Taoist fast crossing

Si Qingheng's heart was completely dark at this moment.

I can't wait to whip Si Qingyan with the sole of my shoe.

Are you trying to piss me off?

Si Qingheng almost couldn't hold back his tears.

Why are you so stupid?Sincerely don't let me feel at ease!

"Be careful."

Just when Si Qingheng was about to say something, Si Qingyan grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him behind him.

Si Qingheng stared at the large circle of bullet belts and grenades around Si Qingyan's waist, and his eyelids twitched. If the current background was ignored, at first glance, Si Qingyan looked like he had just returned from the market.

"What are you doing here?" Si Qingheng asked in a low voice.

"Are you retreating?" Si Qingyan asked back.

Liu San'er entrusted someone to send a secret letter, saying that there were traitors under Si Qingheng's command, and that the Japanese army's follow-up military support had arrived, and asked them to retreat as soon as possible.The traitor had already been dealt with by Si Qingyan in advance, and there was no rumor about it. If they retreated at this time, it might be too late.

Si Qingheng shook his head and said seriously:

"I can't retreat."

Take a step back and lose an inch of land.

"Yeah." Si Qingyan didn't say any more.

Now that Si Qingheng has made his decision, respect his wishes.

But no matter what, he couldn't watch Si Qingheng die here.

Now that the matter has come to this, Si Qingheng feels that it is unlikely that Si Qingyan will leave obediently, and is very helpless about it, but he can only bite the bullet and rush to the front line first.

Si Qingyan followed him the whole time, acting as a guard.Even if he is skilled and his marksmanship is terrifyingly accurate, Si Qingheng must always pay attention to him, and take a look at Si Qingyan, lest he get hurt.

Occasionally, Si Qingyan returned a candid smile, and Si Qingheng couldn't bear to look directly at her.The usual face that would fascinate thousands of young girls was blackened by gunpowder smoke, and when he smiled, his white and dazzling teeth seemed to be shining, not to mention how stupid he was.

Maybe it's because the follow-up troops of the Japanese army are still on the way, and the fighting situation has been lukewarm, so it's not a big problem to deal with it. Si Qingheng can take turns to take a break occasionally.

At dawn, the Japanese offensive became fierce again.

The siege team climbed to the top of the city again and again, but was chopped down by the soldiers of Wancheng with big knives and bayonets. When they fell to the ground, their brains were split open, and the blood was pouring down. .

As long as you can break through the gate of this ancient country, you can plunder countless precious treasures and send them to your hometown.Such a low-cost and high-yield thing, for the emperor, for the hometown... even death, is still meaningful.When their eyes shifted to the faces of the Wancheng defenders, their hearts instantly ignited a raging fire. They clearly came to help this backward country become stronger, but why did these people resist?Isn't it normal to pay some price in the process of becoming stronger?

There is absolutely no need for this group of ignorant, ignorant and backward people to exist!

kill!Kill these people!All those who violate the Emperor's wishes will die! ! !

The charging Japanese soldiers drew out their bayonets, held them up high, shouted slogans of allegiance, and rushed to the city wall. Si Qingyan aimed at the head and collapsed with one shot.

Can kill one is one.

None of the foreigners who came to this battlefield was innocent.

Wancheng could not be attacked for a long time, and the Japanese army fell silent again.

The broken flag on the city gate was fluttering in the wind, the corpses below were piled up like a mountain, and there were dark red blood clots left on countless gray faces.

More than half of the Wancheng defenders suffered casualties. Next time, it will be even more difficult to resist.

At half past noon, the Japanese army attacked the city.

This time, the city wall could no longer withstand the charge, and soldiers with loaded guns and live ammunition kept rushing to the city wall.When the two sides keep a certain distance, guns are more effective, and when they face each other, the war turns into a cold weapon confrontation.

"Listen to my order, kill!"

Holding a Tang knife in his hand, Si Qingheng rushed to the Japanese army on the city wall first, slashing left and right, one on each side.

"Fall with the commander—"

The remaining soldiers roared with all their strength, and rushed behind Si Qingheng at the top of their lungs.

Most of the clothes of this group of people were stained red with blood, and people were killed every minute and every second.There were many staggering people, and the disabled who resolutely opened the grenade ring and hugged the enemy to explode.

A sniper on the opposite side aimed at Si Qingheng's head. Si Qingyan held his breath and finished him off before the opponent pulled the trigger.

On a large-scale battlefield, the strength of individuals is particularly weak.

Perhaps everything that happened today is just a few lines of words in history textbooks, or even unimportant test points, but it is even a drop in the ocean in the long river of history, not worth mentioning.But at this time, everyone who stood firm at the scene had the belief that they would die, drained every inch of strength in their blood and roots, and fought desperately with the enemy until the last moment of their lives.

