Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 136 Lieutenant Colonel's Pride
Was it the garrison in the concession that was stunned?

When 30 seconds passed, a fire flashed on the north side of the Suzhou River Bridge.

"Boom!" A loud noise spread throughout the battlefield and the small half of the concession.

Jiro Wakibata, who was waiting for his own spies hiding in the concession to fire a signal flare to launch a cover attack on the prey he had chosen, froze for a moment.

"Searchlights! Turn on all the searchlights, I want to see what the Chinese are doing?" Wakibajiro quickly responded and ordered.

The six large searchlights that had been set up gradually turned on, and the six clear lampposts illuminated the Suzhou Creek behind the Sixing Warehouse as bright as day.

Not to mention the Sixing Warehouse and the not-so-wide Suzhou River, even the dirty faces of the Chinese soldiers who just got up from the ground and stood on the opposite side can be seen clearly.

The stone-made Suzhou Creek Bridge, which was once quite spacious enough for two cars to walk side by side, has only half of the bridge deck and a few thick piers lying across the river.

"Hachi! Where's the bridge?" Wakibanjiro was dumbfounded.

Until this moment, he hadn't realized that it was the Chinese who blew up the bridge.

"The Chinese have all crossed the river!" Makino Jun's face was full of sadness.

You don't even need to look at the number of Chinese people standing by the river. If the bridge is blown up, they must all have crossed the river.

As for why the spies that had been negotiated beforehand didn't fire the flare at the right time, it might be some unknown error.

But the Chinese just cross the river when they cross the river, why blow up the bridge?Is it still afraid that there will be pursuers chasing them from the bridge and killing them?Isn't this the only way to go to the concession?

The Japanese army commander is still in a daze to force the death path he designed for his opponent to disappear, and the Japanese army lieutenant commander still has an unexplainable question in his mind.

Two flares hit the Japanese position on the left.

The Japanese position stretched all the way to the edge of the trench by the river. Six heavy machine guns were lined up. The machine gunners were already in place, and the long springboards had been inserted.

Suddenly being placed under the light like this, the surprised expressions on the faces of the Japanese machine gunners who had been pulling the triggers of the machine guns in the dark and getting ready for all shooting looked very funny in the binoculars.

The funny thing is not that the Japanese machine gunners immediately raised their machine guns and hid in the trenches.

After all, after the lesson of last night, the most normal result after the flares passed was a mortar attack.

This time, they learned a lot.

Funny, it's actually Colonel James' face that changes color.

The white and greasy that is unique to Caucasians turned red in an instant, as if he was about to transform into Guan Gong.

That is the expression of blood rushing to the head.

Ashamed, angry, and angry!

The interweaving of various complex emotions.

In front of the Chinese general, he swore on behalf of the Brigadier General that by communicating with the headquarters of the dispatched Japanese army, the Japanese army would never attack, otherwise it would be humiliating the empire on which the sun never sets, which is absolutely unforgivable.

Now, the Chinese have fulfilled their promise, mostly retreating and surrendering their heavy weapons.

But what about the Japanese?Once again, they shamelessly tore up the verbal agreement, rubbing the dignity of the empire on which the sun never sets.

To put it bluntly, they are a fart. Those Japanese lunatics don't take them seriously at all. If they don't shoot at this side, they are giving the sky a big face.

"Fuck, Niger, LAOLAO!" Colonel James, who was a bit high, jumped up and cursed.

Mixed Chinese and British cursing, but no one laughed.

The lieutenant colonel stood in front of his soldiers and also stood opposite his soldiers, shedding two lines of tears rarely.

Only this time, instead of being sad, he raised his face and let the tears roll down, flow down his cheeks, slip past the corners of his mouth, and hit the ground.

He is proud!
He was proud of the company commander of his main force, and his prediction was accurate again, even so accurate that the timing of the Japanese army's choice of attack was not bad at all.

Everything under the flares has proved that the Japanese army who had suffered a lot was just waiting, waiting for the last wave of soldiers crossing the bridge who had lost their heavy equipment to appear.

At that time, there was no ability to fight back, no cover, only a race against death.

However, with a length of more than 30 meters, can they run past six heavy machine guns?

No one in a hundred.

Of course, he is even more proud of the fact that those two excellent and brilliant subordinates not only have smart minds, but also have the heart of a warrior who is not afraid of death.

