My Third Empire

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In a grey military uniform with a German m35 helmet on his head, his yellow face was covered with dust and dried blood. This soldier was carrying his Mauser 98k rifle and staring at the distant ground.

There was a patch on the elbow of his clothes, and the thread had been exposed in some corners for a long time, but it was obvious that he still cherishes this clothes very much, because this clothes represents a respectable profession, soldier.

At the railway station in Nanjing, he straightened his chest and stood on the platform to receive applause from the squire and the chairman. A young girl tied the red flower to his chest, and at that moment he knew that his future must be full of hardships.

The officials and masters have never treated him like such a muddy leg, and once they look at you and Yan Yue, it is ready to take the rent or prepare to grab your girl.

But then the cultural company commander told them a lot of things, what was the protection of the family and the country, what was the national slave, what the soldiers entered the customs, and what the war was about. Anyway, he felt that if he was in Shanhaiguan, Qingbing could only step on his body to enter the customs; anyway, he felt that if he was in the Beiyang Navy, he would have to fight with the Japanese to make a dead net.

So he stood in the trenches of Shanghai with his guns on his back, so he vented his anger into the bullets he shot with one shot, because he was a middleman, because he wrote down the company What he told him before he died: as long as we are alive, we will not allow Japan to harm our girls!

But he was alive, retreated from Shanghai to Nanjing, and from Nanjing to Wuhan. Now he is still alive, living alive, watching the expansion of the occupied area a little bit, but he dare not die as generously as his old company commander.

"Boo!" He pulled the trigger, and a Japanese soldier with a gun fell down, and behind this Japanese soldier, more Japanese guns were inserted with bayonets, and he screamed viciously, His Majesty the Emperor, Long live, toward the center. * The team's position rushed.

He unhurriedly pulled open his bolt and withdrew from a cartridge case. The hot shell clanked down on the ground beneath his feet, hitting the stone with a crisp sound. He closed his bolt, steadily carrying his rifle, once again squeezing his trigger, another burst of fire, and another invader fell.

This is his position, this is the land of the Chinese! Want? Then fill it in! Fill it up to 40 million, and fill it up to the point that no Chinese can breathe, then you can take it! As long as the blood of Yanhuang is still hot, everything here belongs to the Chinese! I ca n’t take away the king!

He didn't read the book, so he recognized this deadly reason. At that time, his old company commander said that the old company commander was not really old. He was 7 years younger than him and only 23 years old. But when he was hungry, this young guy smiled and divided his half of the cake. The half of the whole cake is worth his life! He didn't read the book, so he recognized this deadly reason.

In a company of that year, there were 120 soldiers. Everyone divided 40 cakes. If they couldn't grab it, they starved to death. Now 119 people are lying in the enemy-occupied area. They are not wronged by the 40 cakes that the common people gave them. The baggage behind him is even the flag. He is not dead. The company is still there, and it is still an unbeatable company!

Behind the distance from Chongqing, the companion capital, there are fewer and fewer familiar faces around him. The supplementary soldiers wore American helmets, armed with various rifles, and their clothes were much newer than they were wearing.

But he still likes to wear the m35 helmet, likes to wear the boots that have been flattened and the sole is bigger than the size one, like the three-sided army thorn introduced by General Sickert for China and the shorter but more precise one in his hand. Mauser 98k rifle. Because as long as he wears this equipment, the general dismounts the prime minister and falls off the chair. Chairman Jiang saw that he had to salute him first.

why? Because of the 119 men lying in the enemy-occupied area! Because the five German mechanics ran out of Shanghai without losing this fact! Because every Chinese soldier wearing this outfit, Japan offers a reward of 1,000 yen! Because every Chinese person in this dress has achieved the simple but important words of protecting the home and protecting the country.

He pulled the bolt off, and another shell fell to his feet. The rain hit the helmet and made a ping-pong ping-pong. The Japanese were getting closer and closer, and the machine gun position on his side had no sound. — There is no more bullets, it sounds cruel but a real reason.

Looking at his empty shell, he closed the bolt helplessly. After touching it, he had touched his chest pocket for countless times. He smiled and put down his palm. There really was no bullet there. He knew it long ago.

"I'm not going back today!" He laughed, laughing out his words in the rain. He bit his lip, removed the burden from his back, buried it indiscriminately under his feet, and then pulled out a nearly two-foot-long triangular thorn from the side of his waist, and fixed it on his rifle with a click.

