Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 114 Who to fight for!

"Sir, according to your requirements, the depth is four meters, supported by sleepers. The brothers are working in shifts to dig, and now it has extended to about 20 meters outside the warehouse." Wang Changhe, the new squad leader, stood out of the queue and reported to Tang Dao.

"Only 20 meters?" Tang Dao frowned, walked out of the room to listen to the gunshots that had faded outside, and said in a cold voice: "Before the Japanese army has attacked yet, let the brothers on the battlefield replace the tired brothers first , to speed up the excavation progress.”

"Yes!" Although Wang Changhe replied resolutely, there was a hint of hesitation on his face.

"Sir, there is too much underground water in Songhu, the water in the tunnel is waist deep now, not to mention it is too difficult to dig, and people can't stay there for a long time!"

Speaking of Tang Dao's hobby of digging tunnels, it really makes people scratch their heads. It's okay to introduce water from the Suzhou Creek into the warehouse. It is hoped that people from the concession will sneak in directly through the passage, and they can also deliver water to the warehouse. As long as the sentries are arranged to be on duty at night, even if the Japanese know that there is this passage, they will come one to die and one to die.

But since the Japanese army started shelling in the morning, Tang Dao organized several infantry companies to take turns to dig out the tunnel outside the warehouse. What the hell?Could it be that they want to dig tunnels all the way to the Japanese positions hundreds of meters away, and set them up with a huge landmine?
Not to mention that all the 400 people in the first battalion would not be able to dig through even if they took turns to dig out their arms with shovels and picks, so what if they did?

Not to mention that the Japanese have a broad field, the key is that they think they are stupid?They are all digging people's feet, can they not be alert?

If the tunnel collapses due to the explosion and vibration of the shell, it is more likely that the brothers who are still digging hard will be buried alive, and even the gods will not be able to save it.

This Squad Leader Wang's military service is not very long, five years in the army, but he also has enough combat experience. From his understanding, spending a lot of manpower and material resources to dig such a tunnel is harmful but not beneficial.

Tang Dao's footsteps paused slightly, and he didn't turn his head: "Too much water? That just saves trouble. Pass my order, as long as the Japanese army keeps attacking, continue to dig forward until it reaches about 25 meters and then move horizontally Digging."

Then he strode out.

Headquarters on the fourth floor.

The lieutenant colonel looked out the window with his hands behind his back.

Not a battlefield, but a concession.

During the day, the people gathered on the south bank of the Suzhou River to watch the battle almost went crazy!
From morning to dusk, watching the Japanese pirates' fierce offensive wave after wave, disintegrated again and again under the more determined and violent counterattacks of their own troops, the mood of the people gradually rose to the extreme.

I don't know when, and who among the crowd shouted first, and in an instant, thousands of people shouted again consciously or unconsciously. It took only one cigarette, and the scene gathered again. It became a scalp-numbingly loud sound.

"Down with Japanese imperialism!"

"Long live the Chinese nation!"

"Arise, you who will not be slaves!"

"Big knife, cut off the heads of the devils!"

All kinds of slogans and singing sounds, just like the folk songs that Guangxi people love most, singing here and there.

How long did the gunfire on the Sixing Warehouse rang, and how long did the shouts of the people resound in the sky? The huge noise still did not stop, and the anger of the people even surpassed the first day.

Because, the number of people gathered in various blocks on the south bank of the Suzhou River was as high as tens of thousands, several times that of yesterday.

The Concession Allied Forces began to set up barricades and cordons in blocks more than 30 meters from the river bank to prevent the people from appearing on the river bank again, so as to prevent the Japanese from beeping and saying that they would interfere with their fighting.

But the Chinese stand on the street and yell twice, so you can't say that they are not allowed to yell!Why, I really thought that your country in Japan was number one in the world!
At least one infantry battalion has set up field fortifications or barbed wire fences along the 2000 meters along the coast, but for the first time, the blue eyes with live ammunition did not point their guns at the Chinese in suits, leather shoes, ragged clothes, or green robes. .

