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Chapter 1178 Brothers, see you in the next life!

Although Captain Xie was very unwilling to retreat, he had to consider the consequences.

Once the little days are torn apart and the heavy artillery and planes board together, it is only natural for these soldiers to serve the country with their own bodies, but the people in the concession will also suffer.

Moreover, as a soldier, he had to accept orders from Shangfeng.

For this reason, he summoned the soldiers of the Sixing Warehouse that night and told them.

"Brothers, Xiaotian has already informed the concession that they will use all extreme measures, including heavy artillery, regardless of the consequences. If the gas storage tank is accidentally bombed, the concession will become a sea of ​​​​flames, and 200 million people will be buried with us , So Shangfeng issued a death order. At midnight tonight, the British army turned off the searchlights and retreated to the concession. The British side asked all of us to pass on the bridge. Soldiers will not be taken in!"

"The whole world is watching us and cheering me up!"

"This retreat requires neat equipment and complete organizational systems, so I will advance and retreat with everyone!"

"In order to let more people go out, someone needs to stay behind to block the attack, and then the covering troops will evacuate! Who voluntarily stayed? Write down their names, and the brothers who stay need to form a death squad! Take the initiative! Buy more time bro."

Zhu Shengzhong was about to go up first, but was held back by Qi Jiaming, who just patted him on the shoulder and said, "Alive!"

Qi Jiaming was the first to come out and wrote down his name.

"I stay, I'm here for revenge!"

He never intended to leave alive.

Head Xie continued: "Yes, we lost this battle. Why? Because our nation is sick, and others bully us like this. Ask yourself, are we worthy?"

Under the lens of reporter Fang Xingwen, the old iron, Yangguai was given.

Yangguai looked at Fang Xingwen and asked, "Can you send that photo to my house?"

"I promised you!" Fang Xingwen put down the camera and said.

Yangguai gave Fang Xingwen all the things he planned to give to the family, and then took out the eight-character suicide note from Chen Shusheng, handed it to Fang Xingwen and said, "This is left by the kid who jumped off the building!"

On the white cloth, many names were gradually signed, and each name was a death squad that took the initiative to stay, including Yangguai.

"Brothers of the 88th Division, you are all educated German weapons. Everyone is the most needed fighter in this country, and also the best medicine for this country. Our 400 people let the people on the other side see that our Hua There is still hope for the country! These people will soon serve as seeds to wake up more people, so brothers, remember, we must strive to survive tonight, as long as there is one person alive, our honor will not be lost!"

"The brothers who survived must represent the comrades in arms to participate in the national counterattack! So tonight's retreat, your task is to survive! Remember, to live is to win!"

Soon, the retreat began.

When Lao Tie was about to leave, he stopped suddenly.

Then turn around and walk back.

Yangguai couldn't help being a little surprised when he saw Lao Tie: "Gua Counselor, where are you going?"

"Gua, me, you are me!" This time, the old iron said it with confidence.

However, Yangguai was not angry, because the old iron at this time was indeed not a melon.

He even took the initiative to pass cigarettes to him. You know, before that, Yangguai said that cigarettes are his life, but at this time, he chose to share his "life" with Lao Tie.

"Tell me, what's it like?" Yangguai asked while lighting the old iron's cigarette.

"When I stare at it, my brain becomes confused. When I grab it, my hand smells delicious and the water is soft. Where's my body? I can't help shivering!"

Yangguai looked at Lao Tie, listened to his words, took a puff of cigarette and said, "That's great! In your next life, let's have a good taste of this!"

He also looked forward to it, but unfortunately, he might not have a chance in this life.

The big retreat is about to begin, and 20 people form a group and cross the bridge one by one.

Xiao Hubei hid behind and looked at the people on the other side of the river. At the same age, he was already a soldier, a soldier.

A little girl on the other side of the river suddenly saluted the Sixing Warehouse. The soldiers who were squatting saw it, and they all stood up and saluted in unison!
"Tuan Zuo, when I was a child, my great-grandfather said that the land of my ancestors was taken over by outsiders, and none of the descendants would fight against it. It shouldn't be. Now that the day is coming, if I run away again, shouldn't it be Tuan Zuo?"

