Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 168

Chapter 168 Another person takes the blame

But even if they knew the outcome, no one of the 20,000 Chinese people left.

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

The rickshaw driver pulled at a speed that could almost be described as a turtle speed, and he did not rush.

　　The ears of the two people have been paying attention to the sound coming 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 troops had been inside the warehouse for five or six minutes, and there was no sound of gunfire.

Until, a Japanese Army Commander ran out of the warehouse building excitedly, desperately waving the sun flag hanging on the rifle in his hand: "Victory, victory! The Chinese have escaped!".

The Chinese were too far away to hear what the ecstatic Japanese soldiers were shouting, but their eyes were not blinded.

In less than a minute, Japanese infantry gradually appeared on the roof of Sihang Warehouse. More than one infantry squad of Japanese soldiers climbed onto the roof. After a short search, they faced the concession and waved their rifles vigorously, showing that they had Their bravery and shouts of "Long live the Empire" filled the concession with silence.

Then, hundreds of Japanese troops waiting in the distance could not suppress their excitement. They jumped out of the trenches and raised their guns in the air. They shouted to their colleagues on the roof, "Long live the Empire!"

The entire battlefield was filled with cheers from the Japanese troops.

Wakiitajiro's eyes became wet involuntarily.

Finally Baga won, it was really difficult.

Kimura Shaoxiong, on the other hand, bared his teeth and looked in disbelief. Could it be that Amaterasu had appeared and saved the unlucky guy Wakita Jiro in such an incredible way?

But what about the Chinese? Where have the Chinese gone?

"Your Majesty Colonel, woohoo! We won." Toshi Makino, who usually silently complained about his boss, hugged his boss's arm and burst into tears uncontrollably.

Absolutely true feelings, without any pretense.

Today's situation is like buying a lottery ticket. You have been investing all your time without seeing any results. Suddenly, a huge surprise comes, which makes the calm academic mood collapse.

If the Japanese colonel still had some sense left, he quickly ordered: "Where have the Chinese escaped? Quickly find out the reason. Also, the Chinese have explosives. The infantry withdraws and orders the engineering troops to follow up and search the entire warehouse. Avoid unnecessary battle losses.”

Otherwise, the scene of two Japanese military officers hugging each other and crying loudly would be really eye-catching.

In any case, both Kimura Shaoxiong and the two Japanese assistant officers whose clothes were wet with tears had a tacit understanding not to mention the anger of the Chinese who escaped and how they would avenge their revenge.

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

On the south bank of the Suzhou River, tens of thousands of Chinese people burst into tears watching the Japanese troops celebrate their victory.

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

“How did you do this? How could you lose the warehouse so easily? You can't!” The rickshaw driver, who had been reluctant to leave, stood there and muttered to himself with a gloomy face.

"Old Zhou! Fighting is a matter of being a soldier. Don't think so much. Just drive your rickshaw to support your family!" The middle-aged man in a suit didn't look good. He stayed for a while and patted the rickshaw driver. Shoulder comforted.

This kind of comfort is actually more like comforting himself.

Let's go back to our previous life! Even if his foreign boss slapped the document in his face, he still had to stand respectfully, waiting for his boss to run out of energy and leave before picking up the papers scattered on the floor.

Who gave him black hair and eyes? Who allowed him to be born in China? His country was so weak, and his army lost its position without firing a single shot.

Just want to accept his fate, why is he still so blocked in his heart? He just wants to escape from here quickly. 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 always been respectful to him, lowered his head and said in a sullen voice: "Mr. Zhang, I will return your money to you, but I will not keep the car." "Old Zhou, what's going on? "

“No, I don't want to pay anymore.” The rickshaw driver still lowered his head.

"Did I say something wrong? They lost their position without firing a shot. Why can't I tell them something?" The middle-aged man in a suit also became excited.

"Those Guojun brothers didn't fight today, but they did fight a few days ago! Didn't you see a few days ago that the Japanese killed were bleeding like rivers. They themselves also killed many people." The rickshaw driver kept his head lowered. His head jerked up and he objected angrily with red eyes. "Anyway, I don't allow you to talk about them."

Looking at the emotional rickshaw driver, the middle-aged man in a suit had nothing to say for a moment. An idea suddenly came to his mind, and a look on his face changed: "That's not right!"

“What's wrong? If I say I won't cover it, I won't cover it.” Anger welled up on the rickshaw driver's face.

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

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

“Hey! Mr. Zhang, you are smart!” The rickshaw driver also turned the corner and slapped him. "It's good to withdraw! It shows that our Guojun brothers are very strong. We can fight when we want and leave when we want. The Japanese devils only deserve to follow behind and eat their shit!"

“Okay, Old Zhou, what you said is quite good. It seems that you haven't seen the war in vain these days!” The middle-aged man in a suit couldn't help but laugh.

Because, he thought so too.

The Japanese occupied the building, but couldn't find a single human hair. Does that count as a waste of money?

"That's for sure! I've also understood in the past few days. The Japanese are coming back and forth with just a few moves. After the artillery fire, the machine guns are fired, and the machine guns are fired after the infantry attacks. Then, a large area is killed." The rickshaw driver's mood improved. , started bragging in the Central Plains style. "Give me a gun now, and I will dare to fight against the Japanese."

“Haha! Kill his little grandson!” The middle-aged man in a suit was amused by the honest fellow.

The mood is no longer as depressed as it was just now.

　　In war, you don't necessarily win if you fight hard. Who wouldn't feel uncomfortable watching all of your own people die before your eyes? Being able to escape safely under such a tight siege is definitely a victory. This truth is not difficult for a middle-aged man in a suit to understand.

The duo came to their senses, and many Chinese people's heads also turned.

The silent scene became noisy again.

While laughing at the Japanese who occupied an empty warehouse, he also guessed where the Chinese soldiers who were still in the warehouse yesterday ran away from.

Most people are obviously more inclined to leave by diving. Don't look at the searchlights placed by the Japanese on both sides of the warehouse, but they are very capable. They can dive for tens of meters at a time. The people in the concession pretend not to know, but they can just escape. Born?

In fact, not only the Chinese think so, the Japanese also came to roughly the same conclusion, especially after seeing two canals dug through the Suzhou River in the warehouse. The lieutenant commander of his engineering unit has already come to this conclusion.

The Chinese have already prepared an escape route 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 discovered by searchlights.

After all, the searchlight needs to sweep across the Suzhou River, which is tens of meters wide, little by little. It is normal for there to be dark corners.

As for the Westerners on the other side of the concession, they had long wanted the Chinese to escape, so it was an understandable operation to help cover them.

As for the fact that Chinese people have such good fur, maybe they are all from the Marine Corps!

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

It's better to run away.

The scapegoat, Brigadier General Smartet, was confused.

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

(End of this chapter)

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