Rise From Eight Hundred

Jiro Wakiita would of course vomit blood.

The most complete organization of the entire 36th Infantry Regiment at present is the supervision team of the infantry squadron directly under his regiment headquarters.

The warehouse defenders probably had high hopes for them, and they didn't even fire a bullet at the supervision team that was 300 meters close to the front line.

And they lived up to expectations. At least one infantry squad fell under their guns.

Kimura Shaoxiong was somewhat embarrassed. He came to supervise the battle as a representative of the brigade commander and the division, and it was not without tactical guidance.

But under some of his immature suggestions, the 36th Infantry Regiment actually fought like this, and was forcibly turned into an infantry battalion in front of his eyes.

Kimura Shaoxiong slightly regretted that if he hadn't been so pretentious when he first arrived and said that those Chinese were real warriors, and just pretended not to hear it, and let Jiro Wakiita order a machine gun to shoot them, wouldn't it be so miserable?

There is no "if" in the world. In fact, the depressed Japanese officers also knew that even if they really killed the dozen Chinese soldiers who survived the hand-to-hand combat, the outcome of the bloody battle in the afternoon would probably not be much better.

Not to mention that the Chinese soldiers were crazy, even the Chinese people were crazy.

When they received the report from Yin Teng Zhongji: hundreds of Chinese corpses floating in the river, they still cannot be abandoned!

The Japanese officers in the regiment felt a chill from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads. This seemed to be no longer the Chinese in their impression.

However, regardless of whether the Chinese had unexpected changes, the 36th Infantry Regiment had been crippled. Looking at the pale and somewhat dazed Jiro Wakiita, Kimura Shaoxiong knew that the future of his colleague was doomed. After this battle, taking off his military uniform and retiring home was his best ending.

"Jiro, I have witnessed the bravery of the warriors of the 36th Infantry Regiment, but because the enemy's fortress is strong and the losses are heavy, it is better to report to the brigade headquarters and transfer the 37th Regiment to continue attacking the Sihang Warehouse. You and the 36th Infantry Regiment should rest for the time being!" Kimura Shaoxiong thought for a moment and suggested.

As the chief of staff of the brigade who came to supervise the battle, this is already a face-giving statement.

"No, Mr. Kimura, my 36th Infantry Regiment will continue the attack tomorrow morning. If my regiment has not conquered the Chinese position before sunset tomorrow, I will lead all the officers of the 36th Regiment to take up our command swords and apologize to His Majesty the Emperor." Jiro Wakiita rejected the suggestion with a pair of bloodshot eyes.

Those eyes, like a wounded lone wolf, are resolute, fierce, and chilling.

If you want to die, don't drag everyone with you! Makino Shun almost cried when he heard this cruel word.

According to the analysis of the battle situation in the past few days, unless the Chinese are consumed bit by bit, it is not certain that the Sihang Warehouse can be conquered tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

If possible, he even has the ambition to secretly stab this stupid lackey in the dark at night.

"Even so, it depends on the battle tomorrow." Seeing that Jiro Wakiita said so resolutely, Kimura Shaoxiong certainly couldn't say anything else.

Anyway, he was ordered to come here just to supervise the battle and see if Jiro Wakiita and others were passive and lazy. Since they were so desperate, his duty had been fulfilled. Even if the guy in front of him had lost power, there was no need to offend him again.

However, there was a sense of sadness in the concession.

Hosted and funded by the middle-aged man in black, with the consent of the family members, the bodies of the 93 people who died in the river and the bodies of Yang Xiaobo, a private of the second squad of the third platoon of the first company of the 524th regiment who was salvaged from the river were placed in the theater not far from the Sihang Warehouse.

And this place was used as a mourning hall to accept condolences from all walks of life.

For this reason, almost all the coffin shops in the concession heard the news and sent coffins made of the best wood in their shops, almost without asking for money.

Yue Changqing's only son Yue Yiman, perhaps because the middle-aged man in black was concerned about his status, gave the crying mother and son enough resettlement money, and then he personally introduced him to a lady named Dong Zhujun who worked hard alone in Songhu and was very successful as his adopted son.

Tan Tai Mingyue, who was guarding the coffins for the soldiers and volunteers, accepted Yue Yiman as his disciple on behalf of his father, a famous calligrapher and painter in Jiangnan, and the lieutenant colonel of the army who brought all his officers and lieutenants to the mourning hall personally presented his pistol---Browning pistol to the mother and son as a memorial.

With the guarantee of the military, culture and business, this five-year-old child who lost his father at a young age not only had no worries about food and clothing, but also had a bright future.

The celebrities who came to the funeral hall to pay their respects also made a decision after discussion to jointly invest and set up a charity fund. The funds raised by the fund will be used for the future life of the parents and children of all the victims in this incident. If there is any surplus, it will be used to relieve the living needs of the refugees in the concession.

Perhaps no one present would have thought that this foundation established in a hurry would grow and become one of the largest foundations in the world in the future. The scope of use of the funds raised has expanded from refugees to disaster victims, from the concession to the whole of China.

Its later president Yue Yiman was famous all over the world and had visited countless countries, but he never set foot in Japan in his life.

A Japanese reporter interviewed him and bluntly said that he could not let go of the grudges he had committed decades ago and that he was too narrow-minded to achieve greater success. However, he smiled faintly: "My mother often told me when she was alive that the men of the Yue family can be ordinary people, but they cannot be ordinary people." As a slave of a foreign race, my father left in a hurry, so I didn’t receive much teaching from him. But before my father died at the gunpoint of the Japanese pirates, I remembered his last words: Son, grow up quickly. Big! Do you know what this means?"

The reporter shook his head slightly.

"Because he hopes that his five-year-old son will soon grow as tall as a rifle, so that he can pick up the gun and kill the enemy. Do you understand?" The old man, who is already over eighty years old, suddenly burst into tears in his cloudy eyes. Out of the light.

The Japanese reporter remained silent and left in a hurry.

That scene more than seventy years ago was as clear to a five-year-old child as if it happened yesterday.

How can it be so easy to forget the hatred between the country and the family? If it were that easy, who could the grievances of the hundreds of thousands of undead underground in Jinling be appealed to? If it were that easy, China would no longer be China.

China's generosity will never be given to wolves.

The anxious Chinese will turn into beasts.

Just like now, Tang Dao and more than a hundred soldiers were the most ferocious beasts, biting and scaring an infantry regiment that could resist the attack of an infantry division. They almost didn't have the strength to lick their own wounds in the dark night. .

In order to prevent the remaining Chinese defenders from escaping, the Japanese army mobilized almost all their strength, lit bonfires along the shore, and used 10 searchlights protected by metal mesh to illuminate all sides of the warehouse, including the Suzhou River. Like day.

There is no need to light up the lights in the warehouse, the light is enough, which makes everyone no longer have to go into the dark, but it will affect their sleep.

Until dawn.

At six o'clock in the morning, when the sky had just turned light, more than 300 Japanese infantrymen were driven by officers at all levels and crawled towards the warehouse from all directions.

It's still the same as the third one, with various cannons and machine guns. After one round of coverage, it's the infantry's turn, without any new ideas.

Only this time, there was a new change in the reaction in the warehouse.

The Japanese infantry were thirty meters away. Except for a "military flag" that had been replaced by a dark blue rag strip above the warehouse and was still fluttering in the wind, the warehouse was completely silent.

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