When a ray of sunshine appeared in the east, the Shandong veteran who had been staring at the window on the fifth floor of Sihang Warehouse all night put away his sniper rifle and saluted the people on the south bank of the Suzhou River who had been watching in the dark corner all night.
An unkempt beggar opened his dark fingers and returned a lame military salute. Not far from him, there was an old man with white hair and a gong in his hand, rubbing his eyes and waving to the Shandong veteran. What he wanted to say was not said after all. He came out, sighed, turned and left.
Those men who were worried about the Japanese raiding the Sihang Warehouse, hid in various corners on the south bank of the river to monitor the Japanese, and were ready to warn the soldiers at any time, cheered towards the soldiers in the warehouse, stared at them for a while, and then left.
Watching the people who had been watching and leaving all night, Zhou Zhihan, who had been guarding the No. 214 ship at the top of the Sihang Warehouse, was moved again.
"Sir!" Chen Shusheng looked at the people leaving, silently saluted a military salute, and then said, "We will raise the flag in half an hour. Do you think we can withstand the crazy Japanese attack?"
Late last night, Zhou Zhihan found Xie Jinyuan and specifically requested that Chen Shusheng, Li Mancang, Wang Jindou, Liu Beiwu and others be brought over to help the fighter planes take off and land on the roof of the warehouse, and to refuel the fighter planes and add bullets.
At around ten o'clock last night, a mysterious anti-Japanese team of more than 20 people disguised themselves as civilians and risked their lives to deliver aircraft oil and bombs. The leader was none other than Xu Zheyou.
The people brought by Xu Zheyou were all guerrilla masters, good at laying landmines and sniping. After unloading the aircraft oil and bullets, they worked non-stop to lay out several layers of minefields around the Sihang Warehouse under the cover of night.
The brothers of the 88th Division only defend, not attack, and will not enter the minefield.
"Yes!" Zhou Zhihan replied firmly to Chen Shusheng, "We will definitely hold on here for four days, so that the whole world can see that our Chinese soldiers have not flinched even a step in the face of 300,000 Japanese troops in these four days!"
"Sir!" Li Mancang plucked up the courage and finally said what he had wanted to say more than a dozen times but had held back. "When this battle is over, can I learn to fly a plane with you?"
"Sir, I'm going with you, and I'm going to learn to fly a plane with you."
"Am I going too?"
Li Mancang took the lead, followed by Wang Jindou and Liu Beiwu.
"What are you doing with your beards?" Chen Shusheng licked his lips and smiled shyly, "The pilots are all college students, and they are all the proud sons of heaven. We didn't even know a bunch of characters when we got on the plane. I can’t even find the stall anywhere.”
Does the plane have stalls? Zhou Zhihan didn't find it funny, but instead felt a sore nose: "After this battle, all of you will come with me. When we get to the Air Force Academy, I will teach you how to read and write step by step, accept you as my apprentice, and take you to fly into the sky. Look at the blue sky and earth of the motherland. But first you must promise me that you must live well!"
"Is it true, sir!?"
Chen Shusheng and others almost widened their eyes and asked in unison, their eyes full of expectation.
"Can what the chief instructor of the Air Force say be true?" Zhou Zhihan raised his hand and lightly slapped the helmet on everyone's head. "If you want to be a pilot, if you want to recognize me as your master, you have to treat me well." Stay alive. You know.”
"Yes! Master!"
Several young soldiers, with happy faces and smiles from ear to ear, immediately changed their names to "Master", as if they were afraid that the chief instructor would regret it.
At this moment, four to five hundred meters away from the warehouse, a traitor emerged from the Japanese trenches and began to persuade him to surrender: "Brothers in Sihang Warehouse, it is already half past five in the morning, and it is time for the imperial army to attack. There are less than two and a half hours left.
The imperial army is kind and allows you to think about it for one night before you come out and surrender. You have also seen that the warehouse is surrounded by imperial troops. It is impossible for you to escape. If you do not surrender, you will die.
700,000 people did not stop the imperial army. Just a few of you are not even ants under the imperial army's feet. We Chinese have a saying that in real time, everything is better..."
"Snapped!"