Si Qingyan couldn't remember the last time she was on the battlefield in person, and she wasn't as powerless as she is now.It turns out that being a human is such a feeling.

As the sun moved westward, more and more Japanese troops rushed up the city wall. By nightfall, the defenders of Wancheng had lost half of the city.

The Japanese army rested again, and there were no ten defenders in Wancheng.

At this time, turmoil of varying degrees occurred across the country.Workers went on strike, students went on strike to support Si Qingheng, the defender of Wancheng, and demanded that the Nanjing government send troops.

The story of Si Qingheng resisting the enemy's active counterattack quickly spread throughout the East, and all walks of life are trying to find ways to reinforce it.The Northeast has been lost, is it possible that even North China will also be lost?Below Wancheng is Beiping. Even if the dynasty is gone, this is the capital in everyone's mind.One day, Lian Peiping will be snatched away by someone. What is the difference between that and a broken bone?

The Japanese army did not dare to bet whether Si Qingheng really had no backup...

In case some people suddenly reinforce, wouldn't it affect the process of annexing the East?

On the whole, only Si Qingheng was exceptionally hard-boned and never bowed his knees. As long as this hard pile was leveled, the road ahead should be smooth.

"Commander, we are guarding, you should withdraw first."

Si Qingheng treats people with sincerity, and has never treated a soldier badly. Under his rule, Wancheng has a strict style of study and clear officials, which is much better than that of Commander Yin.

At such a critical juncture, the soldiers under Si Qingheng were reluctant to let him have an accident, and did not want to see him die in the city.If the commander survives, he will be able to regain his strength one day, and he will definitely be able to drive the Japanese back.

"What nonsense?" Si Qingheng smiled and patted the soldier's shoulder, but still did not change his mind.

From the first day he set foot on the battlefield, he began to fear death.After deliberating and climbing to a higher place, it finally came to the time when I could control my own destiny.

Up to now, he still doesn't want to die, but some things are more important than being alive.

"Commander, all the brothers want you to evacuate! Just leave this place to us, let us cover you to break through!"

The soldier suddenly became emotional, and tears welled up in his eyes.Everyone used to be called Tie Dan, Ergou, Hutou, and Zhuzi. After shouting, a large number of people in the barracks agreed. It was the commander who asked them one by one, named them, and taught them to write stroke by stroke. , Let everyone grow from a thin bamboo pole to a strong man.In the past, the family was so poor that they couldn't afford food, and they couldn't stand upright during training. The commander didn't punish them after learning the reason. The guy is overjoyed.

But... that kind of busy, fulfilling and happy life is gone forever. In the past few days, the brothers who trained together have all died, and the few who survived seem to be dying... Commander, you can't die here .He shouldn't be reduced to mutilated limbs with those stupid people like rocks and mud. His head can't be taken off by the Japanese and hung on the wall.

"Even if I die, I will not abandon you." Si Qingheng's voice was hoarse, but his tone was very solemn.His lips were chapped and bleeding from not taking in water for too long, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Commander..." The burly man whose face was blackened by the smoke whimpered and cried. He was rushed out of two white paths, squatted down and hugged Si Qingheng's leg, and hiccupped from crying.

"Why are you crying? It's better to kill a few little devils if you have the energy." Si Qingheng patted the back of his head lightly, feeling complicated.

He also wondered if it was the right decision to make.

No matter what he says, his subordinates will follow him through life and death.

The destiny of thousands of people is gathered in one body, but he chose a dead end.

"Commander, we have no regrets."

"Brothers are all voluntary."

"We men should defend our home and our country."

"Okay." Si Qingheng dragged the man on the ground up, turned around and went to the front line again.

Si Qingyan followed him all the time, and when the others saw him, they also called out "Third Young Master" in awe.Although the third young master has good marksmanship, everyone always thought he was a literati, and they didn't expect him to stay here at this time.I can also understand why the commander's face is so dark, and his brows are so wrinkled that they can kill flies.

Due to limited conditions, Wancheng did not manufacture a helicopter capable of combat, nor did it have a pilot who could fly an airplane.

The moonlight was like training, and at night, the Japanese army began to drop air.

The shells slipped out from the fighter jets, and Ruyan fell towards the defenders' camp like throwing herself into her arms, and big blood flowers burst out on the ground.

boom--

Wailing, screaming.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and there were broken limbs everywhere.

The blood soaked the soil, and the sky and the earth were dark red.

Even though Si Qingheng dodged in time, he was still affected.

The impact of the heat wave made people's legs weak unconsciously, and the violent explosion made his ears buzzing. He lost consciousness in an instant, and finally his gaze was fixed on Si Qingyan's face that suddenly changed color not far away...

