The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

Zhu Kan was at the Changlin regiment headquarters, happily waiting for the news of the victory in the siege from the front.

He sat in the tent with fine wine and delicious food in front of him, fantasizing about the glory and rewards after victory.

However, reality was like a loud slap in the face.

He watched helplessly as the Chanyu's troops retreated in a miserable state, and the anger in his heart was like a burning flame, instantly devouring his reason.

"Trash, they are all a bunch of trash!"

Zhu Kan's eyes widened with anger. He suddenly stood up and threw the wine glass in his hand to the ground. His roar resounded like thunder in the regiment headquarters.

Shanyu, Jiang Shi and others lowered their heads, their faces full of shame and helplessness.

The Chanyu defended himself:

"Captain, they are so cunning. We really didn't expect them."

His clothes were tattered and his face was covered in dust and blood.

Jiang Shi also quickly said:

"Yes, Captain, this is really unexpected. They suddenly appeared like ghosts."

They couldn't understand why the battle situation, which was originally on the verge of victory, changed so drastically overnight.

In fact, they were not incompetent, but Wang Yaxin's strategy was too ingenious, and Zhao Shao and others' actions were too swift and secretive, which caught them off guard. They could only fight hastily and eventually ended up in defeat.

Fortunately, they were lucky and managed to survive the hail of bullets.

On the side of the Peasant Corps, Zhao Shao and others returned from the battlefield dragging their exhausted bodies.

Their clothes were tattered and their bodies were covered in blood and dirt.

But there was no trace of joy after the victory.

Their faces were filled with solemnity and sadness, because the fighting in the past two days was too brutal and they paid a heavy price.

Those comrades who once fought and played with him on the training ground have now closed their eyes forever, and their cold bodies lie under the yellow earth stained with blood.

Wang Yaxin looked at the returning soldiers and felt extremely sad.

His eyes were red and his voice was hoarse as he said, "Carry the fallen comrades down and take good care of them."

The soldiers moved silently, their movements heavy and slow, as if they had used up all their strength every time they lifted the body of their comrade.

Zhao Shao mechanically helped others collect the bodies of his comrades.

His hands kept shaking and tears welled up in his eyes, but he tried hard not to let them fall.

The scene of training with his comrades on the training ground a few months ago kept appearing in his mind.

At that time, they were full of energy and vigor, and full of hope for the future.

Everyone ran and laughed together, their sweat fell on the land, leaving traces of youth.

But now, everything has come to nothing.

"why?

Why is war so cruel?"

Zhao Shao kept asking himself this question in his heart.

He knew very well that in this chaotic world, life was as fragile as an ant, but when such cruelty really happened to him, he still could not accept it.

Afterwards, Zhao Shaoqiang pulled himself together, looked at Liu San and the others with a determined gaze, and said:

"Liu San, you take the soldiers in your squad to participate in the protective work and construction. Be careful!"

He patted Liu San's shoulder, and Liu San nodded vigorously:

"Squad leader, don't worry!"

Zhao Shao looked at Liu San's young and tender face, and an inexplicable sense of responsibility surged in his heart.

He knew that these young soldiers were the future of the Peasant Corps and the hope of this land, and he had to protect them no matter what.

The soldiers began a new round of defense deployment, some carrying sandbags to reinforce the city walls.

They bent over, carrying heavy sandbags, and walked step by step with difficulty, their backs soaked with sweat.

Some checked weapons and ammunition to ensure they were sufficient.

They wiped their guns carefully, their eyes focused and serious.

Some stood guard on the city walls, vigilantly watching every move ahead.

Their eyes did not blink, and the wind blew their hair, but it could not blow away their firm gaze.

Wang Yaxin slowly climbed up the city wall, looked at the enemy camp in the distance, took a deep breath, and began to boost morale.

His voice was firm and powerful, echoing on the city walls:

"Brothers, I know you are all heartbroken right now, but we cannot let sadness defeat us.

Behind us are countless people and our home.

Although there were sacrifices in today's battle, we also made the enemy suffer.

As long as we hold our ground, there is still hope.

The enemy's next attack may come at any time. We must cheer up, do a good job of defense, and avenge our fallen brothers! "

As the soldiers listened to Wang Yaxin's words, tears welled up in their eyes, but at the same time, the flames of revenge were ignited in their eyes.

A peasant soldier shouted:

"Captain, let's fight the enemy!"

"Yes, for our dead brothers and for our homeland!"

Another soldier echoed.

They nodded silently, suppressed their grief, and devoted themselves to defense work more firmly.

As time passed, the atmosphere on the city wall became more and more tense.

The wind was blowing, lifting the corners of the soldiers' clothes, but it could not blow away their determination to hold on.

Zhao Shao patrolled the city wall, his steps heavy and firm.

Every time he passed by a soldier, Zhao Shao would stop and gently pat their broad and strong shoulders. He would give them a firm and trusting look and use his loud and powerful voice to encourage and support them:

“Everyone must hold on!

As long as we work together and move forward courageously, we will surely achieve ultimate victory!"

As Zhao Shao's passionate shouts echoed in the air, a low and heart-pounding enemy horn suddenly sounded in the distance, resounding through the sky, as if a ferocious beast was roaring, foreshadowing that a new wave of fierce attacks was about to begin.

After hearing this thrilling horn sound, Zhao Shao tightly gripped the heavy spear in his hand. His hands turned slightly white due to excessive force. His eyes burned with raging rage and a determination to face death.

He suddenly waved his arms and shouted loudly:

“Everyone has it!

Get ready for battle!"

Following Zhao Shao's order, the soldiers quickly took action and rushed to their respective combat posts.

In an instant, the slightly tense atmosphere became solemn. Everyone held their breath and stared intently at the front, waiting for the enemy to appear.

Before long, a massive mass of enemy troops came sweeping in like a surging tide, their deafening shouts of killing emanating from their mouths were like bursts of thunder exploding on the battlefield, which was terrifying.

Facing the enemy troops that were rushing at him like wolves and tigers, Zhao Shao was not afraid at all. He held the spear steadily, squinted his eyes, and quickly locked onto an enemy soldier who was rushing in the front through the crosshairs.

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