Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 168 I'm the one who's got the blame again
But even knowing the ending, no one left the [-] Chinese people.

Including the middle-aged man in a suit who wanted to leave, he didn't really leave.

The speed at which the rickshaw driver pulled could almost be described as a turtle's speed, and he didn't rush.

The ears of the two people have been paying attention to the sound from behind.

They are all looking forward to a miracle.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. As time goes by, the hearts of the Chinese people are gradually slipping into the abyss.

The Japanese army had entered the warehouse for 6 minutes without any gunshots.

Until, a Japanese army chief Cao ran out of the warehouse building excitedly, desperately shaking the sun flag hanging on the rifle in his hand: "Victory, victory! The Chinese ran away!".

The Chinese were too far away to hear the shouts of the ecstatic Japanese soldiers, but their eyes were not blind.

It didn’t take 1 minute, but the Japanese infantry gradually appeared on the roof of the Sixing Warehouse. More than one infantry squad went up to the roof. After a short search, they faced the concession and waved their rifles vigorously, showing that they belonged to them. The bravery and the roar of "Long live the Empire" made the concession area silent.

Then, the hundreds of Japanese soldiers on standby in the distance couldn't suppress their inner excitement. They all jumped out of the trenches and held up their guns and shouted with their colleagues on the roof, "Long live the empire!"

The cheers of the Japanese army resounded throughout the battlefield.

Waki Itatajiro's eye sockets became moist involuntarily.

Finally Baga's won, it was really too difficult.

However, Shaoxiong Kimura gritted his teeth and was full of disbelief. Could it be that Amaterasu had manifested himself and saved the unlucky Wakiba Jiro in such an incredible way.

But what about the Chinese?Where have the Chinese gone?
"Your Excellency, woo woo! We won." Jun Makino, who usually loves to complain about his boss silently, hugged his boss's arm, and burst into tears uncontrollably.

Absolute authenticity, without a hint of affectation.

Today's situation is like buying a lottery ticket. I have been investing without seeing any output. Suddenly, a super big surprise came, which broke the mood of the calm academic school.

If it wasn't for the Japanese army commander who still had some sense left, he quickly ordered: "Where did the Chinese flee? Find out the reason quickly. Also, the Chinese have explosives. The infantry withdrew and ordered the engineering troops to follow up and search the entire warehouse. Avoid unnecessary battle damage."

Otherwise, the scene of two Japanese army officers hugging each other and crying loudly is really too eye-catching.

Anyway, whether it was Shaoxiong Kimura or the two Japanese army officers whose clothes were wet with tears, they all tacitly refrained from mentioning that the Chinese ran away and how they avenged their anger.

Baga's ability to run is already very good, what else do you want?

On the south bank of the Suzhou River, the tens of thousands of Chinese who watched the Japanese army celebrate their victory instantly burst into tears.

The last position in Songhu, which had been held for five days and six nights, was lost quietly like this.

"What did you do? Why did you lose the warehouse so easily? You can't!" The rickshaw driver who had been dawdling and not wanting to leave stood where he was, muttering to himself with a pale face.

"Old Zhou! War is a matter of being a soldier. Don't think too much about it. You should take care of your rickshaw and support your family!" The middle-aged man in a suit didn't look good. shoulder comforted.

This kind of comfort is actually more like comforting himself.

Or return to the previous life!Even if the foreign boss slapped the document on his face, he still had to stand respectfully, waiting for the boss to leave after exhausting his breath before picking up the scattered papers.

Who made him have black hair and dark eyes?Who let him be born in China?His country is so weak, his army lost ground without firing a single shot.

It's just that, wanting to accept his fate, why is he still so blocked in his heart? He just wants to escape from here as soon as possible. Only by leaving here can he extinguish the ambition that once arose in his heart.

But the rickshaw was put down heavily, and the rickshaw driver, who had been respectful to him, lowered his head and said in a muffled voice: "Mr. Zhang, I will refund your money to you, and I will not rent the car."

"Old Zhou, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, I don't want to pack it anymore." The rickshaw driver still lowered his head.

"Did I say it wrong? They lost their position before firing a single shot. Why can't I talk about them." The middle-aged man in the suit became emotional.

"Those Guojun brothers didn't fight today, but they did fight a few days ago! You didn't see a few days ago, the blood of the Japanese killed was flowing like a river. They also died a lot of people themselves." The rickshaw driver kept his head down. He raised his head abruptly, and objected angrily with red eyes. "Anyway, I won't let you talk about them."

Looking at the emotional rickshaw driver, the middle-aged man in the suit had nothing to say for a moment. A thought suddenly came to his mind, and his face changed: "No!"

"What's wrong, I won't pack it if I say no." The rickshaw driver was angry.

This may also be the first time he's been angry at a 'high class' person whose status far exceeds his own in the ten years since he came to this city. Before that, he had even forgotten what it felt like to be angry.

"Hey, Lao Zhou, don't be angry. I mean, those Guojun brothers didn't shoot and the Japanese didn't find them. Does that mean they retreated quietly last night?" The middle-aged man in the suit thought of this key point.

"Hey! Mr. Zhang, you have a brain!" The rickshaw driver also came around the corner and slapped him. "It's good to withdraw! It means that our brother Guojun is very strong. He can fight if he wants to, and he can leave if he wants to. The Japanese devils are only worthy of following behind and eating farts!"

"Okay, old Zhou, your words are a bit level. It seems that the war has not been in vain these days!" The middle-aged man in a suit couldn't help but also laughed.

Because he thought so too.

The Japanese occupied the building, but they didn't find a single person, so it's a waste of time?
"That's for sure! I've also understood these days. The Japanese used those tricks back and forth. The cannons fired the machine guns, and the machine guns fired the infantry. Then, a lot of people died." The rickshaw driver's mood improved. , began the bragging of the Central Plains style. "Give me a gun now, and I dare to make gestures with the Japanese."

"Haha! Kill him, you bastard!" The middle-aged man in a suit was amused by the simple and honest fellow.

The mood is no longer just depressed.

In war, you don't have to work hard to win. Who wouldn't feel uncomfortable watching one's own people die under their noses?Being able to escape safely under such a tight siege is definitely a victory. This reason is not difficult for a knowledgeable middle-aged man in a suit to understand.

The duo came back to their senses, and many Chinese turned their heads.

The silent scene became noisy again.

While laughing at the Japanese who occupied an empty warehouse, they wondered where the Chinese soldiers who were still in the warehouse yesterday ran from.

Most people are obviously more inclined to dive away. Don’t look at the searchlights that the Japanese put on both sides of the warehouse shining brightly, but they are very skilled. They dive for tens of meters at once. The concession side pretends not to know, so they can just escape. birthday?
In fact, not only the Chinese think so, but the Japanese also come to roughly the same conclusion, especially after seeing that there are two canals dug through the Suzhou Creek in the warehouse.The lieutenant and squadron leader of his engineering unit has already come to this conclusion.

The Chinese have already prepared a retreat for themselves, not only so that there is no shortage of water in the warehouse, but also so that they can sneak to the other side without being spotted by searchlights.

After all, the searchlights need to be swept over the tens of meters wide Suzhou River, and it is normal to have dark corners.

As for the Westerners in the concession, they wanted the Chinese to get away a long time ago, and it is understandable to help cover up.

As for the fact that Chinese people have such good hair and water, it may be from the Marine Corps!

Damn the yellow-haired guy, the Japanese officers secretly laughed while cursing the shameless Westerners.

It's better to run away.

Brigadier General Smallet, the blamer, was stunned.

Could it be that the old man Asu heard the prayer before going to bed last night?

(End of this chapter)