Just as Lin Danyang jumped out of the window with the Mauser 98K rifle in his hand…
The Japanese snipers on the opposite side of the sniper point started shouting crazily.
"It's the Grim Reaper! It's the Grim Reaper!"
"Baka, it's a sniper from China. Hide, hide!”
"This is a devil, a devil! Hide and don't let the snipers in China find out!”
"Extinguish the searchlights, stop firing, stop firing!”
At this moment, the arrogant Japanese actually scattered.
Lin Danyang's crazy performance in the face of the Japanese sniper left a deep shadow in the hearts of these Japanese.
Although these Japanese were all brainwashed by the Bushido spirit.
But how many of them were not afraid of death?
Especially the top snipers from the Samurai Sword organization, they were all wiped out by Lin Danyang.
How could these second-rate Japanese snipers not be afraid?
At this time, among the Japanese, Lin Danyang already had the title of " Death God."
A sniper who could snipe his opponent in the dark must be the Grim Reaper who had crawled out of hell.
The Japanese hid themselves behind cover, but they could still hear heavy breathing.
Although Lin Danyang hadn't even had the chance to fire a shot, his appearance scared the Japanese snipers.
"Girl, don't move, I'll cover you!”
Lin Danyang held a Mauser 98K rifle in one hand and stared at the Japanese's position.
Lin Danyang didn't sense any danger, so she quickly ran toward the little girl.
"Hide behind me and grab the corner of my clothes!”
"I'll protect you!"
Lin Danyang held the spear with both hands, and the little girl grabbed the corner of his shirt tightly.
The two of them slowly moved toward the four rows of warehouses four to five meters away.
The two of them returned to the four-row warehouse.
Yang Guai, Old Abacus, Old Tie, and Duanwu all looked at Zhang Zongqing with admiration.
After a long while, Yang Guai put down the cigarette in his mouth and said with a shocked expression.
Lin Danyang could tell from their eyes that they were completely convinced by him.
At this moment, the 524th Regiment's leader, Xie Jingyuan, walked over.
The girl soldier Yang Huimin quickly saluted Xie Jingyuan.
Then, Yang Huimin unfurled the flag in her hand.
The flags fluttered and spread out!
Everyone's hearts trembled.
It was the flag of the national army!
From the first shot of the rebellion against the Qing court, this military flag had been stained with the blood of countless people with lofty ideals.
Now, this flag had appeared in the last position in Shanghai.
It appeared in the four-row warehouse!
"Pa da!"
Xie Jingyuan instinctively stood up and saluted the fluttering flag.
"Pa da!"
"Pa da!"
Pa!
Under Fang Xingwen's camera lens, the soldiers seemed to be summoned by this flag.
They got up from the simple bed, put down the books in their hands, put down the military sabers in their hands, and put the organ into the soldier's pocket.
One after another, the warriors stood up instinctively.
Everyone looked at the waving flag.
With tears in their eyes, they gave the flag the most affectionate military salute.
At this moment, the soldiers who had been tempered in the flames of war seemed to have found their home.
Some people said that they were cannon fodder, abandoned in the four-row warehouse.
Some people said that they were just playing a meaningless exhibition game and that they were facing an inevitable defeat.
Some even mocked them, saying that their sacrifice was meaningless and that their struggle in the four-row warehouse was destined to be forgotten by the world.
However, at this moment, they knew why they were willing to stay in the four-row warehouse until now.
They knew why they had been able to hold on until now under the fierce attacks of the Japanese!
Death was not scary, it was not the worst thing.
The most terrifying thing was that even the persistence and faith in one's heart had been abandoned.
Fortunately, in their hearts, this persistence and faith had never been abandoned!
"Jun Bujian, the final army of the Han Dynasty, the weak crown of the enemy, please lead the long tassel. Jun Bujian, Ban Dingyuan, the light cavalry of the absolute domain, urge the battle clouds!”
"A man should value dangerous actions. How can he let a scholar miss his life…"
A deep but heroic voice rang out in the four-row warehouse.
The girl soldiers and reporters looked at the soldiers who had raised their heads arrogantly.
Tears blurred their eyes.
If one hadn't experienced all of this, how could one experience this kind of feeling of facing death unflinchingly?
What qualifications did they have to judge, judge, and slander the beliefs and persistence that they had sacrificed everything for?
Amidst the deep singing, Xie Jingyuan took a few steps forward.
He raised his head and looked at the warriors with tears in their eyes.
"Brothers of the 524th Regiment, you are the best soldiers that I, Xie Jingyuan, have ever led in my life!”
"Now that we're alone in the Sixing warehouse, we've long been determined to die for our country!”
"It's a blessing for a soldier to die for the country!"
"Shanghai is the land of our country, the land left behind by our ancestors!”
"As citizens of Xia Country, how can we hand over the land left behind by our ancestors?”
"How can we sit idly by in Shanghai without a flag of our country flying?”
"Brothers, what should we do? How are we going to let the people of China see that in Shanghai, on this land left behind by our ancestors, there are still a group of soldiers who are willing to die for the country and hold on to this land!”
As Xie Jingyuan finished speaking, Lin Danyang took a step forward.
"Raise the flag!"
Lei Xiong and Shangguan Zhi Biao also took a step forward.
"Raise the flag and let the people of China in the concession see that we are still here!”
"Let those Japanese see that we're still here!”
Then, the soldiers of Regiment 524 took a step forward.
A thunderous roar resounded throughout the entire four-row warehouse.
The shocking voices converged into a sea of voices that spread towards the south bank of Wusong River.
The people in the concession stood not far from the river bank, quietly listening to the shocking voice that came from the four rows of warehouses.
"Raise the flag!"
"Raise the flag!"
The moonlight dyed the waters of the Haosong River, and the faces of every citizen of Xia Country revealed determination.
They clenched their hands tightly and followed the blood-boiling voice.
They let out roars from the depths of their hearts.
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