Rise From Eight Hundred

Huge consternation.

As a result, the entire audience remained silent for more than ten seconds.

Until the helmet, which was spinning in the mud with the force of its downward thrust, was completely silent.

"Haha!" The middle-aged man in a suit suddenly laughed wildly.

"Haha, I finally killed his little grandson!" The rickshaw driver also laughed loudly.

All the Chinese people are laughing, laughing like crazy.

Of course they have to laugh.

The Japanese were still ruling the world one moment, but at this moment they are collectively going to hell.

The Chinese are just the opposite.

Heaven and hell are really just a thought away.

However, there were still many Chinese people who did not laugh. They cried amidst the overwhelming laughter of the people in the audience.

Including the middle-aged man in a suit, who was smiling, but there were two lines of tears quietly hanging on his face.

Until the end, he squatted on the ground and cried loudly, like a child whose toy had been robbed.

This made the rickshaw driver, who was smiling so much that his face was wrinkled, a little overwhelmed. He carefully pulled this fellow who was far above him in social status but still kind-hearted: "Sir, what's wrong? Are you crying?" What! Aren’t all the Japanese soldiers killed?”

When the middle-aged man in a suit heard this, he cried out in sorrow. After a while, he wiped his tears and said, "Explosives must be detonated by people."

"What?" The rickshaw driver obviously still didn't understand what the fellow countryman meant.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that the smile on his face gradually stiffened that he finally figured it out.

"You mean, they still have people in the building, hiding in the wall and waiting for all the Japanese to enter the building before detonating the explosives?" The rickshaw driver also sounded a little crying in his question.

"Yes!" The middle-aged man in a suit slowly stood up, looking deeply at the Sihang Warehouse that had collapsed into ruins, and muttered to himself.

"Old Zhou, do you know? Before yesterday, I didn't believe that those Japanese would fight with their lives. Even if those coffins were there, I still felt that there was an element of showmanship in it, but I believe it now. They They are so tough and worthy of the lives of those lying in the coffin."

"Mr. Zhang, I don't know whether what you said is worth it or not, and I don't know how to respond to you." The rickshaw driver shook his head dully. "It's just, shouldn't they be retreating? Why do you still say they have someone in the building?"

"Hey! The Japanese are not stupid. Didn't you see that they searched for a long time before entering the building?" The middle-aged man in a suit sighed. "The fire couldn't have started for no reason, and the explosives couldn't have been detonated so smoothly. I think they must have someone hiding in a dark room in the building that the Japanese couldn't search, so they could kill the Japanese invaders just right. "

"Is he the dead man in the play?" the rickshaw driver said blankly.

"Yes, Death Soldier!"

The rickshaw driver's mouth was split open, tears streaming down his rough cheeks. He was stunned for a long time, then he knelt down facing Sihang Warehouse and shouted loudly: "Brother, you go forward, let's go home!"

Calling the soul is a custom in his hometown.

However, the only people who can make a thirty-year-old man kneel on his knees are close relatives and elders.

The middle-aged man in a suit also knelt down and kowtowed three times towards the ruins of the Sihang Warehouse.

The Sixing Warehouse is like a giant steel tomb, the tomb of national warriors, and the hundreds of Japanese invaders buried in it are nothing more than sacrifices.

Many people reacted, and whether they were dignitaries or traffickers, they fell to their knees, while the women were deeply blessed.

The Army Major General and Army Lieutenant Colonel in the distance both had tears in their eyes and raised their right arms in a military salute.

That was them, paying their comrades the highest courtesy as a soldier and also a farewell gift.

People have to detonate explosives. Ordinary people understand this. How come soldiers don’t? At least a few people stayed in the warehouse to carry out this fatal plan.

But, what about the rest of the people? Where did it go? they do not know.

They had been at the edge of the concession all night and knew that the Four Elements Army had not retreated, at least, not to the concession.

However, compared to the tearful appearance of the Army Major General, the Army Lieutenant Colonel actually showed some restraint.

It was not because he knew that there were tunnels dug into the warehouse. The two special tunnels used to divert water to restrain the Japanese army were only thirty meters long at most. They had no ventilation facilities and no upward exits.

Now, the Sihang Warehouse has completely collapsed, covering more than 20 meters of the surrounding ground. Staying in the tunnel is undoubtedly asking for death.

