Retreat! Those who are good at retreating are military rituals!

It was him who pushed the brothers to death, but... some battles are meaningless and they have to be fought, they cannot retreat, and no troops cannot retreat. Once they retreat, the morale of the army will be in chaos!

The army may not have cannons or machine guns, but it cannot have the morale of the army. As long as the morale of the army is present, the army will still have the power to fight. But if the morale of the army is dispersed, the army will not be attacked by the Japanese, and they will also disperse themselves.,qВ5.//

Tears finally flowed down uncontrollably. Wu Peifu, who was riding on the horse, trembled slightly with his hands, and his heart was dripping with blood. Those who died were all brothers he brought from Hunan!

"Soldiers can die in national war..."

A roar suddenly burst out in his throat. At this time, Wu Peifu seemed to use this roar to express the pain in his heart, and seemed to give himself more courage. He knew better than anyone else that in the next few days, he would have to throw the officers and soldiers of the company, battalion, even regiment and all brigade into the battlefield of death.

Despite his heartache, the responsibility of the soldier made him insist on persisting. As long as he persisted, he could defeat those foreign troops who invaded the border.

"It's really a blessing for soldiers! A blessing for life!"

After the roar fell, the tears finally stopped. Wu Peifu pulled the horse again and turned around and rode his horse back to the not-so-wide dirt road. He saw officers and soldiers looking at him. Most of them had firm eyes, and no one said anything. Many times, many things were not expressions of words.

"map!"

Take the map from the Chief of Staff, look at the several positions on the map that you just added with a pencil, ponder for a moment, and turn your eyes to Zhou Shaobai, and look at him seriously.

"Order!"

At this time, Wu Peifu's eyes were always staring at Zhou Shaobai. He realized that the patriarch was casting his eyes on him. Zhou Shaobai hurriedly pushed his chest.

"Did you see this?"

Wu Peifu pointed at a small river on the map, and according to the marking on the map that was only 6 meters wide, he pointed at the small river on the map, and stared at Zhou Shaobai.

"If you were asked to defend the other side and the Japanese army had all their strength to attack, how long could you stop?"

Looking at the map, Zhou Shaobai pondered for a moment, and then replied firmly.

"If the Japanese army attacks with all their might, then..."

Looking up, Zhou Shaobai smiled, his smile seemed extremely bright.

"As long as the brigade commander sends me there, I dare not say anything. Three or five days will always be fine. In short, in one sentence, if you cross the river alive, you will be triumphant. If you cannot win, you will transform into a soul on the other side!"

His smile was still very bright. At this moment, his baby face did not have the usual melancholy look, nor did he have the usual "never fear of heaven and earth". This officer who was gentle to his subordinates and sharp to his superiors, only a smile remained on his face.

"Yifu..."

His words made Wu Peifu feel unprecedentedly good for this young officer who always likes to contradict him. He may be sarcastic to the superior, but what he said was that the nails nailed to the board would never come out again. He said that he would defend to the death, and he would defend to the death. During this period, he would never put forward any conditions. He would defend to the rescue, but he would still defend without the rescue.

"Brig Commander, Zhou Shaobai, I have no other ability. When I think about it, no one dares to disturb me. When I am in a war, as long as I recognize it, eight horses will not be able to pull back! Don't worry, his Mawei Army and the Little No. 500 Brothers from the Fifth Battalion did not embarrass the Hunanese. My Zhou Shaobai and the 11th Regiment will never discredit us Chinese!"

Nodding his head, Wu Peifu looked at Zhou Shaobai very seriously again.

"Please!"

After saying that, he looked at the Chief of Staff again.

"Look, can you think of a way to get the bones of the brothers of the Fifth Camp and Longshan? If you have nothing to say... We can't let them corpse in the wilderness!"

On the coast, on the beach reflected by the sunset, broken limbs and broken arms were scattered around the craters. Japanese soldiers who were constantly landing silently staring at the corpses. At this time, it was difficult to tell whether the corpse was Chinese or Japanese based on the fragments of the body.

