Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 165 China's Backbone

Of course Wakibanjiro vomited blood.

The 36th Infantry Regiment currently has the most complete organization, and its regiment headquarters is directly under the Infantry Squadron as a supervisory team.

The warehouse defenders probably also had high hopes for them, and they didn't even shoot a single bullet at the supervising team who approached 300 meters to the front.

And they lived up to expectations. The Japanese army who fell under their guns had at least an infantry squad.

Shaoxiong Kimura was somewhat embarrassed. As the head of the brigade and division, he came to supervise the battle, not without tactical guidance.

But under some of his immature suggestions, the 36th Infantry Regiment turned out to be like this, forcibly forming an infantry brigade in front of his eyes.

Shaoxiong Kimura felt slightly regretful. If he hadn’t pretended to say that those Chinese were real warriors when he first arrived, he would have just pretended not to hear and let Jiro Wakibata order a burst of machine guns to charge them, wouldn’t it have happened? How miserable?

There are no ifs in the world. In fact, all the depressed officers of the Japanese army also know that even if they really killed the dozen or so Chinese soldiers who survived the hand-to-hand combat, the bloody battle in the afternoon might not end well.

Don't say Chinese soldiers are crazy, even those Chinese people are crazy.

When I received the report from Yin Teng's middle school: Hundreds of Chinese corpses were floating in the river, and they must not be discarded!
The Japanese officers in the regiment headquarters only felt a chill from the soles of their feet to the Tianling Gai. It seemed that they were no longer the Chinese in their impression.

However, regardless of whether the Chinese have undergone unexpected changes or not, the 36th Infantry Regiment has been disabled. Looking at Jiro Wakibata, who is already pale and dull, Shaoxiong Kimura knows that the future of his colleague is doomed Yes, after this battle, taking off his military uniform and retiring home is the best ending for him.

"Jirou-kun, 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 and regiment headquarters and transfer the 37th Regiment to continue attacking the Sixing Warehouse. You and the 36th Infantry Regiment Let's fix the team for now!" Kimura Shaoxiong thought for a moment and suggested.

As the chief of staff of the brigade who came to supervise the battle, saying this is already a great deal of face.

"No, Your Excellency Kimura, my 36th Infantry Regiment will continue to attack tomorrow morning. If my regiment has not conquered the Chinese positions 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." " Wakibanjiro dismissed the suggestion with a pair of blood red eyes.

Those eyes, like a wounded lone wolf, are decisive and fierce, making people extremely chilling.

You want to die so badly, don't bring the big guys together!Makino Jun almost cried in fright when he heard this man's harsh words.

According to the analysis of the battle situation in the past few days, unless the Chinese are exhausted a little bit, it may not be possible to conquer the Sixing Warehouse the day after tomorrow, let alone the day after tomorrow.

If he could, he even had the ambition to secretly stab this idiot in the dark at night.

"Even so, let's see how the battle will be tomorrow." Seeing that Waki ​​Itajiro said so decisively, of course Shaoxiong Kimura couldn't say anything more.

Anyway, he was ordered to come here just to supervise the battle, to see if Wakibajiro and the others were not slowing down their work. Since he was so desperate, he had already fulfilled his duties, and even if the guy in front of him had lost power, there was no need to offend others.

In the concession, however, there was sadness.

Hosted and funded by the middle-aged man in black, with the consent of his family members, the remains of the 93 people who died in the river and the remains of Yang Xiaobo, the upper class soldier of the 524th Regiment, the third row and the second squad, were all placed in the Sixing Warehouse. In the theater not far away.

And use this place 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 one after another, almost without mentioning the matter of charging.

Yue Changqing's only son, Yue Yiman, may be the middle-aged man in black who cared about his identity. After giving the mother and son who were crying to death enough to settle down, he personally recommended him to a man who went to Songhu to work alone and grow up. The successful one was named Ms. Dong Zhujun and adopted as a adopted son.

Tantai Mingyue, who guarded the spirits of the soldiers and righteous people, accepted Yue Yiman, a famous calligrapher and painter in Jiangnan, as his disciple on behalf of his father, and the lieutenant colonel, who brought all the school officers and lieutenants under his command to the mourning hall, personally gave his gun ---Browning pistol presented to the mother and son to commemorate.

Guaranteed by the military, cultural, and commercial parties, this five-year-old boy who lost his father at a young age not only has no worries about food and clothing, but also has a bright future.

The concession celebrities who came to the mourning hall to express their condolences also made a decision after deliberation. They jointly funded and established a charitable fund. If there is any surplus, it will be used to relieve the living needs of the refugees in the concession.

Everyone present may not have imagined that this hastily established foundation would grow and become one of the largest foundations in the world in the future. The scope of funds raised has grown from refugees to disaster victims, from the concession to developed throughout China.

The later president, Yue Yiman, was well-known all over the world and had been to countless countries, but he never set foot in Japan.

A Japanese reporter interviewed him and bluntly said that he could not let go of the grievances of decades ago, and that he could not achieve a greater cause because of his narrow-mindedness, but he smiled lightly: "My mother often told me that the son of the Yue family can be an ordinary person, but not I was a slave of a foreign race. And my father, he left too hastily, and I didn’t receive much teaching from him, but before my father died at the gunpoint of Japanese pirates, I remembered his last words: Son, grow up quickly. Big! Do you know what that means?"

The reporter shook his head slightly.

"Because, he hopes that his five-year-old son will soon grow to be as tall as a rifle, so that he can pick up the gun and kill the enemy, do you understand?" naked.

The Japanese reporters were silent and left in a hurry.

The scene more than 70 years ago, in the heart of the five-year-old child, is as clear as if it happened yesterday.

National hatred and family hatred, can it be so easily forgotten?If it was that easy, who would they appeal to for the grievances of the hundreds of thousands of undead underground in Jinling?If it was that easy, Huaxia would no longer be Huaxia.

China's generosity will never be given to wolves.

Anxious Chinese people will also turn into beasts.

Just like it is now, Tang Dao and more than a hundred soldiers are the most ferocious beasts, biting an infantry regiment that can withstand the attack of an infantry division, with bruises all over his body, and he almost lost the strength to lick his own wounds in the dark night .

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

There is no need to turn on the lights in the warehouse, the light is enough, but it saves the big guys from being in the dark, but sleep is a little affected.

until dawn.

At [-] o'clock in the morning, just as the sky was turning white, more than [-] Japanese infantrymen were driven by officers at all levels, crawling towards the warehouse from all over the place.

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

Only this time, the reaction in the warehouse changed again.

The Japanese infantry were all 30 meters away, except for a "military flag" that had been replaced by dark blue rags above the warehouse, which was still fluttering in the wind, there was a dead silence in the warehouse.

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