Chapter 63 Dance of Life

The Japanese army opened fire.

The offensive had already been frustrated, and the Japanese army's top commander on both wings, Major Yin Tengchuang, who was driven crazy by the Chinese people, finally ordered the gunmen lurking in the ruins to open fire.

The Japanese major had no patience to wait any longer to overwhelm the stubborn fortress and hang the Chinese soldiers inside in front of the Chinese untouchables. He was going to make them suffer now.

In front of those untouchables, kill the graceful dancing woman in the telescope.

In the telescope, the woman fell down at the sound, and a ferocious and cruel smile appeared on Yin Tengchuer's dark face unique to Hokkaido fishermen.

If the leader is dead, those untouchables will probably scatter like frightened chickens!

That kind of sad and ridiculous scene must be spectacular.

However, the next moment, the ferocity on the fisherman's dark face solidified.

It's like a postmodern oil painting.

The graceful woman with blood blossoms on her body fell limply on the drum as the Japanese military commander wished. The singing stopped and the sound of the drum disappeared.

However, the Chinese people did not start to flee as the Japanese major officer imagined.

Accompanied by exclamations, the young students put down the drums from their shoulders and formed a circle as quickly as possible to protect the woman who was shot.

The middle-aged people rushed forward with at least a hundred people and formed a human wall in front of the young people.

Young people protect women, and men protect young people.

In less than ten seconds, people from different classes but from the same ethnic group made their own choices.

The woman must have fallen into a coma. The young men lifted her body from the already red drum head and retreated. Countless people gathered around them, forming a human wall around them.

If the Japanese army fires again, they will bear the brunt.

But this was not the real reason for the Japanese major's expression to freeze.

Instead, another woman stood on the war drum, stamped her feet and kicked the big drum.

Her face was covered with tears, and her body was obviously shaking. She was afraid of death, but she still stood up.

"Shoot!" the Japanese Major roared almost out of control.

Gunshots rang out and the woman fell.

In the midst of crying, another woman wanted to have sex with her again, but was firmly stopped by the crowd.

The middle-aged man's face was full of grief and anger. With the help of a few people, he lifted the big drum, which was covered with blood, in front of the crowd.

"Dong dong dong!"

Alone, playing the drums hard!

Every time the drumstick fell, the sound of the drum was thunderous, accompanied by a cloud of blood mist.

In the lens of a French reporter fifty meters away, the blood mist rising with the sound of drums was like a cluster of blood-red cuckoos in full bloom, almost eerie in its beauty.

And like, the woman never fell, no, to be more precise, they are still there, still dancing.

That is the true dance of life.

Amidst the "dong dong dong" sound of the war drums, the middle-aged man roared with all his strength: "With the big sword, strike at the heads of the devils!"

"Big knife!"

"Chop off the heads of the devils..." The remaining women, who were firmly blocked by the crowd, reacted and roared loudly.

Compared to the increasingly fierce sound of gunfire on the other side, although they tried their best, their voices still seemed weak.

However, there were not just a few of them, but many Chinese people standing beside them.

"Boom!"

"Big knife!"

"Chop on the heads of the devils."

"Big knife!"

"Chop on the heads of the devils."

. . . . . .

First there were a few people, then dozens, and then hundreds or even thousands.

Although the Japanese army may have fired bullets, there were not that many Chinese people standing on the river bank, but on the roofs of buildings, in shops, and at the windows, more and more Chinese people joined in, converging into one voice, shouting wildly :

"Big knife! Cut off the heads of the devils!"

The fighting is like thunder, the sound of drums is like thunder, and the roar is like thunder.

Thunders exploded on the edge of heaven and hell.

Even Wakitajiro, who was more than 800 meters away from here in a straight line, couldn't help but look here at that moment. What are the Chinese yelling?

In front of the window of the theater, a man in a black robe suddenly clenched his fist, his nails pierced his skin, and red blood slowly flowed out from between his fingers, and he was unaware of it.

He didn't expect that after more than ten years of wandering around the world and being used to seeing life and death, he would be so shocked by the scene before him that his heart surged.

Although only one line of the song from tens of thousands of people was left in the end, that one line was so loud that even his blood boiled. He just wanted to stand among them, raise his arms and shout: "Blade, point it at the heads of the devils." Cut it off."

For the first time in his life, he did not look down at those ragged ordinary people. He was not only a bystander, but also a participant. They were partners.

Come to think of it, all the Chinese people who witnessed all this had the same feeling as this ruthless gangster. They will never forget the afternoon of October 27.

A hundred meters away, there is a bloody battlefield. Those graceful women who were originally unattainable used their bodies as mallets and beat the war drums. One after another, they stood on their most glorious stage, inspiring tens of thousands of people with their blood. Call: "With the broadsword, strike at the heads of the devils."

So, what kind of style is it? What kind of heroism is it? Just thinking about it makes me shudder.

Trembling to the point of tears.

They knew they would never forget this day, but they didn't know that from this moment on, their descendants, decades after the war, would also say no to the products of the invaders!

The devil of time can destroy friendship, eliminate love, and forget family affection, but the hatred of the clan cannot be forgotten! Must not be forgotten!

Those who forget this, the clan may not exist in the world!

The lieutenant colonel of the army who was unable to witness all this on the battlefield in front of him listened to the thunder in the concession in the distance, tears in his eyes, but he smiled.

Even though it was only a few meters away from him, an infantry artillery shell was exploding on the solid wall. Although it failed to break into the wall, the terrible shock wave still made the building shake, and countless dust fell on his resolute face.

But he was still smiling.

Because he knew that with this voice, no matter whether he was defeated today, the strategic goal had been achieved.

From this moment on, the whole Songhu, the whole of China, will hear a voice: The Great Wall will never fall!

Yin Tengzhong's face was distorted and his roar could be heard throughout the field command: "Shoot them! Shoot those untouchables! I wonder how many of them dare to stand there."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three red flares were fired into the sky from somewhere in the concession.

The red was particularly dazzling in the afternoon sun.

The signal gun, still emitting white smoke, was held in the hands of Brigadier General Smarlett.

More than an infantry battalion of fully armed Western coalition forces walked out of various fortifications and stationed in the abandoned field fortifications on the river bank. Light and heavy machine guns were also carried out.

"General!" Colonel Xi opened his mouth in surprise.

That meant ordering the entire army in the concession to be on level one alert. If it was released during the fierce battle between the Chinese and Japanese armies, it would be easy for the gun to go off accidentally.

"The Japanese are challenging our bottom line. If we don't respond accordingly, they will become more and more excessive." The face of the Brigadier General of the British Empire was indifferent.

"If they want war, then come! The Chinese are fearless, how can our coalition forces be weaker than them?"

Staring at the crowd that still stood on the river bank, listening to the song that sounded like a stormy wave, the brigadier general of the British Empire whispered to the colonel standing beside him:

"Believe me, James, the Japanese can't win this war. Time will tell you that I am right."

The surprised colonel didn't hear the brigadier general's whisper: History has told us that when women choose to go to the battlefield, that nation is invincible. Especially, this nation has 400 million people!

The brigadier general's words came true. Thirteen years later, when poor but united China stepped onto the northern ice field in a shocking manner, it tied with the Western coalition forces on its own.

The war shocked the world, and China won respect and time for development.

The peace dove flying in the sky, if it is just because it is cute, the most likely ending can only be made into a dish.