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

Zhou Zhenhai took a deep breath.

Just as he was about to speak—

A body suddenly slid down the rock wall above.

No, it didn't slip.

They pounced on it.

She rushed to him.

With a "bang," he fell onto the rock at his feet.

Gravel flew everywhere.

White powder permeated the air.

That was a soldier.

A large expanse of white on her chest.

The marker round hit.

It has already "died in battle".

Zhou Zhenhai was stunned.

He looked down at the person.

That face looked familiar.

Dark skin.

Thick eyebrows and big eyes.

There was blood at the corner of his mouth—not real blood, but blood from biting his lip.

But it looks real.

He's from the North.

His surname is Li, and his given name is Li Mingliang.

It was from the Army reconnaissance company.

He and Zhou Zhenhai were not in the same unit.

But we met during the previous training camp.

This person doesn't talk much.

But he is a genuine person.

Zhou Zhenhai remembered that he had treated him to a meal once.

Two steamed buns.

A dish of pickled vegetables.

A bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor).

His face was flushed from drinking.

That night, Li Mingliang said something:

"Old Zhou, if we ever have the chance to go to 1937—"

"I'll take a bullet for you."

At the time, Zhou Zhenhai thought he was drunk and talking nonsense.

Unexpectedly—

it is true.

"Old Li?"

Zhou Zhenhai's voice trembled.

Like fallen leaves in the wind.

"you……"

Li Mingliang grinned.

That smile was awful.

Because my lip was sore.

Blood smeared on the teeth.

But his eyes were surprisingly bright.

"Old Zhou."

His voice was hoarse.

But every word is like a nail.

Nailed to the rock face.

Nailed in Zhou Zhenhai's heart:

"It's not your turn to sacrifice."

Zhou Zhenhai's eyes instantly turned red.

"Old Li...you..."

Li Mingliang shook his head.

He stretched out his hand.

Grab Zhou Zhenhai's ankle.

Push upwards with force.

That hand was used very forcefully.

I strained so hard my knuckles turned white.

"You... lift me up."

He was panting.

But word by word:

"Use my 'corpse' to clear the way."

"To stop a bullet."

"paving."

Use it however you like.

He paused.

His eyes were fixed on Zhou Zhenhai.

Staring into those eyes that were already red:

"As long as I can get you up there."

"As long as I can go to 1937."

"As long as it's possible—"

He smiled:

"Kill a few more Japanese devils for my brothers."

Zhou Zhenhai's body was trembling.

He wanted to say "no".

But the way he looked at Li Mingliang.

Look at what's burning in those eyes.

He said he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Because that look was saying:

I am already dead.

But my body is still usable.

Don't waste it.

"Old Zhou."

Li Mingliang shouted:

Stop dawdling.

"Like a woman."

"Isn't your navy supposed to be all about efficiency?"

"quick--!"

He pushed hard.

They lifted Zhou Zhenhai up a bit.

Zhou Zhenhai gritted his teeth.

Gritting his teeth.

He clung to the rock face.

The knuckles are turning white.

Then he turned around.

He looked at He Jin, Lu Dazhuang, Chen Mo, Lin Yuan, and Zhao Chuan behind him.

He was looking at his brothers who were watching him.

he growled.

The sound was torn apart.

Like a thunderclap:

"Brothers—!!!"

"Hold up Old Li—!!!"

"Rush——!!!"

He Jin was the first to rush forward.

He gripped the rock face with one hand.

With his other hand, he supported Li Mingliang's waist.

Lu Dazhuang came up.

Support Li Mingliang's legs.

Chen Mo came up.

He pressed his back against Li Mingliang's back.

Lin Yuan came up.

Support Li Mingliang's left arm.

Zhao Chuan came up.

Support Li Mingliang's right arm.

Five people, sitting in a circle.

They held up the "corpse" together.

Let's move forward together.

Together--

charge.

Li Mingliang was held on top.

His eyes were already closed.

But a slight smile still lingered at the corners of his mouth.

He heard the sound of the marker bullet hitting him.

One shot after another.

The white marking powder exploded on his chest.

more and more.

It's getting denser and denser.

He blocked them all.

None of the people below were injured.

He thought to himself:

Worth it.

It was totally worth it.

The wind keeps blowing.

The wind blew across that sheer cliff.

The wind blew past those who were climbing.

The wind blew past the "corpse" held at the highest point...