In the spring of the twenty-seventh year of the Republic of China, Taierzhuang. Lu Yu opened his eyes, surrounded by broken walls and the remains of his comrades. On this day, he became a motley crew member of the Sichuan Army who had run out of ammunition and food. Above his head was the roaring aircraft of the Japanese invaders, and in front of him were the tanks crushing flesh and blood. Straw sandals, single clothes, old sleeves. In the desperate situation where everyone thought that the backbone of China would be completely interrupted, Lu Yu tightened his grip on the German Mauser rifle that appeared out of thin air in his hand.
System loads, kills enemies and explodes troops. At first, it was just a German armored infantry squad wearing M35 helmets, blowing the clarion call for counterattack in the ruins. Later, the August 1st mortars washed away the ground, the MG42 general-purpose machine gun turned into a death sickle that tore through the Japanese defense lines, and the "Iron Fist" armor-breaking bullets blasted the imperialist steel bastards into pieces of iron. Use absolute firepower to crush all invading enemies on the flesh-and-blood battlefield.
Many years later. When thousands of heavy tanks roll up the wild sand in the sky, when the tracks of the heavily armored combined corps crush the enemy's last line of defense. Lu Yu, wearing a general's star, stood on the top of the Great Wall, overlooking the beautiful rivers and mountains that no foreign enemy dared to invade. The calamities of the ages are washed away in one day. At the point of the military front, all nations were horrified!
Come on⛽! ! !
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