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

On the mountaintop.

Those elite soldiers began to move.

They walked over to the "corpses" lying on the mountainside and hanging on the cliff face.

One by one.

Carefully.

Put them down.

Carry them up.

Chen Sui'an climbed halfway up the mountain and found the brother who had shielded him from bullets with his own body.

The person is still hanging there.

Xu Sanduo stretched out his hand.

Gently hug him.

"Brother," he said, "I'll carry you up."

The man opened his eyes.

Look at him.

Laughed.

"OK."

"Memorize it."

"In my entire life, I've never had anyone recite my name."

the other side.

He Jin found Lin Yuan.

That twenty-year-old recruit.

The person who used their last bit of strength to push Zhao Chuan up.

Lin Yuan is still hanging on the cliff.

Its entire body was covered in white powder.

With eyes closed.

He Jin reached out his hand.

Gently hug him.

"Lin Yuan," he said softly, "I'll take you upstairs."

Lin Yuan opened his eyes.

Look at him.

Laughed.

"Brother He..."

"You've arrived."

He Jin nodded:

"They're here."

"I'll carry you up."

Lin Yuan lay on his back.

It lay there steadily.

"Brother He."

"Um?"

"Tell me, what was 1937 like...?"

He Jin fell silent.

He did not go to 1937.

But he had seen those videos.

I've seen those people wearing gray military uniforms.

Those I've seen—

A person whose eyes burn with light.

"I don't know," he said, "but I do know—"

"There are Japanese devils there."

"There are many Japanese soldiers."

"Wait for us to go kill them."

Lin Yuan smiled.

He laughed like a child.

"it is good."

"Then let's go quickly."

"Don't keep the Japanese waiting."

On the mountaintop.

More and more people were carried on their backs.

She was carried up.

They were carried up.

Those who "fell in battle" lay there.

The wind blows across the mountaintop.

The wind blew across the "corpses" lying there.

The wind blew past those standing, living people.

Blowing through those—

Silent, burning gaze.

The moon rose to its zenith.

The cold moonlight.

It was sprinkled on everyone.

Alive.

It is "dead".

Standing.

Lying down.

They're all together.

…………

The road down the mountain is more difficult than the road up the mountain.

Not because it's steep.

Because of--

Every step is a departure.

According to the rules—

Those who have already "died"

This should be done after everyone has come down the mountain.

Only then can they descend the mountain.

They wanted to stay on Sheshan Mountain until the very last moment.

On the way down the mountain, Lei Xiong walked in the lead.

His steps were heavy.

Every step felt like walking on a knife's edge.

But he didn't turn around.

He cannot turn back.

Because if he turns around, he might not be able to walk anymore.

Jin Sheng followed behind.

He kept his head down.

Look at your feet.

Look at the road beneath your feet.

He remained silent.

We just take it one step at a time.

Li Huai walked beside him.

He adjusted his glasses.

There is fog on the lenses of my glasses.

He wiped it.

I wiped it again.

I still can't see clearly.

In the end, he gave up.

I just walked along, in a blur.

Wang Jin walked at the very back.

He walked very slowly.

Because he kept looking back.

Look towards the mountaintop.

Look at those lying down—

Stone.

He remembered the name.

I remember that young face.

I remembered that—

The people who used "corpses" to shield them from bullets.

He turned around.

The third time I looked back.

The fourth time I looked back.

The fifth time I looked back.

Finally, Jin Sheng couldn't hold back any longer:

"Wang Jin, can't you walk properly?"

Wang Jin did not answer.

He just kept walking.

Keep looking back.

Jin Sheng sighed.

He also glanced back.

Just one glance.

The mountaintop is no longer visible.

Only moonlight.

Only the wind.

Only those—

The person lying there.

"Let's go," he said softly. "They're watching."

the other side.

Zhou Zhenhai led his naval men along another road.

He Jin followed behind him.

Lu Dazhuang followed behind He Jin.

Chen Mo followed behind Lu Dazhuang.

Lin Yuan and Zhao Chuan walked at the back.

