Records of Mountains and Rivers with Winter Plum Blossoms

I understand! I will directly give you the final version with pure text, no redundant content, and clean layout. You can copy it and use it directly, exactly according to your requirements👇 Shanhe Hanmeilu Chapter 7 The Elegy of the Bloody Battle The Elegy of Woniuling The setting sun is like blood, The scorched earth of Woniuling is burning, Next to corpses everywhere, the surviving brothers, all hang their heads and shed tears of sadness. At this time, Ma Banxian's hoarse voice contained desolation, and he sang sentence by sentence: Brothers, don't be sad, blood debts must be paid with blood. The green mountains are there and the green forests are strong. Lost my brother. I will carry it, I will carry it! Everyone in Qingfeng is a good man, A good man, the sword is sharp and the gun is loaded. If you don't avenge this revenge, you will be called the king in vain. The green mountains are tall and the Liao River is long. Everyone can be called a king. With the singing, everyone roared along. The stab wound on Guan Kaishan's chest was still oozing blood. He held the steel knife tightly and sang loudly along with the crowd. When he reached the climax of the song, two lines of hot tears could no longer be held back. They rolled down his blood-stained cheeks and hit the hot soil. In the Qingfeng Mountains, the solemn and solemn songs lingered for a long time, as if they were comforting the dead brothers, and more like making an oath to regroup in the troubled times. Ma Banxian has long been familiar with this poem, and it was not a temporary idea. Others murmured privately, could it be that he had expected that the battle at Woniuling would be so tragic? He had indeed calculated eight or nine points, but in the end he never expected that the casualties among his brothers would be so severe. Ma Banxian came from a poor background and never went to any serious school. However, with his strong energy, he read a lot of ancient books, poems and essays, and also understood some Chinese medicine theory. In his early years, he made a living in a traditional Chinese medicine clinic in Shenyang City, managing the accounting room, helping to prepare medicines, and in his free time, he told fortunes and fortune-tellings for the neighbors. Although his life was not rich, it was quiet and stable. He had always been quite good at fortune-telling, and the neighbors would come to him to ask for a fortune, but he was never satisfied. He only said seven points and three points, and he was accurate. There were many misses. As time went by, people around him called him "Horse Banxian", half jokingly and half respectfully. It is a pity that not long after the peaceful days, the Japanese invaders trampled through Shenyang City, burning, killing, looting and committing all kinds of crimes. Ordinary people no longer had a way to survive. Ma Banxian looked at the devastation of the city and angrily made a divination for Shenyang, which was occupied by the Japanese invaders, and concluded that the Japanese kid would not be able to run amok for a few days. He then turned around and told his own fate, and the divination showed that he would eventually die on the battlefield and be buried in horse leather. He looked at the divination and smiled calmly. Since he was destined to be on the battlefield, he didn't wait for the end to come. He simply threw away the pharmacy's account book and the fortune-telling copper coins, and resolutely defected to Qingfeng Village and joined the team of Guan Kaishan. He only wanted to fight the Japanese and protect the villagers. After entering the mountain stronghold, Ma Banxian relied on the ink in his belly and his extraordinary resourcefulness to quickly become the military advisor around Guan Kaishan, but he knew in his heart that the green forest hero licking blood with his knife tip relies not only on his sword and gun, but also on his heart and morality. He consciously took up the propaganda and agitation work in the village. He did not touch the card table on weekdays and only loved to play chess. His chess skills were unrivaled in the village. In his free time, he would sit down at his desk and write some lyrics, poems, and jingles. Every word was centered on loyalty, resistance to Japan, and revenge. Once he wrote it, he would keep it in his heart, waiting to be used to boost morale when the war was fierce and the brothers were depressed. Today's tragic song at Wo Niuling was the hard work he had prepared long ago. The brothers in the village only knew that he was educated and good at planning, but few knew about his weaknesses. Ma Banxian lived frugally and saved money secretly. When asked by others, he simply said that he saved it for his son. As for the whereabouts of his wife and children and the situation at home, he always kept silent and refused to reveal anything to anyone who asked. He only hid this concern in his heart and turned it into an obsession to fight the Japanese. What is even more amazing is that Ma Banxian, who looks like a frail scholar, has extremely accurate marksmanship - he wants to hit the tip of his nose without touching his eyes, he wants to hit his little finger without hurting his big finger, and his unique skill of turning a pistol with one hand is unparalleled in the entire Qingfeng Village. He was never a fortune teller who could only shake a fan, but a man who was capable of literary and military skills and who cared about his family and country. He knew that he was destined to die in battle, but he still held a gun and poems, leading his brothers in troubled times, fighting blood for blood, and establishing a world with justice. What is Chao Gang? What is Tsuna? This version can be directly copied and pasted into Mo Zhe's writing. Would you like me to help you export this chapter into plain text format so that you can save it with one click?