A group of jackals came to our territory.
It has no humanity
That's vicious.
Use them to invade and expand with wolf ambitions.
Burning and looting along the way
Crazy as a beast
Occupy our home.
Kill our people.
Spoil our wives and children.
Destroy our children
Just like animals.
The land in the three northeastern provinces is a river of blood.
There are bodies everywhere.
The homeland is already full of cemeteries.
70 years ago, there were a group of bloody idiots.
They are not afraid of losing their heads.
They are not afraid of bloodshed.
They carried anti-Japanese flags.
Humiliation, fear, pain and despair
Into bullets.
Put it in the angry gun.
Pull the trigger of anger at the devil who shows his teeth.
The bullet looks like it has eyes.
Into the chest of the Japanese aggressors.
Golden grenades are full of dignity and strength.
Bloody children are not timid.
No trembling
They jumped on the werewolf's chariot.
Jump to werewolf camp
Turn into a fire with your own beliefs.
Fireworks exploded among wolves.
They walked all the way.
Over the blocked ridge.
Break through bloody obstacles
Use the body of the person who fell in front to pad his feet.
Wave after wave jumped on the jackal.
Fall in front of faith one by one.
The man in the back who is not afraid of death fought bloody battles.
wipeout
They left their survival to their comrades behind them.
Until the red flag is inserted into the heart of the jackal.
The shame of 70 years ago has always been in my heart.
I want to find courage in the grass.
I want to go to the river to purify my soul.
I want to go to the snow-capped mountains to exercise.
I want to go to Yan 'an cave to find a bright red flag.
at present
A hymn written in the blood of a hero.
Still singing in my heart
What do you mean, beating a jackal?
Often echoes in the ear.
A monument cast with the blood of martyrs.
Has always inspired us to fight for a well-off society.