October 25, 1937, Songhu battlefield.
In the dense reed marsh, a group of people wearing black security uniforms were walking chaotically.
Some of them were holding big knives in their hands to clear the way, and some were carrying old sleeves with smooth rifling on their backs. They seemed to be marching in a hurry, but in fact everyone was panicking in their hearts.
Hubei's security group is not even a motley crew. Just like in the movie. They were just here to collect the bodies.
Dragon Boat Festival walked alone, expressionless.
He is not from this world. He was originally a member of Lao A, the strongest special force in the Xia Kingdom, but he didn't want to stay up late and watch "The Eight Hundred" three times before traveling through time.
When he woke up again, he saw his anxious uncle Lao Hulu, and the little Hubei who had always regarded him as a great hero.
Dragon Boat Festival didn't know why, but she was a little more excited.
He did not expect that as a soldier, he would be able to travel through that war-torn era, kill the Japanese bandits who invaded our borders, and promote our great country.
However, the people around him were indeed not soldiers. The security regiment was not even a third-rate unit. It often suffered defeats when fighting bandits, let alone fighting well-trained Japanese troops.
Encountering a small group of Japanese cavalry, a security group of more than 300 people were chased by several Japanese soldiers and fled like rabbits. Later, he was caught by the gendarmerie and executed as a deserter.
How to fight with such a group of people?
Faced with such a situation, even the special forces who have experienced hundreds of battles are helpless.
"Duanwu, be careful when you get to the city. This place is no better than our home. If you see bullets, hide away. If you die, how can I have the nerve to go back to see your father and your mother?"
At this moment, Lao Hulu was chattering in Duanwu's ear, and beside him was the little Hubei who was less than 1.4 meters tall.
Xiao Hubei raised his face, his eyes full of admiration.
"kindness!"
Duanwu responded subconsciously, and in front of his eyes he vaguely saw the young man squatting on the ground shivering when the Japanese cavalry attacked. There was also Lao Hulu who was caught and hanged alive by the Japanese army.
They were not soldiers, just farmers who took up arms.
Such a group of stragglers were forcibly gathered, and they were probably just sent to make up the numbers.
But Dragon Boat Festival didn't mean to look down on any of them. Because they have not yet aroused their fighting spirit and awakened the bloody spirit of the Chinese nation.
Lao Hulu would rather die than give in. Xiao Hubei resolutely gave up the opportunity to leave at the last moment, and rushed towards the Japanese in a suicidal manner with a group of people who had been previously identified as deserters.
Duanwu watched this scene of the plot twice.
He couldn't let that scene in the movie happen again. He wanted to save more people, and he couldn't allow the suicidal bridge crossing to happen again.
As a soldier, even if the enemy invades with thousands of troops and horses, you must never take a step back.
Crossing the bridge and retreating into the concession is desertion, and it is a needless death.
"Look, we're here!"
At this moment, a member of the security team shouted loudly.
Everyone looked for a place to go, only to see that the urban high-rises they had longed for had been razed to the ground, and what was left was only devastation.
There were ruins everywhere, and the charred corpses in the collapsed buildings scared some timid people, shrinking their necks and not daring to look directly.
Crows were circling overhead, and the head of the security group was shouting and gathering the team. He also complained that he couldn't see the defenders or even the gendarmerie when they arrived at the predetermined location.
At this time, Duanwu was holding the old sleeve and was about to investigate. Unexpectedly, a stupid young man ran up first and discovered the existence of the Japanese.
"Devil! Devil!"
Leng Touqing shouted loudly, alerting the Japanese cavalry who were offering sacrifices and burning their own corpses.
These Japanese soldiers did not take Chinese soldiers seriously at all. They shouted "Chinese soldiers", then mounted their horses one after another, waving their sabers to kill in the direction of the security group.
The security team was already panicking before they saw the Japs. They were running around like a flock of frightened sheep.
When seeing this scene, Duanwu frowned. Just a dozen Japanese cavalrymen scared the security group of more than 300 people into such a bear-like state. He really had enough.
"The little devil is here, Dragon Boat Festival, come and hide quickly!"
The old gourd pulled up and scared little Hubei to death, calling for the Dragon Boat Festival. Instead, Duanwu was thinking about how to arouse the fighting spirit of these sheep.
They had no will to fight at all, running around, being knocked away by the rapidly attacking horses, decapitated by the Japanese sabers, and their bodies fell to the ground.
This is a one-sided war. It was a battle between a few wolves that broke into the flock.
The corpses of his compatriots fell into a pool of blood one by one, making Duanwu angry.
"Little devil!"
Dragon Boat Festival let out an angry roar, and shot the little devil from the front of the old sleeve in his hand.
The rifling of the old barrel was smoothed. Dragon Boat Festival aimed at the opponent's chest, but he didn't want to hit the kid's stomach.
The little devil fell off his horse, but he was still alive and howling in pain.
Duan Wu strode over and smashed the opponent's head with the butt of his gun.
When the Japs not far away saw this scene, they angrily gave up on killing other enemies, and instead roared and rushed towards Dragon Boat Festival.
During the Dragon Boat Festival, he picked up the saber dropped by the Japanese on the ground and got on his horse!
The war horse neighed, and this sharp neigh attracted countless security regiment soldiers to turn around.
At this moment, the war horse stood up. Duanwu held the rein in one hand and the sword in the other and rushed towards the Japanese cavalry like a god.
"Then, isn't that Lao Hulu's nephew Duan Wu?"
"What about the saber and the war horse?"
"Japanese, look at a Jaap dead!"
"How did he do that?"
"God will descend to earth, God will descend to earth. Do you still remember? Just three days ago, we were walking during the Dragon Boat Festival. As we were walking, we suddenly fainted?"
"So that's it. When I woke up at Dragon Boat Festival, I became taciturn."
"Incomparably brave, I don't know which god has descended to earth!"
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puff!
Just when everyone was shocked, Duan Wu killed another Japanese cavalryman off his horse with a single blow.
The Japanese was cut in half and half of his body fell to the ground, but he was still able to move.
This scene shocked everyone again. They stopped running and even felt that the little devil was not scary. Dragon Boat Festival killed two of them casually.
"What are you guys doing standing there in a daze? Use your gun to fight the little devil!"
Lao Hulu roared at this time, but in fact he was also panicking in his heart. The hand holding the gun was shaking, but he fired a shot in the direction of the little devil.
Dragon Boat Festival is his nephew, and he cannot watch his nephew suffer. Otherwise, at this time, he would never yell like that and shoot at the little devil.
The rest of the people followed suit. But for some reason, their hands were shaking so much that some of them couldn't even pull the bolt of their guns. They could only watch helplessly as the three Japanese cavalry turned their horses and rushed towards the Dragon Boat Festival! ...
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