use it sparingly. Be careful, Milong. Bullets are hard to come by."
Then he flew to find their regiment leader, but before he could get there, the regiment leader turned his head back, looking at him with surprise in his eyes, still shouting, holding his Mauser in his hand, shooting bullets into the sky.
"The sixteenth time!"
Shuo Yu had already skillfully laid down his men upon hearing his orders, fully prepared for battle. Everyone was like this. From the initial number of more than a thousand, they were reduced to less than five hundred men in one night. Those who had fought till now, except for those who were very lucky, were all guys who had fought in several battles before.
Shuo Yu hid his head behind a rock halfway up the mountain, holding the Changfeng Sword tightly in his hand, watching their enemies coming back again and again like locusts that could not be killed, and their numbers and equipment were better each time.
Long Wenjian pulled the bolt of his gun, and without him even saying anything, a group of guys followed him and rushed out together.
When they rushed out, there were still about 500 of them, but when they came back, there were only less than 300 left.
Panting, the only sound Shuo Yu could hear was the heavy breathing. His eyes were fixed on the rising sun. The sun here was not like the sun in the northeast, which was always hidden behind the clouds and could not be seen clearly. The fog was rising in the forest.
Shuo Yu hated this place from the bottom of his heart. If he could choose, he would never want to come to this broken place in his life. He didn't even want to wipe the Changfeng Sword in his hand. He just wanted to let the blood drain from his body slowly.
"Gently awaken your sleeping heart and slowly open your eyes."
Shuo Yu didn't know why he sang this song at this time, he just sang it because he felt like singing. The last time he sang this song was when he was in elementary school. It was the song they sang in the fifth grade chorus at the opening ceremony of the sports meeting. At that time, his biggest worry was the sun being too hot and how to borrow horror story books from his classmates.
"Look up and search for wings in the sky, migratory birds will appear with their shadows~
Bringing news of famine in the distance and the ruthless flames of war still lingering~——
The snow on Yushan Mountain falls, and the young man's heart is burning.
..."
No one spoke, everyone just listened, leaning against each other tiredly as Shuoyu sang this song, a song they had never heard before. Ayi held the gun with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.
Milong squinted his eyes and punched Li Wula, not knowing what he was going to do.
The brothers Bu La and Yao Ma looked very happy, because they had just killed a lot of little Japanese!
Fanla raised his eyes and looked at Shuoyu who was sitting on the rocks and singing. It was very quiet for a while. Even the occasional sound of the enemy's artillery shells disappeared. The singing echoed in their position, but it was not only heard by them.
Shuo Yu's current appearance made him look good enough to play Bao Zheng on the stage, but he still sang. In this battlefield where every second counts, the intervals between the enemy's attacks are getting longer and longer, indicating that they are gathering their troops. Perhaps the next attack will be the last. There will not be an eighteenth attack, and the seventeenth one is a one-time deal.
“The sunrise awakens the morning, and the earth is reborn in its splendor.
Let the sound of the gentle breeze compose the music of life~
Sing your passion, stretch out your hands,
Let me embrace your dream, let me have your true face~!
Let our smiles be filled with the pride of youth, and let us look forward to a better tomorrow~!"
Such a song really doesn't match the scene where he appears at this moment. He should use it for some kind of artistic performance instead of the place where bullets and gun smoke were flying a second ago. At this moment, on the Nantianmen,
But no one interrupted Shuoyu, this was a beautiful dream woven with songs, a dream that no one wanted to wake up from.
Their leader looked into the distance with a serious expression. Shuo Yu was sitting not far from him. Their enemies were hiding in the woods, but not a single bullet was fired at them.
Because they also understood what Shuoyu was singing. The crying sounded like the cry of a nightingale floating above them, but it seemed to be just an illusion and hallucination.
Shuo Yu sat on the rocks, the rising sun caressed his body, as if giving him a layer of glory.
Fanla looked at this half-immortal, and perhaps even though he was an atheist, he also had some faith in his heart that this unfortunate guy in front of him was really a future immortal official who had fallen from the sky.
The silly Doubing kept repeating "Tomorrow will be better" and then got slapped on the neck by Milong, but his eyes were still staring at Shuoyu.
Shuoyu was the only one who didn't shed tears.
Long Wenjian pounded his head to clear his mind, then turned away, gritting his teeth and unwilling to admit anything. He was pessimistic and no longer believed that they would be able to return alive. The whole night was just like what their fake leader had said, buying time to strengthen the defense of the east coast and protect the people from crossing the river.
They will really die here,
"Hey, reinforcements are coming?! Hurry, hurry! Reinforcements are coming!" Si La Si La suddenly shouted, attracting everyone's attention and gaze, pointing his hand at the other side.
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