Chapter 578: 578
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Zhou Heng's face is bloodless and falls to the ground. He looks around in panic. What about Lin Zeyu? That's the captain. You can't die! When he dies, the team's morale is gone!
The players all turned pale.
It's a random hit. It's terrible.
Two hundred meters apart, the tank was smashed with a slap, with the lives of more than a dozen fighters.
Plus tanks, planes
Is it possible to stop Japanese troops of this scale for two hours?
The situation is desperate.
Zhou Heng is biting his teeth, tearing away the sand around him, and finally listening to a dull hum.
Still alive! Zhou Heng is so happy that he runs to pull the man out. He only sees Lin Zeyu frowning deeply, as if he is enduring something. Zhou Heng is suddenly stunned and feels cold on his back.
"Captain, your hand..."
Lin Zeyu's left hand was bloody and his whole arm was smashed by the inborn inner force.
No matter how advanced the modern medical technology is, it can't turn the broken meat into the palm of the hand. Even if it is transplanted, it will waste most of his life.
"Nothing." Lin Zeyu didn't care.
Then he realized that he was really grown up.
A few days ago, if he broke his arm, he would definitely collapse. But Lin Zeyu could not help but think of the figure of the man walking towards the Japanese army with his back to the fire. Lin Zeyu felt that the instructor's talent must be higher than him, and much higher.
When the nuclear bomb fell on his head, the despair must be dozens of times stronger than himself, right?
Lin Zeyu stares at the sky with bloodshot eyes -- the shadow of Daoben Sanshi.
He vowed that as long as he could survive today, he would redouble his efforts until he was born.
Whoosh -
suddenly, there was a rapid sound like the buzzing sound of mosquitoes, and scattered firelights shot out from the missile cabin of the aircraft.
Everyone was stunned and thrilled.
Lin Zeyu looked anxiously at the fire.
Is the Japanese army finally determined to launch missiles?
What are the targets of the first round?
They all thought it was the trench where the 75th regiment camp was.
Now more than 60% of the soldiers are there, but when Lin Zeyu looks at them, he feels a chill in his heart.
Lin Zeyu miscalculated the cruelty and cunning of the Japanese army. They were playing the edge ball.
The target of the missile is not soldiers in the trenches, but empty camps.
The red flag was flying on the pole.
In many ancient historical records, the first thing you do when you enter the general's camp is to break the enemy flag and shout, "your boss has been killed by me. Surrender quickly." this is the same principle in the defeated 75 regiment.
No one feels that he can complete the task, and failure is certain. At this time, the symbolic flag behind him will be broken again, and the morale will collapse completely.
Japan can also solemnly explain that the missile was fired by mistake. The reason is very simple. It didn't hurt any Chinese soldiers. It just hit an unimportant building and a flag.
If China angrily uses airplanes and missiles, it will become their first choice and will be denounced by public opinion in the world.
Zhou Heng's eyes are full of blood. In the huge fire generated by the missile explosion, the bright red flag also turned into ashes and fell.
The main account of the 75th regiment, the canteen and the playground where people usually eat are all engulfed by the fire.
"I'm not his grandmother!" Zhou Heng roared angrily.
With the destruction of the camp and the fall of the flag, every soldier's eyes darkened and the hand holding the gun lost its strength.
In the deserted desert, even the flag is gone, for whom? Guard the sand more than 20 kilometers behind you, even without personal shadow?
There are also people who are greedy of life and fear of death secretly thinking: if they surrender now, the Japanese might abide by the Geneva Convention and have a way to live.
Many people in their mid-20s have families and maybe children. No one would want to die in vain if it was not a last resort.
In the trenches, Lu Xingzhi was disheartened.
He pulled his mouth and roared to cheer up the soldiers. As long as he persisted for a while, reinforcements would arrive and they would launch a counter attack!
But these words are very pale in front of tanks and artillery. If Lu Xingzhi stands on a missile car and roars with a big horn, it may be persuasive.
Lu Xingzhi's blood cooled a little when he looked at the expression of the people's frustration and loss.
It's over. This time, Lu Xingzhi can't help thinking about it.
He suddenly felt a little tired. Although Lu Xingzhi loved money as much as he could, he really felt that the 75th regiment had done its best this time.
It's extraordinary to stop a Japanese United team with nearly 5000 players for half an hour!
It's a myth that the two hours the military headquarters came down to stick to orders. They misjudged the strength and determination of the Japanese army.
"Forget it, love me." Lu Xingzhi lay in the trench and rolled up a dry cigarette.At this time, he was surprised to see commander Ding groping for something in a big bag.
After a while, commander Ding took a piece of red cloth in his arms and was climbing outside the trench.
"What are you thinking, old man, going out to die?" Lu Xingzhi almost instantly understood what commander Ding wanted to do. He wanted to pull the flagpole and raise the flag!