“*—%*…”

The groans of the wounded soldiers kept coming to their ears. At this time, the soldiers who had just landed could not believe the hellish scene they saw. Two brigades, two brigades of Japanese troops, and eight infantry squadrons, including the wounded, were only more than 300. However, less than a thousand Chinese people stood in front of them, and half of them were bandits.

But these people killed more than a thousand Japanese officers and soldiers on this beach. What surprised them even more was that no one chose to escape, whether it was shelling or the final attack, whether it was Chinese soldiers or bandits. Even before, when the second wave of landing troops landed ashore, the remaining soldiers and bandits were still fighting, and the last Chinese bandit in their fifties remained standing until they died.

"It's just a group..."

Although he was unwilling to use that word to describe the Chinese people, he used that word to escape the death of the Jijing, sat on the beach, looking at the coast that was blackened by cannons and dyed with blood.

"A real warrior!"

Grenade!

Grenade...

Xiao Keyuan was wriggling on the beach, and there was only one thought left in his mind. He must not let the Chinese be embarrassed and let them know what a Chinese person is.

Grenade, grenade is there!

Lying on the beach, he struggled to find a grenade, but the empty bag behind him reminded him that he had no grenade anymore. He wanted to find a bayonet, but the scabbard was empty.

There were curses coming from time to time in my ears. Some people spoke Chinese, some spoke Japanese, and most of them spoke Chinese were speechless. They spoke Japanese with full of hatred.

“This…”

It was the sound of a bayonet sinking into his chest. When a string of oriental dialects sounded, Xiao Keyuan could vaguely hear the slight curse, as if he was dissatisfied or contemptuous.

The Japanese dialect sounded again, still with hatred. These Japanese bastards were using bayonets to deal with their injured brothers. It was really a fucking thing. He cursed in his heart and began to regret it. Why didn’t he leave a grenade? If he left a grenade, maybe, at this time, he could still make another life or two while the Japanese were cleaning the battlefield.

What a pity!

When Xiao Keyuan, who couldn't even open his eyes, cursed in his heart that he didn't know how to keep his hands on his feet, he listened to the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer to him, and tried hard to open his eyes. He could see a Japanese soldier walking towards him with a bayonet rifle, and finally came!

OK! Son of Turtle, let me send you a bastard to my way!

Xiao Keyuan thought so in his heart that after the Japanese soldier finished stabbing several corpses, when he walked to his eyes, Xiao Keyuan suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked directly at the Japanese soldier. His face, which was dyed black by the smoke, showed a sneer on his eyes, and his eyes were full of contempt. His expression seemed to be mocking the Japanese soldier.

The Japanese soldier was obviously stunned. The knife stopped in mid-air. The "corpse" and smile that suddenly opened his eyes made the Japanese soldier panic, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

The enemy's timidity looked at Xiao Keyuan's eyes and his contemptuous smile became stronger and stronger. He did not expect that he, a person who could not even move, would scare a foreigner.

"Give them the preferential treatment they deserve!"

Akashi Motojiro, who stepped ashore, said to several officers around him that no matter how many casualties these Chinese soldiers caused to his troops, they were a group of samurai. Although they were Chinese, his courage was enough to win the respect of everyone. The scene of killing the wounded with a bayonet was really untouchable.

Dama Shangdao nodded heavily. As a soldier, he also admired these soldiers who never retreated and refused to surrender. Although they were enemies, it was at this time that he understood why the Qingdao battlefield would be deadlocked. If this was a fortress, I am afraid that this place would also repeat the mistakes of Qingdao.

"Yes, although these people are Chinese people, they are also real soldiers! Treat their wounded people and then restrain the bones of Chinese soldiers. This is a group of respectable Chinese warriors!"

"Damn it, if the Chinese soldiers are like this, that would be a real trouble!"

