Not enough Japanese devils to kill? 1.4 billion people volunteer for the Battle of Shanghai.

Watching the grenade trace a graceful arc as it fell down the mountain.

Yao Shoude on the mountain smiled and spoke softly:

"Fire in the hole"

And most importantly, Yao Shoude was a veteran artilleryman.

When he threw the grenade, he chose a spot where the grenade would land, not only in the most densely populated area.

Moreover, it's the place with the widest view.

That way, everyone will see it.

This results in the greatest psychological impact.

Many people at the foot of Sheshan Mountain are discussing tactics.

Suddenly someone looked up.

I saw that black dot.

But his first reaction was not to hide.

It was shocking.

How is that possible?

How could the defending troops throw grenades at the very beginning of the selection process?

Isn't this a climbing obstacle?

Are they going to go all out right from the start?

But in the end, this soldier only had time to shout out one sentence:

"Grenade~ Stealth~~"

Meanwhile, the team leader was at the foot of the mountain calculating the length of the rope ladder.

Suddenly someone shouted "Grenade!"

He looked up.

Saw.

He paused for a second.

Just one second.

then,

"boom!!!"

The captain's last thought was—

Have the defenders gone mad?

We haven't even started climbing yet!

We're still in the preparation stage!

This isn't how it works!

The first to react was an army reconnaissance soldier.

His name is Basang, and he comes from a reconnaissance brigade of the Tibet Military Region. He is one of the few Tibetan special forces soldiers in the entire army. He has dark skin and eyes as sharp as an eagle. He trains in high-altitude areas year-round, and his reaction speed is half a beat faster than that of ordinary people.

He heard the sound of air being torn apart.

look up.

I saw that black dot.

The brain makes a decision in 0.1 seconds – a hand grenade.

His lips moved, as if he wanted to shout "Take cover."

But it was too late.

The grenade has already been dropped.

Standing next to Basang were several soldiers from different units.

One of them, Hou Yong, is a missile launcher in a Rocket Force brigade. He is adjusting the rangefinder in his hand, muttering ballistic data to himself.

One of them, Tan Kai, was an air defense radar operator in the Air Force. He was holding a tablet and marking the positions of snipers on the rock face.

One of them, Ma Ming, was a naval sailor who was temporarily assigned to the selection team.

He stood on the outskirts of the crowd, looking up and counting the height of the rock face, muttering, "It's taller than the mast of our ship."

One of them, named Guo Daniu, was an army engineer. He was a big, burly man with an honest-looking face. He was inspecting his climbing equipment without looking up.

They came from different units.

Different branches of the military.

Different places.

At that moment, they both looked up.

I saw that black dot.

"Grenade—!!!"

After Basang realized what was happening, his voice boomed like thunder, echoing through the crowd.

Everyone scattered instantly.

But it's too dense.

More than two thousand people, even if they are scattered, is still a sea of ​​people.

The grenade landed right at the intersection of several squads.

"Bang--!!!"

The grenade exploded.

White smoke instantly filled the air.

The marker powder drifted down like snowflakes, landing on everyone.

The smoke dissipated.

Basang looked down at himself.

Covered in white powder.

Everything was white, from head to toe.

He was stunned.

Standing still, like a white sculpture.

Three seconds later.

He spoke.

He cursed in Tibetan.

The people next to them couldn't understand what he was saying, but judging from their expressions, it was definitely not a nice thing.

Hou Yong squatted on the ground, holding his head in his hands.

The marker powder was sprinkled down on his head, turning him into a white-haired old man.

He stood up and looked down at his white clothes.

There was a three-second silence.

Then, I laughed.

wry smile.

"I fucking..." he muttered, "I didn't even get to touch the cannon before I was killed?"

"I'm here to fight the Japanese devils, not to be a target..."

Tan Kai even raised his head, pointed at the top of the rock wall, and gave the middle finger:

"Yao Shoude—!!!"

"I'll remember you—!!!"

"You just wait—!!!"

Ma Ming stood on the periphery of the crowd.

He was initially a little far from the landing point and thought it was safe.

But that damn wind blew the marking powder over here.

He looked down at the large expanse of white skin on his chest.

I want to cry without tears.

"I came down from the ship..." he murmured, "just for this selection qualification..."

"I haven't even started climbing yet..."

Guo Daniu squatted on the ground, his hands covering his head.

The marker powder got all over his head.

