Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 164

Chapter 164 Let's see who is crazier

This may be the most touching scene since the Sihang Warehouse War.

Because of the body of a dead soldier, people kept jumping into the river and were shot to death by machine guns, and then followed up.

The Chinese people, who are deeply influenced by the traditional concept of "the dead are buried in peace", wrote a song with their lives and blood to the crazy Japanese invaders, to the tearful Chinese soldiers, and to the stunned Westerners. Chinese stubbornness.

Tantai Mingyue was also among the crowd.

　　When she saw this scene, she ran downstairs, threw off her leather boots, and planned to rush to the river bank like those tribesmen who rushed to death without hesitation.

She was stopped, stopped by the Chinese.

Chinese men have not been dead, and they are not on women. This is what the round -faced boss of the theater is almost embarrassed.

After saying that, he led several of his men to the river bank. They carried the drum that Yue Changqing had played when he was the first to jump into the river.

“Hunxi! Come back!” They shouted loudly while beating the drums.

Behind them, more people stood up.

As Tantai Mingyue recorded in her diary: "I was stopped by old people and women and could no longer move forward. I was far away from those middle-aged people wearing robes or suits, or young people with a hint of childishness. further and further.

I can't see their faces clearly, and I have no way of knowing whether they regretted it or not at the last moment of their lives.

All I know is that the whole process lasted nearly five minutes. There were no less than a hundred people jumping into the river. The Japanese machine guns were incessant. Almost no one survived. But among all the people in China, how can we lack passionate people? Many times the number of people before came back.

Thousands of people were raging, and their roars resounded through the sky. Seeing that a disaster was about to happen, the military in the concession had no choice but to fire a red flare to warn the Japanese side, but the Japanese invaders stopped firing.

The surface of the Suzhou River has turned a heart-stopping pink color.

Hundreds of people retrieved the bodies of the heroes and their compatriots, and nearby cloth shops sent white cloths to wrap them. There were loud cries on the banks of the Suzhou River. A total of ninety-three people were martyred and seventeen were seriously injured.

Mr. Qingyue, the first Yue Chang to jump into the Suzhou River, died.

He is a gentleman from Jiangnan Academy. If it weren't for this war, at this time, he should be soaking in a pot of Longjing under the golden ginkgo tree and telling his students about the beauty of Chinese studies.

But this will never happen again.

He and his hero were lying side by side on the stretcher. The bullet had penetrated his body. His blood had almost dried up. His face was as pale as rice paper, but his hands tightly grasped the dark blue military uniform, which was what separated them. The state when the two fished it out.

Bodies everywhere! I stood among the remains that were constantly wrapped in white cloth by the people. Tears filled my eyes and I was trembling all over.

Because, I smell a hint of the past of our Chinese nation.

Some people say, "There will be no China after Yashan, and there will be no China after the fall of Ming Dynasty!" There are even many weaklings who use this sentence to whitewash themselves.

　　Yes, after the Battle of Yashan, hundreds of thousands of corpses floated on the roaring sea. They were the most courageous group of people in ancient China.

However, the backbone of China was not broken by this.

Today these hundred people, these hundreds, these thousands of people can testify that my nation, my national spirit, he is there.

This battlefield diary of Tantai Mingyue was spread through telegraphs in the evening to newspapers in major cities in China, and was published by major newspapers. Moreover, for the first time, it did not appear in the morning paper of the next day, but was directly printed. In the evening, it was published by Newsboys sell it out.

The whole of China, at eight o'clock that night, knew the battle situation from the small battlefield of Songhu.

'My national spirit, he is here! ' I don't know how many Chinese people have been inspired by this sentence.

Since November 1st, countless young people have said goodbye to their parents and relatives, packed simple bags, and walked to the recruiting point closest to their homes.

The two tough middle-aged men, the Army Major General and the Army Lieutenant Colonel, saw their warehouses being blasted to pieces and their soldiers being blown away by the air waves, but their expressions did not change. But when he saw people jumping into the river one after another and being shot by Japanese machine guns, leaving pieces of corpses floating in the water, they hid their faces and burst out in grief.

The tears of the two toughest soldiers were not mourning the death of their own people, but that they could not protect them, but they had to protect them with their lives.

They violated their duties.

The duties of a soldier!

“Although it is difficult for me to understand this kind of behavior of the people of your country, and I think it is extremely stupid, I still have to admit that they moved me.” The eyes of the Brigadier General of the Empire where the Sun Never Sets were also wet, showing a rare emotion.

Three minutes later, when the concession coalition forces reentered the fortifications and were in position, Brigadier General Smartet, the commander of the concession coalition forces, took the risk and ordered to fire three red flares representing the highest level warning to the Japanese army.

This also became the main reason why Brigadier General Smallet resigned from office three months later and returned to the Empire on which the Sun Never Sets.

But the old man still believed in his later autobiography that this was one of the most correct orders he had ever given.

He also gained the friendship of the whole of China.

On the day when he passed away at the age of 90 decades later, the future China sent a special telegram of condolences.

For the defenders who were fighting fiercely with the Japanese army in the warehouse, they discovered this scene only a few minutes later.

Tang Dao, who had already killed Hongyan, was furious.

Ignoring the attacking Japanese troops, they moved the only machine gun used to block the enemy to the left wing and fired wildly at the section of trench that shot towards the Suzhou River, suppressing all the Japanese troops in the trench.

Then, two mortars that had been well hidden were moved to the roof at great risk and blasted the 30-meter-long trench.

In order to hunt down the murderer who killed his own people, the two mortars fired almost all the last shells, a total of 40 shells, just for two light machine guns and a few Japanese shooters.

From a tactical choice point of view, this is absolutely stupid. More than 30 machine gun shells and 40 mortar shells could kill at least dozens of Japanese soldiers, but Tang Dao, who had always been rational, still did so.

In the future battle in the southwest jungle, Chinese soldiers even paid the price of killing an entire infantry squad in order to carry back the body of a comrade.

The Chinese people can repay the army with their lives, so what if the soldiers repay them with their lives?

The crazy Chinese artillery finally avenged its own people. The crazy shells killed two light machine guns and four machine gunners hiding in the trenches, as well as the Japanese squadron leader who ordered them.

That's all, I just spent a lot of money to kill a few Japanese soldiers.

What really made the Japanese army feel horrified was that the craziest behavior of the Chinese people who had been stimulated and their minds were no longer clear was when they found that their grenades could no longer hit them and they had entered a blind spot.

They actually started throwing cluster grenades with more than a dozen grenades tied together, and even two or three giant explosive bags tied together.

Even inside the building, they dare to use it like this, as if they are not in the building.

These Baga people have a rhythm of dying together! It felt like several of the load-bearing columns on the entire first floor had been broken, and the building was crumbling. It was unclear when it would collapse.

Crazy, crazy, Chinese people are all crazy.

What a madman is most afraid of is meeting an even crazier person.

The Japanese army finally retreated like a tide.

This day's battle is finally over.

At that moment, the setting sun was like blood!

The Japanese commander is vomiting blood!

The 36th Infantry Regiment, bleeding heavily! Not because of having a baby!

(End of this chapter)

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