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On the viewing platform.

General Wang Kangmei stood there.

Hands behind his back.

His back was ramrod straight.

His gaze.

Piercing through the smoke of gunpowder.

Penetrating that area—

The cliff is bleeding profusely.

He looked at those figures.

Those ones--

A figure climbing upwards.

His voice was very soft.

But every word is like a stone:

"Not a single soldier who climbed Sheshan wanted to go back to 1937."

"They even valued this opportunity more than their own lives."

He paused.

My eyes felt slightly warm.

"But here, they are willing to sacrifice themselves—"

"So that those who come after can climb to the top."

His voice was choked with emotion:

"As expected, he is the king of soldiers in our Eastern Theater Command."

On Sheshan Mountain.

The bullets are getting denser.

The marking bullets rained down like a storm.

It hit the rock wall.

White powder splattered.

It hits a person.

It bursts open into white flowers.

A soldier was shot.

He looked down at the white mark on his chest.

Then he smiled.

He turned around.

Stand with your back to the rock face.

He used his own body to block the incoming bullets.

He roared:

"Get on here—!!!"

"Step over me and get on top of me—!!!"

His comrades behind him gritted their teeth.

I crawled past him.

We tread the path he built with his life.

up.

Another one has been hit.

He lay prone on the rock face.

He gripped the rock tightly with both hands.

Use your own body as a stepping stone.

"brother--!!!"

He shouted:

"Step on my back—!!!"

"Go up there—!!!"

His comrade's feet stepped on his back.

He was trembling all over from the pain.

But he did not let go.

Gritting his teeth.

Hang in there.

Until the last comrade climbed over.

He then closed his eyes.

On the rock wall.

More and more soldiers began carrying the "corpses" of their comrades as they climbed upwards.

Some of those "corpses" still had their eyes open.

Some were still laughing.

Some had already closed their eyes.

But whether it's open or closed.

They were all there.

At the very top.

It blocked the bullets.

Paving the road.

The direction of the Army reconnaissance company.

Five soldiers, holding up their squad leader.

The squad leader's surname was Yang, and his name was Yang Tieshan.

Ten years of military service.

He has trained many new recruits.

He took three bullets during that last burst of fire.

His chest was covered in white marks.

But he was still smiling.

"You little brats—!!!"

He roared:

"Hold it steady—!!!"

"Let me take another look—!!!"

"How high can you climb—!!!"

Five soldiers gritted their teeth.

He was being held up.

up.

The direction of the Marine Corps.

Zhou Zhenhai was still holding up Zheng Dahe.

Behind him, He Jin held up another fallen comrade.

That comrade's surname was Chen, and his name was Chen Haisheng.

Marine Corps veteran.

It is best suited for water.

The best marksman.

He was at the forefront of that last burst of fire.

It blocked five bullets.

They all hit vital points.

He was still smiling when he "died".

"He Jin—!!!"

He shouted:

"Hold me up—!!!"

"Let me see—!!!"

"Can our navy get up there?!!!!"

He Jin gritted his teeth.

He was being held up.

up.

Covering the mountains and plains.

They were all people climbing up carrying "corpses".

Those "corpses" were on top.

It blocked the bullets.

Those who are alive are below.

They carried them.

up.

A bullet came flying.

It hit a "corpse".

puff.

The white powder exploded.

Another one.

puff.

Another one.

puff.

Those "corpses" were almost completely covered by white marking powder.

But they are still there.

It's still blocking the way.

The road is still being paved.

A soldier, carrying his comrade's "corpse," climbed halfway up.

He suddenly stopped.

I looked down at that face that had already closed.

That was his younger brother.

My younger brother.

We enlisted together.

Selected together.

Let's climb this mountain together.

During that burst of gunfire, his younger brother rushed in front of him.

It blocked three bullets.

The younger brother concluded by saying, "Go to 1937 for me."

His tears flowed down.

It dripped onto my younger brother's face.

Mixed with those white powders.

But he didn't stop.

He gritted his teeth.

Continue up.

She continued to hold her younger brother up.

continue--

charge.

On the viewing platform not far from Sheshan, Bian Yun held a pen in his hand, recording something—

Stone · Shi Zhuang

Place of origin: Linyi, Shandong

Age: 28 years old

Enlistment: 5 years

Following Lei Xiong: 5 years

Father: (deceased)

Mother: Growing an apple orchard at home

Selection Status: Stage 2, Sheshan Climb, "Death" while covering Lei Xiong

Subsequent action: Due to his extreme spirit of sacrifice of "continuing to fight with his 'corpse'", he was exceptionally admitted to the reserve list.

"He wasn't 'playing dead,' he was using 'death' as ​​a means to continue the fight. We needed this kind of person in 1937, and we need him in 2025."

—Bian Yun, next time you go to 1937, give priority to the report on Shi Tou's qualifications.

Following Shi Zhuang, Bian Yun also noted many other names.

Basang, Zhao Dapao, Hou San, Wei Dayong, Yang Tieshan, Shen Mei, Chen Haisheng...