"No, I wouldn't dare. Xiao Yuan Zi, hurry up and kneel down to apologize to the deity!" Seeing that Ye Xuan was actually apologizing to them, the injured soldiers were immediately frightened. They hurriedly knelt down and bowed to Ye Xuan. *%,
Seeing that these people were about to kneel down, Ye Xuan hurriedly used his mental strength to support them. He straightened his back and looked at the injured soldiers with bandages on their heads, bodies, and legs. He said solemnly, "You don't have to do this. You are worthy of my bow!"
Ye Xuan had never looked down on any ordinary person because he was powerful. This was because he would never forget that he was also one of these ordinary people. There were many people among them that he needed to respect.
"We wouldn't dare, we wouldn't dare. Sir Deity, please spare us!" A veteran in his forties kept bowing to Ye Xuan.
Seeing that these people were behaving like this, Ye Xuan had no other choice. He walked to the veteran and stretched out his hand to pull him up. He said, "Old man, I'm really not a deity. My name is Ye Xuan. I'm just an ordinary person. What's your name?"
"My, my name is Zhou Yucheng!" the veteran Zhou Yucheng replied respectfully.
"Uncle Zhou, which unit are you from?" Ye Xuan asked.
"We are the subordinates of General Song Xilian of the 36th Division. We were separated when we were charging at the Japanese. We ran out of bullets, so we came here to hide with our fellow villagers," Zhou Yucheng said with a sigh.
Hearing that Zhou Yucheng was from Song Xilian's unit, Ye Xuan was quite surprised. Ye Xuan had read some information about Song Xilian. Not to mention his political background, he had been fighting against the Japanese for more than ten years. He had even said, "It's better to die in battle than to be a citizen of a subjugated country." That alone was worthy of his respect.
"If you had guns and bullets, would you still be able to protect your fellow villagers?" Ye Xuan suddenly looked at the injured soldiers and asked.
"Yes, as long as we have guns and bullets. If the Japanese come again, unless they step over my dead body, I will definitely not let them hurt a single fellow villager. "The young man called Xiao Yuan Zi promised loudly.
"Yes, as long as we have guns and bullets, we are not afraid of the Japanese!"
"Don't worry, Deity. Even if we have to sacrifice our lives, we will definitely protect the safety of our fellow villagers," the rest of the injured soldiers said with determination.
"Very good!" Looking at the wounded soldiers, Ye Xuan nodded in satisfaction. With a wave of his right hand, three boxes containing firearms and grenades appeared in front of the wounded soldiers.
Seeing Ye Xuan wave his hand, three large boxes appeared in front of him. Everyone's heart trembled, and they were even more convinced that Ye Xuan was a god. Otherwise, how could someone have the ability to make three large chests appear at once?
"This box contains twenty Browning automatic rifles made in the United States and five thousand bullets. This box contains twenty Colt M1911 pistols and three thousand bullets. As for this box, it contains three hundred MK2 Pineapple Grenades." Ye Xuan opened the lids of the three boxes, revealing the weapons inside. He picked them up and introduced them to them one by one. "I believe there are these weapons here. As long as you don't charge into the Japanese's charge and just defend this church, you should be able to last for half a day, right? "
Hiss! — —
Looking at the weapons in the boxes, the veterans all took a deep breath. Looking at the bullets that were exposed in the boxes, their eyes flashed with a brilliant light.
To the soldiers on the battlefield, guns were actually their lives. For these lowly soldiers, the best guns they had ever touched were standard rifles. The guns that Ye Xuan took out were all good guns that even the generals could not get their hands on in the past. How could these people not have their eyes lit up and salivate?
However. Although these people wanted to hug these guns in their arms, they immediately calmed down when they thought about the 'god' standing next to them. When they heard what Ye Xuan said, they thought for a moment and did not say anything else. "If the Japanese don't have heavy weapons, we should be able to last for half a day."
Heavy weapons? Ye Xuan pondered for a moment, then waved his right hand and two boxes appeared on the ground.
"These are two 785mm light mortars and a hundred shells. What do you think, Uncle Zhou? Can you last for half a day with this?" Ye Xuan asked.
These wounded soldiers had completely regarded Ye Xuan as a god. They were no longer as surprised when Ye Xuan took out the two mortars out of thin air. It was as if it was a natural thing to do.
"Yes, with so many good weapons, even if we encounter an entire team of Japanese, we can still last for half a day. Moreover, we are only guarding this church, so it shouldn't be a problem." This time, Zhou Yucheng finally relented and nodded at Ye Xuan solemnly.
"Alright, as long as you can hide here for half a day, I will think of a way to transfer all of you to a safe place," Ye Xuan said.
"Yes, we will definitely complete the task!" The wounded soldiers saluted Ye Xuan.
After making arrangements for these people, Ye Xuan did not say anything else. He stood up and did not look at the burning gazes of the people behind him. In a flash, he appeared outside the church.
As soon as he walked out of the church, he saw that the ground was littered with the rubbish left behind by the refugees. Half of the houses had been blown up by the shells and everything was in ruins. In the sky, black smoke billowed and the entire air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! — —
Boom! Boom! Boom! — —
Fighter jets flew across the sky unscrupulously like birds, and the roar of artillery shells came from all directions, shaking the whole of Nanjing.
Looking at the doomsday-like Nanjing, Ye Xuan could not help but frown. Just as he was not sure which direction to go, he suddenly heard a piercing long whistle coming from not far away.
Ye Xuan raised his eyebrows and carefully identified the direction. Suddenly, his figure flashed and in a breath of time, he traveled nearly 20 meters in that direction like a ghost.
…
Sitting in a dilapidated room, Lu Jianxiong, who had just defeated two teams of Japanese soldiers, was resting. The smile on his face froze when he heard the piercing long whistle coming from the street. He looked up at the gray sky outside and then at the small team of ten people in front of him. Shi Guang was 32 years old, Li Shui was 35 years old, Xin Shaoyuan was 31 years old, Lin Yong was 27 years old, Li Changxing was 25 years old, Dong Xingyan was 18 years old, Lin Wenwen was 13 years old, and little bean was 7 years old …
Suddenly, Lu Jianxiong felt that one person was missing. He turned his head and shouted, "Straight!"
In a corner, a slightly plump middle-aged man shrank back in panic and did not dare to move.
No one responded. Lu Jianxiong's eyes dimmed. He thought that the man had died under a bullet. His head stiffened for a moment, then he turned his head and looked at his brother who was looking at him.
"Brothers … we can't hold on anymore …" He swallowed his saliva, a trace of unwillingness and determination in his despair. "Let's disperse …" Piao Tianwen said.
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