Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 171

Chapter 171 A moment of sadness and joy

Great consternation.

As a result, the whole place remained silent for another ten seconds.

Until the helmet, which was spinning in the mud with the force of its downward thrust, became completely silent.

“Haha!” The middle-aged man in a suit suddenly laughed wildly.

“Haha, I finally killed his little grandson!” The rickshaw driver also laughed loudly.

All Chinese people are laughing, laughing like crazy.

Of course they have to laugh.

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

The Chinese are just the opposite.

Heaven and **** are really just a thought away.

However, there were still many Chinese people who did not laugh. They cried amidst the overwhelming laughter of the people in the audience.

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

Until the end, he squatted on the ground and cried loudly, like a child whose toy had been robbed.

This made the rickshaw driver, who was smiling so much that his face was wrinkled, a little overwhelmed. He carefully pulled this fellow who was far above him in social status but still kind-hearted: "Sir, what's wrong? Are you crying?" What! Aren't all the Japanese soldiers killed?”

When the middle-aged man in a suit heard this, he became even more sad. After a while, he wiped his tears and said, "Explosives must be detonated by people."

“What?” The rickshaw driver obviously still didn't understand what the fellow villager meant.

Until a few seconds later, the smile on his face gradually stiffened, 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's question also contained a hint of crying.

“Yes!” The middle-aged man in a suit slowly stood up, looking deeply at the four-row warehouse that had collapsed into ruins, and muttered to himself.

"Old Zhou, do you know? Before yesterday, I didn't believe that those Japanese would fight with their lives. Even if those coffins were there, I still felt that there was an element of showmanship in it, but I believe it now. They They are so tough and worthy of the lives of those lying in the coffin."

"Mr. Zhang, I don't know whether what you said is worth it or not, and I don't know how to respond to you." The rickshaw driver shook his head dully. "It's just, shouldn't they be retreating? Why do you still say 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 a suit sighed. "The fire couldn't have started for no reason, and the explosives couldn't have been detonated so smoothly. I think they must have someone hiding in a dark room in the building that the Japanese couldn't search, so that they could kill the Japanese invaders just right. "

“Is he the dead man in the play?” The rickshaw driver was stunned.

“Yes, dead soldier!”

The rickshaw driver's mouth was cracked, tears flowed down his rough cheeks, and he was stunned for a long time. He knelt down facing the Sihang Warehouse and shouted loudly: "Brother, you go forward, let's go home!"

Shouting for souls is a custom in his hometown.

It's just that the only people who can make a thirty-year-old man kneel on his knees are close relatives and elders.

The middle-aged man in a suit also knelt down and kowtowed three times towards the ruins of the Sihang Warehouse.

Sihang Warehouse is like a giant steel tomb, the tomb of national warriors, and the hundreds of Japanese invaders buried in it are nothing more than sacrifices.

Many people reacted, whether they were dignitaries or traffickers, they fell to their knees, while women felt deeply blessed.

The Army Major General and Army Lieutenant Colonel in the distance all had tears in their eyes and raised their right arms in a military salute.

That was them, paying the highest military courtesy to their comrades, and it was also a farewell gift.

Ordinary people understand that explosives must be detonated by someone. Why don't soldiers understand this? At least a few people stayed in the warehouse to carry out this fatal plan.

Just, where are the rest of the people? Where did it go? they do not know. Having been at the edge of the concession all night, they knew that the Four Lines Army had not retreated, at least, not to the concession.

However, compared to the tears streaming down the face of the major general, the lieutenant colonel actually showed some restraint.

It was not because he knew that there were tunnels dug into the warehouse. The two special tunnels used to divert water to restrain the Japanese army's tunnels were only thirty meters long at most. They had no ventilation facilities and no upward exits.

Now, the Sihang Warehouse has completely collapsed, covering more than 20 meters of the surrounding ground. Staying in the tunnel is undoubtedly asking for death.

But he knew that the army in the warehouse was not dead because Tang Dao was there.

