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"Chi, chi,..."

On the hillside, the naughty maroon horse kicked the ground with its front hooves and breathed stubbornly from its nose. Liang Laosi, who was riding the horse, watched the scene down the mountain with helpless eyes. His face sometimes turned red and sometimes turned white.

The hand holding the horse's rein was almost bleeding, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.

"Pull that guy over here and show them what our Chinese men are."

Liang Laosi shouted to the third master behind him. He looked down on the officers and soldiers from the bottom of his heart. In his opinion, those officers and soldiers were extremely incompetent except for bullying the common people. But now, those officers and soldiers who did not take a step back

But it completely changed his view. When he came to Lanshan, he happened to see the scene of shelling. At that moment, there was only one thought in his mind, run away, run as far as possible.

, but the next scene made Banxiang unable to recover.

After the shelling, those officers and soldiers who were lucky enough to survive not only did not retreat or escape, but...

"This is the real Chinese man"

When Ju Zheng and others were pulled over, Liang Laosi's face was full of contempt. He looked down on these people from the bottom of his heart. What are loyal ministers and what are traitors? The officers and soldiers at the foot of the mountain are China's loyal ministers. These people are

Nizi.

"The boss, we, we..."

The third master tried to say something, but after he finished speaking, he was blocked by the cold eyes of the first master. Looking at the battlefield where the mountain was deformed by the bombing, he knew that he was afraid that the first master was going to do something stupid again.

The scene at the foot of the mountain did not move Ju Zheng. He just glanced at it and then said nothing. However, several young people around him looked at the battlefield at the foot of the mountain with complicated expressions.

At this time, the sound of gunfire and the shouts of the enemy and our troops came from down the mountain. Liang Laosi, who seemed to have a ball of blood burning in his chest, looked at Ju Zheng and others with disdain, and then turned around.

He looked around at the more than 600 brothers behind him. They were all riding horses. In ancient times, the thieves in Shandong were famous. The reason why the thieves in Shandong were called thieves was because they gathered on horseback and dispersed on horseback.

These thieves and swordsmen who used to carry thieves with their heads pinned on their horses to make a living in the Qing Dynasty, wore various costumes, including mandarin jackets made of black earthen cloth, gray earthen cloth, silk robes, and even

Some were wearing huā clothes, but now they were all holding Chinese-style waist knives. They looked at the boss and no one said anything. Only a few of the more inferior horses neighed impatiently.

"Brothers, when we went up the mountain, I, Liang Laosi, patted my breasts and said something to everyone."

Liang Laosi's wrinkled face like tree bark showed a somewhat serious look.

"One day, whenever I have a chance, I, Mr. Liang, will definitely find a way out for you, so that you can live, have a wife and children who are hot on the kang, and can enter the ancestral graves after you die."

In Shandong, the hometown of saints, five things are emphasized here. These people who have always been bandits may seem to be carefree when they are alive, but they can return to their roots. They all know that if the grass falls, they want to bury their ancestors in their graves after death.

Just thinking about it, it is precisely because of this that these people will listen to the boss and seek a career. Only in this way can they turn bandits into soldiers.

Then Marshal Zhang of Fengtian Province, didn't he also come from a beard? He could be a division commander or a provincial governor, but couldn't this Shandong thieves find a good background and make his wealth clear?

"But it's hard to find a family background. More than ten years ago, during the boxing party, we men wanted to find a family background and fight against the senior brothers. But when we went on and on, we could only kill us Chinese and burn our own houses.

, we didn’t do anything bad, but later our background was in decline, and the government wanted to arrest us, but we fell into trouble again and became bandits..."

Mentioning old things, Liang Laosi's face full of troubles was full of bitterness. Luocao Xiao had been twenty years old. In these twenty years, the biggest thought in his heart was to find a career and make a good comeback.

After thinking about it, my son is almost 20 years old. If he can find a good family background, he can settle into an innocent family and find a good wife.

"Where you come from"

While sighing, he felt that the maroon horse under his crotch seemed a little impatient, so he reined in the horse.

"Finding a family background can help us and our children to be innocent, and then we can marry a daughter-in-law from an innocent family. In the past, we suffered from not having the chance to marry into an innocent family, but now, this opportunity is right under our noses. Here is

Everyone will see what happens, if..."

Looking around at the brothers behind him, Liang Laosi let go of his horse's reins, clasped his hands in a salute.

"Brothers, I, Liang Laosi, will not force me here. As the saying goes, wealth is found in danger. If that brother is willing to work with Liang Laosi to seek this wealth and this background, when the man rushes, follow him. If not

I hope Liang Laosi doesn’t blame him, we are not officers and soldiers, so we can’t force ourselves to do anything, but don’t forget..."

Looking at the brothers beside him who showed some timidity, he groaned slowly

"We are bandits, and they are also bandits of Greater China."

There was silence. After Liang Laosi finished speaking, no one on the hillside made a sound. Only the short horses, inferior or superior, neighed impatiently from time to time.

"Squeak, squeak..."

A burst of harsh laughter came from He Laoliu's mouth. He looked down the mountain with his small eyes that could not open wide, holding a ghost-headed knife tied with red silk in his hand.

"Head of the family, you have a son and I have a daughter-in-law. The father-in-law has fallen into disgrace, and the daughter-in-law's face is disgraceful. As a result, the eldest daughter-in-law still had his string renewed the year before last, but she still doesn't want to see her.

