When he came in the afternoon, Zhou Zhihan brought a blue sky and white sun flag.
Now, the blue sky and white sun flag hangs on the wall, shining brightly in the candlelight.
"Everyone! We are the only one in Shanghai who is holding on alone. We are facing more than 300,000 Japanese troops, more than 300 fighter planes, more than 100 warships and countless tanks and artillery. But we have not backed down. We are still in Shanghai. .
The Chinese army is still in Shanghai!
It is my honor, Xie Jinyuan, to fight side by side with my brothers.
The more than 300 of us who defeated the 300,000 Japanese troops will definitely attract the attention of the world. This is your glory and our glory.
The high command ordered us to hold on for a few more days, as many days as we can hold on. The longer we hold on, the more support and sympathy we can win from the international community at the Brussels Conference. "
Xie Jinyuan stood in front of the blue sky and white sun flag. His military uniform had several bullet holes and looked a little worn and full of smoke, but it still stood tall on his body.
Seeing Zhou Zhihan and Yangguai coming in together, Xie Jinyuan and the officers smiled and nodded, but no one celebrated.
Shanghai will fall sooner or later, this army is just struggling to hold on.
Deng Ying, the commander of the second company, frowned and threw the cigarette butts on the ground: "The order from the summit is for us to hold on for two days and wait for the Brussels Conference to be held. It will be considered as completing the task. I don't think the Japanese are attacking too quickly. If they don't raise the flag, , we should be fine if we hold on for two days.”
Captain Tang Di said: "Regiment, we have enough ammunition and food in the warehouse, and the warehouse is easy to defend and difficult to attack. If the flag is not raised, the brothers will use all their strength to hold on for two days and fight the enemy. If the flag is raised tomorrow, it will be two days. The mission is impossible to complete.”
Xie Jinyuan looked at Zhou Zhihan: "Chief instructor, tell me your opinion!"
Zhou Zhihan held a cigarette in his hand: "I can only fly a plane to fight in the air. I know very little about marching and fighting, forming formations to charge, so I follow Commander Xie's arrangements in everything."
Xie Jinyuan nodded.
"Why don't we raise our own flag in our own place?" A Shandong veteran walked in with a sniper rifle, "Sir! This is our home, our land. Our ancestors have been here for generations. This flag, our Just get up and show those bastards a look."
Third Company Commander Shi Meihao said fiercely: "Yes! Raise the flag and show these sons of bitches that our grandpas are still in Shanghai."
Shangguan Zhibiao adjusted his glasses: "Leader, I think this flag should be raised. Since we are here, the people who are looking at us on the opposite side should also see this flag!"
Major Yang Ruifu, commander of the first battalion, looked solemn and said: "However, raising this flag is a great insult to the Japanese army. They will launch an attack at all costs and even use heavy artillery. Let alone two days. We might not be able to hold on for even a few hours."
"The few little devils hanging outside are still howling. This is the biggest insult to the Japanese army. Let's just show the Japanese on the opposite side that in the face of their 300,000-strong army, our Chinese soldiers don't even piss on them! "After Yang Guai finished speaking, he refilled his cigarette and lowered his head to clean his rifle. His face, both righteous and evil, was buried in the swirling smoke. It was unclear whether he was laughing or mocking.
"Xie believes that raising this flag is more meaningful than holding it for two days, and can better express our attitude and the spiritual will of all Chinese people to the international community. We want the world to see that Chinese soldiers are still in Shanghai, facing We did not give in even one step against the 300,000 Japanese troops."
Zhou Zhihan suddenly had goosebumps all over his body. At this moment, he had never been so heroic.
Xie Jinyuan said: "Everyone!"
The officers stood at attention at the same time and looked at Xie Jinyuan.
"Raise the flag tomorrow morning! After eight o'clock, we will be under strong pressure from 300,000 Japanese troops. In this battle, our entire army may be annihilated, but we will leave our name in history! If you have any last words, please leave them to the General Secretary Take the instructor away."
Zhou Zhihan was stunned!
A military salute. Xie Jinyuan said: "Before the war starts tomorrow, please ask the chief instructor to leave Shanghai with the suicide notes of all the brothers."
Zhou Zhihan: "I won't leave!"
