There was fierce fighting going on inside and around the Bank of Communications warehouse.
There was also a fierce exchange of words on the top floor of the Chinachem Hotel.
Okamoto Jimasei and several Japanese diplomats made sarcastic remarks.
Xu Jason seems to be fair, but in fact he secretly connotes the government and the national army.
Although Yu Hongjie only had one mouth and was poor at speaking, he still fought back.
The fact that Songhu fell broke the seal of his mayor and made him stronger.
The reporters, diplomats and Shanghai celebrities at the scene flocked to the western edge of the rooftop, holding on to the guardrail and looking towards the direction of the Sixing Warehouse.
If you have a telescope, use a telescope; if you don’t have a telescope, use your naked eyes.
Everyone is eager to know how the fight is going at Sihang Warehouse?
In addition, announcers from the Imperial News Agency of Japan, China Central News Agency, United News Agency, Agence France-Presse (Havas News Agency), TASS and Reuters sat in front of their own broadcasting equipment and talked.
"Dear listeners, the Battle of Songhu seems to have not ended yet..."
"According to reliable information, there are still Chinese troops persisting in the war of resistance in Sihang Warehouse..."
"At this moment I am standing on the rooftop of the 77-meter-high main building of Chinachem Hotel..."
Radio waves were sent to all corners of the world through broadcasting equipment. This was undoubtedly a historic moment, because it was the first time in human history that a war was broadcast live through radio waves.
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Yuan Zhigang finished cleaning the iron filings from the lathe and rode home from get off work.
As a senior technician in the machinery factory affiliated to the Machinery Department of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce in the Concession, Yuan Zhigang's salary is pretty good. He can receive a monthly salary of 60 yuan, and he is protected from wind and rain.
What's even more rare is that he also married a wife and had a daughter in the concession and settled down.
Yuan Zhigang is actually very satisfied with his current life.
In such a world, it is not easy to live a life where a wife and children are on the hot bed.
When he got home, his wife had already cooked and his five-year-old daughter was listening to the radio. When she saw him coming back, she ran over and put her arms around his neck and called him daddy. Yuan Zhigang felt that his heart had melted.
At this time, an excited voice came from the radio, speaking English.
As soon as Yuan Zhi heard a few words, his heart skipped a beat. Was there another fight at Sihang Warehouse?
While serving the dishes, my wife said with a smile: "Isn't my daughter learning English? I asked her to listen to Reuters and the American Broadcasting Corporation. If she wants to learn English well, she should listen and speak more. You will be fine in the future. I also speak more English to my daughter when I’m young, so that her English will improve quickly and she can study abroad when she grows up.”
Yuan Zhigang responded, but his attention was focused on the radio.
From the announcer's tone, it seems that the national army has launched a counterattack?
Did I hear that correctly? The Songhu Independent Regiment actually has the ability to fight back?
How many people are there in total? After all, it’s only four hundred people, right?
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Nanjing Road, the temporary campus of East China Christian United University, Tang Jingwu, who graduated from the Department of Chemistry of Columbia University, has just finished giving a chemistry class to the students.
This class was seriously delayed and it was already dark.
"Students, you must remember to review your homework after you go back."
"Don't neglect your studies because of the war, because the war will end one day, and our country will still be waiting for you to build and revitalize it, so you must study hard."
"Professor Tang, goodbye." The students bowed respectfully and left get out of class.
Tang Jingwu also picked up the lecture notes and stood up to leave the classroom, but when he walked through the corridor and returned to the office, he glanced at the third floor of an apartment building across Nanjing Road without leaving a trace.
After confirming that the potted plants on the balcony of the apartment had not changed, I walked into the office of the School of Engineering.
Yes, no one knows that Tang Jingwu, a Ph.D. in chemistry from Columbia University, is actually a veteran of the Fuxing Society, and will soon become the first station director of the Shanghai Station of the Military Command Bureau.
There are two other teachers working in the office.
One of the young teachers also had a radio on his desk.
A new program launched by AFP is playing on the radio: This is Songhu.
This program was produced by Sophia, the war correspondent of AFP stationed in Songhu, with her own money. Because of its novel and diverse content, it is very popular among young men in DaSonghu.
