12.9 guerrilla song recitation

We are all sharpshooters. Every bullet will destroy an enemy. We are all flying troops. Even if the mountains are high and the roads are deep, the camps of comrades-in-arms are arranged everywhere in the dense forest. On the high hill, there are countless good brothers who have no food or clothes. The enemy sent us forward without guns or cannons. The enemy made us grow up here. Every inch of land is our own. No matter who takes it, we will fight him to the end, no matter how fierce the Japanese robbers are. Our brothers are really brave, even enemies. If the guns can't find our trace and shadow, the enemy can run around and crash into our position. The longer the enemy's front, the bigger our team, rich or poor. 40 million compatriots, armed or not, were not assigned to fight with us. Japanese robbers are bound to die and see the final victory day. World peace is coming. We are all sharpshooters. Every bullet will destroy an enemy. We are all flying troops, even if the mountains are high and deep, they are arranged everywhere in the dense forest. The volunteer's camp is on a high mountain. There are countless good brothers who have no food or clothes to wear. The enemy sent us forward without guns or cannons. The enemy built us and grew up here. Every inch of land is our own. Whoever tries to take it, we will fight him to the end. We will fight him to the end.