Sir, please retreat!Request to retreat!
We couldn't stand it, the enemy's artillery fire was damn bad.
Absolutely not, you will die with Chendi, and you will use your flesh and blood to withstand the enemy's artillery fire.
Sir, we don't have air supremacy, we don't have long-range artillery.
Listen, the enemy's shells are in my ass**, and the enemy's planes are roaring in my ears like Huang Feng.
The enemy's fire trampled us under our feet like a leper **.
Listen, another damn bomb came down, and the brothers in front of me exploded into mud and flew into the sky.
You bunch of waste, give Lao Tzu a back, understand?
It's a strategic consideration, and you have to take care of the big picture, you know?
Hurry up and give the order!Sir, I beg you!
Let's get out of this barren land!
There is no point in clinging to this hill.
We should not make unnecessary sacrifices.
I believe that you can hold on, you are an ace army, washed by blood and fire.
Sir!The enemy has launched the slogan of a general offensive!
We can all see the scars on their bald tops!
Sir, we're about to be dumplings, I saved you, order us to retreat!
Fools, you have to stand up to me, this is a political task, so you must hold this position.
Our ** is now meeting at the UN, and his old man is waiting for the news of your victory, and you are being dumplings?Jokes!No, you can't!
*How does the gentleman account to the United Nations?
Sir, ** is waiting for news of victory!
My mother is still waiting at home for me to go back and marry my daughter-in-law
Sir, please give orders!Let's retreat!
Sir, I beg you, I beg you!
We can all see it.
The red spots on the noses of the enemies are gone, and I can smell their mouths.
Fuck they didn't even brush their teeth, and they attacked without letting go of their farts.
Order us to retreat!Sir, hold on, you have to resist me, ** is giving a speech, the eyes of the whole world are watching, and he says that you have crushed the enemy's attacks ninety-nine times, and this strategic point is as impregnable as the United Nations.
Listen, there was thunderous applause from the audience, Mr. ** was full of spirits, the spring breeze was proud, and the red light swept the representatives of the countries below.
Did you hear that? After five minutes of thunderous applause, Mr. ** went on to say that he would personally go to the front line to give you medals?
Your heroic deeds will be remembered by our children and grandchildren thousands of years from now.
So you have to resist, you know? I can't hold it up with my head.
Just top it with your ass.
Can't stand the ass? Top with your penis.
Just don't let the damn enemy.
Occupy this strategic location.
You get it, right? Please answer!
Hey, you got it, right?
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On a small hill.
Corpses strewn across the field, rivers of blood flowed, and smoke rose from the charred bushes.
Under a burning ancient oak tree, snuggled a young warrior, with one foot leaving him, probably too hot, to stick in.
Not far from the mud pit dug by the bombs.
The left hand with a broken thumb was clenched, and the flag was half covered in blood and tattered.
In the rendering of the remnant sun fluttering, the right hand grips the microphone with a broken wire.
Clung to the drooping head, the scarred face hanging.
The smile frozen in his sleep seems to be dreaming of the palace of marriage.
Several goshawks hovered in mid-air, letting out a creepy scream, indicting the evils of war