Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 166 Continued Silence

The south bank of the Suzhou River has long been crowded with people.

The crowd that gathered was at least twice as large as the previous few days.

In fact, yesterday's incident in which the people in the concession jumped into the river to salvage the remains of soldiers who died in battle, and finally nearly a hundred people were killed by Japanese gunfire shocked the entire concession.

It turns out that not only the soldiers who are paid by the army are not afraid of death, but even the people around them are not afraid of death. This is absolutely subversive for most ordinary people who are anxious about what they can eat tomorrow.

Last night, there was an endless stream of Chinese people who went to the temporary mourning hall built by the theater to express their condolences. Everyone wanted to see if it was true.

The coffin covered with a dark blue military uniform with several holes in it and another coffin were in the front, and the rows of dark coffins behind were densely packed, and all the famous people in the Songhu area were guarding the coffin, and there was even a coffin. Army Major General.

That's why they don't believe it.

A middle-aged man in a beige suit standing on the street corner belongs to this group of people. As a Chinese employee of the Imperial Bank in the concession, although the war broke out, he has a house in the concession. With a salary, he doesn't worry about his family's life, and he is far less worried about the war that broke out around him than the refugees.

But when he heard the news and rushed to the mourning hall, he was deeply shocked by the rows of black and heavy coffins and the five-year-old children wearing white mourning.

what is itLet a husband and father would rather abandon his wife and children than take the initiative to die?Is that his job?Not really.

The choice of ordinary people like him for this war made him, unable to find the answer, have to re-examine this war.

He decided to stay here to see for himself what made those like him make such irrational choices.

Perhaps, the tens of thousands of extra Chinese people have the same doubts as him.

People who stayed here for most of the night, like this middle-aged man in a suit, have heard too many stories about how the defenders of the Sixing Warehouse beat devils.

The story was told with passion, which made the middle-aged man in the suit look forward to it a little more.

But it seems that today's battlefield situation is somewhat different from what he expected.

The Japanese army is about to enter the most dangerous 40 meters area, and the Sixing Warehouse is still quiet.

It seems that the crazy heavy machine gun shooting and grenade bombing still can't wake up the sleeping Chinese soldiers.

This is so abnormal that the Chinese people can't help but want to stomp their feet.

Not to mention them, the Japanese soldiers who have not been killed or even injured so far are actually even more confused.Because he was too scared, the idiot who accidentally slipped his foot and sent his butt to his colleague's bayonet to make a hole in it was not included.

"Baga! The Chinese have a conspiracy!" Wakibajiro gritted his teeth and almost crushed the telescope in his hand.

"There is another conspiracy, so should we stop the attack first?" Makino Jun felt that he was about to be played to death by his boss. He said this every day, so there were no new words, but the key was that he had to find a different way to respond. As a boss, this is the hardest part.

"On the battlefield, aiming your butt at the enemy is a more stupid choice." Waki ​​Itata Jiro replied to his subordinates with tactical training.

'Then you say a ball!Just keep attacking. 'Makino Shun's heart is crazy OS.

If you don't say that, if you ask me, "What conspiracy does the Chinese have?" 'What can I do?If I could know, would I still be sitting here with you idiot?I have already made tea on the roof of the Sixing Warehouse, okay?Ignoring the subordinate who was madly complaining in his heart, Jiro Wakita tried his best to turn his thoughts to the battlefield.

The vanguard of the Japanese army has crossed the trench and is about to reach the downstairs of the warehouse.

The Four Lines Warehouse was still silent.

"What's going on? Why don't you shoot and kill those bastards?" The middle-aged man in a suit was a little anxious.

"Don't worry, this is called luring the enemy to go deep, and the fun will start immediately." The rickshaw driver beside the middle-aged man in a suit said with a smile.

Then, he looked at the big boss who had rented his rickshaw overnight with a strange expression: "Mr. Zhang, how do you speak Henan dialect?"

"Henan dialect! Henan people are also Chinese. On the Songhu battlefield this time, there are many soldiers from Henan. Maybe there are many brothers from Henan." Hearing that the rickshaw driver he hired was discriminated against. Meaning in his native dialect, the middle-aged man in a suit was a little upset, and stared as he spoke.

"Me, Henan people must be me. At first I thought Mr. Zhang was a local!" The rickshaw driver grinned and nodded, speaking Henan dialect more authentically than a middle-aged man in a suit.

"My fellow!" The middle-aged man in the suit was taken aback.

"I'm from Nanyang, where are you from?"

"I'm Pingdingshan."

"Not far away!"

"Ha, let's not talk about family matters in a hurry, Lao Zhou, tell me what's going on today?" The middle-aged man in a suit asked hurriedly.

"There's nothing to panic about. Brothers in the National Army have plenty of ways to deal with these bastards." The rickshaw driver was full of confidence. "I reckon! Just wait for them to form a pile of bones, and then throw the dynamite pack, and die all of them, it's fun!"

Now, as long as you have watched the battle here for a few days, the ready-made example teaching has more or less tactical training.The rickshaw driver is obviously a regular spectator if he can say that.

"It makes sense, that's it, it will kill you." The middle-aged man in the suit felt a little relieved, and waved his arms a little excitedly.

"Brother Guojun, you can throw the explosives, and you'll kill me." The rickshaw driver was a little excited when he saw that the boss agreed with his opinion.

"Blow up a bastard!"

"Blow up his ass!"

Driven by these two, the people around them also began to shout loudly in the slang of their hometown.

Then, as more and more Japanese infantry arrived downstairs, the shouts on the south bank of the concession became louder and louder.

People who have personally been to the football league final scene in later generations have experienced that the sound waves erupting from more than [-] people can almost knock down the roof. the sound of.

The current situation is that the shouts of landslides and ground cracks really frightened the Japanese soldiers who had rushed downstairs to the Sixing Warehouse.

Not every Japanese soldier understands Chinese, but it is either this day or that day. It is not a good word to hear, especially the word "Zhi" translated for them by someone who understands it, which arouses their already sensitive and fragile nerve.

This is what they are most afraid of. As long as a grenade is thrown on the explosive package, another hole will be blown up in the warehouse, but they will also float.

Although they all came here with the intention of dying, but when things come to an end, they can still live for a while longer.

Almost all the Japanese soldiers piled up explosives with their buttocks in fear, while building temporary fortifications and waiting for the pouring bullets and the grenades and explosives dropped from upstairs.

That's normal operation.

The Chinese are looking forward to it, and the Japanese army is also waiting desperately.

But today is so unconventional.

The warehouse defenders answered everyone with a constant silence.

That is a silence that is more frightening than bullets and grenades.

(End of this chapter)