About 300 meters ahead from the entrance of Sihang Warehouse, turn right and you will see the Tibet Road Bridge over the Suzhou River. The bridge is more than 100 meters long, including the approach bridge, it is about 140 meters in total, and the bridge deck is about 17 or 18 meters wide. You can take the tram, and there are railings on the bridge, which is a semi-European architectural style.
If the defenders in Sihang Warehouse want to get the phone, they must send someone to cross the bridge to the other side to get the phone and then return.
No one can avoid the bombardment of a sniper rifle at a distance of nearly three hundred meters.
At this time, no Chinese soldiers were allowed to enter the foreign concessions, and no Chinese soldiers were allowed to approach with guns. Therefore, the soldiers who passed by the Sixing Warehouse could only use their bare hands. When they reached the other side, they could only stand and stand between the Four Lines Warehouse and other countries. Waiting outside the iron fence in the concession was equivalent to standing directly at the bridge and allowing Japanese snipers to bombard them.
The Japanese army believed that even if the soldiers in the Sixing Warehouse were lucky enough to survive, they would never come back alive, so they agreed to Xie Jinyuan's request.
After Lei Xiong came back, he reported the harsh conditions proposed by the Japanese army to Xie Jinyuan. Xie Jinyuan immediately decided to give up. He would not risk the lives of ordinary people and soldiers.
The Japanese army wanted to use the narrowness and length of the bridge to kill Chinese soldiers and demoralize the soldiers in the warehouse, but they ignored the determination of the Chinese people to resist Japan. Not every Chinese was willing to be a traitor and lackey of the Japanese. , that’s just a very small part of the scum.
Just when Xie Jinyuan and others returned to the temporary war room to prepare for tomorrow's hand-to-hand combat, the cheers of the people on the other side of the river and the sound of sniper rifles were heard outside.
A soldier ran in and reported that there were people on the other side of the Suzhou River delivering telephones to the warehouse.
Xie Jinyuan, Zhou Zhihan and others immediately stood in front of the window and looked at the Tibet roads and bridges with binoculars.
There were four people lying on the bridge, two from the Ax State and two from the Xiaodao Hui. Three of them had their heads shot, and the other one was lying on the bridge, his life or death unknown.
Lying on the bridge was a telephone protected by an iron box and a thin telephone line with a roller.
Just now, two young men from Xiaodaohui and two from Axe State worked together to deliver the phone and came out of the concession holding the phone box. As soon as they entered the bridge and ran a few steps, they were shot by two Japanese snipers.
Xie Jinyuan angrily scolded Lei Xiong: "Didn't I say, don't let unarmed people be responsible for delivering phone calls. Let them stop quickly, don't let the people bleed needlessly."
Lei Xiong said helplessly: "Guanzu! It was a call sent by a voluntary organization of the people on the other side of the river. Our efforts to stop it are useless. Xiao Daohui and Ax Bang must contribute to the country and to the brothers who guard the Sihang Warehouse."
Zhou Zhihan saw several young men on the other side of the river tying their trousers, tightening their belts, packing neatly, and then explaining something to the elders in Banghui. The elders stood up and led the way, saying that someone was paying tribute to the young men who were about to go to war.
The people on the side also cheered for the young men who were about to go out to deliver phone calls.
Many girls also cheered for the younger students and praised them as heroes.
The young students clasped their fists and saluted around them, and then walked towards the bridge amidst the encouragement of everyone. There were people queuing up behind them, standing in a posture of life and death.
Banghui encourages all the young people who go out to fight. Those who complete the mission are rewarded with money and status in Banghui. Even if they fail to complete the mission, three times the pension will be given to their families if they die. The disabled Banghui will be raised for a lifetime and respected by everyone.
The Japanese were too bullying, and the young people decided to contribute to the country and the defenders of Sihang Warehouse. Banghui allowed them to go all out without any worries.
Xie Jinyuan grabbed a big loudspeaker and said: "To all the compatriots on the other side, your thoughts are understood by Brother Xie. Please go back quickly."
The white-haired old man clasped his fists: "Thank you, Commander! Let us contribute to the country. Even if there is only one person left in Xiaodaohui today, we must send the phone to him."
The middle-aged man in black also clasped his fists: "Thank you, Commander! Brothers from the Ax Nation will fight to the death to deliver the phone to the warehouse. Let the little devils see today that when the country is in crisis, the Chinese people are united and will never be defeated." They conquer.”
