Chapter 296: I use my blood to defend China  (2)

I defend China with my blood!

Yes, the islanders will never understand the truth.

Killing oneself to be virtuous and sacrifice one's life for justice is this great country, this great nation, a firm and unchanging trust, especially when war comes to this country again.

I was thinking too hard for a while, but I still looked confused.

He can speak fluent Chinese language. If he wears casual clothes, he can even pretend to be a Chinese, but there are too many things in China that he cannot understand.

The shouts outside were much lower, and it seemed that my squadron was almost over.

Instead, he felt a sense of relief.

It's over, everything is over, I don't want to be a soldier at all.

But for the needs of the empire and in response to the emperor's call, I still stepped onto the battlefield of China without hesitation.

Maybe I had already had a premonition of this ending from the first day, but who can know?

"Do you know? When I was living in Lushun, I always thought that one day, I would take my wife and children to carry a small fishing boat together and go out to sea to fish. There was no war or artillery fire. I would just spend every day quietly, until I became very old, and then, I would leave the world peacefully..."

Looking at the Chinese officer in front of him, he said obsessively.

"But it's too late." Lu Yuzhang said lightly: "From the day you entered China, your life has been left in my country!"

“Yes, yes.”

He smiled so hard, then pulled out his pistol and put it in his mouth.

He didn't want to commit suicide by cesarean section, it was crazy and terrible to do so.

The gunshots started, and Lu Yuzhang slowly stood over.

There is nothing wrong with the command post.

Indeed, the people of the island pay attention to the so-called Bushido spirit, and even if they are at an absolute disadvantage, they will not surrender easily.

But not all islanders are like this. At least there are many islanders with personality like Shota.

Winning a battle is not something worth showing off. It is perhaps the most important thing to seize the enemy's weaknesses and completely eliminate them spiritually.

This night attack was unexpectedly successful. The original squadron was shot and killed by the squadron leader, the original Tai Zhongzuo, and killed 129 island troops.

In order to achieve such a victory, only the night attack team commanded by Lu Yuzhang fell 83 soldiers and injured eleven people.

The victory of every battle is always accompanied by the same heavy casualties...

"Commander Zheng from the Third War Zone is here!"

As the sound rang out, the officers and soldiers who were sitting lazily on the ground quickly stood up.

"Sit down, sit down and rest."

Looking at the tired soldiers, Zheng Yong waved his hand and said.

The soldiers were really tired, and as soon as Zheng Yongcai finished speaking, they all sat down one after another.

Several people even made even snoring sounds soon.

The fierce battle of a day may not feel anything at that time, but when the war ends a little, fatigue will soon knock them down.

Does anyone know if these soldiers who survived the battlefield can enjoy the rare tranquility as they do now when another night comes again...

A soldier's arm was seriously injured and his bones were exposed. When the health officer bandaged him, the pain made him unable to help but moan loudly.

"Brother, just hold on..."

Zheng Yong quickly stepped forward, lit a cigarette, put it in the wounded soldier's mouth, and sat down beside him.

The health officer glanced at Zheng Yong and seemed to want to say something, but he swallowed the words back.

"It's okay, that's it. I was also injured when I was fighting with the islanders in the Northeast."

He also lit a cigarette, as if he was trapped in memories, Zheng Yong said slowly.

"That year, the island people surrounded Chenyang, and the battle was so fierce. The island countries screamed and charged, and we screamed and fought back. Later, we went crazy. When we saw an enemy in front of us, we swept with guns. I led my brothers to fight back, and I was injured without reacting... "

Zheng Yong's words distracted the wounded soldiers, making him look at Zheng Yong, and the sleepy soldiers beside him also came to the surroundings.

"There is actually nothing to be afraid of in this island country." After taking a deep breath of cigarettes, Zheng Yong looked at the side and said with a smile.

"When you see them rushing up, you have to fight with them. Everyone is raised by their parents, who is afraid of whom..."

"No, they are raised by animals."

Before Zheng Yong finished speaking, a sentence floated over the side immediately attracted a burst of laughter.

"Yes, yes, it's raised by animals." Zheng Yong smiled and looked at the place where the voice started.

"May I have your name?"

"Report to the commander-in-chief, Wang Xinghua!"

"Wang Xinghua? Good name, revitalize China. I have a vision when I help you choose this name."

Zheng Yong smiled and simply let go of his conversation.

"Just those island soldiers, no, those island beasts, do you think they are really not afraid of death? No, I don't believe it. It's said that there are no prisoners among the island people. It's bullshit. When we were in Shanghai, we still captured two of them? We still surrendered. One of them was unsuccessful, but they died halfway through the way. There is another one? They are still locked up by us...

Now, the islanders have the upper hand on the battlefield, their spirits are high-spirited, and they all regard themselves as figures. They are amazing. When they see they are surrounded, they rush up. But I think this war will last for a while, and when these bitches start to go downhill, you see, will they still be as arrogant as they are now..."

"Commander-in-chief, how long do you think this battle will take? Will it be over this year?"

Zheng Yong did not laugh at this question that sounded a little childish. He pondered for a while and said.

"I think it's not only that this year cannot end, but next year, this battle will have to be fought for a long time, maybe three or five years.

But no matter how many times we fight, we have to grit our teeth and persevere. Only those bitches are still on our land. Who makes us all soldiers?

Brothers, I can tell you one thing, the more you fight this battle, the less likely the islanders will win. Why? The island countries are only a little big, but our China is so big. If we continue to waste, the island countries will only become poorer and poorer. In the end, maybe even the baby soldiers have to be taken out to fight..."

It was Wang Xinghua who interrupted him again.

"But, sir, I think our China has to give it to you..."

"I have to be exhausted, right?" Zheng Yong continued to say for him.

"It is impossible to win without any losses in war. Yes, we will also hurt our vitality by defeating the island country, but compared to what we have gained, these losses seem insignificant.

What do we get? Dignity, the integrity of the country and territory. This sounds a bit empty, but this is what we, the soldiers, should do and we must do.

After decades, perhaps our descendants will forget those of us who once fought bloody battles for the integrity of our country, but I believe that there are still people who will remember them. They will dig out our stories little by little and record them little by little. Yours, or ours..."

As he said that, his own expression seemed a little crazy. Will anyone still remember what happened here after decades?

Do you still remember these soldiers who sacrificed their lives to fight for the sake of national sovereignty and national dignity?

He didn't know that perhaps by that time these people could only become vague memories.

At this time, the people who organized spontaneously took advantage of the break in the war and sent hot soup and hot water to the front line. This scene was so familiar to Zheng Yong.

However, he did not expect it to happen here.

Here he even saw the family, son, and wife of the old man Zhang who was personally named and tried...

He still felt a little guilty about Old Man Zhang. According to the special circumstances at that time, he would not be so cruel to him. If you want to blame him, he would have to blame himself for hitting the gun.

They may still hold grudges for themselves in their hearts, but they are themselves and the army is the army.

The people knew who the army was fighting for, and they could tell the right and wrong, even more clearly than some officials.

"Commander-in-chief, the results of the day today are very significant." Jiang Baili whispered: "But the pressure on Changshu is very high."

"Yes, Changshu's pressure is indeed a lot." Zheng Yong said quietly.
Chapter completed!