Collection of Chinese Classics: I broadcast history live and talk to the past and present

The chaotic battlefield continued. Xiao Xian slowly walked to the anti-aircraft gun platform. In front of him was the battlefield of Kong Laosan's anti-aircraft team, which had been crushed by Japanese enemy planes.

Except for the broken meat and limbs on the ground, it was impossible to tell who was who.

In a small pool of blood on the ground, he picked up a small flute, and next to it was a shattered military uniform.

A thin piece of paper leaked out of the upper pocket of the military doctor, stained with blood, but intact.

The clothes in this area were well preserved, obviously intentional.

Xiao Xian took out the red paper, which should have been white.

It was a letter with only a few scribbled and crooked words. He did not open it. It should be a letter from home with the address written on it.

Xiao Xian carefully put away the flute and the letter, raised his eyes again, and looked at the broken world in front of him.

Three fighter planes were broken, and more than a dozen lives were needed to support them.

Is such a deal worth it?

In the barrage:

"Woo woo woo……"

"Woohoo…"

"Is this still a war? This is clearly a giant meat grinder!"

"I have imagined the cruelty of war, but I have never imagined it to be so cruel. It is completely different from all the concepts of war I have learned from books, movies and TV. Could it be that our ancestors defended the land we live in today in such an environment?"

"It’s so heartbreaking, so cruel, damn enemy, why do you want to invade us?"

"The prosperity of China today is inseparable from the perseverance of our ancestors. May all the loyal souls of the land of China rest in peace. We... live very well!"

In the live broadcast, a gunshot suddenly came from a distance.

The camera continued to zoom in, and the Japanese sniper was discovered. The 7-man team outflanked from the side and finally approached the sniper building.

But there was a problem when attacking the building.

Those who can become snipers have been alone and away from the crowd for a long time.

They have the most acute perception of the surrounding environment. Any movement on the earth can transmit any signal to the brain through hearing, vision, touch, taste, and smell. The seven-man team hid on the battlefield and judged the position of the sniper by the sound of the sniper rifle.

But they didn't expect that the other party had been waiting upstairs for a long time, and the time bomb was buried in the corner of the stairs.

On the spot Three soldiers were killed.

The Sixth Battalion Commander led by example, withstood a bullet, hugged the sniper on the spot, and pulled the grenade in his hand.

But he underestimated the sniper's strength, and the opponent's physical fitness was at its peak.

In this battle, the Japanese sniper had been sniping others in the sniper building, and did not participate in the group battle below.

The physical preservation was the most complete, compared with those who had been fighting for a long time, it was not a dimension at all.

The Japanese sniper took the grenade before it exploded with absolute strength, and threw it to the other three Sichuan soldiers.

With a bang!

A huge crack appeared directly on the wall of the sniper building.

The three soldiers were injured, but no one hesitated and rushed towards the Japanese sniper at the same time!

The five men wrestled together instantly.

Facing the four Sichuan Army soldiers who had been fighting for a long time, there was no panic on the sniper's face. He was at ease and had a hint of contempt.

The four words"Sick Man of East Asia" have long been deeply rooted in his heart. The people of this land used to smoke opium, and their foundations have long been polluted.

Opponents of this level are not worthy of respect at all.

He himself is tall and burly, and he stands out among his fellow navigators.

What's more, his physical strength has always been at its peak, and several people have fought back and forth for three or four rounds.

The Sixth Battalion Commander and his men were no match at all. They were knocked down by the opponent's powerful force and had collapsed to the ground, losing their combat effectiveness.

The sniper casually took out his pistol and aimed at the enemy. A feeling of a hunter looking at his prey spread in his heart.

This sense of accomplishment of controlling life and death made him particularly intoxicated, and he was a little reluctant to kill these people.

He wanted this kind of Feel it for a while longer.

So, the sniper chose to close his eyes. There were countless artillery fire outside to accompany him. He held a pistol and danced gracefully in front of several prey.

He opened his arms as if hugging a beautiful girl. With the sound of war baptism as the background music, in this small sniper building, he demonstrated a beautiful melody that spanned the battlefield and the song of peace.

Bang!

The music seemed to have reached a peak, and the sniper's movements became more exaggerated, but he always felt that something was missing.

So, he fired a shot, and a Sichuan soldier fell down. The sniper used his life to commemorate the height of the song.

He smiled with satisfaction, his movements were exaggerated and beautiful, the main melody of the battlefield seemed to be more ups and downs, and every corner of the world was playing the movement of death.

He had to continue to cater to the melody of the artillery fire outside, and death was the most beautiful flower of the underworld on the battlefield.

Bang!

He ended another life, and the melody representing the other side in this small sniper building became more fierce!