They are afraid that it will stimulate tens of thousands of Chinese people whose adrenaline is about to explode, and they are afraid that they will go crazy and go crazy.

But there is also respect, because they can see that this group of ordinary Chinese civilians who spend their days obediently under the batons and rifles have light in their eyes, hope, and excitement.
And the lone Chinese army, who was fighting bloody battles a hundred meters away, told these blue-eyed people who thought they were from a high-dimensional civilization with facts that the Chinese should not die, even they are afraid of themselves.

The Japanese have been beaten to tears.

As soldiers, they feel the cruelty of the battlefield close at hand, and they can understand the feelings of the Japanese army.

Even, they not only admired the victors, but also admired the Japanese who were beaten and cried. If it were them, they would have ceased the war and found another way. Just.

Really, good. Stupid!

After the lieutenant colonel received all the casualty statistics in the warehouse at dusk, he stood at the window of the command headquarters, quietly watching the people who were still shouting outside the window.

No one knows what the supreme commander is thinking.

Perhaps, he is trying to find a reason for his soldiers to sacrifice!
Because of those people, it's all worth it.

"Report!" Tang Dao stood at the door.

"Come on, smoke a cigarette with me!" The lieutenant colonel said softly without turning his head.

The two lit a cigarette each, and stood quietly like this, looking at the bustling city and the crowds of people opposite, neither of them said a word.

"Brother who died, have you made arrangements?" The lieutenant colonel's eyes were covered by blue smoke, and there was indescribable sadness.

Although I have decided to sacrifice, when the sacrifice comes, it will still be a sad topic.

"All washed their bodies and wrapped them in white cloths, and each of them has their home address with them. I hope the one who transports them out at night will keep their promise." Tang Dao replied.

"Okay, tell your brothers about this, don't worry!" The lieutenant colonel nodded.

"Also, let me tell my brothers that I just received an order. After learning about the victory over the Japanese aggressors again today, the theater command decided to report to the Military and Political Department to promote the ranks of the entire warehouse army to one level."

"Hehe, what's the use of the chiefs of the headquarters playing this set of stupid things? Can he eat the military rank?" Tang Dao twitched his mouth slightly, not at all excited about his impending promotion to captain, on the contrary, he was a little excited. Very contemptuous.

This so-called reward came earlier than the previous time and space, but in Tang Dao's view, it was still the same, it was just a blank check written by those big shots to these soldiers who were destined to be abandoned.

In the past time and space, when these abandoned soldiers entered the concession, they were forced to surrender their weapons and be imprisoned in a small barracks. Not to mention the military salary, they even had to rely on donations from charitable organizations or live by themselves in the barracks for food. Redeem your belongings at the point of sale.

How cruel is that to this group of iron-blooded soldiers who have survived all battles?
More unacceptable than death is the loss of dignity.

Now, almost the same scene is happening again, it is good that Tang Dao didn't yell at those guys.

"Speak carefully!" The always strict lieutenant colonel gave him a sharp look, but for the first time, he didn't reprimand him much.

"Brothers who died in battle will be compensated by charitable organizations in the concession with donations from the public. The family allowance will be 150 oceans per person, and someone will deliver them with the remains. Please help me tell each company about this." The lieutenant colonel looked at them again. In the distance, I used this to cover up the deep sadness in my eyes.

As a mid-to-senior military officer, how could the lieutenant colonel not understand the tricks of those high-level figures?
The so-called promotion of military rank, as Tang Dao said, is just a superficial attitude to the outside world. For them at this time, it is the most useless thing, so it is better to get some benefits.

And these material rewards that can make officers and soldiers feel at ease are not made by them risking their lives to protect the government that can represent the country, but raised by the people.

This has to be said to be a strong irony, and it is even more sorrowful.

But, what about irony, and what about sadness?

Not for anything else, just for those people on the opposite side, there is a reason to continue fighting.

The two looked at each other with smiles on their faces.

Between comrades who live and die together, there are some words that can be understood without much clarification.

(End of this chapter)