"We want to join the army! We want to join the army!"
"Sir, will you accept us?"
"Sir, we want to join the army!..."
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In the roar of the Dragon Boat Festival, the unyielding will of the Chinese nation roared out.
The people wanted to serve as soldiers, but the British soldiers and military police formed a human wall to stop these people.
Because the British Concession had an agreement with the Japanese, they could not help the Chinese soldiers, let alone provide them with any supplies, not even a grain of salt. So let alone the soldiers.
Naturally, not everyone will be accepted into the Dragon Boat Festival. A group of students are clamoring to become soldiers, which is absolutely not acceptable. They have never been to the battlefield or touched a gun. Without even the necessary training, he would die in vain on the battlefield.
"Eighty-eighth Division, Independent Regiment Recruitment: Anyone who has no sick parents at home! Anyone who is not an only child! Anyone who can hold a gun! Anyone who is not afraid of the dead, and who is over 18 years old can join the army!"
The Dragon Boat Festival roared loudly towards the south bank.
"Li Dazhuang, a native of Jinan, Shandong, is twenty-eight years old. There are five brothers in the family. Someone takes care of me!"
Plop!
A Shandong man wearing a dockworker's uniform cupped his fists at Dragon Boat Festival Yibao on the other side of the river, then threw off his hat and jumped into the water.
"Shanghai native, Zhou Li, 22 years old, physical education teacher, can shoot!..."
Plop!
"Tang Weizhong is from Hebei. He is forty-three years old. His parents died young. He knows how to shoot. ..."
"Sun Quan is from Henan, forty-five years old,...can shoot,..."
"Hubei people,..."
"Shaanxi people,..."
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The people jumped into the river one by one and swam towards the north bank.
The British soldiers roared: "Come back, come back all of us, or we will shoot!"
chug! Chuchuchu! ...
The British soldiers were about to start shooting, but the sound of machine guns was already heard from the north bank.
Sun Shiyu held a little devil's crooked handle and kept shooting into the air until all the bullets were gone.
The British soldiers were immediately shocked.
This is a group of guys who even defeated the Japanese. Not one of them was afraid of death. Otherwise, they wouldn’t all stay on the North Shore.
Facing such a group of people, the British soldier finally left angrily without even saying harsh words.
The people on the south bank cheered, and their enthusiasm for joining the army became even higher.
But the conditions were too harsh and many people did not meet the requirements of the Dragon Boat Festival. In the end, only 150 people joined the independent group.
"Bros!"
"have!"
Amidst the roar of the Dragon Boat Festival, all the people lined up in a row answered loudly like the veterans.
"I hope you can understand that war is not a playground, and Sihang Warehouse is not your paradise.
There is always a danger of death here. So I want to ask you, are you ready? "
"Ready! Ready!"
Everyone said in unison, and at this time, the Dragon Boat Festival ordered Lao Abacus to come out.
Old Abacus took out the roster and read loudly: "Li Dazhuang is out."
"arrive!"
"Li Dazhuang, how many soldiers are you in the Independent Regiment of the 88th Division?"
"I am the 809th soldier of the 88th Division Independent Regiment. I am willing to take over the gun of my predecessors, defend our country, and defend the dignity of our Chinese soldiers!"
Li Dazhuang answered loudly with a tune that was an octave higher.
Old Abacus yelled: "Very good, now please bury your senior and take over the gun he used."
"yes!"
Li Dazhuang answered loudly, then ran to Lao Hulu's body, stood at attention and saluted: "Senior, the 809th Soldier of the 88th Division Independent Regiment, I salute you. I will uphold your legacy and go into battle to kill the enemy!" Don’t take a step back! Keep going all the way, senior!”
After that, Li Dazhuang began to fill in the soil.
At this time, Lao Abacus loudly said again: "Zhou Li, who is the soldier of the Independent Regiment of the 88th Division?"
"I am the 810th soldier of the 88th Division. I will carry out the legacy of my predecessors and go into battle to kill the enemy!..."
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The recruits roared one by one, and each one sadly buried the comrades they had never met.
They took over the steel guns once used by the martyrs, lined up in two horizontal lines again, and were lectured by the Dragon Boat Festival:
"Join the 88th Division Independent Regiment and use the best guns. Use whatever the little devils use!"
For food, you eat the best. Whatever the little devil eats, you eat it!
You have artillery cover, and you have the strongest four-row warehouse as a fortress!
So I hope that you are also the best and the best! Do you understand? "
"understand!......"
"Then use your guns and salute the heroes!"
boom! boom! boom! ...
Amidst the roar of the Dragon Boat Festival, the newly joined soldiers fired into the air to see off their dead comrades.
"All of you! Salute to the heroes who died in battle!"
In the roar of the Dragon Boat Festival, all soldiers, whether new or old, saluted the fallen martyrs.
The people on the south bank all took off their hats, leaned forward and bowed, and commemorated the fallen heroes together with the soldiers of the independent regiment.
At this moment, the north and south sides were extremely solemn. Thousands of people were present and a pin drop could be heard.
They are all remembering the heroes who died for China, for the nation, and for all of them!
"After the ceremony, everyone, please return to your fighting posts. The Japanese may counterattack at any time! Do you understand?"
"clear!"
"Louder, I didn't hear you!"
"understand!"
Amidst the roar of the Dragon Boat Festival, all the soldiers of the independent regiment returned to Sihang Warehouse again under the gaze of the people on the south bank. More than a hundred graves of martyrs were left alone.
The people on the south bank stared at the tomb and were unwilling to leave for a long time. Many people held on to the railings along the bank and cried bitterly.
They were crying for the martyrs who died on the battlefield, but at the same time, they were also crying for the Chinese land that was riddled with holes under the iron hoof of the Japanese invaders.
They cried, they were angry, they even roared loudly! ...
"Oh my God, this is so shocking. I'm so lucky to have captured this."
John Blufen, a reporter from a major British weekly newspaper, seemed very excited. Because he captured very precious images.
The assistant on the side, Miss Yan Zhonghui, sighed: "If all our Chinese soldiers are so brave, why worry about not getting rid of the Japanese pirates!"
"Miss Yan, I know you are sad for your motherland, but what we are doing now is also helping your motherland. As long as we send these images and data back to the UK, I think the British Empire will not sit idly by and do nothing. .”
Blufen John said very confidently.
"Um"
Yan Zhonghui nodded, actually believing Blue Fen John's lies. How could a group of arrogant and unreasonable bandits really help China?
Ignorance made her step by step into the arms of an old British man! ...
