57: Chapter 57 Killing the enemy to serve the country, dying without regret

"When the gunpowder smoke clears, it will be the day we sacrifice ourselves."

Today, they had run out of ammunition and food, and the devils were charging at them, unafraid of death.

After Wang Ye finished the rounds in his machine gun, he took out a bayonet and fixed it to the gun.

Old Liu did the same.

He looked at Wang Ye and grinned. "I've killed several devils today; I've already broken even."

"If there is an afterlife, let's be comrades again in the next life."

Having said that, he charged toward the devils without looking back.

On the battlefield, figures were fighting everywhere.

"Battalion Commander! Look out!"

Following an explosion, a soldier tackled Battalion Commander Yao Ziqing to the ground.

Battalion Commander Yao Ziqing was left dazed by the blast.

He sat up, feeling muddled.

There was still someone lying on top of him—it was his guard.

At this moment, the guard had already stopped breathing.

With no time for grief, Battalion Commander Yao Ziqing stood up.

The devils were charging up.

The battlefield at this moment was extremely dangerous; no one knew if they would die in the next second.

Death was a common occurrence here.

"Battalion Commander, let's go, let's retreat into the city!" the adjutant ran over and shouted loudly.

Battalion Commander Yao Ziqing also understood that there was no point in continuing to guard the breach; they could only retreat into the city first.

On the other side, Wang Ye saw Old Liu charge forward.

In the next moment, he was hit by a burst from a devil's machine gun and fell into a pool of blood.

However, before he died, he pulled the pins on the only two grenades remaining in his jacket.

The grenades exploded, taking down several devils passing by.

Seeing this, Wang Ye felt a wave of sorrow in his heart.

But he couldn't charge forward, because that would be seeking death.

Retreating into the alleys would offer a better chance.

Wang Ye immediately retreated toward the city; he still had a few bullets in his rifle.

However, these few bullets wouldn't last long; in the end, he would still have to rely on his bayonet.

In the livestream room, the viewers had a God's-eye view.

Although they couldn't see far, they could see the devils swarming into the city through the breach.

With thousands of devils rushing into the city, the remaining defenders had no way to continue holding out.

These devils killed everyone they encountered, regardless of whether they were soldiers or civilians.

Some civilians who hadn't left the city yet were killed by the devils' machine guns just for poking their heads out.

Wherever the devils went, no one was left alive.

"Such animals! These devils even kill civilians!"

"This is an invasion by an alien race. I remember in ancient times, many alien races would massacre cities after capturing them."

"The devils have wild ambitions; it's normal for them to act like this. It's just that watching this makes me so angry, I want to go offline and personally kill some Japan!"

"Bro, don't be impulsive!"

...

The devils continued to hunt down the retreating Chinese Soldiers.

Some soldiers were hit and couldn't run anymore.

So, they pulled their grenades, taking the pursuing devils with them in death.

Battalion Commander Yao Ziqing watched the number of soldiers around him grow smaller and smaller, his heart filled with grief.

Behind them, the devils were still in hot pursuit.

Because he was a Battalion Commander of the National Revolutionary Army, once he died, the rest would be of no concern.

At that moment, Battalion Commander Yao Ziqing suddenly saw devils ahead of him as well.

He was surrounded.

Looking at the approaching devils, Battalion Commander Yao Ziqing threw his head back and laughed.

"Killing the enemy to serve the country, I die without regret!"

He picked up the light machine gun in his hand, wanting to take a few more devils with him.

Just then, gunshots rang out all around.

Countless blood blossoms bloomed on his body, and his frame fell backward.

Beneath him were the bodies of his comrades.

Battalion Commander Yao Ziqing closed his eyes forever.

Just as he had said before the battle, he slept eternally within Baoshan.

The surrounding devils suddenly parted to make a path, and Division Commander Fujita Sei walked over.

He looked at the fallen Battalion Commander Yao Ziqing, the Chinese Battalion Commander who had held him back for six whole days.

With only five hundred or so men, he had stalled a whole division of his for so long.

Even under the frantic bombardment of planes and cannons, they had not retreated.

"A soldier like this deserves the respect of Fujita Sei."

He immediately ordered that Battalion Commander Yao Ziqing's remains be placed in a coffin and then returned to the Chinese army.

As for the remaining dozen or so remnants, they could no longer stop them from occupying Baoshan.

Another day passed.

Wang Ye looked at the pitch-black screen before him and closed his eyes wearily.

In the end, Baoshan could not be held.

Of the five hundred-plus defenders, almost all had died for their country.

[Scenario Ended]

[Though this battle was lost, the spirit is immortal.]

[The death of the Five Hundred Heroes of Baoshan let four hundred million people know that the country must not perish!]

Wang Ye saw these words, took a deep breath, and recovered from the shock of having just died in battle.

The next moment, images appeared before his eyes again.

He found himself in a simple, crude room.

However, his whole body felt uncomfortable.

"My hand."

Wang Ye felt a pain in his right hand.

Not only that, but his head was also buzzing.

There seemed to be something wrapped around his head.

"Hey, don't move, your wound was just bandaged."

Another pleasant voice sounded. Wang Ye looked over and saw a female nurse.

The nurse had delicate features.

While not exactly a stunning beauty, she was pretty enough for Wang Ye.

After all, on this battlefield, seeing a woman was as difficult as reaching the heavens.

Generally, female nurses and doctors stayed in rear-line hospitals.

Thinking of this, Wang Ye suddenly realized—could he be in the rear now?

"Where is this?" He looked at the nurse and quickly asked.

"This is Wannan Hospital. Don't move around; your injuries are very serious, don't let the wounds open up again," the female nurse said with a worried face.

She looked to be only in her early twenties, in the prime of her youth.

Now she was working in a rear hospital, taking care of the wounded coming off the battlefield.

This country didn't just have soldiers charging and bleeding at the front; it also had others silently making contributions in the rear.

They were all using their own abilities to contribute to the nation's resistance war.

"Wannan..." Hearing this name, Wang Ye suddenly remembered the maps he had seen.

Wannan was quite a distance away from Luodian.

He had only been knocked unconscious by an explosion, and yet he woke up hundreds of miles away.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of Zhao Sheng.

Zhao Sheng had taken cover with him.

Now that he had survived, what about Zhao Sheng?

"Hello, nurse, I want to ask, is there someone named Zhao Sheng here?" Wang Ye asked hurriedly.

"Zhao Sheng? Doesn't seem like it; I haven't heard of anyone named Zhao Sheng."

Hearing the nurse's words, Wang Ye's heart sank.

Everyone has their own fate, but Wang Ye hoped that he was the one who died and Zhao Sheng was the one who lived.

After all, he could redeploy, but Zhao Sheng couldn't.

Wait, that's not right; he was currently replacing another soldier.

Perhaps this soldier also had family and friends.

Wang Ye sighed in his heart.

He didn't say anything more.

Seeing this, the nurse comforted him, "Perhaps he hasn't woken up yet, so I don't know if there's such a person."

"Yeah." Wang Ye nodded; hearing the nurse's words, a sliver of hope rose in his heart again.

Perhaps it really was as the nurse said, and Zhao Sheng just hadn't woken up yet.

A few days passed in the blink of an eye.

Wang Ye was already able to walk on the ground.

But he still hadn't heard any news of Zhao Sheng.

He would ask the nurse every day, but the nurse would always shake her head.