Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 102 Raising the Flag
There was no flagpole, so the soldiers used the planks in the four-row warehouse to split them into strips, and then tied them firmly with wire.

The patchwork flagpole with a length of 10 meters stands high on the roof of the Sixing Warehouse.

At the moment when the morning glow was shining into the red sky, the lieutenant colonel himself served as the flag bearer, three infantry companies, one machine gun company and four company commanders Deng Ying and Shangguan Yun came. In addition, each company sent 25 people for a total of 100 officers and soldiers. Line up to watch the ceremony.

The first battalion commander Yang Furui led the machine gun company commander Lei Xiong and the third company commander Shi Hao to stay inside the building. Tang Dao, who was personally ordered by the lieutenant colonel not to go up to the roof, simply sat on the Lei Xiong gun company The No. 2 cannon, a captain and a lieutenant each placed at least ten springboards around them.

If the Japanese army dared to fire, the two of them would launch the fiercest counterattack since the beginning of the war. At worst, life would be over, and the Japanese army on the opposite side had to look good.

This group of Chinese soldiers who regard death as home actually thinks very clearly. If you really want to sacrifice, then come!It's just blood for blood.

Perhaps, many people will think that as the supreme commander of the Sixing Warehouse, it is not unwise for the lieutenant colonel to do so, and it can even be called stupid.

Even if you want to raise the national flag to boost the morale of the soldiers and civilians across the country, sending two soldiers to raise it in 100 seconds, and let the national flag fly high above the warehouse, you have already told the people of the whole country, why take such a big risk, put yourself and yourself The remaining more than [-] officers and soldiers were in danger.

That's because they don't understand soldiers.

Who is a soldier?A guard who defends the country.

As the lieutenant colonel of the army said forcefully in the warehouse: This flag representing our China and the Chinese nation is sacred, and it must be lifted into the sky under the military salute and reverent eyes of its defenders.

Yes, not in the military, and maybe you'll never know.

The important thing about a flag is not how its pattern flutters in the wind, but how it takes root in your heart.

On the surface, this is just a piece of silk sprayed with patterns, but in fact it represents the spiritual flag dissolved in the blood of soldiers.

If the military flag does not fall, then this position will be fought to the last person.

An army without a banner in its heart and blood cannot be called an army, but a group of rabble with weapons.

The army in northern China, which miraculously survived the great transfer of thousands of miles, had it not been for the red flag in their hearts, how could they have measured a distance of more than ten thousand miles with their legs in just one year?And how could it be possible to go through hundreds of battles while crossing snow-capped mountains and walking through grasslands and no-man's land?
This is the power brought by ideals and beliefs!And the belief of these Chinese officers and soldiers in the warehouse is to fight for the country!

This flag represents one's own country, one's own home.

In the morning light of Songhu, the national flag was rising. All the officers and soldiers who were allowed to go upstairs to watch the ceremony had already washed their faces blackened by the gunpowder with the water of Suzhou Creek, and tried their best to keep their uniforms neat. Standing at attention and saluting the military, he sang military songs in a low voice.

"Get up! The ravaged Chinese nation!

Rise up! Slaves moaning under iron hooves!
Lost land, we desperately seize it from the enemy!
Losing their family, they rushed to the enemy's battlefield together;

How much wealth we have has been robbed by the enemy;
How many of our brothers have died in this great struggle!

One day, I will settle this blood debt with the enemy!
One day, everything on the earth belongs to us!

"

A "Song of Going to War" was hummed softly by more than 100 officers and soldiers while looking at the national flag in military salute.

It wasn't just the 100 people groaning in low voices, but also the soldiers standing upright in their positions in the building.

With tears in their eyes, they spoke softly.

On the south bank of the Suzhou River, however, due to the artillery battle between the two sides, the sleeping people had already been awakened, and thousands of Chinese people had regrouped.

After fighting during the day yesterday, they had unprecedented expectations for this lone army that had been working hard to hold on and beat the Japanese army to such a miserable state. It was like the last straw in the hands of a drowning man.

In this era of insufficient education, the wisdom of the people may not have risen to the nation, but the nostalgia for the family is deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

Everyone knows that if Songhu City falls completely, these people will become completely homeless.

Their home is not on the streets of the concession, but in the city that is trembling and crying under the artillery fire.

Even if it is dilapidated, even if there are only a few tiles left, it is still a home!
Given time, they will still build a house on that land, giving elderly parents and young children a shelter from the wind and rain.

Instead of living in a corner in the concession, enduring the eyes of Westerners, relying on the pity of the rich Chinese in the concession to drink a bowl of hot porridge and a bite of noodles, living in a very humble way.

Without a home, there is no dignity.

The lone army still fighting in front of them was their last hope.

If they are there, the family is still there. If they die, the family is gone, and there will be no more.

"They're hoisting the flag!"

"They're singing military songs!"

"They will continue to fight!"

Watching the rising national flag and listening to the deep and powerful military song, the people hiding in various streets on the bank and silently waiting for the sun to rise jumped up one after another and rushed forward.

Even this time, the western coalition forces in the concession had already taken precautions, holding long guns with bayonets to prevent them from getting too far forward.

Not worried about the safety of these ragged Chinese people, but last night the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs submitted a diplomatic letter to several Western countries. The fierce protest came from the noise interference from the concession, saying that the loud noise made by the Chinese seriously disturbed them. battle.

Are the Japanese psychologically so fragile?Even the voice of the Chinese can make your legs weak?
Although the diplomatic ambassadors of several Western countries wanted to throw this disdain directly on the mustache of the serious Japanese diplomat who said ridiculous reasons, they still gave face to the obviously angry Japanese.

The Chinese people are restricted to various street corners and are not allowed to walk on the streets. It is difficult to reproduce the grand occasion of yesterday.

Facing the bayonet, the people did not move forward, nor cheered loudly, but stood quietly, looking up.

It's not that they are afraid of the bayonets of Westerners, but they all know that at this time, silence speaks louder.

The morning glow is all over the sky, and the national flag is flying high above the Sixing Warehouse, above the last position of Chinese soldiers in Songhu.

Countless Chinese people saw it.

stop!stare!Tears filled!

The Japanese saw it too.

Amidst the roar of the Japanese army commander, the Japanese army fired again.

It's a pity that from discovery to order to firing, 1 minute is enough time for the Chinese soldiers who have raised the flag to retreat back into the building.

The artillery fire hit the solid walls of the Sixing Warehouse and burst into brilliant flames, but in this extremely brilliant but cruel artillery fire, the flag belonging to China was extremely strong and fluttered in the wind.

Chaoyang finally jumped out of the horizon at this time!

The sky is bright, and the ground is also full of flames.

"Fire, strike back!" The lieutenant colonel hissed and roared.

Two machine guns and four mortars began to counterattack.

Even if their range could not reach the mountain artillery that stayed 3000 meters away, the Japanese army's position was 500 meters away.

Take my life, blow up my national flag, no way!
If you hit me all over the head, then I will also hit you with blood.

This is the answer of the Chinese soldiers when the war kicked off on October 10.

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PS: There is something wrong with the computer, and I can’t open the webpage all the time. It took an hour to fix it. The update is late, sorry!

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