But he knew that the warehouse army was not dead because Tang Dao was there.

Although he believed somewhat blindly, he also had reasons to convince himself.

Looking at the entire Songhu battlefield, Tang Dao's various techniques and tactics are powerful. Although he is not the second choice, in fact, Tang Dao's most powerful thing is his mind. His clear grasp of the direction of the entire battlefield makes the army lieutenant colonel, who graduated from Huangpu, Top students can only take the next step, and that is what he values ​​​​most about Tang Dao.

How could such a person lead hundreds of people to dig their own graves?

However, he would not say these words to the Army Major General who was still immersed in grief.

Because, only when all of them are 'dead' can he help them get treatment through the division headquarters, which is the treatment of soldiers.

They violated the order, but they did not disobey the order because they wanted to live, they wanted to die for this country.

If they were alive, even if they had made great contributions, those bigwigs would have made excuses by saying "We can't set a precedent, otherwise the army of the whole country can follow suit." But now that they are all dead, it is naturally impossible to use this as an excuse.

If you want to follow suit, it's fine. Just die one person, and take a Japanese colonel and hundreds of Japanese soldiers with you.

Sure enough, the emotionally excited Army Major General immediately sent a telegram to the 88th Division Headquarters, strongly demanding that Tang Dao, Lei Xiong, and the hundreds of soldiers who had not arrived in the concession, whom he had been cursing yesterday, be reinstated and given normal treatment for death in battle. Otherwise, he would quit as the Major General Chief of Staff and stay in the Concession Garrison Command as a translator.

Don't tell me, because of the battle of Sihang Warehouse, Brigadier General Smallett admired the Major General and the Army Lieutenant Colonel very much. If they took off their military uniforms, the Concession would definitely have to give them a senior advisor, especially at this critical juncture when the Japanese army had hundreds of thousands of troops stationed in Songhu.

A hundred or so people killed nearly a thousand Japanese soldiers, and in the end they dragged a Japanese colonel and hundreds of Japanese invaders to their graves. This is a great achievement. Looking at the entire Battle of Shanghai, how many troops can have such a brilliant battle?

In addition, the Army Major General said that not only the 88th Division Headquarters would not be careless, but even the Songhu War Zone Command did not dare to neglect it, and the telegram went straight to the Jinling Military and Political Department.

As for the result, we can only wait.

Unlike the Chinese who stood quietly on the river bank with mixed feelings, the Japanese who were still alive were left with full sadness.

Except for a small number of guard troops, hundreds of Japanese soldiers dropped their swords and guns and rushed to the concrete ruins as high as ten meters with single-soldier engineer shovels, trying to dig up the ruins to save people.

Not only were there clearly audible groans of pain in the ruins, but also 80% of the officers and soldiers of their entire 36th Infantry Regiment were in it, and most importantly, the regiment flag given by His Majesty the Emperor himself was buried in it.

According to the unwritten rules of the Japanese Army, if the regiment flag is captured, then the regiment organization can be removed from the army sequence.

It is precisely because of this rule that even if the Japanese infantry regiment is surrounded and about to be annihilated, the so-called "burning" procedure will be carried out.

That is, the military flag is burned, and the golden flag crown is buried somewhere randomly, so that it is not considered to be captured.

In the past, in the thousands of battles of all sizes in the entire Patriotic War, the Chinese army also defeated many Japanese infantry regiments, but did not capture a single Japanese infantry regiment. The two infantry regiments of the Japanese army that died in battle also burned all the regiment flags before they were annihilated, and the golden flag crowns were also buried in the wild, which was already the most glorious record of the Chinese army.

But now, although the regiment flag was not actually captured by the Chinese, it was buried in the ruins created by the Chinese. It would be strange if the Japanese infantrymen were not angry.

Unfortunately, once a large reinforced concrete building like the Sihang Warehouse collapses, let alone using an engineer shovel, even in the next 70 years, humans with all kinds of large excavators and cranes can only sigh at the ruins in the face of such a collapse.

Colonel Kimura Shaoxiong, who has not yet walked far, understands this point much better than ordinary Japanese soldiers.

He stared at the ruins with a dull face for a long time, and sighed: "From now on, there will be no 36th Infantry Regiment in the Imperial Army sequence."

The fate of the Japanese army buried in the ruins is doomed. Even if they don't die now, they will take their last breath in darkness and loneliness.

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