copper sparrow lock nobile

It was another war that was tied, and both sides were tired.

The Japanese were dealing with the prisoners. They deliberately dug holes in front of the formation. The Japanese soldiers carried long bayonets and stabbed the corpses. If the corpses reacted, they frantically made up the knives until the 'corpse' was really dead.

Immediately there was a whistle, and the corpse was pushed into the big pit, and someone filled it up one by one.

The screams, laughter, and the sound of corpses falling to the ground were grotesquely intertwined, and all the scenes entered Duan Yelin's eyes one by one.

Duan Yelin was naked to the waist, wearing a bandage, standing on a patch of heights, looking up at the sky, looking down at the pile of corpses, and behind him was Hezhou City.The air in the high places is very thin, and there are too many wounds on his body, and the military doctors are too busy, so let it go.

Qiao Song came back and brought Xu Hang's words to Duan Yelin, Duan Yelin vomited a smoke ring: "He probably wants to stay and see my ending with his own eyes."

The wind is like a bayonet cutting the heart, making people breathless.

Qiao Song knelt down on one knee and apologized: "Commander, I'm sorry, I couldn't persuade Young Master Xu to leave."

"I don't blame you, I understand his temperament. It's okay, if I die, he will leave."

"Commander!" Qiao Song turned pale with fright.

Duan Yelin smoked another cigarette: "Why are you so surprised, Qiao Song? You are also a good fighter, you should be able to see that it is my Duan Yelin's ability to survive until now. As a discarded My son, I have done my best, and it is worth losing a Hezhou theater in exchange for a national victory."

Qiao Song felt a pain in his heart. It seemed like a good deal to say so lightly, but the price was the death of all the soldiers on the battlefield.The Japanese army is not a bodhisattva of mercy. The blood of the Jinling Massacre is still flowing along the Qinhuai River. Only killing can stop them.

"Then...do you still fight?" Qiao Song asked cautiously.

Duan Yelin stuck the cigarette butt into the dirt: "Fight. Even if the battle reaches the end of the battle, we must fight. If it lasts for a moment, it is a moment."

He pointed to the land in front of the city wall of Hezhou: "Qiao Song, you will lead them here later. There is an underground well in front of the city wall, extending in all directions, so the surface is very fragile. If we bury our only bomb there , will be very destructive.”

The well was abandoned in the early days, with a complex structure and a very wide area. Once the explosion would cause the ground to collapse, and the well was very deep, if a person fell into it without falling to his death, he would fall to pieces.

In particular, if the explosion started underground, it would be impossible to prevent it.

The idea was perfect, but it had a fatal flaw.

"But, but where is the time to do an ambush now?"

Duan Yelin patted Qiao Song on the shoulder: "It's true that there is no time, so you take people to confuse them, and I will take the explosives."

Qiao Song became anxious when he heard this: "No! Commander! Let me go down!"

Duan Yelin saw the pain that Qiao Song concealed at a glance: "I can only go! Your legs can't climb down at all!"

Under the thick military trousers, Qiao Song's legs were bloody and festered.

"Then...then..." Qiao Song became dumb. He had no face to say that other soldiers would die instead of Duan Yelin, and he knew that Duan Yelin would never play with other people's lives.He could only clenched his fists to express the pain in his heart.

Duan Yelin patted Qiao Song on the back vigorously, making him raise his head and chest: "Don't do this! You have to look like a soldier on the battlefield! You can die, but you must not bend over!" He smiled and said, "Don't be so depressed, you should be happy to die for your country."

The hail of guns and bullets began to weave nets again. Duan Yelin hid in the trench and carried all the explosives on his back. Duan Zhanzhou walked over and took a look. The expression on his face did not fluctuate too much, he just said: "Should I cry twice?" Express your displeasure?"

Duan Yelin was biting the knot there: "Come on, save some effort and kill two more devils, and collect the corpse for me before you cry."

Duan Zhanzhou laughed a few times, and it was better to make a little joke at the time of life and death than to say goodbye with bitter hatred.

On this point, there is still a tacit understanding between them.

"A few years ago, you drove Kuromiya Naniwa from Hezhou, and now he is making a comeback. If he knows that he forced you to this position, he might be able to succeed."

Kuromiya Naniwa was a general of the Japanese army, who once occupied Hezhou and fought Duan Yelin head-on.

"Whether he is just a Japanese devil in my eyes, there is no difference. In fact, it is not true that he has no selfishness at all. Zhanzhou, the Japanese have been attacking with bombs and bullets for more than a month. There is a shortage. Especially today, I can't even shoot a grenade, and everyone is fighting with a bayonet. I bet that Kuromiya Naniwa must have run out of ammunition and food, so he used this crowd tactics. This time If you can hit them hard, maybe you can find a chance to take the rest of your brothers with you."