When the messenger issued the order, Takaichi Yamada said with concern that the more respect the enemy is, the more tenacious the enemy will be.

"It's really incredible. In any case, if China's problem is not solved now, within ten years, China will surely threaten Japan's survival!"

When Akashi Motojiro said this, the officers on the coast had already begun to convey the latest orders.

The bayonet was hanging in the air. Facing the contemptuous smile, Shi Yuan-Hiichi Shi, who was holding the gun, had no courage to stab the bayonet. He himself didn't know why, but he just didn't dare to stab the knife.

"Baga!"

Finally, the contemptuous smile on the other party's face angered him. When he was gritting his teeth and preparing to stab him, he heard a new order from afar, not to hurt these Chinese soldiers.

For no reason, the new order only relaxed Shi Yuan's heart. He glanced at the Chinese soldiers lying on the ground.

"What a bastard guy. If it weren't for the order, I would have killed you!"

But he himself knew that this sentence was so courageous. When he turned around and left, he felt only a slight relief.

"Tortoise son, I'm scared to death!"

The Japanese soldier suddenly withdrew his sword and left, which made Xiao Keyuan, who had just walked in front of the King of Hell, was stunned. This Japanese devil was too brave!

His young face looked no different from that of the Japanese. When he was sewing the wounds for the Chinese soldiers, Shinji Nishizawa took a special look at the Chinese soldier. When his military uniform was torn apart, Shinji was still so scared that he took a breath.

"Oriental, I can still fight..."

When Doctor Toyo saw the wound, he only made Xiao Keyuan mutter, but Shin-yi Nishize didn't hear it and couldn't understand what he was saying. There were only those wounds in his eyes.

There were bayonet injuries, shrapnel injuries, and gunshot wounds. There was almost no intact place on his body from head to toe, and there were dozens of wounds. I really don’t know how he could hold it down.

Nobuichi Nishizawa looked at this face that was no different from the Japanese and said seriously. He didn't know if the other party could understand his words, but he still felt respect for the enemy. He was just trying to deal with the matter, but he turned to wipe his wounds with alcohol.

“This…”

The severe pain at the wound only made Xiao Keyuan take a breath. When the Doctor of the East looked up, Xiao Keyuan quickly gritted his teeth, so that the Easterners could not look down on him. The severe pain of the alcohol wiping the wound was so painful that he sweated, but he gritted his teeth and did not hum.

This is a quiet patient!

Wiping the wound and suturing it. During this process, Xi Shinichi could clearly see that the Chinese soldiers were sweating in pain, but he still gritted his teeth and did not hum. It was completely different from the Japanese soldiers who were crying before. He would not be so quiet! Out of his inexplicable self-esteem, his movements aggravated a little.

"Um……"

The slight pain humming accompanied by the trembling of his arms clenched with his fists made Shinichi Nishizawa's movements lighter. This was not only a quiet wounded man, but also a... a soldier with a strong will.

Finally, after simply treating the wounded soldier for him, Shin Nishizawa looked at the Chinese soldier who was so painful that he was sweaty and praised him seriously.

"You are a soldier, a real soldier!"

Xiao Keyuan didn't understand. In fact, he didn't hear this sentence. At this time, his sense of pain was dissipated, but he still didn't make even a moan.

Chinese soldiers!

Wiping off the sweat from his head, Shinji Nishizawa became silent. Looking at the wounded Chinese soldier who was carried away and directly threw him on the beach, he said to his assistant beside him.

"Ni Village, give him a glass of water!"

He has lost a lot of blood, so he must be very thirsty now!

"Hi!"

But when he looked at the Chinese soldier, he found that the man rejected his kindness.

After several huge craters were thrown away from the wreckage in the distance, the trenches and craters seemed to have become the best place to bury the corpses. As there is a saying, the soldiers will never know that the trenches they dug out with their own hands will also be their graves. For soldiers, such burial pits are often their final destination.

"There are also brave soldiers in China!"
To be continued...