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

Looking at the entire Songhu battlefield, Tang Dao's various techniques and tactics are powerful. Although he is not the second choice, in fact, Tang Dao's most powerful thing is his mind. His clear grasp of the direction of the entire battlefield makes the army lieutenant colonel, who graduated from Huangpu, Top students can only take the next step, and that is what he values most about Tang Dao.

How could such a person lead hundreds of people to dig their own graves?

However, he would not say these words to the Army Major General who was still immersed in grief.

Because, only when all of them are 'dead' can he help them get treatment through the division headquarters, which is the treatment of soldiers.

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

If they were all alive, even if they had made great contributions, the big shots would have argued that they should not set a precedent, otherwise all the armies in the country could imitate it. But now that they are all dead, it is naturally impossible for them to do it again. Let's talk about this.

There is no problem if you want to imitate, you can just kill one of them, and you have to drag a Japanese army commander and hundreds of Japanese soldiers to die.

Sure enough, the agitated Army Major General immediately called the 88th Division Headquarters, strongly demanding that Tang Dao, Lei Xiong, and the Baibahao soldiers who had not arrived at the concession be reinstated in the military and given normal treatment for those who died in battle. , otherwise, he would no longer be the major general's chief of staff, and would stay at the Concession Garrison Headquarters as a translator.

Don't tell me, because of the battle at Sihang Warehouse, Brigadier General Smart and the Army Lieutenant Colonel admired it very much. If they took off their military uniforms over there, they would definitely have to be worked by a senior counselor here in the concession, especially the Japanese army. At this critical juncture, there were hundreds of thousands of soldiers in Songhu.

Hundreds of men actually killed nearly a thousand Japanese troops, and in the end, they managed to drag a Japanese colonel and hundreds of Japanese invaders to the underworld. This was an incredible achievement. Looking at the entire Songhu Battle, how many troops could do so? Such a glorious battle?

Coupled with what the Army Major General said, let alone the 88th Division Headquarters, even the Songhu Theater Command did not dare to neglect, and the telegram was sent directly to the Jinling Military and Administrative Department.

As for the result, we can only wait.

Different from the Chinese who stood quietly on the river bank with mixed emotions, the Japanese who were still alive were left with full sadness.

Hundreds of Japanese troops, except for a small number of security troops, abandoned their swords and guns and rushed to the ten-meter-high concrete ruins with individual engineer shovels in an attempt to dig up the ruins and save people.

Not only were there clearly audible groans of pain in the ruins, but also 80% of the officers and men of the entire 36th Infantry Regiment were among them. The most important thing was that the regiment flag given by His Majesty the Emperor himself was buried inside.

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

It is precisely because of this rule that even if the Japanese infantry regiment is trapped in a heavy encirclement and is about to be wiped out, the so-called "burning" procedure will be carried out.

That is to say, burn the military flag and bury the gold flag crown anywhere, so that it will not be counted as captured.

In the past, in thousands of battles, large and small, throughout the Great Patriotic War, the Chinese army also defeated many Japanese infantry regiments, but failed to capture any of them. Before the army was wiped out, all the regiment flags were burned, and the golden flag crowns were buried in the field. This was already the most glorious achievement of the Chinese army.

But now, although the regiment flag was not actually captured by the Chinese, it was buried in the ruins created by the Chinese. It is strange that the Japanese infantry were not impatient.

Unfortunately, once a large reinforced concrete building like the Sixing Warehouse collapses, not to mention the use of engineering shovels, even in the next 70 years, humans with various large excavators and cranes will only be able to face a collapse of this level. I can look at the ruins and sigh.

This point, Colonel Kimura Shaoxiong, who has not yet gone far, is much clearer than ordinary Japanese soldiers.

Looking at the ruins with a dull face, for a long time, he sighed: "From now on, there is no 36th Infantry Regiment in the Imperial Army."

The fate of the Japanese soldiers buried in the ruins has been determined. Even if they don't die now, they will breathe their last breath in darkness and loneliness.

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