In the dark night, Japanese soldiers caught up according to the telegraph signal. On the one hand, they are their own sons, on the other hand, they are unarmed people. Pink flares rose to the deep blue sky, and the telegram was pressed by the wind. Japanese soldiers turned around the team, turned to the direction of the telegram, and were surrounded by chasing their layout all night. Seeing only three people completely angered the Japanese commander-in-chief, so he turned on the engine and fired himself. The old, the weak and the sick got on the boat and went downstream to a safe place. The pregnant woman gave birth to a baby boy.
Once again, at the peak of the confrontation, the cavalry company all attacked. They rushed from the sorghum fields to the enemy positions in an orderly way, holding sharp knives and dazzling blades in their hands. In front of them, the cannon fired and the machine gun fired. The war horse fell, the soldiers died, and pairs of people rushed forward, never retreating, without hesitation. Such a scene is even more frightening! I fear their generations, and I am even more moved by their sacrifice for justice! Even if you are desperate for 100,000 heads, you must fight to the end and finally usher in the collapse of the entire Japanese army!