A Chinese sniper who had been hiding in a pile of corpses all night was very close to the traitor. He couldn't stand listening any more. He raised his hand and shot the traitor. The bullet hit the traitor's head, leaving a bloody hole as big as a palm in the back of his head.
"I know you well, I know you..."
Before he finished his words, two bullets flew out from the pile of dead bodies not far away, one hit his chest and the other hit his head.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot easily, and be careful to hide yourself."
Squad leader Zhu, a Shandong veteran, hid behind the wall and shouted loudly.
"I'm sorry!"
When a Shandong soldier saw the tragic death of a fellow soldier, he picked up his bayonet, gritted his teeth, and stabbed a hole in the leg of a little Japanese who was hanging. He wanted to stab a second time, but was grabbed by the Shandong veteran: " If you stab him to death, you won't be able to humiliate the little devil on the other side."
South bank of Suzhou River.
The military observers from various countries who were having a sumptuous breakfast were eating steak and reading newspapers while talking about the short battle between China and Japan last night. The Chinese Air Force chief instructor almost frightened the Japanese with one shot and did not dare to fight again. Continue to act rashly.
At 6:05, the door of the restaurant was suddenly pushed open, and an intelligence officer hurried in: "The Chinese soldiers stationed at the Sihang Warehouse raised the blue sky and white sun flag!"
The sound of knives and forks suddenly stopped, and there was silence in the restaurant. All the military observers who were eating seemed to have turned into clay sculptures in an instant.
Three seconds later, everyone quickly put down their breakfast and asked the soldiers to immediately prepare airships, cameras, and cameras. The Chinese and Japanese sides on the north bank of the Suzhou River were about to go to war.
"The Japanese said they would take down the Sihang Warehouse in three hours. I bet 5,000 yuan that the Chinese defenders won't be able to hold on for three hours."
A German observer said, putting a piece of steak in his mouth and chewing it, then shrugged and spread his hands, "Which of you bets on me?"
No one followed.
"Can the Chinese army defend for three hours? Are you kidding Gilman? I'll bet the Japanese army to capture the Sihang Warehouse within two hours for 10,000 yuan. Which one of you will follow?" Another Western observer took out a gun from his body. Stack money and put it on the table.
Still no one followed.
Another Western observer said confidently: "If the Chinese commander stationed at the Sihang Warehouse does not raise the Blue Sky and White Sun flag, the Chinese army may last six or seven hours or a day. Now that the Blue Sky and White Sun flag is raised, it is attacking the Japanese. Face, the humiliated Japanese will never let the Sihang Warehouse stay in the hands of the Chinese defenders for two hours after the war."
6:00.
In addition to the defensive soldiers, Xie Jinyuan led all officers and soldiers to salute the military flag and watched the white sun flag rising slowly in the blue sky.
After the flag-raising was completed, the soldiers were filled with tears!
Xie Jinyuan looked around everyone, with a solemn expression, firm eyes, and a heroic tone: "Brothers of the 88th Division!"
"yes!"
Zhou Zhihan and all the soldiers answered in unison.
“In the sky over there, there are senior observers from Western countries watching our every move.
Behind us are our compatriots who have been ravaged by the Japanese war cavalry.
We are not just resisting the Japanese here, we are also doing it for all the Chinese to see.
Show it to the world powers.
here,
Shanghai,
The Chinese are still there.
The Chinese soldiers are still standing here, not retreating a step. As long as we are here, Shanghai will not fall.
Northeast fell,
North China fell,
Because of you,
Shanghai is still there. "
Xie Jinyuan looked excited. After speaking, he gave a military salute to all the soldiers.
More and more people gathered on the south bank of the river, looking up at the highest point of the Sixing Warehouse, with tears in their eyes.
"yes!"
All the soldiers of the 88th Division upstairs and downstairs answered in unison with their guns in their arms.
"Ya, what are they doing?"
A little boy of four or five years old asked curiously, sitting on his father's shoulders.
"They are showing the world the unyielding backbone of the Chinese people! They are the backbone of China!"
"When I grow up in the future, I will be the backbone of the nation!" the little boy said, imitating the appearance of the soldiers on the roof of the warehouse, clasping his fingers together and giving a military salute.