"Little devil! Today, Grandpa will teach you how to fight the bayonet!" Fu lowered his body and stared at the front with cold eyes. The soldiers beside him had no bullets for a long time, and they had been holding their bayonets for a while . The two glanced at each other and saw the firm courage in each other's eyes.

The Japanese were getting closer, and they could clearly hear the grunting Oriental words. The bright bayonet of the Japanese army looked even more scary, and it had more visual effects than the non-reflective black army thorns on the side of the Chinese defenders.

"Put down ... weapons ... surrender drops ... do not kill!" A Japanese army loudly persuaded Chinese defenders in close proximity to surrender in jerky Chinese. However, the last bullet shot from nowhere, hit the forehead of the Japanese army.

"Go to your x and don't kill! If you don't kill Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will kill you too!" A Chinese voice in the Northeast dialect scolded on the Chinese position: "There is a seed for Lao Tzu, let's see who is Grandpa!"

"Charge!" The Japanese officer, who was guarded by the Japanese soldiers in the center, saw that the squadron was still ignorant of the current affairs, and angrily corrupted the command knife in his hand and issued the command of the charge. In his eyes, the troops that can fight bayonet with the Japanese army have not yet been born.

The distance between the two sides is closer, and it is no longer the distance to shoot each other-the Japanese army has a glorious tradition of fighting bayonets, and there is only bayonet left in China to solve the problem, so the two sides collide together.

The Chinese veteran who had been lying in the trench jumped up, and with both hands, he used a military stab to poke the Japanese bayonet towards himself. The next moment he sent his back forward, and the long military thorn was like cutting into it. The lard generally entered the chest of the Japanese soldiers smoothly.

Blood spewed out of the bloodletting trough of the army thorn, splashing the Chinese veteran, but he didn't care, but with a little effort, he pulled out his army thorn and rushed towards the next target. Now this is a game, kill as many opponents as possible in as much time as possible, and this game will not end until you die.

"Ha!" With a cry, he pierced a Japanese soldier through his body again, and as the Japanese fell down, he continued to move forward bravely. The Japanese on the other side had obviously been intimidated by his momentum and took a step back.

The Japanese soldier was only about 20 years old, and he was a very young guy. It didn't take long for him to join the army. His face was scared pale by the scene of the two soldiers strangling together. After seeing the appearance of the Chinese people, he became even more timid. Subconsciously step back.

On the battlefield, the enemy retreats naturally by me. The Chinese veterans were used to life and death. There is no sympathy at this moment. They stab their own military thorns with their hands, and the next time they inserted this young Japanese body.

"Ah!" With a scream, the Japanese young man shook and fell down, and did not step back a few seconds longer than others because of cowardice. At this time, the Chinese soldier who had been walking side by side with the veteran was stabbed by two Japanese soldiers on the ground with bayonet, and his mouth was still spitting bright red blood foam.

More Japanese soldiers came up, one after another Chinese soldiers fell, the blood of both sides gathered together, and the roads underneath became muddy. On this nameless hillside, the shouting still did not stop, there was no end.

"Grab the one with the German helmet! Grab the one with the German helmet!" The Japanese commander saw his troops in the sea of ​​people and seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, as fragile as the silk under the edge of a scissors. Unbearable. He shouted sharply, hoping that his soldiers could overwhelm the godlike existence.

The blood-stained Chinese veterans are now moving like a flat boat in the sea, surrounded by Japanese soldiers. His shot is steady and accurate, accurate and ruthless, because there is no bullet to squander in training, so he can only practice assassination and block.

Grid blocked a sharp bayonet, and an army of thorns pierced directly from the opponent's eyes, only to stop on the skull of the back of the head. The Chinese veteran was also penetrated by the bayonet of another Japanese soldier. Blood spewed out, and the feeling of pain came.

The veteran soldier did not return his head, his hands retreated, and he pulled out a stabbing stab at the Japanese soldier who stabbed himself. After a scream, another Japanese soldier fell over his chest. However, a Japanese bayonet on the other side stabbed under the veteran's ribs, making the Chinese veteran's movement slower.

Withdrawing his bayonet, he stabbed it mechanically toward the other end, and another scream came, but this time the veteran failed to withdraw his army sting, because the two Japanese soldiers quickly approached and grabbed the veteran's gun.

How many have you changed? The Chinese veteran asked himself a question, and then he opened his mouth and smiled, **** smile: "My name is Pillar! The company commander said I am the pillar of this country!"