Special Forces from Fire Phoenix

Elegant and weeping, admirable and lamentable!

Without the sacrifice of these heroes, today's peace and tranquility would not be possible.

There are always sacrifices on the battlefield, it is inevitable.

But no matter who it is, seeing these scenes, it will be like receiving a special baptism.

He Zhijun is a veteran on the battlefield, and what he fears most is seeing these scenes.

Because every time he looks at it, he will think of his comrades who fought side by side on the South Vietnam battlefield.

Comrades fell one by one, falling into a pool of blood, their voices and smiles, vividly emerging in the brain box.

He Zhijun chose to leave, leaving Zhang Lu to be baptized here by himself, and arranged for a guard to keep an eye on Zhang Lu and not allow him to go anywhere.

Even if there is excrement and urine, first pull it in the crotch, and must receive ideological education.

Zhang Lu stared at the battle scenes on the wall, the scenes of blood and flesh flying everywhere, and he was in awe of the veterans in his heart.

The entire screen was red, as if it had been smeared with blood.

Zhang Lu was infected and entered the seed world of Bianhua unknowingly.

On the red land, I don't know if this is the road to the underworld.

The red manjusawa are blooming in large numbers, like the red earth.

From a distance, it looks like a carpet made of blood, like a red flag dyed red by martyrs.

There are no ghosts in this weird road to the underworld.

woohoo.

The horn sounded suddenly.

"Come on!"

"For victory, charge!"

"Come with me, go!"

The horn sounded, and the attack slogan was sounded.

The sound of charges soaring into the sky resounded in an instant, resounding through the entire space.

Did not see any figure.

But Zhang Lu could feel that there were thousands of people beside him, passing by him non-stop, charging forward.

Da da da.

There seemed to be several heavy machine guns in front of them, firing violently.

Ballistic trajectories with flames flew past like meteors in front of my eyes.

There was a hail of bullets, and the enemy's firepower was extremely ferocious.

Flutter.

Zhang Lu felt that he was hit by a bullet, but strangely, he didn't feel any pain.

It's just that the wound where he was shot was bleeding wildly.

As if driven by an inexplicable force, Zhang Lu kept walking forward, and was hit by bullets, but he never fell down.

Not long after, Zhang Lu turned into a blood man, and his blood sprayed out and landed on the red Bana flower.

Zhang Lu felt something in his heart, a kind of emotional sublimation came surging.

Manzhushahua, whose redness is like fire, illuminates the way forward like fire on Huangquan Road.

This is the only scenery and color on Huangquan Road, guiding the soul to embark on a ghostly hell.

And the blood of the martyrs guides the soldiers to the road to victory.

War is cruel!

But the soldiers sacrificed fearlessly. In order to defend their homes and the country, they fought bravely and wrote songs of praise for heroes with their lives.

The tragic and heroic chapters shocked Zhang Lu's heart.

Zhang Lu felt his body trembling, tears gushing out.

It's an emotional resonance.

Before joining the army, Zhang Lu also visited the Martyrs Memorial Hall and the Martyrs Cemetery. Although his heart was agitated, he also admired the unsung heroes who died heroically for the victory.

But still can't reach the point of resonance, how can you understand the cruelty of the battlefield if you haven't been on the battlefield.

How can you feel the boiling blood of being a soldier if you have never been in a military camp.

Joined the fire phoenix, rushed to the battlefield with the female soldiers again and again, fighting fierce enemies one by one, life and death.

He can understand, can understand why those revolutionary martyrs throw their heads and shed their blood!

If you choose to be a soldier and have no regrets in your youth, you are doomed to go forward in the midst of artillery fire!

That day, the footsteps spit out, and there was nothing.

Behind, there are more and more comrades-in-arms who generously go to righteousness and rush to the other side of victory!

Strange to say, when Zhang Lu had an emotional resonance, the itchy eyes began to weaken.

"Watching the Martyrs' Memorial Hall can also help you understand?"

Zhang Lu is a little strange. The perception of Bianhua is too strange. It requires people to arouse emotional resonance in order to further comprehend.

Perhaps this is the extraordinary place of Bianhua!

Zhang Lu always felt that this legendary flower was extraordinary everywhere, and its seed ability even involved the eyes.

And the pupil of Manzhushahua, it seems that it is not just as simple as broadening the horizon.

At this moment, He Zhijun returned.

He just wanted to ask Zhang Lu how he felt, but when he saw Zhang Lu's appearance, he immediately vomited.

"This kid..."