Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 171
Great consternation.

As a result, the audience remained silent for more than ten seconds.

Until the steel helmet swirled in the mud with the force of the downward thrust, it was completely silent.

"Haha!" The middle-aged man in the suit suddenly laughed wantonly.

"Haha, he finally killed his grandson!" The rickshaw driver also laughed loudly.

All the Chinese are laughing, laughing like crazy.

Of course they have to laugh.

The Japanese were still ruling the world at the last moment, but at this moment they are going to hell collectively.

The Chinese are just the opposite.

Heaven and hell are just a thought away.

However, there were still quite a few Chinese people who didn't laugh. They cried amidst the loud laughter of the people in the audience.

Including the middle-aged man in a suit, smiling, but two lines of tears were quietly hanging on his face.

Until the end, squatting on the ground and crying loudly, like a child whose toy has been robbed.

This made the rickshaw driver, whose face was wrinkled with a smile, feel a little overwhelmed, and carefully pulled this kind fellow who was far above him in social status: "Sir, what's the matter, is this? Are you crying?" What! The Japanese devils were all killed by the bombing!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man in a suit let out a groan of grief. After a while, he wiped away his tears and said, "Explosives need to be detonated by people."

"What?" The rickshaw driver obviously still didn't understand the meaning of the fellow.

After a few seconds, the smile on his face gradually froze, and he finally figured it out.

"You mean, there are still people in the building, hiding in the wall and waiting for all the Japanese to enter the building before detonating the explosives?" The rickshaw driver also had a bit of crying in his question.

"Yes!" The middle-aged man in the suit stood up slowly, looked deeply at the four-line warehouse that had collapsed into a ruin, and muttered to himself.

"Old Zhou, do you know? Before yesterday, I didn't believe that those **** would fight the Japanese with their lives. Even if those coffins were there, I still felt that there was an element of show in it, but I believe it now, they Tough enough, and worth the lives of those lying in coffins. They really deserve it."

"Mr. Zhang, I don't understand what you said is worth it or not, and I don't know how to reply to you." The rickshaw driver shook his head dully. "It's just, shouldn't they retreat? Why do you still say that they have someone in the building?"

"Hey! The Japanese are not stupid. Didn't you see that they searched for a long time before entering the building?" The middle-aged man in the suit sighed. "The fire couldn't have started for no reason, and the explosives couldn't have detonated so smoothly. I think they must have someone hiding in a dark room in the building that the Japanese can't find, so that they could wipe out the Japanese invaders just right. "

"The dead man in the drama?" The rickshaw driver was dumbfounded.

"Yes, dead man!"

The rickshaw driver opened his mouth wide, and tears flowed down his rough cheeks. He was stunned for a while, then plopped and knelt down facing the Sixing Warehouse, and shouted loudly, "Brother, you go forward, let's go home!"

Shouting for the soul is a custom in his hometown.

It's just that the only ones who can make a more than 30-year-old man kneel on his knees can only be the closest relatives and elders.

The middle-aged man in the suit also knelt down and kowtowed three times to the already ruined Four Lines Warehouse.

The Four Lines Warehouse is like a huge steel tomb, the tomb of a countryman, and the hundreds of Japanese invaders buried in it are nothing more than sacrificial objects.

Many people reacted, regardless of whether they were high-ranking officials or traffickers, they fell to their knees, while women were deeply blessed.

The major general and lieutenant colonel in the distance, with tears in their eyes, raised their right arms together and saluted.

That is them, extending the highest military etiquette to their comrades, and it is also a farewell gift.

The fact that explosives must be detonated by someone can be understood by ordinary people, but how can soldiers not understand it?At least a few people stayed in the warehouse to carry out this death plan.

But, what about the rest?Where did you go?they do not know.

They, who had been on the edge of the concession all night, knew that the army of the four elements did not retreat, at least, they did not retreat to the concession.

However, compared to the major general's old tears, the lieutenant colonel actually restrained himself somewhat.

It wasn't because he knew that there were tunnels dug in the warehouse. The two tunnels dedicated to diverting water to restrain the Japanese army's tunnels were only 30 meters long at most, and there were no ventilation facilities, and no exits were dug upwards.

Today, the Sixing Warehouse has completely collapsed, covering more than 20 meters of the surrounding ground. Staying in the tunnel is undoubtedly seeking death.

