Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 167 Spiritual Totem
Seeing his soldiers burying the explosives with unprecedented efficiency, Wakibajiro was not at all relaxed.

The Chinese must have a conspiracy. This is almost certain. This is the almost truthful conclusion he has drawn from fighting the Chinese for several days.

But seeing that the demolition soldiers were all retreating, the long lead wires of the explosive packs placed in the dead corner of Sihang Warehouse's Sihang Warehouse were already smoking white smoke, and the Chinese in the warehouse remained silent.

Deathly silence.

No matter how much Wakiban Jiro racked his brains, he couldn't figure out why such a strange situation occurred.

The biggest reason why people are afraid of death is the unknown. The incomparable fear of the unknown world after death is why they invented heaven and hell. Good people go to heaven and wicked people go to hell. This is the most typical psychological self-comfort.

No one on his own side died, but the Japanese commander was sweating profusely in his vest. This kind of psychological fear of the unknown stemmed from it.

Of course, this is mainly due to the fact that the warehouse defenders had trampled the poor Japanese Army Chief on the ground so hard that one day he suddenly became "warm" without rubbing him, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

What a terrible inertial psychology!Even hatred has chosen to obey.

"Order, except for the forward infantry squadron participating in the blasting, the rest of the army must not act rashly." Wakiba Jiro finally ordered.

Even if the Chinese have another earth-shattering conspiracy, the one who is more than 100 is the one who has finished the calf. The Japanese commander is still an infantry captain at any rate, and he has no intention of really playing himself as an infantry squadron leader.

"Where did the armies come from? There are only five squadrons left in total!" The lieutenant officer of the Japanese army lowered his eyelids and complained fiercely in his heart.

His future has been ruined by this stupid boss in front of him. If he doesn't complain about him at any time, the Japanese lieutenant commander will feel that he is about to become depressed.

With several loud bangs, the huge four-row warehouse trembled.

Six or seven explosive packs were buried in the four corners, and the solid and thick walls of the Sixing Warehouse could no longer hold on.

After the smoke cleared, the seemingly indestructible four-row warehouse that once blocked the infantry artillery and heavy artillery collapsed, forming new ruins under the warehouse.

If there weren't enough load-bearing columns in the warehouse, the explosions in these four places would have been enough to blow up a building, but what's the use if it doesn't collapse?
Behind the collapsed wall is the building of the Sixing Warehouse, which is the first time that the Sixing Warehouse has so clearly displayed its internal structure in front of everyone.

The room, the stairs, the sandbag fortification, and the scattered ammunition boxes are all very clear under the bright autumn sun.

The Four Lines Warehouse has already lost its most important shield.

The call from the south bank of the concession disappeared.

The middle-aged man in the suit was tongue-tied. For the first time, he felt that it was a mistake for him to come here. He felt that he was cheated by that female reporter with a nice name.

What's the bravery in that?Some are just cowardly, even so cowardly that they never let go of a single shot. The originally impregnable fortress was blown up by the Japanese army in front of him.

The rickshaw driver's eyes were full of disbelief. He didn't understand why this happened. What about the endless tactics before?What about those Chinese soldiers who are not afraid of death?Why are they all gone?
Tantai Mingyue was equally astonished, but she had firm confidence in Tang Dao, Tang Dao would never let her down, and it should be the same this time.

Therefore, even if the wall of the warehouse was opened, she was only shocked but not panicked.

But this scene was great joy and ecstasy for the Japanese army commander!
Because he is a soldier, he is not like those ordinary Chinese who only base their victory on the confidence born of their previous achievements.

Without a solid wall that can be used as an artillery, he doesn't even need to dispatch infantry. He can wipe out Chinese soldiers who dare to resist in the artillery fire with infantry artillery and grenades.

So far, no matter what conspiracy the Chinese have, victory is only a matter of time.He didn't even have to wait until today's sunset to raise the flag of his wing headquarters on the roof of the warehouse building.

"Order, divide one-third of the forwards into the building for reconnaissance first. If the Chinese use the familiar terrain to counterattack, there is no need to fight hard. The artillery of the regiment will bury them little by little." The Japanese army who re-established self-confidence The Colonel even began to cherish the lives of the soldiers under his command.

Now that victory has become a fact, he has to think about the future.

If the losses continue to increase, I am afraid that the heads of more than 100 Chinese soldiers alone will not be enough to make up for the anger of the division commander. He has even thought about getting some corpses of Chinese civilians to make up the number, and the division commander probably will not Refuse to fool this kind of Chiguoguo.

The 36th Infantry Regiment has lost all face, but the entire 3rd Division is not responsible for it!
As the military orders were communicated level by level, more than 100 Japanese soldiers who hid in temporary field fortifications more than 170 meters away rushed towards the warehouse.

The first floor, which had seven or eight large holes, was no longer as dark as before, and even Chinese civilians more than 200 meters away could see the structure clearly.

Due to the need to fetch soil, the ground is already a mess, with several chasms stretching across the ground, concrete ruins blown up by artillery and explosives can be seen everywhere, and the entire first floor is already riddled with holes.

But what is worse than this mess is naturally the hearts of the Chinese people.

"Why didn't you blow up his grandson? Why didn't anyone shoot? What about the brothers? They were still there yesterday!" the rickshaw driver murmured to himself with a strong crying sound.

As a person who lives in Songhu and is at the bottom of the society, the rickshaw driver who has been in Songhu for more than ten years is afraid of offending the boss who spent fifty copper dollars to pay him for a day, but the most important thing is him. It was hard to accept the scene in front of me.

Others don't understand, but he knows why he squatted here most of the time for several days, not because there is free porridge and rice here, but because this is the only place where he can feel that he still has dignity.

Here, he can cheer for every victory of the soldiers together with those well-dressed upper-class people, and there are even masters in brocade robes who pat him on the shoulder at dusk after the battle, smile and throw them to him. Ten copper coins invited him: "Let's go, Allah is happy today, pull it to the place, and invite Nong to drink and have a meal."

Although he will not go there, but he has never been seen by the nobles, he can feel that he is here with the same identity as the nobles - Chinese.

Even the foreign adults who usually frowned when they saw him even though he was extremely humble, no longer showed such obvious expressions of disgust for the strong smell of sweat on his body.

He always dreamed that one day, he would not have to bend down to say hello to those foreigners with yellow hair and blue eyes, let alone to pick up the copper coins they threw on the ground, although this kind of life has already made this person come here. The strong labor force who has worked hard for ten years in the bustling city is numb.

However, it does not mean that this ordinary Chinese man has no dreams. He dreams that his son will not be like this again.

Now, the dream has come true.

He understood that it was all given by the brothers who gave up their lives on the other side.

It can be said that the defenders of the Sixing Warehouse are his spiritual totem, although there has never been such a word as a spiritual totem in the world of strong labor at the bottom of the city.

Now, is the dream finally coming back to reality?Are the foreigners going to show disgusted expressions again, throwing copper coins on the ground and let him pick them up on his stomach?
"Fellow! Come on, get me out of here!" The middle-aged man in a suit looked disappointed, looking at the Japanese infantry who were frantically pouring into the warehouse.

He himself didn't know that he would be so depressed, and he didn't want to look at the warehouse again when he was depressed.

Perhaps, the fire of hope has just been ignited, and it will be extinguished by a bucket of cold water!

Whether it is Japanese or Chinese, one thing is already clear.

Defeat is a foregone conclusion.

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PS: An old friend visited last night and hosted a banquet, so I got drunk and just sobered up. The update is a bit late, sorry!Please keep voting!In six days, it will be on the shelves.

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