The flames of war and gunpowder smoke have not dissipated, and soldiers covered in black dust and blood are standing silently on both sides of the street.
They won, but at this time, they couldn't laugh. Because more than sixty comrades died in this battle.
Duanwu held Lao Hulu's body and walked slowly on the street full of Japanese corpses.
Looking at the soldiers in front of him who were all blackened by gunpowder smoke, Duan Wu felt that maybe he was wrong. It was not that he had not changed Lao Hulu, but that Lao Hulu had been worried about his nephew. And for the Dragon Boat Festival, he gave up his life.
Old Hulu, is he afraid of death?
He fears!
But in the face of death and his nephew, he chose to protect his nephew without hesitation.
Lao Hulu heard Dragon Boat Festival's loud warning, and he also knew that a Japanese gun was aimed at him.
But the little devil wanted to kill his nephew. He had no time to hide or wonder if he would die.
Because in his eyes, he only has his nephew who is about to be assassinated by the Japanese.
At this time, the hero burst into tears. Duan Wu felt proud and proud to have such an uncle.
He is no longer confused, because China's unyielding military spirit is awakening, and its unyielding national will is awakening. So what kind of enemies do they still have that they cannot defeat?
Dragon Boat Festival roared: "Let's go! Take the hero home!"
"Bring the hero home!"
boom! Bang bang! ...
The soldiers responded loudly at the same time and fired their guns into the sky.
The sound of gunfire was particularly loud on a night like this, and it spread far, far away...
The people on the south bank could not sleep after hearing the gunshots.
Although the British were guarding the defense line on the south bank, they were still wary. After all, foreigners are unreliable. They still hope that Chinese soldiers will defend Shanghai.
They have high hopes for this Chinese army on the north bank and are very worried about their safety.
Because just this afternoon, it was said that a large number of Japanese soldiers were exchanging fire with Chinese soldiers.
They did not know how many casualties there were on both sides. I only know that it was the Chinese soldiers who repelled the Japanese attack.
They were very excited, so the drama on the stage today became Chang Ban Slope. There is Zhao Zilong in Changshan who killed one of his millions in the army seven times in and seven out. There is also Zhang Fei who drank Xia Houjie to death in Changbanpo.
They use this method to celebrate the victory of Chinese soldiers. Unexpectedly, on such a night, Chinese soldiers exchanged fire with the Japanese army again, and the sound of gunshots and shouts of killing were heard very fiercely.
Some people stood by the river to pray, while others put up river lanterns to pray for the soldiers.
On the river lanterns are written: Chinese soldiers will win, swear to kill the Japanese, and protect the country.
The gunshots that had gradually subsided suddenly started, and their hearts were in their throats again.
But at this moment, a lame veteran said: This is the sound of a farewell gunshot, and the battle is over.
"It's over. Did our people win?"
Everyone was looking forward to it, and at this moment, Chinese soldiers appeared one after another on the back wall of the Sixing Warehouse.
Someone was about to shout and ask about the battle situation, but what they didn't expect were the bodies of Chinese soldiers carried out by the soldiers.
They lifted up the concrete slabs on the ground and dug neat holes behind the four-row warehouse.
null! null! ...
The huge searchlight suddenly turned on, shining the soldiers on the north bank under the strong light.
It turned out to be British soldiers on the south bank, casting searchlights towards the north bank.
But the soldiers seemed oblivious and were still using pickaxes and shovels to tidy up the pits one by one.
One hundred, a hundred corpses of Chinese soldiers were neatly placed there.
In other words, in just one day, one hundred Chinese soldiers stationed at Sihang Warehouse were killed.
Just yesterday, these soldiers were talking and laughing, standing in front of them. But only one day, all the good years were ruined in the hands of the little devil.
The people on the south bank burst into tears. But they tried not to make a sound.
British soldiers were also watching from the south bank. They originally thought that the Chinese soldiers were no match for the Japanese and were about to flee. But I didn't want to, but I was just burying the body.
The corpses of a hundred soldiers were placed there, all of them shot in the front. And some people actually have several or even a dozen bullet holes on their bodies.
The brutality of the battle can be imagined. Even an arrogant British soldier had to take off his hat and mourn for the dead Chinese soldiers.
At this moment, a Chinese soldier wearing a white shirt and covered in blood walked out of the back door of Sihang Warehouse.
He stood tall and handsome, with at least a dozen injuries on his body, but there was no sign of any injury at all.
Especially the knife on his left ribs caused a gaping hole of one foot and two in his white shirt, and half of the skirt was almost cut off.
There was blood underneath his clothes, which showed how seriously the man was injured. But this expressionless young man acted as if the injury was not caused by him.
Behind him were several officers, Xie Jinyuan, Shangguan Zhibiao, Zhao Beishan, Lao Kan, Sun Shiyu, Wan Liguo, etc.
"I know this man. He is the man who tore off his collar badge on the Junk Bridge and scolded the British soldiers."
"Is he an officer of these people now? He looks so young?"
"Look at the injuries on his body, he should be seriously injured."
"It's terrible. If I were injured in any way, let alone walking away, it would hurt me to death even if I was lying down."
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As soon as the Dragon Boat Festival appeared, the people on the south bank were amazed.
First, they marvel at the age of Dragon Boat Festival. Secondly, Duanwu was seriously injured, and they all felt pain when they looked at it, but Duanwu himself seemed to be fine.
At the same time, hundreds of soldiers lined up.
Duanwu walked up to them and said loudly: "Soldiers, from today on, these are the rules of our 88th Division Independent Regiment.
Those who die last must bury those who die first!
Sihang Warehouse is our cemetery!
Maybe we will all die tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow! Are you afraid of death? "
"Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid!"
The soldiers said in unison.
But Dragon Boat Festival roared again: "Old Abacus, get out of the queue!"
"arrive!"
The old abacus came out, holding the roster in his hand.
"Let me ask you now, how many people are there in the 88th Division Independent Regiment?"
"The whole regiment consists of eight hundred and eight people!"
"How many people were killed?"
"One hundred and three killed!"
Old Abacus replied loudly, but his voice was already vibrating. Two clear tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
The soldiers also let out whimpering sounds one by one.
"Don't cry!"
At this moment, Duanwu roared loudly again, and then continued to roar: "They are all heroes, and they died heroically! They all deserve the word soldier!"
Put away your tears! Save your tears for your enemies! You must use the blood of the Japanese to pay homage to them, not tears. Do you understand? "
"clear!......"
The soldiers roared loudly.
"Down with the little devil!"
"Let the little devil pay with blood!..."
The roar of the Dragon Boat Festival not only called out the military spirit of the soldiers, but also awakened countless compatriots on the south bank behind them.
They raised their right hands high and roared loudly, ready to fight the little devil to the end! ...