But he knew that the Warehouse Army did not die because Tang Dao was there.

Although he believed it blindly, he also had reasons to convince himself.

Tang Dao's various skills and tactics are powerful. Looking at the entire Songhu battlefield, although he is not the second choice, in fact Tang Dao's most powerful is his brain. Talented students can only care about the back, and that is where he values ​​Tang Dao the most.

How could such a person dig his own grave with hundreds of people?

However, he would not say these words to the major general who was still immersed in grief.

Because, only when they are all 'dead' can he help them obtain treatment through the division headquarters, which belongs to the treatment of soldiers.

They violated the order, but they did not violate the order because they wanted to live, but because they wanted to die for this country.

If they were all alive, even if they made great contributions, those big figures would evade because they said 'this is the first of its kind, otherwise all the armies of the whole country can follow suit', but now that they are all dead, it is naturally impossible to Let's talk about this.

If you want to emulate it, there is no problem, as long as you die, you can drag a Japanese army commander and hundreds of Japanese soldiers to die.

Sure enough, the major general who was emotionally agitated immediately called the division headquarters of the 88th Division, strongly demanding that Tang Dao and Lei Xiong, who he was still yelling at yesterday, and the Baiba soldiers who had not arrived in the concession be restored to their military status and given normal treatment for death in battle. Otherwise, he, the chief of staff of the major general, will quit, and he will stay at the garrison headquarters in the concession area as an interpreter.

Don't tell me, because of the Battle of Sixing Warehouse, Brigadier General Smart admired the major general and the lieutenant colonel. If he took off the military uniform over there, he would definitely have to give a senior officer to the concession, especially the Japanese army. At this critical juncture of hundreds of thousands of soldiers in Songhu.

Hundreds of people actually killed nearly a thousand Japanese soldiers, and in the end they dragged a Japanese commander and hundreds of Japanese invaders to Huangquan. Such a brilliant battle?
In addition to what the major general of the army said, not to mention that the 88th Division headquarters will not be sloppy, even the Songhu Theater Command did not dare to neglect, and the telegram went directly to the Jinling Military and Political Department.

As for the result, we can only wait.

Unlike the Chinese who stood still on the bank of the river with mixed joys and sorrows, what was left to the Japanese who were still alive was full of sadness.

Hundreds of Japanese soldiers, except for a small number of security troops, threw down their knives and guns and rushed to the ten-meter-high concrete ruins with individual engineering shovels, trying to dig out the ruins to save people.

Not only are there clearly audible groans of pain in the ruins, but also not only are 36% of the officers and staff of their entire 80.00th Infantry Regiment among them, the most important thing is that the regiment flag bestowed by His Majesty the Emperor himself is buried inside.

According to the unwritten regulations of the Japanese Army, if the wing flag is captured, the wing formation can be removed from the army sequence.

It is precisely because of this rule that even if an infantry unit of the Japanese army is in a tight siege and is about to be wiped out, the so-called "burning" procedure will be carried out.

It is to burn the military flag, and bury the gold flag crown in any place, so that it will not be considered seized.

In the past time and space, in thousands of battles, large and small, during the Great Patriotic War, the Chinese army also defeated many Japanese infantry regiments, but failed to capture the Japanese infantry regiments. Before the army was annihilated, all the flags of the alliance were burned, and the gold flag crowns were also buried in the field, and that was already the most glorious record of the Chinese army.

But now, although the alliance flag was not actually captured by the Chinese, it was buried in the ruins made by the Chinese. It is no wonder that the Japanese infantry were not in a hurry.

It's a pity that once a large reinforced concrete building like Sixing Warehouse collapses, let alone an engineer shovel, even in the next 70 years, human beings with various large excavators and cranes will have no choice but to face a collapse of this level. I can look at the ruins and sigh.

On this point, Mr. Kimura Shaoxiong, who had not gone far, was much clearer than ordinary Japanese soldiers.

Looking at the ruins with a dull face, for a long time, he sighed quietly: "In the order of the Imperial Army, from now on, there will be no 36th infantry regiment."

The fate of the Japanese army buried in the ruins is already doomed. Even if they don't die now, they will swallow their last breath in darkness and loneliness.

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