At that time, the heavy machine gun in Si Qingyan's hand was too hot to continue shooting. He aimed at an empty machine gun, which seemed to be in good condition, and was about to change it, when he turned his head and saw Si Qingheng's Flesh and blood are flying around...

My heart is empty.

He has never had a loved one, and he has never known what it feels like.It's very natural and comfortable to get along with Si Qingheng. It seems that no matter what he does, Si Qingheng will fight for him as long as he can hold back, and he will die before him if he can't.Even if Si Qingheng is just an ordinary person without earth-shattering magical powers, in Si Qingyan's heart, he has a different status from other people.

If Si Qingheng died... Si Qingyan immediately began to think about how to find his soul, how to repair Si Qingheng... At the same time, he threw his gun and rushed straight into the pit to find Si Qingheng. Qingheng.

The flesh and blood on his back was scorched, and the remnant of the unicorn tattoo was looming, and there were spider web-like bruises. When Si Qingyan reached out to check his breath, she found that there was still a faint breath... suddenly heaved a sigh of relief.

Just be alive.

The unicorn tattoo blocked Si Qingheng, preventing the shell from instantly killing him.In addition to the trauma on the back, what was more serious was the back of the head. The violent concussion directly put Si Qingheng into a deep coma, and Si Qingyan was a little worried that he would become a fool.The brain is a very complicated area, and Si Qingyan still doesn't know how to explore it, let alone how to repair the small damage in it.

I should have known that Si Qingheng's hair should be shaved and tattooed on top of his head.Unfortunately, it was too late when I remembered.

unwise.

But... as long as Si Qingheng is still alive, his soul is still there, and he can always be rescued.

The chest was fine, Si Qingyan touched his abdomen carefully, and felt that there was no injury inside, so she carried Si Qingheng on his back.

The soldiers who saw this scene along the road thought that Si Qingheng was dead, and their tears flowed down.

"Third Young Master, our commander..."

"Not dead, I'll see if I can save him." Time was running out, Si Qingyan hurriedly replied, and continued to retreat.

"All brothers! Escort the third young master..." The soldier was about to shout, but Si Qingyan stopped him with his eyes.

"Hush." ​​Si Qingyan shook her head.

If people notice it because of this, they won't be able to get out.

"Third young master, please."

"Take care." Si Qingyan turned her head and said.

The soldier saluted Si Qingyan's back, and shouted again:

"We will always be the commander's soldiers, we will always be the soldiers of Wancheng, and we will die today to protect the country! We deserve to die!"

"Die to protect the country! A worthy death!" The remaining soldiers responded in unison.

Silently, Si Qingyan walked through heavy artillery fire with Si Qingheng on her back.

The road was very difficult to walk, and there were dead bodies everywhere.What's even sadder is that those corpses were living people not so long ago.

There were explosions everywhere, and the dust was covered layer by layer, as if they were taking the initiative to restrain the remains of the dead.

The moonlight was too bright, and Si Qingyan was almost targeted. She turned slightly to avoid the bullet, and her tyrannical soul power spread out, directly locking on to the nearby enemies and annihilating their souls.

A dark cloud in the sky blocked the moon, which greatly facilitated his actions.Si Qingyan took a deep breath, trying to relieve the pain of being targeted by this world, her throat was filled with the dry smell of plaster and the pungent smell of gunpowder.

The effect is not obvious.

He is getting farther and farther away from the fierce battle.

Si Qingheng's wound on his back was dripping blood, and the meandering scars left on the ground reflected heavy light.

Far behind Si Qingyan, a slender and young-faced soldier silently changed into Si Qingheng's clothes, buttoned his badge, and put on Si Qingheng's military cap.

When I was training soldiers, I really envied the commander.

Young and handsome, with a high position and authority.Brothers in the family, live together in harmony.

Now I finally got my wish and put on the Commander's clothes...

There must be a commander who died in battle.

"If I die, you put my face...understand?"

He whispered to the fellow next to him.

"...Okay." The man originally wanted to say not to say such depressing words, but the matter has come to this point, no matter how many good things he said, it would be useless.

After walking for a long time, Si Qingyan looked back at the flag hanging on the gate of Wancheng, and found that it was only half-sided, the color became darker after swimming, and the end was still dripping blood.

The crimson remnant flag, the "commander" whose face was hidden in the darkness, gradually faded away with the rustling wind.

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After leaving the battlefield with Si Qingheng on her back, Si Qingyan was a little confused for a while.

He was walking in the wilderness, thinking about where to go.

Si Qingheng was injured so badly that he had to deal with it in time.The Japanese army was attacking, and there was no absolutely safe place to hide for the time being. There was a church opened by Americans in Wancheng, and the Japanese dared not break into it.Si Qingyan took out the finger wrench left by Boss Su, intending to try it.