Xie Jinyuan: "The purpose of the chief instructor's trip has been achieved. Let the people on the south coast see that our Chinese army is still in Shanghai, and the Chinese Air Force is still guarding the sky over Shanghai. Our army has four rows of warehouses as a barrier to defend, and your aircraft oil and bullets Once you use it up, you won’t be able to leave even if you want to.
Ship Battle No. 214 must not fall into the hands of the Japanese. This fighter plane in your hands will always be a shame to the Japanese, so you must leave tomorrow morning! "
Zhou Zhihan said nothing, he knew what he should do.
After leaving the temporary headquarters, the officers went separately to inspect various positions.
Although the Japanese army no longer launched an attack, the guards of the warehouse did not dare to be careless. Many hidden sentries were posted outside. Most of the soldiers were resting in another basement inside the warehouse. If there was an enemy situation, the soldiers could be in place within ten seconds.
Zhou Zhihan followed Xie Jinyuan to the basement where the soldiers were resting. The water and electricity in the entire Sihang Warehouse had long been cut off by the Japanese army. Fortunately, there was a well in the warehouse and there were many cotton clothes and bedding. The soldiers were spread out on the floor, lying or sitting. Smoking and drinking, gambling and playing cards, and telling dirty jokes.
Seeing Xie Jinyuan walking in, the soldiers stood up one after another.
Xie Jinyuan told everyone what to do, and then went to comfort the wounded and check their injuries.
There will be a battle tomorrow, and no one knows whether they will see the sunset tomorrow night. Tonight, the soldiers will do whatever they want.
Only now did Zhou Zhihan know that it was not just the 1st Battalion of the 524th Regiment of the 88th Division that guarded the Sixings Warehouse. It could be seen from the military uniforms that there were many soldiers who belonged to other units, and some even wore black uniforms. There are miscellaneous troops from the Hubei Security Group and Jiangsu Security Group as well as some stragglers. Some speak Hubei dialect, some speak Sichuan dialect, and there are people from Northeast China, Anhui, Jiangsu, Shandong...
Due to malnutrition, most of the soldiers were thin and sallow, and the helmets they wore were too large, covering almost half of their faces.
Seeing Zhou Zhihan, many young soldiers stood up again, their shy faces full of admiration.
The deeds of the chief instructor of the Chinese Air Force have long been spread among the soldiers in Shanghai. Just over an hour ago, the soldiers saw the chief instructor flying a fighter plane to give a lift to the trapped brothers, and then destroyed the Suzhou River. The sneak attack kid.
Just now, some young soldiers were still talking about joining the air force together after this war is over. They looked so majestic in flying planes.
"Chief instructor!" A shy and honest soldier of medium build asked, "Can you write?"
As soon as he said these words, he immediately attracted ridicule from his companions, who immediately blushed and lowered his head.
Zhou Zhihan took the soldier to sit down together, took out a cigarette to share with everyone, and asked, "Do you want to write a letter home?"
The soldier nodded!
Zhou Zhihan took out paper and pen: "I'll write it for you! You say it, and I'll write it!"
"Chief instructor, can you also help me write?"
the young soldiers asked.
There are hundreds of people in the warehouse, but only a dozen can write. Among them, there are still a few people who cannot write and have to use circles, ticks, and crosses instead.
"Okay, okay!" Zhou Zhihan waved to everyone and smiled, "Come one by one, and I will write it for you."
After writing the first letter, Zhou Zhihan asked the shy and honest soldier: "What is your name? I'll write it for you!"
"My name is Chen Shusheng, from Lichuan, Hubei! I just forgot about the chief instructor. Please add a few more words to tell my mother that I am now the deputy squad leader!"
"Chief instructor, when Shu Sheng has finished writing, you can write it for me. My name is Li Mancang, from Tongcheng, Hubei. I have a mother at home, and my father..."
"Chief instructor, please write to me first that I will be on guard later. My name is Wang Jindou and I am from Liuyang, Hunan. Just tell my mother that I am fine."
"Chief instructor, I also have to go out on duty. I have no father or mother, so just give me a name. My name is Liu Beiwu."
"..."
After staying for a few seconds, Zhou Zhihan shook his hand and the pen fell to the ground with a clatter.
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I cried when I wrote this last paragraph.
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