What a crazy idea!
Surrounded by tanks, planes and cannons, a defeated general goes to raise the flag. What's the point? Lu Xingzhi thinks that you can win when you rise up?
If I can, I'll go too. You don't need to fight in person!
Lu Xingzhi grabs head Ding's shoulder and wants to pull him back.
"Let go of me." Commander Ding frowned at Lu Xingzhi, "I don't want to wait for Lao Fang to come. What I see is the ruins of the 75th regiment and a group of burnt and blackened defeated soldiers."
Lu Xingzhi scratched his scalp and said helplessly: "I understand, but Lao Ding, it's useless for you to go! You pull up the flag, we can win? Stop dreaming, will you? "
"Fart, who didn't understand?" Commander Ding glared at him angrily, and then pointed to the tanks in front of him: "it's also dead in the trench, it's also dead to pull the flagpole."
"Why don't I pull the flagpole?"
Commander Ding looked righteous and upright.
Lu Xingzhi was stunned.
It's like That's the truth.
Although the mission is certain to fail, there is no choice, but at least you can choose your own way to die; you can be a coke in a trench, or a hero pulling a flagpole.
Lu Xingzhi can't judge the pros and cons, but he knows that the one who pulls the flagpole must be the first-class martyr. He is also praised by reporters. The most one in the trench is the second-class martyr.
"Lao Ding, I'll go too!" Lu Xingzhi is biting his teeth.
He also has his wife and children. The first-class martyrs have more money to subsidize. This reason is very realistic.
"OK, together." Head Ding grinned, which made Lu Xingzhi have the illusion that he was looking at Jing Ke, who was easy to get cold.
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Zhou Heng's face is bloodless and falls to the ground. He looks around in panic. What about Lin Zeyu? That's the captain. You can't die! When he dies, the team's morale is gone!
The players all turned pale.
It's a random hit. It's terrible.
Two hundred meters apart, the tank was smashed with a slap, with the lives of more than a dozen fighters.
Plus tanks, planes
Is it possible to stop Japanese troops of this scale for two hours?
The situation is desperate.
Zhou Heng is biting his teeth, tearing away the sand around him, and finally listening to a dull hum.
Still alive! Zhou Heng is so happy that he runs to pull the man out. He only sees Lin Zeyu frowning deeply, as if he is enduring something. Zhou Heng is suddenly stunned and feels cold on his back.
"Captain, your hand..."
Lin Zeyu's left hand was bloody and his whole arm was smashed by the inborn inner force.
No matter how advanced the modern medical technology is, it can't turn the broken meat into the palm of the hand. Even if it is transplanted, it will waste most of his life.
"Nothing." Lin Zeyu didn't care.
Then he realized that he was really grown up.
A few days ago, if he broke his arm, he would definitely collapse. But Lin Zeyu could not help but think of the figure of the man walking towards the Japanese army with his back to the fire. Lin Zeyu felt that the instructor's talent must be higher than him, and much higher.
When the nuclear bomb fell on his head, the despair must be dozens of times stronger than himself, right?
Lin Zeyu stares at the sky with bloodshot eyes -- the shadow of Daoben Sanshi.
He vowed that as long as he could survive today, he would redouble his efforts until he was born.
Whoosh -
suddenly, there was a rapid sound like the buzzing sound of mosquitoes, and scattered firelights shot out from the missile cabin of the aircraft.
Everyone was stunned and thrilled.
Lin Zeyu looked anxiously at the fire.
Is the Japanese army finally determined to launch missiles?
What are the targets of the first round?
They all thought it was the trench where the 75th regiment camp was.
Now more than 60% of the soldiers are there, but when Lin Zeyu looks at them, he feels a chill in his heart.
Lin Zeyu miscalculated the cruelty and cunning of the Japanese army. They were playing the edge ball.
The target of the missile is not soldiers in the trenches, but empty camps.
The red flag was flying on the pole.
In many ancient historical records, the first thing you do when you enter the general's camp is to break the enemy flag and shout, "your boss has been killed by me. Surrender quickly." this is the same principle in the defeated 75 regiment.
No one feels that he can complete the task, and failure is certain. At this time, the symbolic flag behind him will be broken again, and the morale will collapse completely.
Japan can also solemnly explain that the missile was fired by mistake. The reason is very simple. It didn't hurt any Chinese soldiers. It just hit an unimportant building and a flag.
If China angrily uses airplanes and missiles, it will become their first choice and will be denounced by public opinion in the world.
Zhou Heng's eyes are full of blood. In the huge fire generated by the missile explosion, the bright red flag also turned into ashes and fell.
The main account of the 75th regiment, the canteen and the playground where people usually eat are all engulfed by the fire.
"I'm not his grandmother!" Zhou Heng roared angrily.
