Songhu battlefield, flesh and blood mill. Lu Jiuzhou, a soldier of the Gui Army, ran thousands of miles wearing straw sandals. What I saw along the way was that our families and countries were broken, and mourners were everywhere. The kind-hearted old squad leader sacrificed himself while blocking the gun for him, and the ignorant little girl was blown to pieces in front of his eyes... He was so mad with hatred! In a desperate situation, he accidentally obtained a holographic map and had to fight against the giant steel bird with a rifle! "He is crazy!" His comrades exclaimed. "He is a hero!" The refugees cried. When the out-of-control Japanese plane crashed dragging thick smoke, all the defeated soldiers regained their fighting spirit and joined his team one after another. The deputy squad leader thrust the blood-stained letter from home into his hand: "If we can't go back, remember to write for us..." Carrying the legacy of the dead and the expectations of the living, he walked on a bloody road and rushed towards the battle for the fate of the country that was destined to be a non-event! We soldiers pledge our lives to the country, and if we don't succeed, we will become benevolent!