He stood up, shook himself, like a bear that had just crawled out of the snow.

Then, he looked down at his white clothes.

Laughed.

He had a very simple and honest smile.

"Okay," he said. "I've had a 'glorious' life."

Those around him looked at him, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

There are even more people.

An infantryman from Hubei, covered in white powder, stared blankly at himself:

"I haven't even started warming up yet..."

An artilleryman from Northeast China, dressed entirely in white, pointed at Yao Shoude above the rock face:

"You just wait! I'll remember you!"

When the smoke cleared.

There were at least twenty people covered in white marking powder.

face.

Hair.

Training uniform.

equipment.

It's all white.

They stood there, stunned.

He looked down at the white smoke rising from his body.

Looking at those white powders.

Then--

Cursing.

"Holy shit!!!"

"This actually works?!"

"I haven't even started climbing, and I'm already dead?!"

A Marine looked down at the large white patch on his chest, tears welling up in his eyes.

"I just finished warming up... I haven't even started moving yet..."

After an hour, he wiped his face, his hands covered in white powder, and immediately started cursing:

"Is this some kind of selection process or a joke?!"

An army special forces soldier, looking at his entire white coat, remained silent for three seconds, then raised his middle finger towards the top of the rock wall:

"Yao Shoude—!!!"

"I'll remember you—!!!"

From the rock face, Yao Shoude's laughter could be faintly heard.

But these "fallen" people, though cursing.

But no one moved.

According to the rules, those who are "killed" must sit down on the spot.

They cannot participate in subsequent selections.

They may criticize, but...

But rules are rules.

A dozen or so people sat silently on the ground.

Look at those who weren't hit by the explosion.

His eyes were complicated.

I feel envious.

There was resentment.

have--

"Climb a few more steps for us."

A "fallen" soldier said to his comrades who were still standing:

"Never mind me, you have to beat the game!"

These came from different units, different branches of the military, and different places.

But at this moment, they have one thing in common—

It ended before it even began.

Basang sat there in silence for a long time.

Then he spoke.

In broken Mandarin:

"I... I disagree."

The people around him looked at him.

Basang raised his head, his eyes burning with fire:

"But what if this were a real battlefield..."

"I am already dead."

He paused:

"I've got it."

"Remember this feeling."

"I will never forget it in my entire life."

Hou Yong sat next to him, smiling wryly:

"Me too."

"I came here to fight the Japanese devils, but I didn't even see one of them before I was killed by a grenade that came out of nowhere."

He took a deep breath:

"We can't let it be like this by 1937."

"One must be able to see in all directions and hear from all sides."

"To survive."

Guo Daniu stood up and walked up to Lei Xiong.

"Brother," he said, "I'm also in the army, an engineer. I was planning to build fortifications and lay landmines for the brothers in 1937."

"We can't go now."

He paused, his eyes reddening:

"You go in my place."

"Plant a few more landmines for me."

Lei Xiong looked at him and nodded emphatically.

Then, Lei Xiong turned around, looked at the crowd, and roared loudly.

"Brothers, remember this feeling."

"remember--"

"On the battlefield, there is no such thing as 'being ready'."

"There is no 'tactical discussion time'."

There is no "warm-up time".

"only--"

He paused:

"To live, or to die."

"Or, die standing up!"

After saying that, Lei Xiong turned around and faced the cliff.

Towards those snipers.

Headed toward Yao Shoude, who had thrown the grenade.

They launched a fearless charge:

"Brothers—!!!"

"Charge with me—!!!"

He strode forward.

It rushed toward that sheer cliff.

Behind him were Jin Sheng, Li Huai, Wang Jin, Tan Ming, and Chong.

Then there were more people.

One by one.

In groups of people.

Its momentum was like a tsunami.

Like a landslide.

picture--

Nothing can stop it.

On the rock face, Yao Shoude watched the people rushing towards him.

Looking at those—

A person whose eyes burn with fire.

His smile deepened.

My eyes feel a little hot.

"Good lad..." he murmured, "That's more like it."

He pressed the communication button:

"Attention all!"

"The little brats are charging!"

"Give them a good talking to!"

"Let them know—"

He paused:

"Going to 1937? Not so easy!"

On the rock face, the snipers simultaneously took aim.

Point the gun barrel downwards.

Targeting those—

People rushing towards the cliff.

Those people.

They rushed.

They climbed.

them--

up.

up.

up.