Xie Jinyuan looked pale and knew that his persuasion was useless, so he could only salute the military salute to Nan'an.
Zhou Zhihan also saluted the military: "All the people in the country are like this, how dare the Japanese invaders!"
Squad leader Zhu, a veteran from Shandong, ran in: "Team leader! Our snipers are too far away from the bridge to provide fire support to the people on the other side. The Japanese army has occupied an absolute sniper point. Several snipers we sent out were all blocked by the Japanese firepower. I suppressed it and couldn’t raise my head.”
At this moment, the young man of Xiao Daohui, whose life and death were unknown, was lying on the bridge, struggling to get up.
"Don't move, stay where you are and don't move!"
The soldiers here at Sihang Warehouse shouted loudly.
The young man was lying on the ground. His position was invisible to the Japanese snipers, so he was allowed to live until now.
"You bastard little devils, labor and management will fight with you!" The young junior student lying on the ground was shot in the abdomen just now and passed out. When he woke up, his whole body was in unbearable pain. He knew that he was not going to die soon, so he Make one last effort before dying.
"Lie down where you are, don't move, don't move."
Soldiers from the Sihang Warehouse on the north bank of the river rushed outside to rescue the young people on the bridge, but were pushed back by Japanese sniper rifles. One soldier was injured and was snatched back by his companions.
"You stupid little devil." The young man used up his last energy, covered his abdomen with one hand, and stood up suddenly holding the phone box in the other hand. He staggered and rushed forward like crazy, covered with blood. Cursing in his mouth.
"Snapped!"
The sound of a gunshot was the sound of a Japanese Army Type 97 sniper rifle firing a round.
The young man fell forward and threw the phone box five to six meters away. His body curled up and twitched, then gradually relaxed.
The Sihang Warehouse is about 300 meters away from the Tibet Road Bridge, and the bridge is more than 100 meters away from the Japanese army, which is the absolute killing distance of snipers. The firepower of the sniper rifles at the Sihang Warehouse does not pose any threat to the Japanese snipers. The Chinese soldiers here in the warehouse could only watch helplessly as their compatriots were sniped and killed by the Japanese army and were helpless.
"Boom..."
Suddenly, the drums on the south bank of the river sounded!
Two more young students from Xiaodaohui rushed over from the bridge.
Zhou Zhihan shouted with a loudspeaker: "There must be changes in running. You cannot just run in a straight line. You must run in straight lines combined with curves. Don't let Japanese snipers find your running rhythm."
The two young students knew the chief instructor of the Air Force and immediately followed his instructions and ran using a combination of straight lines and curves.
This change worked as expected. Japanese bullets flew past them and hit the bridge railings, causing rubble to burst into pieces.
Entering the main bridge, the two junior students ran separately. They relied on the cover of the bridge railings on both sides and ran to the phone box. One of the junior students bent down to pick up the phone box. Before he could take two steps, he was hit by a bullet. His chest and whole body felt as if they had been hit hard by a sledgehammer. He threw the phone box forward more than ten meters, and then fell to the ground and died.
"Labour and management are fighting with you, I'm a muddy little devil..."
Another junior student was shocked and frightened when he saw his companion fall to the ground. He knew there was no turning back, so he cursed and ran forward in a straight line while holding the phone box, forgetting what the chief instructor of the Air Force said.
"Snapped!"
Another Arisaka bullet from the Type 97 sniper rifle flew out of a two-story building on the north bank of the river and hit Housheng's left chest. Blood splattered everywhere. He immediately fell to the ground and struggled twice. He was trying to get up amidst the shouts of "Don't move, don't move" from the Chinese soldiers on the north bank of the river. Another gunshot rang out, and a bullet flew and hit his right rib, and he remained motionless.
The drumming stopped suddenly!
Six young people on the south bank of the river gave up their six living lives in exchange for a distance of less than 60 meters on the Tibet Road bridge.
Six living lives turned into corpses in an instant, immediately shattering the enthusiasm and bravery of the young people on the other side who were preparing for the relay.
No one can take it easy in the face of death!
For a time, no one on the south bank of the Suzhou River dared to step forward.
Two minutes later, Japanese laughter came from the north bank of the river: "Yo Xi ha ha ha..."
"My name is Wu Zhonghua, from Jiangsu!"
On the south bank of the river, a sturdy middle-aged man shouted and rushed towards the bridge. He dragged a long firecracker in his hand and ran over the brazier prepared in advance at the bridge head.
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