With the destruction of the camp and the fall of the flag, every soldier's eyes darkened and the hand holding the gun lost its strength.
In the deserted desert, even the flag is gone, for whom? Guard the sand more than 20 kilometers behind you, even without personal shadow?
There are also people who are greedy of life and fear of death secretly thinking: if they surrender now, the Japanese might abide by the Geneva Convention and have a way to live.
Many people in their mid-20s have families and maybe children. No one would want to die in vain if it was not a last resort.
In the trenches, Lu Xingzhi was disheartened.
He pulled his mouth and roared to cheer up the soldiers. As long as he persisted for a while, reinforcements would arrive and they would launch a counter attack!
But these words are very pale in front of tanks and artillery. If Lu Xingzhi stands on a missile car and roars with a big horn, it may be persuasive.
Lu Xingzhi's blood cooled a little when he looked at the expression of the people's frustration and loss.
It's over. This time, Lu Xingzhi can't help thinking about it.
He suddenly felt a little tired. Although Lu Xingzhi loved money as much as he could, he really felt that the 75th regiment had done its best this time.
It's extraordinary to stop a Japanese United team with nearly 5000 players for half an hour!
It's a myth that the two hours the military headquarters came down to stick to orders. They misjudged the strength and determination of the Japanese army.
"Forget it, love me." Lu Xingzhi lay in the trench and rolled up a dry cigarette.At this time, he was surprised to see commander Ding groping for something in a big bag.
After a while, commander Ding took a piece of red cloth in his arms and was climbing outside the trench.
"What are you thinking, old man, going out to die?" Lu Xingzhi almost instantly understood what commander Ding wanted to do. He wanted to pull the flagpole and raise the flag!
What a crazy idea!
Surrounded by tanks, planes and cannons, a defeated general goes to raise the flag. What's the point? Lu Xingzhi thinks that you can win when you rise up?
If I can, I'll go too. You don't need to fight in person!
Lu Xingzhi grabs head Ding's shoulder and wants to pull him back.
"Let go of me." Commander Ding frowned at Lu Xingzhi, "I don't want to wait for Lao Fang to come. What I see is the ruins of the 75th regiment and a group of burnt and blackened defeated soldiers."
Lu Xingzhi scratched his scalp and said helplessly: "I understand, but Lao Ding, it's useless for you to go! You pull up the flag, we can win? Stop dreaming, will you? "
"Fart, who didn't understand?" Commander Ding glared at him angrily, and then pointed to the tanks in front of him: "it's also dead in the trench, it's also dead to pull the flagpole."
"Why don't I pull the flagpole?"
Commander Ding looked righteous and upright.
Lu Xingzhi was stunned.
It's like That's the truth.
Although the mission is certain to fail, there is no choice, but at least you can choose your own way to die; you can be a coke in a trench, or a hero pulling a flagpole.
Lu Xingzhi can't judge the pros and cons, but he knows that the one who pulls the flagpole must be the first-class martyr. He is also praised by reporters. The most one in the trench is the second-class martyr.
"Lao Ding, I'll go too!" Lu Xingzhi is biting his teeth.
He also has his wife and children. The first-class martyrs have more money to subsidize. This reason is very realistic.
"OK, together." Head Ding grinned, which made Lu Xingzhi have the illusion that he was looking at Jing Ke, who was easy to get cold.
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Zhou Heng's face is bloodless and falls to the ground. He looks around in panic. What about Lin Zeyu? That's the captain. You can't die! When he dies, the team's morale is gone! The players all turned pale. It's a random hit. It's terrible. Two hundred meters apart, the tank was smashed with a slap, with the lives of more than a dozen fighters. Plus tanks, planes Is it possible to stop Japanese troops of this scale for two hours? The situation is desperate. Zhou Heng is biting his teeth, tearing away the sand around him, and finally listening to a dull hum. Still alive! Zhou Heng is so happy that he runs to pull the man out. He only sees Lin Zeyu frowning deeply, as if he is enduring something. Zhou Heng is suddenly stunned and feels cold on his back. "Captain, your hand..." Lin Zeyu's left hand was bloody and his whole arm was smashed by the inborn inner force. No matter how advanced the modern medical technology is, it can't turn the broken meat into the palm of the hand. Even if it is transplanted, it will waste most of his life. "Nothing." Lin Zeyu didn't care. Then he realized that he was really grown up. A few days ago, if he broke his arm, he would definitely collapse. But Lin Zeyu could not help but think of the figure of the man walking towards the Japanese army with his back to the fire. Lin Zeyu felt that the instructor's talent must be higher than him, and much higher. When the nuclear bomb fell on his head, the despair must be dozens of times stronger than himself, right? Lin Zeyu stares at the sky with bloodshot eyes -- the shadow of Daoben Sanshi. He vowed that as long as he could survive today, he would redouble his efforts until he was born. Whoosh - suddenly, there was a rapid sound like