The corpses of the Japanese were carried out of the warehouse one after another and thrown to the side.
It was piled high.
Xie Jinyuan specifically asked the soldiers to erect a large white cloth next to the corpses of the Japanese.
There were a few large and powerful words written on it:
Those who violate our Yan Huang will be killed even if they are far away!
His murderous aura made people feel awe.
Xie Jinyuan climbed upstairs while the soldiers were cleaning up the place.
The dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed. The sun was setting, and a ray of sunlight shone down diagonally.
"So beautiful!"
He did not know when he would leave this perfect and colorful world.
Xie Jinyuan's joints, which were holding the railing, were slightly pale.
This man hadn't eaten anything since morning.
However, he was extremely excited.
Finally, his spark slowly ignited some of the grasslands.
Every citizen had a patriotic heart.
All he needed was the right guidance.
"The oath I made back then has finally been fulfilled!”
Xie Jinyuan recalled with a blurred gaze how he had abandoned his pen and joined the army.
Yes!
It was as if he had seen a massacre.
From a weak scholar to a military academy.
And at that time, he seemed to have written a poem.
When Xie Jinyuan thought of this, the corners of his mouth unconsciously smiled.
He was really young and frivolous back then.
Now that he thought about it, it was a little funny, but he was also especially glad about his decision back then.
Xie Jin Yuan remembered the bold words he had said when he was young.
"The broken rivers and mountains are really sad. Don't be a mediocre person who loves his hometown. Toss pen willing to follow the class to set the future, thousands of years of history is still Liu Fang.”
Xie Jinyuan laughed out loud after reading it.
He actually compared himself to a class…
When he was young, he really liked to put gold on his own face.
"It's really fast! Hahahaha! It's so fast!"
Xie Jinyuan heard the surviving soldiers in the warehouse, whether they were injured or tired, shouting in their hearts that they had won.
He closed his eyes in satisfaction. Accompanied by the breeze, it was as if he was listening to the most perfect song in the world.
"Brothers, we won!"
"The Japanese lost 500 people this time. Oh my god, you have to know that after fighting the Japanese for three months, only 30,000 people died!
This is the result of 800,000 of our soldiers paying the price of 300,000 deaths. Old Abacus, quickly help me calculate, what is 500/30,000…"
Yang Guai was so happy that his mouth cracked open.
Old Abacus awkwardly talked about his long greasy hair.
"It's about 16/1,000!”
She stood awkwardly at the side.
He looked to the side.
That was where the people who contributed the most to this war were…
Jiang Yang!
In this battle, he had killed at least 200 people.
In addition to the 200 or so Japanese soldiers from before!
There were almost 500 people in total!
After the battle, the soldiers secretly called Jiang Yang Spear God…
Who was the first to call him that?
When the others heard this, they raised their hands in agreement.
It was too fitting.
Every shot was a headshot. If he wasn't a gun god, then what was he?
Everyone who passed by Jiang Yang's area would subconsciously lower their voices.
This was respect for capable people.
If it wasn't for his cousin taking care of him, he might have fallen from the fourth floor.
There was no other way.
Using a cheat was a moment of pleasure.
The x-ray vision cheat was indeed domineering.
However, the amount of information that the brain needed to process was simply too much.
It was like a computer being overloaded for a day.
Even if it didn't burn, it was still of good quality.
Jiang Yang's body was forced into a state of unconsciousness.
This was to protect his body.
Of course…
Jiang Yang woke up in a daze after that.
So how could the soldiers not understand when they saw this?
This battle was barely won.
The first attempt by the Japanese to attack failed.
All the soldiers were in disbelief.
Not only did they win, but they also wiped out all 500 Japanese soldiers.
What kind of feat was this?
Not only were the soldiers in the warehouse happy.
This was the first time they had seen the brutality of the Japanese at such a close distance.
This was also the first time they had seen Yan Huang's soldiers resist tenaciously.
Fighting a bloody battle.
Everyone's hearts were slowly filled with hope.
Not everyone would accept their status as a slave of a conquered country.
Therefore, this would form a kind of belief and persistence.
The warriors guarding the warehouse had now become the faint candlelight in the darkness.
Slowly igniting the patriotic passion of the common people.
The people scrambled to spread the news to each other.
All kinds of newspapers were printed frantically.
In a room in a tavern on the south bank of Suzhou.
A man who came back from studying music abroad had been standing in the room for a long time.
He saw the brutal side of the Japanese.
He also saw the unyielding side of the Yan Huang soldiers.
His entire body was trembling.
It was as if infinite inspiration had surged into his heart.
In the end, he fell down hard, his legs numb.
He took a piece of paper from the side and sat on a chair. In an instant, he wrote a song…
The name was…
Song of the Eight Hundred Heroes:
Yan Huang will not perish, Yan Huang will not perish! Look at that national hero, Commander Xie!
Yan Huang will not die, Yan Huang will not die, look at those eight hundred strong men defending the eastern battlefield alone!
There was artillery fire everywhere!
He refused to surrender!
Our flag is fluttering in the middle of the siege…
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