Anti-Japanese heroic righteousness

Yang Jiaqi looked back at Wen Wanteng, grinning, showing his bloody teeth, "Old Wan, those who know the current affairs are heroes, don't you and I fight for money, beauties, high officials and rich salary?"

Wen Wanteng was full of astonishment, as if he didn't recognize Yang Jiaqi in front of him, but he clearly felt Yang Jiaqi squeeze his arm vigorously.

When he was full of doubts, Tada Jun on the opposite side took the opportunity to persuade him: "Surrender is not shameful. Famous generals of the Three Kingdoms of your country, such as Zhang Liao, Zhang Yun, Ma Chao, Huang Zhong, Wei Yan, etc., have surrendered before. Even the incarnation of loyalty, Guan Yu and Guan Yunchang They all surrendered to Cao Cao for a while, but this did not affect their later development and reputation at all, after all, it is human nature for a good bird to choose a tree to live in."

"Hehe, do you really understand the history of China?" Yang Jiaqi sneered and said, "Then you must have heard of 'conquering people with force'. In this way, as long as you play in person and defeat the weapon in my hand, we will immediately Surrender, do you dare?"

Wen Wanteng instantly understood what Yang Jiaqi was up to, and immediately seconded: "Yes, as long as you dare to accept our challenge and defeat us, we will surrender immediately."

"Tada-kun, that person is cunning and cunning, don't fall for their aggressive tactics, they must have a conspiracy." Tanaka Shinichi said urgently.

Tada Jun waved his hand, ignored Tanaka Shinichi, and smiled at Yang Jiaqi and Wen Wanteng, "Okay, I accept your challenge."

In Tada Hayao’s view, he is familiar with Chinese history and understands Chinese people. Although they have the qualities of bravery and loyalty, they are all history. After entering the customs in the Qing Dynasty, Chinese people are better at being reserved, tactful and forbearing, humble and kind. , Compromise the mean.

Even with the influence of Jiang Haoran, there may be some changes, but these things in the bones will not be stimulated unless they are in a desperate situation.

He even confidently believes that he has seen euphemism and compromise in the eyes of the two young Chinese in front of him. As long as he can make a step down, the scene he wants to see will definitely appear. In the face of desire, everyone is the same.

Jun Tada pulled out his command saber with a "clang", and swung it forward with one hand, always with a warm smile on his face, "You are injured, I will let you do three moves, let's do it."

Yang Jiaqi and Wen Wanteng looked at each other, they nodded in tacit understanding, tried their best to stand upright, and slowly raised the spear in their hands.

In fact, both of them were a bit exhausted. In addition to the gunshot wounds and bayonet wounds on their bodies, the blood loss was too much, and their physical strength was even weaker. However, the two of them still moved forward with difficulty, and the hands holding the guns trembled violently, as if The gun in your hand may fall at any time.

"Kill it."

The two let out a roar, and suddenly rushed forward with all their strength. Unfortunately, after only two steps, Wen Wanteng fell to the ground, and the gun in his hand flew a few meters away. Yang Jiaqi had to stop to help him, "Old Wan, you How about it?"

The little devils let out a roar of laughter, and shouted "trash, coward" and so on.

"How about it, can you still stand up?" Hayao Tada stepped forward with a command knife in his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to help Wen Wanteng, showing the good demeanor of a samurai.

At this moment, Wen Wanteng grabbed Tada Jun's right hand, suddenly violently threw Tada Jun to the ground, and Yang Jiaqi lit up his bayonet without hesitation, and stabbed him with his gun.

Two gunshots sounded, and Yang Jiaqi's gun was raised high in the air, with blood gushing from two blood holes in his chest. cigarette.

"Kill them, hurry up." With a sudden roar, the little devils who had just woken up came forward with their guns in their hands, and several bayonets were inserted into Yang Jiaqi's chest almost at the same time.

On the ground, Hayao Tada howled like a pig, and the little devils managed to separate the two, only to find that Hayao Tada's face was covered with blood, and there was an obvious hole between his eyes and mouth, which was bubbling out. There was blood, and the whole nose was gone.

Look at Wen Wanteng again, with an evil smile on his face, chewing his mouth continuously, and his mouth is full of blood foam.

"Bageyalu." A little devil chief yelled, and stabbed Wen Wanteng's lower abdomen with a sharp command knife. When he pulled out the command knife, a stream of blood spattered, and the little devil chief's face and body were crimson.

Wen Wanteng didn't have the slightest bit of pain on his face, as if the knife hadn't stabbed him, he was still chewing hard, rolling his throat, trying to swallow what was in his mouth, suddenly laughed up to the sky, and then muttered: "Burning with anger, leaning on the railing to rest in the rain. Looking up, looking up to the sky and screaming, with a strong heart. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of road clouds and moons. Don't wait for the boy's head to turn white, empty sorrow..."

Then, the voice of Yang Jiaqi also sounded, although it was weak, but still clear, the two said in unison: "The shame of Jingkang is still unresolved, and the hatred of the courtiers, when will it be destroyed! Drive a long car to break through the gap in Helan Mountain. The ambition is to eat the meat of the Hulu. Laughing and talking about drinking the blood of the Xiongnu. Waiting to clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning, facing the sky... Hahaha...hahaha..."

A piece of "Manjianghong" was chanted by the two of them so soul-stirringly, but they died of laughter in the end.

From the beginning to the end, the little devil did not shoot at them again, and no one continued to step forward to check whether they were still breathing. Everyone quietly exited here, even the tanks went backwards.

In the darkness of dawn, a piece of "Manjianghong" floats in the sky, lingers for a long time, flies far away, floats to Incheon, floats across the Yellow Sea, and floats to the hearts of every Chinese in the land of China.

Manjianghong... Manjianghong, the soul of the Chinese people.

"Sector, chief of staff... where are you?"

About half an hour later, chaotic shouts sounded over the city, and the voices got closer and clearer.

"Boom boom... boom boom boom".

There was a sudden rhythmic knocking sound in the small courtyard that was already silent.

Soon someone followed the sound, and soon someone found the bodies of Yang Jiaqi, Wen Wanteng and a group of soldiers in the yard, and there were screams and howls.

Several seriously wounded were also carried out of the small building, weeping sadly about what had just happened.

There was a wailing in the courtyard, and then a clamor of vengeance.

The enemy did not wipe out Qing 213 Division. After the troops were broken into pieces, they disappeared into the vast buildings of the city. The enemy's superior weapons could not be used normally. It was quite miserable. If it weren't for the impact of the shortage of ammunition, there would be no conclusion on who would win and who would win in the end of this battle.

As for Yang Jiaqi and the others, they also met the enemy's wing-level team. They didn't want to bring this group of enemies to the 746 regiment behind them, so they have been carrying the enemy's crazy attack all the time, which led to the current situation. The entire 747 The regiment, including a battalion remaining on the Han River, was almost entirely killed.