the buzzing sound of mosquitoes, and scattered firelights shot out from the missile cabin of the aircraft. Everyone was stunned and thrilled. Lin Zeyu looked anxiously at the fire. Is the Japanese army finally determined to launch missiles? What are the targets of the first round? They all thought it was the trench where the 75th regiment camp was. Now more than 60% of the soldiers are there, but when Lin Zeyu looks at them, he feels a chill in his heart. Lin Zeyu miscalculated the cruelty and cunning of the Japanese army. They were playing the edge ball. The target of the missile is not soldiers in the trenches, but empty camps. The red flag was flying on the pole. In many ancient historical records, the first thing you do when you enter the general's camp is to break the enemy flag and shout, "your boss has been killed by me. Surrender quickly." this is the same principle in the defeated 75 regiment. No one feels that he can complete the task, and failure is certain. At this time, the symbolic flag behind him will be broken again, and the morale will collapse completely. Japan can also solemnly explain that the missile was fired by mistake. The reason is very simple. It didn't hurt any Chinese soldiers. It just hit an unimportant building and a flag. If China angrily uses airplanes and missiles, it will become their first choice and will be denounced by public opinion in the world. Zhou Heng's eyes are full of blood. In the huge fire generated by the missile explosion, the bright red flag also turned into ashes and fell. The main account of the 75th regiment, the canteen and the playground where people usually eat are all engulfed by the fire. "I'm not his grandmother!" Zhou Heng roared angrily. With the destruction of the camp and the fall of the flag, every soldier's eyes darkened and the hand holding the gun lost its strength. In the deserted desert, even the flag is gone, for whom? Guard the sand more than 20 kilometers behind you, even without personal shadow? There are also people who are greedy of life and fear of death secretly thinking: if they surrender now, the Japanese might abide by the Geneva Convention and have a way to live. Many people in their mid-20s have families and maybe children. No one would want to die in vain if it was not a last resort. In the trenches, Lu Xingzhi was disheartened. He pulled his mouth and roared to cheer up the soldiers. As long as he persisted for a while, reinforcements would arrive and they would launch a counter attack! But these words are very pale in front of tanks and artillery. If Lu Xingzhi stands on a missile car and roars with a big horn, it may be persuasive. Lu Xingzhi's blood cooled a little when he looked at the expression of the people's frustration and loss. It's over. This time, Lu Xingzhi can't help thinking about it. He suddenly felt a little tired. Although Lu Xingzhi loved money as much as he could, he really felt that the 75th regiment had done its best this time. It's extraordinary to stop a Japanese United team with nearly 5000 players for half an hour! It's a myth that the two hours the military headquarters came down to stick to orders. They misjudged the strength and determination of the Japanese army. "Forget it, love me." Lu Xingzhi lay in the trench and rolled up a dry cigarette.At this time, he was surprised to see commander Ding groping for something in a big bag. After a while, commander Ding took a piece of red cloth in his arms and was climbing outside the trench. "What are you thinking, old man, going out to die?" Lu Xingzhi almost instantly understood what commander Ding wanted to do. He wanted to pull the flagpole and raise the flag! What a crazy idea! Surrounded by tanks, planes and cannons, a defeated general goes to raise the flag. What's the point? Lu Xingzhi thinks that you can win when you rise up? If I can, I'll go too. You don't need to fight in person! Lu Xingzhi grabs head Ding's shoulder and wants to pull him back. "Let go of me." Commander Ding frowned at Lu Xingzhi, "I don't want to wait for Lao Fang to come. What I see is the ruins of the 75th regiment and a group of burnt and blackened defeated soldiers." Lu Xingzhi scratched his scalp and said helplessly: "I understand, but Lao Ding, it's useless for you to go! You pull up the flag, we can win? Stop dreaming, will you? " "Fart, who didn't understand?" Commander Ding glared at him angrily, and then pointed to the tanks in front of him: "it's also dead in the trench, it's also dead to pull the flagpole." "Why don't I pull the flagpole?" Commander Ding looked righteous and upright. Lu Xingzhi was stunned. It's like That's the truth. Although the mission is certain to fail, there is no choice, but at least you can choose your own way to die; you can be a coke in a trench, or a hero pulling a flagpole. Lu Xingzhi can't judge the pros and cons, but he knows that the one who pulls the flagpole must be the first-class martyr. He is also praised by reporters. The most one in the trench is the second-class martyr. "Lao Ding, I'll go too!" Lu Xingzhi is biting his teeth. He also has his wife and children. The first-class martyrs have more money to subsidize. This reason is very realistic. "OK, together." Head Ding grinned, which made Lu Xingzhi have the illusion that he was looking at Jing Ke, who was easy to get cold. www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
