A Guerra de Resistência Começa em Songhu
Vou morrer, vou morrer! Irmãos, estou atualmente no campo de batalha de Songhu, em 1937. Bem na minha frente está um pequeno tanque inimigo, mas só tenho uma faca de cozinha nas mãos. Irmãos, o que eu
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...A good many old hands online keep saying: If wealth comes, I shall indulge myself; if poverty comes, I shall change with the times; if beauty tempts me, I shall yield; if they do not beat me, I shall confess; if they beat me, I shall cry. I will swallow no hardship and do no work.
Life is no more than thirty thousand days. If I can live one day, I will live one day.
The whole point is this: once I have lain flat completely, no one can exploit me or make a fool of me.
Reform the workplace? Hell, I will not even go to work. As long as I do not think about buying a house, buying a car, starting a business, getting married, or having children, life will be wonderfully carefree.
But damn it, can someone tell me what to do now that even lying flat has become a luxury? Or what am I supposed to do if, all of a sudden, I no longer feel like lying flat?
Waiting online. It is rather urgent...
Excerpted from Hu Biao’s collected diaries, Nonsense...
As these thoughts flashed through Hu Biao’s mind with lightning speed, the situation at that moment was this:
Some forty or fifty meters ahead of a position thick with the smoke and stench of blood, a tiny enemy tank was slowly trundling toward them.
A dozen or so paces behind the tank came around forty enemy soldiers in uniforms the color of dried dung.
They carried Type 38 rifles fitted with bayonets, each rifle almost taller than the men themselves, advancing in groups of two or three.
Hu Biao could not identify the exact model of the tiny tank befor