Jiang Yang slowly smoked his cigarette and was in a daze for too long.
In the end, the fiery red cigarette butt burned his fingers.
Of course, this also pulled him back from his memories.
His first contact with the Japanese was completed under such circumstances.
In the following period of time, they were stationed in the four-row warehouse.
The brain, which had been doing a lot of calculations on the battlefield, suddenly relaxed after all the Japanese were killed.
Jiang Yang felt a little dizzy.
The rest of the journey was a little blurry.
But at least they had arrived at their destination.
This time, the location…
Four rows of warehouses.
Here.
Jiang Yang had seen many things in the human world.
Some of them were retreating with their heads lowered, either in anger or frustration.
There were also civilians who fled to the concession under the control of their desire to survive but were killed on the way.
He came to the warehouse and witnessed the execution of the deserters.
Rows of tied up soldiers were executed one by one.
"You bunch of deserters, how dare you run away at such an important moment! I can't even be bothered to say that I'm the one leading the troops!”
A man who looked like an officer took a deep puff of his cigarette.
Kata!
The bolt was pulled open.
Bullets were inserted one by one.
Then, he would kill them one by one.
"I don't want to die! Ah!"
Bang!
"I'm just an ordinary farmer. I'm afraid that I can't shoot, but I'm really not a deserter. Let me go and I can go fight the Japanese now!”
"Too late!" The officer was unmoved by these pleas.
Bang!
A gunshot!
The bullet hit the fugitive's heart.
It took away his life and body temperature.
Who knew what he thought when he fell to the ground and looked at the roof of the warehouse?
Did he regret being a deserter, or did he want to reflect on himself…
All of this was unknown.
One of them peed his pants when he saw the deserters being executed one by one.
He struggled to break free from the restraints.
He wanted to escape.
However, the stern-faced officer did not let him off.
Bang!
The shot hit his calf joint.
"Ahhhhhh! It hurts!"
"Please don't kill me. I only have an old mother left in my family. Don't kill me. I can still kill the Japanese!”
The deserter who was kneeling on the ground with his hands tied was caught again and roared hysterically.
However, the officer only responded with a gunshot.
Bang...
……
At that time, Jiang Yang could smell the blood in the air and the smell of bullets.
They fell into silence.
Everyone was shrouded in the shadow of defeat.
Everyone was on the verge of collapse.
Especially those who stayed behind in the fourth row of warehouses.
Even though Jiang Yang could kill a Japanese with every shot, every shot could cause a headshot.
The fighting strength of the Japanese was very strong.
Facing soldiers who had been temporarily trained for two to three months…
It wasn't hard to understand why they were able to suppress him.
"Is this the momentum of a defeated army?"
Jiang Yang muttered to himself.
According to the information he had gathered over the past few days, he finally understood what had happened in this virtual world…
He knew:
In this virtual world.
July 7, 1937, the Japanese invaded.
With the country in danger, the war of resistance officially began.
On August 13th of the same year, Li Sun, as the commander-in-chief, led 800,000 troops and launched a large-scale battle with the Japanese near Shanghai. Battle of Shanghai.
The battle lasted for three months, with more than 200,000 Japanese troops and more than 40,000 casualties.
Our side has invested more than 800,000 troops, with a total of 300,000 casualties.
However, in the end, he still failed in the head-on battle.
From then on, the frontal battlefield changed from an active resistance to a passive resistance.
The shadow of failure loomed over everyone's hearts.
People were desperate to resist the Japanese.
He couldn't win.
So many people had died.
The disparity in strength was too great.
Everyone longed for a victory to inspire their hearts.
However, so far, they had been defeated on all fronts.
On this land, the frontal battlefield gradually changed to the battlefield behind the enemy.
Who would become the spark that started the prairie fire?
"Since I've come to this world, let me be the spark that lights up the grasslands!”
Jiang Yang removed the cigarette butt from his mouth.
He went to talk to the leader of this team, Xie Jin Yuan.
At least.
To be able to use a beautiful death to perform to the world and awaken the hope of resistance in this retreat in name…
He could save a few more people.
Alive!
Anything was possible.
"I believe he will be satisfied with 200 Japanese to pay tribute to his dead brother!”
With this thought in mind, Jiang Yang knocked on Xie Jinyuan's door!
"Come in!"
Xie Jinyuan's deep voice came from afar.
Jiang Yang pushed open the door and saw a small guard in the room, as well as Xie Jinyuan, who was holding a letter and frowning deeply!
Jiang Yang walked in.
Xie Jinyuan was slightly stunned when he saw who it was.
"So it's the sharpshooter in our group. Come, come, do you have anything to say?”
Xie Jinyuan was quite hungry for capable people.
I'm thirsty for talent.
Jiang Yang's performance in the two previous confrontations with the Japanese was really eye-catching.
Someone secretly counted that every shot he fired could headshot a Japanese.
So far, he had not missed a single shot!
Some nosy people calculated that they had killed more than 200 Japanese.
It was also because of his existence.
They suppressed the heavy machine guns of the Japanese.
He had saved the lives of countless brothers.
Sharpshooter.
This was Xie Jinyuan's definition of the young man in front of him.
"Sharpshooters, come quickly!"
Xie Jin Yuan stood up from his chair.
Jiang Yang walked over slowly without saying a word.
Because he saw a poem written on a piece of white paper on the book on Xie Jinyuan's desk:
An inch of mountains and rivers was an inch of blood! 100,000 youths and 100,000 soldiers! If all the people in the country are like this, how dare the Japanese pirates?
Jiang Yang nodded in satisfaction.
"An inch of mountains and rivers is an inch of blood! 100,000 youths and 100,000 soldiers! If all the people in the country are like this, how dare the Japanese pirates? Good poem, good poem!"
Xie Jin Yuan laughed.
"These are just some thoughts in my heart!”
Jiang Yang walked over and pulled out a chair to sit down.
"Boss, why did you accept this mission?”
Xie Jinyuan waved his hand and asked the guards to go out and close the door.
"Some things have to be done, right?”Xie Jinyuan said lightly.
He had always respected capable people.
They were even willing to communicate as equals.
"Then this time, I would like to ask Boss to bring us 400 people to die together, okay?”
After Xie Jinyuan heard this, he frowned.
It was as if he was looking at a spy.
What was this?
Let me die.
And a bunch of brothers?
Jiang Yang saw that Xie Jin Yuan, who was opposite him, had the tendency to shoot directly if there was any disagreement.
He quickly added.
"What I meant was to let everyone think that we are dead.”
After Xie Jinyuan heard this, he was slightly stunned.
"What do you mean?"
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