Duan Zhanzhou sneered: "Why are you going? Do you still expect me to go back and pass on the family line of the old Duan family?"

Duan Yelin thumped Duan Zhanzhou's chest, and both of them laughed.

After tidying up, we were ready to go. Duan Zhanzhou suddenly stopped Duan Yelin's shoulder from behind and gave him a hug: "...whether alive or dead, we are all brothers."

He took out a cigar from his pocket and stuffed it in Duan Yelin's trousers pocket. This was the last cigarette he had left. Here you go. You kept asking me for cigarettes before, and I was reluctant to give them to you, but now I don’t want to give you any more."

Blood is thicker than water, blood is really a wonderful thing, it brings people strength and touches people.

Duan Yelin shook his wrist very hard, leaving traces: "Good brother, I'll go first."

Then, under the cover of a team of assault soldiers, the Japanese army approached the gate of the city. A body with bandages and explosives on its back, facing the hail of bullets from the side, rushed towards the half-destroyed shaft exit like an arrow.

The [-]mm machine gun bullets were fired in a flustered and powerful manner. The bullets were red and hot. In just a moment, they passed by the side of the waist. Once they touched the flesh and blood, they opened their mouths to bite. place, erosive plasma.

So Duan Yelin almost fell into the well, his back hit the ground heavily, and his brain was paralyzed by the pain.

"Ahem! Fuck... hiss..."

He sat up straight with great difficulty, and then used his strong arms to throw the explosives with fuses into the depths of the shaft one by one, from the farthest to his side, and put the last pack in his arms.

After doing all this, he touched his waist, the blood in his hand was so fresh.Alas, what a motherfucker, I have to pay for my life in this broken battle.

Listening carefully to the sound coming from above the well, it was the sound of the Japanese army being fooled and approaching step by step.The closer they got, the loess above their heads fell down more violently and landed in Duan Yelin's wound.

When his father died, he left a sentence saying that the Chinese nation is endless and cannot be defeated.

He thought so too.You can see that there are corpses everywhere and rivers of blood, but after the enemies are driven out, the place will be full of flowers and the river will be covered, and no one will remember that this place used to be a battlefield, and it was so terrible.

So he will not regret it, he came bravely and left bravely, without leaving a name on the list of meritorious deeds.

It's just that there is such a person, he always hopes to be remembered by his name.

he is………

He reached into his trousers pocket to smoke the last cigar, and while touching the lighter, he touched something else.

It was the peony sachet that Xu Hang returned to him.

It's really terrible, it's all here, and the funeral objects that accompany him to Huangquan will be this thing, Duan Yelin couldn't help laughing, and the wound hurt a lot.

After thinking about it, Duan Yelin lit up the cigarette and smoked it. It was the last cigarette, and it tasted extremely good. After a few puffs, his chest felt slightly hot, and half his life came back.

The stench, smoke, and explosive smell in the shaft are all mixed with the strong smell of smoke, which makes people almost lose their sense of smell.

Picking up the sachet, before he died, he wanted to relive the fragrance he first saw in Qiyuan.He patted the dirt on the surface of the sachet, and his eyes softened a lot.

Putting the sachet under the nose, Duan Yelin frowned when he sniffed it lightly.

It is not the aroma of peony, but like a traditional Chinese medicine, with a strong aroma, sweet, pungent, and slightly bitter.

He is no stranger to this smell, even most people can distinguish its smell, it can be seen everywhere, the only difference is that it has a special name.

Duan Yelin reached out to untie the sachet, because the action was too hasty, the contents inside leaked out and fell all over the floor.

He took a deep breath, grabbed a handful with his hands, and rubbed them in the palm of his hand. In the dark well, his eyes were shining brightly, and there was still a little bit of water vapor.

What's in the sachet is not peony, but angelica.

What medicine can heal the intestines nine times, but the hairpin marks the hat to untie the military uniform.Angelica why not?

In ancient times, when soldiers who joined the army left home, their wives would put a small handful of angelica in their husband's arms, which meant to tell him to remember to come back when it was time to return, and always remember that there is someone waiting for you.

Before leaving, he asked Xu Hang if he had anything to say to himself, and Xu Hang gave him this sachet.

He was telling himself to go back alive.

All of a sudden, what he saw in front of him was not the appearance in the well, but memories ran out of his mind, running back against the time, he chased and watched, and just chased to the front of the Jinyan Hall at that time, Xu Hang opened his mouth, Standing in front of him hesitantly.

