There was no doubt that life and death were the best ways to stimulate the passion for creation.
This musician, who had returned from studying abroad, had witnessed the brutal massacre of the Japanese.
Seeing their own people being killed in all kinds of tragic situations.
He had been holding back his anger all this while.
However, as a helpless musician, there was nothing he could do.
Three months after the Battle of Shanghai.
Three whole months.
The casualties were not only limited to the army.
There were also ordinary civilians.
Along the way, the musician witnessed the Japanese's brutality.
There was once a child who had left the deepest impression on him.
She looked like she was only eight or nine years old.
He was stabbed by the Japanese with a bayonet.
It was like a toy.
Seeing this victim who was as old as his own child.
The musician's anger had reached an extreme.
He pulled the grenade apart and self-destructed.
But he couldn't do it.
Now, they had arrived at the Shanghai concession!
The musician felt the grievance in his heart and was able to vent it.
All kinds of creative inspirations surged over.
Here, he saw his compatriots who were still fighting and fighting!
Here, he saw the heroic killing of his children's soldiers.
Here, he saw corpses complaining about the injustice of the world.
The musician seemed to have lost all his strength as he sat limply on the chair.
He was like a lunatic.
"Hahaha, the country is unlucky and the poet is lucky. Sometimes, I would rather not have this inspiration!”
The musician's smile was extremely weathered.
In fact, compared to war, these sounds of slaughter!
He would rather make an extremely ordinary and mysterious sound in a peaceful and prosperous world.
May the future…
The descendants of the people who lived in Glory World would remember this moment.
The musician hurriedly went downstairs to eat something before contacting people everywhere.
He would try his best to make the song and sing it tonight.
It was also good to contribute.
Let this song of passion and grief.
It burned with raging flames.
He was burning with the anger of revenge.
It ignited his patriotic feelings.
Yan Huang…
He would not die!
……
Eagle Country's concession!
In front of the colorful glass.
John remembered the battle he saw during the day.
Although he was very arrogant.
He was also very confident.
He had to give the guards in the warehouse a big word of admiration.
"This country, this nation still seems to have a backbone! There are warriors who dare to fight!"
John slightly replaced his position with the general of the four rows of warehouse guards.
He felt his scalp go numb.
Think about it.
This was a mission that required certain death.
Basically, he would not be able to survive.
Old Jiang, who commanded indiscriminately and eventually led to the defeat of the war…
An army abandoned by their superiors…
A small warehouse that was about to be surrounded by the Japanese invasion.
"Because there are huge gas tanks in the warehouse, the Japanese don't dare to use heavy weapons or artillery shells!
They could only engage in individual combat! It could barely be considered as leveling the scales of the war! This was a real duel between men!
It's a fight between gentlemen!"
John was still quite respectful of true brave warriors.
After some thought, she picked up her glass and used her other hand to make a call…
……
Inside the warehouse.
Xie Jin Yuan walked tiredly and stood at a high place.
Spread it around with a loud voice for four weeks.
"Brothers, we won today! He won beautifully! All our compatriots have seen our battle!”
After Xie Jinyuan said this, the soldiers who were standing and listening instantly burst into loud cheers.
Some people were wailing.
Some people laughed foolishly.
Some people wanted to jump happily, so they forgot about the wounds on their bodies and grimaced in pain.
Xie Jinyuan watched the soldiers cheer for a full 10 minutes before he slowly waved his hand to calm them down.
"But this is only the first battle. This is just the beginning. The Japanese are clearly testing the waters!”
"So what we are going to experience next is an even crueler and bloodier battle!”
I don't know if I can survive with my brothers, but…"
When Xie Jinyuan said this, he pounded his chest with his fist.
"I, Xie Jinyuan, swear that if there is a battle, I will take the lead and rush to the front! I'll die first!"
When the surrounding soldiers heard this, their eyes became moist.
It was worth it to follow such a general.
Next.
Xie Jinyuan let everyone have a meal.
Immediately after.
According to the order, they split up and set up defenses. They used the materials stored in the warehouse and sandbags to block all the doors and windows on the ground floor!
Half of the windows above the second floor were blocked to facilitate firing!
At the same time, cut off the power supply so that the troops could hide and prevent the enemy from using electrical wires to set fire!
There was a cigarette shop in the southeast corner of the warehouse. The First Company was ordered to build a wall hole about one meter high and wide to connect to it. The shop was filled with sandbags, and there was a window upstairs guarded by machine guns. It could communicate with the Eagle Army bunker on the north side of the new garbage bridge.
Xie Jin Yuan ordered each company to count the number of people and make a register so that after the sacrifice, they could report according to the register and take care of their families.
He organized a suicide squad and personally controlled it. He was ready to fight the Japanese army to the death at any time.
He also arranged a unit outside the warehouse to set up sandbag fortifications along the Suzhou River to block the enemy and cover the fortifications in the warehouse. By the time all the arrangements were completed, the sun had already set.
Xie Jinyuan took part in the command throughout the entire process and took the lead to carry the sandbag.
" The warehouse is our last line of defense," he encouraged the soldiers." It could also be our grave. As long as there is one of us left, we must fight the enemy to the end!”
The ghost made a move from upstairs in the distance.
"Soldiers in the warehouse, listen up. Surrender quickly. Do you see that? These are your compatriots.”
After the Japanese lost, a few gunshots rang out.
The soldiers tied to the cross were instantly shot into a sieve.
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