Chinese people often say "God will", just as foreigners often say "God", when coincidences cannot be explained, they will be called "God will" to deal with it. Even poverty, wealth, wind, rain, etc.

It is called the will of heaven by the people. God cannot disobey it, just like God rolls dice, you cannot know what time it is.

"Boom, boom, boom..." The shells kept exploding, stirring up large pieces of soil and large pieces of smoke and dust.

Yokoyama Keiji put down his telescope and smiled and said to the officers beside him: "The fortifications of the bandits are indeed very strong, but under the iron fist of the Imperial Army, there are no fortifications that cannot be broken and no fortifications that cannot be destroyed."

"Two deep trenches have been leveled. If you work harder, you can defeat the bandits and attack the mountain." A Japanese officer said excitedly: "I will cut off the bandits' heads with my own hands to avenge the soldiers of the imperial soldiers who died in Dushui Town.

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"Captain Ma, you have made great contributions, and the Imperial Army will reward you well." Hengshan turned to Ma Fucai and praised.

"Thank you for your praise," Ma Fucai complained in his heart, but had to pretend to be grateful.

Attacking mountains or filling ditches caused the puppet army to suffer a large number of casualties. They bombarded with cannons during the day and digged with people at night. But even at night, the Shenbiao team had a way to deal with it. A large number of grease-coated torches, rockets, and fireballs.

The puppet army holding shovels and picks were illuminated without any escape. Bullets and grenades ruthlessly knocked them to the ground and left their bodies behind. So far, the casualties of the puppet army have reached more than 300, and deserters have appeared

If it continues, Ma Fucai doesn't know if the soldiers will run away in large numbers or mutiny. The Japanese did too explicitly and did not treat the puppet troops as humans. The injured people cannot receive good treatment, so they lie down.

The camp was wailing with pain, which was even more severe to morale.

A breeze blew, and a light fog came over the horizon. The fog quickly became heavier and thicker, like layers of gray cotton wool covering the head.

"Is the sky going to change?" Yokoyama said in surprise.

The officers around them also asked each other with surprise eyes. A puppet army officer whispered to Ma Fucai: "It's going to snow heavily, it's a bad thing."

The small white feathers flew down like blown petals, and they fell down first, and then they flew together. The flowers became bigger and bigger, falling silently on their clothes and hats.

On it, it was stained on the eyebrows and face. There was nothing in the air, only layers of torn cotton balls.

"It's snowing." Hengshan frowned and wiped off the snow on his eyelashes. The snow disappeared and gathered again.

"It's really snowing." Yu Biao watched the snowflakes fall into his palms, turning into drops of water, and another snowflake pounced on him without hesitation.

"Blessed by the gods, this is God's will." Wang Xiaodao took off his hat and let the snowflakes fall on his head.

In the winter of 1942, outside the city of Stalingrad, the temperature dropped sharply, and Hitler's millions of soldiers encountered the century-old heavy snow in Stalingrad. In 1812, Napoleon attacked Russia, and also wanted to fight in the severe cold. When he withdrew from Russia, he was 600,000 troops.

Only more than 20,000 people were left.

In the dark, there is always a mysterious hand pulling everything in the world. Could it be that everything is in God's control, and nothing is accidental?

Yu Biao shook his head, and while throwing away the snow, he threw away these messy thoughts. No matter what, the heavy snow blocked the road, the Japanese went deep into the army, and the supplies were intercepted by themselves, and the enemy was already doomed.

He wiped his face, the coolness of the snow made him excited, and waved his arms to the neatly standing team and shouted: "The ancestors have spirits, the sky will destroy the Japanese invaders, advance, and kill the enemy."

"Go forward and kill the enemy!" One after another, gradually forming a huge sound echoing in the snow all over the sky.

"It's snowing." Lin Cunzhong tied the buttons on the neckline and stepped on the snow like goose-feather mattress, laughing loudly, "The sky destroys the Japanese invaders, the sky destroys the Japanese invaders."

In the valley, a company of soldiers lurked quietly, with snowflakes on their bodies and heads, watching their chief of staff laughing wildly.

"The army went deeper, the road was blocked with heavy snow, and the food was not maintained." Liang Moqing looked at the direction of Qilipu, shook his head and said to himself: "The devils are finished, even if they don't fight, they will be trapped to death."

"It's snowing." Zhang Sanmao and Yu Deshi looked at each other, and Zhang Sanmao grinned, "Our Shenbiao team is really tough, even God helps us."

The persistence over the past few days also cost the remaining troops a considerable price. More than 40 were killed and more than 60 were injured. There were less than two platoons able to fight with guns. The retreat was ready, and all personnel and supplies were

After retreating, I wanted to leave the enemy an empty village. Now that I have turned around, how can I not make the two of them feel extremely happy?

"Don't be too happy too early." Yu Deshi was more steady. He looked at the enemy at the foot of the mountain with a telescope and said, "The Japanese have retreated for the time being. We still can't relax. Be careful of sneak attacks at night."

"If you can't beat it, please withdraw." Zhang Sanmao said without raising his head, "I have thought about the slut, hehe, put on your wings and fly!"

"Your Excellency, Dushui Town has been in contact." The Japanese radio operator took the paper copying report: "The cavalry team had set off yesterday with supplies, and it is estimated that it has passed Lijia Village now."

Hengshan calculated the time slightly and calmed down a little. In this way, although it was difficult to walk on the road due to heavy snow, he should have arrived here the night after tomorrow. After the ammunition and medicines were replenished, he could attack again and attack up the mountain in one fell swoop.

He observed that although the bandits on the mountain had fortifications, there were many casualties. It was possible to judge the strength of the firepower.

"It's snowing." A puppet army wrapped the dirty blankets on the wounded, sighed and said, "Zhang Gou, Li Guang went to pick up firewood, and the fire will be warm."

The wounded soldier closed his eyes, tears flowed out from the corners of his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Sun, I'm not cold, I just feel heartbroken. The Japanese don't regard us as human beings, and those officials have no conscience."

"Fate, this is fate!" Brother Sun was a little older and honest and timid. He secretly lifted the curtain and looked out of the tent, and advised: "The world is as dark as crows, don't blame the sky, don't blame others, blame us.

If you are poor, you blame us for being in bad luck."

A creaking footsteps came, and the two puppet soldiers shrank their necks and ran in with two small bundles of firewood.
Chapter completed!