Rise From Eight Hundred

This may be the most thrilling scene since the Battle of Sihang Warehouse.

Because of the body of a soldier who died in the battle, people kept jumping into the river, being shot to death by machine guns, and then followed.

The Chinese people, deeply influenced by the traditional concept of "the dead are the greatest and should be buried in peace", wrote a song of Chinese stubbornness with their lives and blood on this river bank, to the crazy Japanese invaders, to the Chinese soldiers with tears in their eyes, and to the dumbfounded Westerners.

Tan Tai Mingyue was also in the crowd.

When she saw this scene, she ran downstairs, threw off her leather boots, and planned to rush to the river bank like those tribesmen who rushed to death without hesitation.

She was stopped, stopped by the Chinese.

Chinese men have not died yet, it is not the turn of women, this is what the round-faced boss of the theater said almost with a ferocious face.

After that, he led a few men to the river bank, and they carried the big drum that Yue Changqing, the first to jump into the river, had beaten.

"Soul! Come back!" They beat the drums and screamed loudly.

Behind them, more people stood up.

As Tan Tai Ming Yue wrote in her diary: "I was stopped by the old men and women and could no longer move forward. I was getting farther and farther away from those middle-aged people in robes or suits, or young people with a hint of childishness.

I couldn't see their appearance clearly, and I had no way of knowing whether they regretted or not at the last moment of their lives.

I only knew that the whole process took nearly five minutes, and there were no less than a hundred people jumping into the river. The Japanese invaders' machine guns kept firing, and almost no one survived. But with the number of Chinese people, why lack passionate people? Several times more people came back than before.

Thousands of people were in turmoil, and the roars of anger resounded through the sky. Seeing that a disaster was about to come, the concession military had to fire red flares to warn the Japanese, and the Japanese invaders stopped firing.

The surface of Suzhou River has turned a heart-shaking pink.

Hundreds of people salvaged the bodies of heroes and their compatriots, and nearby cloth shops sent white cloth to wrap them. , the Suzhou River bank was filled with cries, a total of 93 people died, 17 were seriously injured.

The first person to jump into the Suzhou River, Mr. Yue Changqingyue, died.

He was a teacher at Jiangnan Academy. If it weren't for this war, at this time, he should be under the golden ginkgo tree, brewing a pot of Longjing tea, and telling his students about the beauty of Chinese studies.

But, this situation will never happen again.

He and his hero lay side by side on a stretcher, bullets shot through his body, his blood was almost drained, his face was as pale as rice paper, but his hands were tightly grasping the dark blue military uniform, this was the state when they were fished out.

Corpses everywhere! I stood among the remains that were constantly wrapped in white cloth by the people, my eyes were filled with tears, and I was trembling all over.

Because I smelled a hint of the taste of our Chinese nation.

Some people say, "There is no China after Yashan, and there is no China after the fall of the Ming Dynasty! "There are even many spineless people who use this sentence to whitewash themselves.

Yes, after the Battle of Yashan, there were 100,000 corpses floating on the surging sea. They were the most courageous group of people in ancient China.

However, the backbone of China was not broken because of this.

Today, these 100 people, these hundreds of people, these thousands of people can testify that my nation, my national spirit, is here.

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This battlefield diary of Tan Tai Mingyue was transmitted to newspapers in major cities in China through telegrams in the evening and was published by major newspapers. Moreover, it did not appear in the morning newspaper of the next day, but was directly printed and sold by newsboys in the evening.

At 8 o'clock that night, the whole of China knew the situation from the small battlefield of Songhu.

'My national spirit, he is here! 'This sentence has inspired countless Chinese people.

Since November 1st, countless young people have said goodbye to their parents and relatives, carried simple bags on their backs, and walked to the nearest recruitment point.

The two tough middle-aged men, the major general and the lieutenant colonel, did not change their expressions when they saw the warehouse being blown to pieces and their soldiers being blown away by the air wave.

But when they saw the people jumping into the river one after another and being shot by the Japanese machine guns, they covered their faces and cried out in grief.

The tears of the two toughest soldiers were not for the death of their own people, but for the fact that they could not protect them, but they had to protect them with their lives.

They violated their duties.

The duty of a soldier!

"Although it is difficult for me to understand the behavior of your people and I think it is extremely stupid, I still have to admit that they moved me." The eyes of the brigadier general of the British Empire were also wet, which was a rare sentimentality.

Three minutes later, when the concession coalition forces that re-entered the fortifications were in place, Brigadier General Smallett, the commander of the concession coalition forces, took the risk and ordered to fire three red flares to the Japanese army, representing the highest level of warning.

This also became the main reason why Brigadier General Smallett resigned and returned to the British Empire three months later.

But the old man still believed in his autobiography that this was one of the most correct orders he had ever given.

He also gained the friendship of the whole of China.

Decades later, when he passed away at the age of 90, the future China sent a special telegram of condolence.

As for the defenders in the warehouse who were fighting the Japanese army, they only discovered this scene a few minutes later.

Tang Dao, who had already killed many people, was furious.

He abandoned the attacking Japanese army and moved the only machine gun used to stop the enemy to the left wing, firing wildly at the trench that fired at the Suzhou River, suppressing all the Japanese troops in the trench.

Then, the two mortars that were originally well hidden were moved to the roof at great risk and fired wildly at the 30-meter-long trench.

In order to hunt down the murderer who killed his own people, the two mortars almost used up their last shells, a full 40 shells, just for two light machine guns and a few Japanese shooters.

From a tactical choice, this is absolutely stupid. More than 30 machine gun shells and 40 mortar shells can take away at least dozens of Japanese lives, but Tang Dao, who has always been rational, still did it.

In the future jungle battles in the southwest, in order to carry back the remains of a comrade, Chinese soldiers even paid the price of an entire infantry squad being killed in battle.

If the Chinese people can repay the army with their lives, then what if the soldiers repay them with their lives?

The crazy Chinese artillery finally avenged their people. The crazy shells killed two light machine guns, four machine gunners and the Japanese squadron leader who gave the order hiding in the trenches.

That was fine, it just cost a lot to kill a few Japanese soldiers.

What really horrified the Japanese was that the Chinese, whose minds were already unclear after being stimulated, did the craziest thing when they found that their grenades could no longer reach them in the blind spot.

They actually started to throw cluster grenades with more than a dozen grenades tied together, and even giant explosive packs with two or three explosive packs tied together.

Even in the building, they dared to use it like this, as if they were not in this building.

This is the rhythm of dying together! It feels like several load-bearing columns on the first floor were blown off, and the building was also shaky, and it was unknown when it would collapse.

Crazy, crazy, Chinese are all crazy.

What crazy people are most afraid of is meeting even crazier people.

The Japanese army finally retreated like a tide.

The battle of the day finally ended.

At that moment, the setting sun was blood-red!

The Japanese colonel was vomiting blood!

The 36th Infantry Regiment was bleeding heavily! It was not because of childbirth!