Six people, lined up in a row.

Walk away in silence.

He Jin couldn't help but speak up:

"Team Leader Zhou."

Zhou Zhenhai did not turn back:

"Um?"

"Will Zheng Dahe... blame us?"

Zhou Zhenhai paused for a moment.

Just for a moment.

Then keep walking.

"Won't."

His voice was very soft:

"He'll only blame us—"

"I didn't take him with me when I went to 1937."

He Jin fell silent.

He lowered his head.

Look at your feet.

The gravel underfoot made a clattering sound.

Like some kind of soft, fragmented sound.

picture--

The sound of tears falling to the ground.

But he didn't cry.

He was just walking.

Follow Zhou Zhenhai.

Step by step.

Heading down the mountain.

Lu Dazhuang walked behind.

He kept talking to himself.

The sound was very soft.

Others can't hear it.

Only he himself knows what he is saying:

"Old Zheng..."

"Don't worry..."

"I'll be here in 1937..."

"To avenge you..."

"One Japanese soldier for one of your shots..."

"One hundred Japanese soldiers for one of your 'lives'..."

Is it worth it?

He paused:

"value."

Lin Yuan walked last.

He walked very slowly.

It's not because I'm tired.

Because of--

His legs were still shaking.

It's not fear.

That climb just now used up all my energy.

Zhao Chuan walked beside him.

He would lend him a hand from time to time.

"Lin Yuan".

"Um?"

"Are you alright?"

Lin Yuan smiled:

"OK."

"Why not?"

"I still want to go to 1937."

The Air Force personnel are on a different path.

Lin Yun walked at the very front.

Her steps were very steady.

Unhappy.

Not slow.

Just like when she's flying in the sky.

As smooth as—

There is no emotion.

But Zhang Liang knew that she did.

Because her eyes were always looking straight ahead.

He didn't look to either side once throughout the entire process.

She was enduring it.

Shen Fei followed behind her.

He asked Zhang Liang in a low voice:

"Captain Lin... are you alright?"

Zhang Liang shook his head:

Don't ask.

Shen Fei was stunned for a moment:

Why?

Zhang Liang looked at him:

"See for yourself."

Shen Fei read it.

I looked at it for three seconds.

Then he shut up.

Because he saw it—

Lin Yun's fist remained clenched.

Holding it tightly.

My knuckles are all white.

The bluebird was the last to arrive.

He would glance back every now and then.

Take a look at the mountaintop.

Take a look at those—

The person lying there.

He knew that some of those people were from the Air Force.

He knows people.

There are people I've eaten with, cursed with, and boasted with.

Now, they are lying there.

And he was going down.

"Bluebird!" someone called to him from ahead. "Hurry up!"

He responded:

"They're here."

The Rocket Force personnel marched in perfect unison.

Jiang Xingchen led the team.

Chen Kongkong followed beside him.

Behind them were the few silent team members.

They walked in almost perfect unison.

Like a well-trained team.

But Chen Kongkong knew that Jiang Xingchen's heart was not at peace.

Because he hadn't said a word.

He didn't say a word from the moment he started descending the mountain.

This is not normal.

"Team Leader Jiang," Chen Kongkong said softly.

Jiang Xingchen did not respond.

Chen Kongkong called out again:

"Team Leader Jiang?"

Jiang Xingchen finally spoke:

"Um?"

"What are you thinking about?"

Jiang Xingchen remained silent for three seconds.

Then say:

"I'm thinking—"

"What Company Commander Yao said."

Chen Kongkong was stunned for a moment:

Which sentence?

Jiang Xingchen said word for word:

"Leave no enemy alive."

He paused:

"Our Rocket Force usually fires at coordinates."

"It's a point on the map."

"It's the target on the screen."

"But in 1937—"

He took a deep breath:

"Those dots are Japanese soldiers."

Chen Kongkong looked at him:

"so what?"

Jiang Xingchen continued walking.

The sound rose with the wind:

"Just thinking about that feeling makes me feel so good!"