This young teacher is Sophia's supporter.
On the radio, Sophia's voice was as full of fiery energy as ever.
"At this moment, I am standing on the 77-meter-high rooftop of the Chinachem Hotel. Behind me is the Huangpu River rolling eastward. In front of me is the hot battlefield of Sihang Warehouse, and the Songhu Independent Regiment. The warriors are fighting to the death against the foreign invaders, oh, I'm so sorry, as a journalist, I shouldn't have a preset position."
"The fact is that the Songhu Independent Regiment suddenly launched a counterattack at about 5 o'clock tonight."
"The fighting was extremely fierce, and intensive gunshots could be heard several kilometers away."
Tang Jingwu didn't listen carefully at first and was only focusing on correcting his homework. But after hearing this sentence, his right hand holding the pen immediately stopped in the air. The Songhu Independent Regiment launched a counterattack?
How do you say this? Three hundred people dare to launch a counterattack?
Is Xie Jinyuan so brave? And is Yan Yan really that good at fighting?
As a veteran of the Fuxing Society, Tang Jingwu knew all the inside stories.
He even used his overseas connections to conduct some investigations into Yan's identity, but he did not find any useful clues.
"I just got the latest news that the Songhu Independent Group has invaded the Bank of Communications warehouse."
"But the Japanese troops from the Commercial Bank warehouse and the direction north of Guoqing Road are frantically reinforcing."
"Although the situation ahead is still unclear, my good friend Major Lotov, the Soviet military attaché in China, told me with certainty that the Songhu Independent Regiment will win."
"But this battle will continue for a while."
"Let's take a break for a few minutes and break in for an ad."
"Movie star cigarettes, Lady Butterfly, beautifully decorated, yellow and tender tobacco, mellow fragrance..."
For a moment, Tang Jingwu wanted to get up and go to North Suzhou Road to applaud the soldiers of the Songhu Independent Regiment, because launching such a counterattack at this time would really boost the morale of the people.
Even if you know you will fail in the end, you still have to shout for them!
But as a veteran agent after all, Tang Jingwu quickly controlled his emotions.
But the two young teachers couldn't restrain themselves, stood up and rushed out of the office.
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Zhang Yifu couldn't control his emotions. He had returned to the rented apartment and was standing on the north balcony waving his arms desperately to cheer for the soldiers of the Songhu Independent Regiment.
There were more "Zhang Yifu" who flocked after hearing the broadcast.
In less than half an hour, thousands of people had gathered on South Suzhou Road.
And more people are gathering here from all directions.
Among these people were peddlers, dock coolies, and beggars.
There are lecturers from universities, white-collar managers from foreign companies, and dancers from Paramount.
The patrol officers on South Suzhou Road and North XZ Road tried their best to stop and drive them away, but they couldn't stop them at all. They were quickly overwhelmed by the tide of Chinese people, and in the end they simply gave up.
Thousands of Chinese poured into South Suzhou Road, across the more than 30-meter-wide Suzhou River, shouting hysterically and cheering towards the national troops on the other side.
"Come on! Kill little Japan!"
"Rise up, the Chinese rise up!"
"Brothers from the national army, beat me to death!"
"China will not die, China will not die, look at that hero..."
"Look at the dark hole ahead, it must be the thief's lair. When I catch up, I will kill him cleanly."
Various dialects were mixed together, and some people sang Peking Opera loudly. They even snatched gongs, suonas and other musical instruments from the opera troupe, and beat them randomly, tinkling and clanging.
This is most likely the first time in human history.
There were so many spectators coming to watch the war.
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However, Chairman Standing Committee's mood is extremely complicated.
On the one hand, more than 700,000 troops were defeated, but on the other hand, there was a tragic counterattack by more than 300 people!
Although from a military perspective, this was only an insignificant small-scale counterattack, it is undeniable that on the day Songhu fell, launching such a high-profile counterattack at such a critical juncture really boosted the morale of the Chinese people. The counterattack was so timely and precise, and its political and propaganda significance is simply inestimable!
But it happened to be a wild force. Why was it a wild force like the Eighth Route Army?
How great would it be if it were my own? Why can’t the Central Army produce such a unit?