This is what Xiao Hu Bei told Head Xie before.

"Look at the opposite side. We can't carry it with 400 people. We have to rely on the [-] million people behind us. We went out to wake them up! No one knows what this country will become in the future, so You have to live and grow up, and when you grow up, you can see how this country is getting better!"

The camera changes, the wounded soldiers and the remaining death squads are all preparing for battle.

Xiao Hubei looked at the suicide note, picked up the wine and took a sip!
The door of the Sixing Warehouse slowly opened, and Qi Jiaming saluted the members of the Death Squad: "Brothers, see you in the next life!"

"See you in the next life!"

As the searchlights went out, Yao was about to retreat.

But Xiaotian was unwilling to let them leave just like that, and the searchlights turned on again.

Although the searchlights were once again extinguished by our army, they raised the flares again.

The timid old iron, who was afraid of death, walked up to the top floor, dropped his gun, and drew out the big knife behind his back. He burst into heroism in a desperate situation. He limped and sang the hoarse voice of "Dingjun Mountain" hoarsely. Maybe it's not good: "This letter came by coincidence. God helped Huang Zhong to succeed. Standing at the gate of the camp, the three armies shouted, and the big and small children listened to the root seedlings. , Knife out of its sheath!"

He slashed at the wind and snow in the snow.

Downstairs, Yangguai took one last puff of his cigarette and went into battle with a bright smile. Behind him was the 13-year-old Hu Bei!It is a Luoyang shovel with a flamethrower on its back.
The old iron on the top of the building finished singing "Dingjun Mountain" and came to the machine gun.

"Although Huang Zhongnian is old, but his heart is ten thousand", the blood is hard to cool. This once timid melon has completed his own transformation!

They resolutely faced the little days and took the initiative to attack.

One after another fell!
Qi Jiaming, he is here for revenge, the blood is not cold, the person is not dead, the enemy is still there, why does he have to cross the bridge?
Therefore, he was the first to rush to the enemy's position.

It is a great honor to serve the country with one's own body!
Yangguai, this old soldier, has lost his division commander, regiment commander, and battalion commander during so many battles, but he is still alive.

He knows how to survive on the battlefield better than anyone else, but this time, he didn't hide!

Xiao Hu Bei, this 13-year-old child, in the Sixing Warehouse, everyone clings to him with delicious food and avoids him with danger. The team leader hopes that he can survive and see how the country will be better in the future Looks like it, but he thinks it shouldn't be.

Old Hulu is dead, brother Duan Wu is dead, brother Xiao Qiyue is also dead, they are all dead.

They made an appointment to come to Shanghai to take pictures and take a boat together, but they all left.

He doesn't understand the big truth, but his great-grandfather said that the ancestral land was taken over by outsiders, and none of the descendants would fight against it. It shouldn't be. Now that the days are coming, I should run away again, right?

So he picked up the gun, followed the sheep crutches, and made the final struggle together!

The old man on the top of the building frantically pulled the trigger. He had been cowardly all his life, but he was brave once in the end.

He just didn't want to be a coward for the rest of his life, look, even the sheep crutches that women have never touched are so brave, can't he be as brave as him?
It hurts, it really hurts, Gua, in this life, we, old iron, are no longer Gua!
Seeing the soldiers who "rushed the bridge" were beaten to death, the elegant university professor went crazy.With trembling hands and tears on his distorted face, he muttered: "It's so fucking bullying." He took out his double-barreled shotgun and started shooting at the Japanese soldiers, one shot, one shot, and another shot.

Sister Rong, the owner of the casino, split open the closed cabinet with an axe, picked up two large boxes of "morphine" and ran towards the wounded soldiers on the bridge.

The head of the troupe on the stage beat sonorous drums, just like the "Changshan Zhao Zilong" performed on the stage rushed towards the enemy.

Suddenly a figure appeared on the big screen, and the audience in the theater was stunned.

That's an old abacus, he didn't die!
(End of this chapter)