You son of a bitch, I will use this eight-and-a-half-pound head to find a career so that my daughter can raise her head and be a human being."

As he spoke, he raised the red silk knife in his hand and made two gestures.

"This knife used to be fed with the blood of ordinary people, and I felt panicked. Now I will let it drink the blood of Japanese devils."

"Come on, Mr. Liu, do you think you are the only one with a good temperament? We are not bad either."

The Third Master responded, and then there was a chorus of harmony all around.

"Master, you keep talking and anyone who frowns is not a human being."

"No, let's show others that we men from Shandong are also taught by saints."

"That's right, our village is full of famous men."

Listening to the brothers' responses, although a few brothers did not respond and instead took a few steps back, Liang Si cupped his fists and saluted.

"Okay, brothers, when we rush for a while, Liang Laosi and I are at the forefront. Whether we live or die, that is our fate. But if someone is married, Brother 2, you are here to hold the battle, and that brother comes with me."

If you dare to retreat after reaching the mountain, use him to light a sky lantern."

While talking, he glanced at Old 2, who didn't say a word from the beginning to the end. He knew what Old 2 was thinking, so naturally he didn't remember it.

"okay"

Ma Scarface responded and nodded.

"Brothers, those foreign devils have never looked at us seriously. Today, I will give them a little memory, let them remember whose territory this is, and let them see whether our Shandong thieves' sword is a man with a handle.

, rush down with me... eh... eh"

However, Liang Laosi did not rush down the hillside directly, but rushed down from the back of the hillside. Although he was vague and naive, he was not stupid. He rushed down the mountain, it was too conspicuous, and he might feed the Japanese devils before he rushed up.

The cannon on the warship.

"Damn you, I'm so obsessed with my little nose."

Seeing that the Japanese soldier had been thrust under his eyelids, and was stabbed with a grenade by a brother, the eyes of this group of Xiangtan boys turned red, and they roared with their local accents. A dozen riflemen first threw the grenades, and then jumped out and were almost stricken.

Trenches on flat ground. "Banzai Banzai"

Seeing that the Chinese army's defense line was about to be breached, when they saw the Chinese soldiers jumping out of the trenches with rifles with bayonets in hand, roars also came from the throats of the Japanese soldiers. At this time, everyone stopped their contempt.

"They are just a group of Chinese warriors."

When his subordinates launched a bayonet charge, looking at the Chinese troops jumping out of the trenches, Ju Jing couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration in his heart.

"It turns out that there are brave warriors in the Chinese army."

They must be killed to fulfill their courage. Jujing, who had respect for these Chinese soldiers, thought in his heart that even the "unwarrior" move of the Chinese soldiers with machine guns during the counterattack was not worth it.

Mentioned it.

"Kill"

Unprecedented roars resounded from the positions full of bomb craters. The soul-stirring roars almost blocked all sounds on the battlefield. Dozens of surviving officers and soldiers used this roar to vent their anger. Unwilling to accept it, there was also the final

He was terrified, but he waved his rifle with a bayonet without hesitation and rushed towards the Japanese soldiers who were just around the corner. At this time, there was no way to retreat.

Finally, amidst the shouts of the officers and soldiers on both sides, the yellow làngcháo and the làngcháo that had been turned into gray by the soil had the most violent impact head on. Everything happened in just a short moment, but the time was frozen.

Those Japanese soldiers who once contemptuously called the Chinese soldiers "Qing slaves" did not see the horror of the "Qing slaves" they imagined. Instead, they only saw the ferocious faces, the ferocious faces and the dirt on their faces.

Every enemy that jumped out of the trenches rushed up like the god of death tearing out from hell.

"Let the Chinese soldiers see the courage of the imperial army."

A Japanese soldier was thinking in his mind while stabbing his bayonet. A ferocious-looking Chinese soldier had already thrust his bayonet towards him. He was holding his rifle. When the two bayonets struck each other, he easily blocked the attack with his left hand and right hand thrust.

The assassination was very powerful, but the technique was very poor.

"Hi……"

With a deep cry, the bayonet sank into the lower abdomen of the Chinese soldier easily. When he thought he had easily defeated his opponent, the Chinese soldier who was supposed to be dead actually pushed the bayonet forward and rushed forward, completely ignoring that the bayonet had pierced his lower abdomen.

, while charging forward, the Chinese soldier roared loudly in pain, twisting his body to prevent the enemy's bayonet from coming out of his body.

At this moment, the Japanese soldier was stunned by his strange behavior. Seeing the ferocious face of this Chinese soldier who was fighting for his life, a smile suddenly appeared on his face. He twisted his body to prevent the enemy from chowing back the bayonet.

At the same time, he held his bayonet high and stabbed from top to bottom. The bayonet instantly sank into the chest of the Japanese soldier, and the bayonet reached the hilt.

Both men fell down, heavily on the soft ground. When the Japanese soldier fell, the gun was still stuck in his chest, and it was shaking with his increasingly weak breathing.

, and the Chinese soldier beside him, although his intestines were dragged all over the floor, there seemed to be a smile on his painful face, and he kept muttering words that no one could hear.

"Killing...one...is...enough...worth it...worth it..."

"My dear mother..."

"Disgrace your mother..."
To be continued...