At that time, it wasn't that he didn't say anything, his lips parted slightly, and he said a word in a very low voice.

"And Zi...Cheng said."

It's just too far away, Duan Yelin didn't hear and couldn't see clearly.What's more, no matter how beautiful the confession is, it is always cruel to tell the people on the battlefield.

A handful of angelica hides what is on my mind, and does not ask the king for knowledge and protection.

Duan Yelin didn't even dare to think about what kind of scene it was.Under the light of a bean, how did Xu Hang open the sachet carefully, pour out the peony, slice the angelica into thin pieces with a milling knife, and carefully put it in.

Is his look gentle or serious?Are his fingers flexible or cautious?

He...he...he's a fucking guy.

At the bottom of the well where there is no light, a half-life commander, holding a handful of angelica, laughs in a low voice, like crying, but it is not the kind that hurts the heart, but the kind that gets what he wants but is helpless Sigh.

"Haha...heh...hahaha...Xu Shaotang, Xu Shaotang, I, Duan Yelin, have never liked you in vain."

He had laughed enough, and leaned his head against the wall of the well, amidst the smoke, his eye sockets were burning hot, but the corner of his mouth was hanging upwards with a cigarette in his mouth.

In his ear was the signal of thousands of horses and horses' hooves rushing, and the loess rustled down and buried him, and he sat quietly, rubbing an angelica in his hand.

I am not afraid of being smashed to pieces, because he left his ink on the world.

At this time, there is no bloody smoke in front of his eyes, only the young man in Qiyuan who is waving his sleeves, wrapping his head in emerald greens, and walking with clouds to make a round, looking forward to his amazing appearance.

How did the Yue opera sing?

Brother Liang, love each other and love each other, I wish you Liang Shanbo with my heart.But Yingtai's red ears and red mouth are hard to open. I remember seeing off Changting Road at Shibali, and I spit out my heart.

sounds so good.

Duan Yelin hummed a tune in his throat, of course it was hoarse and unpleasant, he squinted his eyes, and then the red cigarette butt almost burned to the end, fell from his mouth, rolled, and approached the fuse of the explosion.

On the ground, Qiao Song roared and fired with machine guns, and the Japanese army rushed up one after another like a wave, and finally all the troops were led into the trap.

Now is the most poisonous time of the sun, the scorching sun is high in the sky, the human throat is like a desert, no matter how much water is poured, it will escape from the pores.

Just as Qiao Song stood up straight, his eyes darkened for a while, and he barely stopped with his gun.

Afterwards, the whole earth shook violently as if in anger, and a wave of air that wiped out everything came up from the ground, broke through the outer shell of the earth, shot straight into the sky, and violently pushed everything on the ground upwards!

As if it was a giant, it threw all the Japanese soldiers into the air, and then smashed them back to the ground one by one like a free fall!A huge subsidence appeared on the entire ground, and the loess and silt poured backwards. For a while, the flying sand and rocks made people unable to open their eyes.

With the howling Japanese soldiers falling one after another, the sky above Hezhou City was no less than experiencing a terrifying tornado and sandstorm!

Qiao Song and the others couldn't take a closer look at how the explosion happened. They only knew that the cracks on the ground were still expanding, and the collapse was expanding step by step. The Japanese soldiers died in different ways. Some were crushed to death, some were buried...

This was really a successful and beautiful counterattack, but for Qiao Song, this kind of success was full of sadness and could not make him happy.

Looking at the appalling ground, his knees softened, and he knelt down on the ground, tears streaming down his face, and a soul-struck cry burst out from his chest.

"commander--!!!"

If the voice has a spirit, it will be transmitted to people's dreams.

In the Jinyan Hall, in the courtyard, Xu Hang, who was sleeping, suddenly woke up, covered in cold sweat, turned over and knocked over the teacup and fell from the recliner to the ground.

He supported his head with one hand, and felt a splitting headache, as if someone had stabbed him deeply with a knife.

It's so noisy... how can it be so noisy.

Today's Hezhou City, apart from the sound of firecrackers, seems to be different.Before he had time to think about it, he felt dizzy, the whole ground was shaking, everything in the room was smashed to pieces, the sound of breaking came from all directions, and the screams of Chanyi and the little novice in the room continued.

earthquake?No, not like.

After a while, the fluctuation stopped, and Hezhou suddenly fell into dead silence again.

Xu Hang was beating a drum in his heart, and the drum beat so fast that he almost jumped out. He ran towards the door involuntarily, pushed open the gate of Jinyan Hall, and looked towards the direction of the city wall.

After taking a look, his pupils tightened and he couldn't even breathe.

The city wall is gone, and the military flag of Hezhou is also down.