It is true that after discovering the shameless attack of the Japanese army, the usual practice is for the strong men to cut off their wrists, choose to leave a part of the dead, and use the warehouse fortifications to shoot at the Japanese army to suppress the opponent's firepower, so that the other part can escape by luck.

Although there might not be many surviving that way, the whole army will not be wiped out.

But the capable subordinates who made him proud did not do this, they would not leave anyone behind, they would live together, and die together.

With the whole army shrinking and re-defending the fortress, they will let the Japanese soldiers who want to steal chickens know what it means to steal chickens without losing money.

Even if there were only more than a hundred people, the 36th Wing would have to pay an unbearable price if they wanted to take it down.

Really, he had never been so proud, proud of his soldiers.

Behind the lieutenant colonel, Qin Ruoyu was perhaps the only officer who did not shed tears.

In fact, he already knew the ending five hours ago.

Before Tang Dao took over the position of company commander, he didn't have much contact with Tang Dao, but it didn't mean that he didn't admire this colleague who was younger than him.

Tang Dao's powerful individual skills are hard to come by, but his precise prediction of the battlefield situation is the real reason why this young second lieutenant, who has graduated from the military academy for only two years, admires him deeply.

Qin Ruoyu always remembered that the white-haired middle-aged man named 'Baili' who used to be the principal of their school said at their graduation meeting: One person is strong, but one is not strong. In the future, no matter what position you hold, you will be alone. The soldiers of the platoon are like a whole, like this in a company, in a battalion, and in a regiment. This is what the teacher expects of you.

Qin Ruoyu, who has been in the Imperial Forest Army for two years, has always wanted to achieve what that person said. He put down the airs of a high-achieving student, lived and lived with the top soldiers, and had a deep and harmonious relationship, but he always felt that he was still a little short of that person's requirements.

It wasn't until he met Tang Dao in the warehouse and watched Tang Dao rise from a sergeant Qingyun to become his immediate superior that he realized that to make an army a whole is like one person. As the leader of this army, he must be strong enough,

Strong enough to make one's own people look up to, and the enemy despairs.

Only such a person can bring victory. Victory after victory is the best fusion agent, so that those soldiers are willing to give their lives to you, even if they know that the road ahead is a dead end, they will follow you closely.

I'm afraid no one would know that, with such an almost adoring mentality, Qin Ruoyu's obedience to Tang Dao was no less than that of Tang Dao's hardcore fan brother Leng Feng.

But Qin Ruoyu didn't expect that five hours ago, Tang Dao interviewed three platoon leaders one by one, and he was the last one in line.

In the secret room with only the two of them, Tang Dao frankly analyzed the situation of the evening retreat, and asked him to lead the second row to leave, and he would stick to the four-row warehouse with the first row and the third row.

Without asking why, Qin Ruoyu knew that Tang Dao would explain to him.

"The company needs seeds! Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to explain to Company Commander Shangguan, this is just one of them.

Second, and most importantly, I need you and the second platoon to protect the safety of several officers.

Because you seem to be safe in the concession, but you will actually suffer inhuman ordeals. Some people may not fear life and death on the battlefield, but long-term ordeals and bleak prospects will make people lose their vigor and eventually deteriorate.

Ruoyu, Leng Feng is too rigid, Li Jiujin is more than cautious and lacks vigor, but you are the only one who hides needles, looks like a bookish spirit, but is actually the most tenacious, and can take on this heavy responsibility. "Tang Dao looked at his second platoon leader completely.

"In this letter, I have already stated which people's changes you need to pay attention to, and you can seek help from those people." After Tang Dao took out a letter and handed it to Qin Ruoyu, seeing that it was still difficult to accept, he finally sighed tone.

"What's more, we are not destined to die. This war will last for a long time. We will still meet if we have the chance."

This sentence was the last straw that crushed Qin Ruoyu not wanting to live alone, and could only accept the order with tears in his eyes.

Now, his officers and brothers have followed the established plan and escaped the deadly trap that the Japanese army had planned for a long time, proving once again that Tang Dao is nothing to lose.

He shouldn't be crying.

However, a huge worry still hangs over his heart.

There are more than 100 of them, how can they resist the violent attack of the Japanese army tomorrow?Can they really meet again?
Compared with the deep sorrow of the Chinese soldiers here, the Japanese army, which was originally ready to reap the enemy's life and was overjoyed, may not be less worried.

(End of this chapter)