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Even though Si Qingyan was far away, he could still hear the sound of the Charge.
That is the sound of suona.
Like the roar of a dying man, it is out of tune and out of tune. It becomes more and more sharp and high-pitched, and there is only a sad and desperate howl in the sky.
That sound almost breaks through the sky, ruthlessly tearing people's souls apart, just letting it rise and fall, rushing towards the unknown darkness.
Even those who have not participated in the war can't help but tremble all over and burst into tears when they hear such a voice.
This suona is like the long road of Xiongguan, which is as real as iron. It is the bow-backed Xia Ming sword shining on the frost. It is the full moon beside the new clouds on the western mountain. It is the strong man who will never return.
"kill¡ª¡ª"
The last remaining soldiers in Wancheng rushed towards the invading Japanese army.
Dragging the broken limbs and injured body, he once again faced the enemy's heavy blow.
Amidst the intensive sound of gunfire, the shouts of killing gradually fell silent, and the sound of the suona stopped abruptly.
The sound of grenades exploding kept ringing out, blood and flesh piled up on the ground, and blood flowed across the ground. His twitching limbs soon became cold and stagnant, and his wide-open eyes were fixed on the lone moon in the sky.
Why is there a war? How long will it last?
The country was lost and the entire army was killed. I wonder if the commander can survive?
When will our compatriots not be bullied, when will the wars stop, and when will there be peace and prosperity
¡°One day, I hope the commander can take a look for us
??The memories of the past are getting clearer and then gradually blurring. In this life, even if there are many regrets, I will never regret it.
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"¤¨¤¤¤¨¤¤¤ª¤¦!"
The horn of victory has sounded, and countless cheers have sounded.
On one side is deathly silence, on the other side is the joy after victory.
The broken flag on the city wall finally broke away from its original position, was lifted up by the strong wind, fell from the air, and covered a soldier below.
The moon and stars were sparse, Wancheng was defeated, the whole army fought to the death, and no one surrendered.
The night wind blows gently, and the blood is strong. On the wild land, many young lives close their eyes forever, with beautiful expectations for the future, reluctance to give up to the living, and the determination to never regret it. .
I would also like to sleep here with you, but at this time I cannot
Si Qingyan carried Si Qingheng on her back and looked back again.
???The fire of guns, beacons, and flesh and blood intertwined into a lament behind him.
He carried Si Qingheng on his back and walked steadily into the deeper night.
The church was not affected by the war, and the red roses bloomed quietly in the garden, but without the crisp birdsong at night, it seemed too quiet.
¡°Bang bang bang¡ª¡ª¡±
The priest slept very late and was praying to the statue. He heard someone knocking on the door outside. He hurriedly opened the door with a candlestick, poked his head in and closed the door again.
It¡¯s very scary.
There was a man with fierce eyes outside, and he was carrying another person who didn't know whether he was dead or alive. The two of them were covered in blood, and they looked like they had come down from the battlefield.
God knows what they want to do when they come in
¡°The soldiers in this country are generally hostile to outsiders. If they want to drag me with them to see God before they diethat would be really unlucky.
"We don't mean any harm." Si Qingyan knocked on the door again and explained in a low voice.
"You dropped blood on the lawn in my yard." The priest was a little dissatisfied and said:
"I won't" I'll let you in
Before the priest could finish speaking, the door was forced open by Si Qingyan.
¡°We need help, and it¡¯s best to have a place to hide.¡±
Si Qingyan held Si Qingheng with one hand and closed the door with her free hand.
"But what does this have to do with me?" said the priest.
He tried to take out a gun from his clothes, but his posture was a bit funny.
¡°Oh, this damn robe has no pockets.
"You need to calm down." Si Qingyan quickly loaded the gun and pointed the gun at the priest.
"Oh"
The priest raised his hands and cursed in his heart, who the hell can calm down?
"Look at this." Si Qingyan struggled to find the ring finger from his chest. Fortunately, this thing was very durable and did not break.
"What are youohSu"
The priest stared at the ring on Si Qingyan's hand, somewhat lost in thought.
He was caught by a group of bandits on the way to the East and was almost killed. It was Su who saved him.
&nbsnbsp;Of course Boss Su rejected him and talked about finger-wrestling.
Today, Stephen is no longer the passionate young man, but he cannot leave the country. There is still serious racial discrimination and cruel political struggles in his hometown. Instead of going back, it is better to stay in this ancient and remote town and awaken more lost lambs for God
It was another night, and Si Qingheng was finally able to sit up reluctantly.
The church is very high, located on the top bell tower, overlooking most of Wancheng.
He looked down, staring at the lights in trance.
At this time, Wancheng still had serious traces of the war, and there were Japanese soldiers patrolling in many places.
Si Qingheng looked at this night scene in silence, his vision gradually blurred. My chest was extremely dry, sour, bitter, spicy, and thousands of flavors came to my mind.
Si Qingyan stood next to him and heard the sound of water drops falling on the stone slab and breaking, drop by drop. The suppressed sobs came from the chest, from the heart, heart-breaking, and wrenching the liver and intestines.
Like a lone wolf in the wilderness, a crow in the cold wind.
There is no armor to protect oneself, no sword or spear to protect oneself.
He is crying.
But Si Qingyan couldn't say a word of comfort.
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Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or gave me the nutrient solution~
Thank you to the little angel who threw [Bazooka]: 1 passerby from the flower garden;
Thank you to the little angels who threw [Grenade]: Mo Yuesheng and Ye Yuchen 1;
Thanks to the little angels who threw [landmines]: killed 2 Lin Zhendong; 1 Jiuze;
Thank you to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:
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