This is perhaps the most touching scene since the Sihang Warehouse War.
Because of the body of a dead soldier, people kept jumping into the river and were shot to death by machine guns, and then followed up.
The Chinese people, who are deeply influenced by the traditional concept of "the dead are laid to rest in peace", wrote a song with their lives and blood to the crazy Japanese invaders, to the tearful Chinese soldiers, and to the dumbfounded Westerners by this river.
Chinese stubbornness.
Tantai Mingyue was also among the crowd.
When she saw this scene, she ran downstairs, threw off her leather boots, and planned to rush to the river bank like the other tribesmen who rushed to death without hesitation.
She was stopped, stopped by the Chinese.
Not all men in China are dead yet, so it’s not women’s turn. This is what the round-faced boss of the theater said with an almost ferocious expression.
After saying that, he led a few of his men to the river bank, and they carried the big drum that Yue Changqing had played when he was the first to jump into the river.
"Hunxi! Come back!" they shouted loudly while beating the drums.
Behind them, more people stood up.
As Tantai Mingyue recorded in her diary: "I was stopped by old people and women and could no longer move forward. I was far away from those middle-aged people wearing robes or suits, or young people with a hint of childishness.
further and further.
I couldn't see their faces clearly, and I had no way of knowing whether they regretted it or not at the last moment of their lives.
All I know is that the whole process lasted nearly five minutes. There were no less than a hundred people jumping into the river. The Japanese machine guns were incessant. Almost no one survived. But with all the people in China, how can we lack passionate people? Several times more than before.
The crowd came back.
Thousands of people were raging in anger, and their roars echoed through the sky. Seeing that a disaster was about to happen, the military in the concession had to fire a red flare to warn the Japanese, but the Japanese invaders stopped firing.
The surface of the Suzhou River has turned a heart-stopping pink color.
Hundreds of people salvaged the bodies of the heroes and their compatriots, and nearby cloth shops sent white cloths to wrap them up. There were loud cries on the banks of the Suzhou River. A total of ninety-three people were martyred, and seventeen others were seriously injured.
Mr. Yue Chang Qingyue, the first person to jump into the Suzhou River, died.
He is a gentleman from Jiangnan Academy. If it weren't for this war, at this time, he should be soaking in a pot of Longjing under the golden ginkgo tree and telling his students about the beauty of Chinese studies.
But, this situation will never happen again.
He and his hero were lying side by side on the stretcher. The bullet had penetrated his body. His blood had almost dried up. His face was as pale as rice paper, but his hands tightly grasped the dark blue military uniform. This was what separated them.
The state when the two fished it out.
There were corpses everywhere! I stood among the corpses that were constantly wrapped in white cloth by the people. Tears filled my eyes and I was trembling all over.
Because, I smell a hint of the past of our Chinese nation.
Some people say, "There will be no China after Yashan, and there will be no China after the fall of Ming Dynasty!" There are even many weaklings who use this sentence to whitewash themselves.
Yes, after the Battle of Yashan, there were hundreds of thousands of corpses floating on the roaring sea. They were the most courageous group of people in ancient China.
However, China's backbone was not broken because of this.
Today these hundred people, these hundreds of people, these thousands of people can testify that my nation, my national spirit, he is here.
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Tantai Mingyue's battlefield diary was spread through telegraphs in the evening to newspapers in major cities in China, and was published by major newspapers. Moreover, for the first time, it did not appear in the morning paper of the next day, but was directly printed. In the evening, it was published by
Newsboys sell it to the outside world.
The whole of China, at eight o'clock that night, knew the battle situation from the small battlefield of Songhu.
"My national spirit, he is here!" This sentence has inspired many Chinese people.
Since November 1st, countless young people have said goodbye to their parents and relatives, packed simple bags, and walked to the recruiting point closest to their homes.
The Army Major General and the Army Lieutenant Colonel, two tough middle-aged men, did not change their expressions when they saw the warehouse being blasted to pieces and seeing their soldiers being blown away by the air waves.
But when he saw people jumping into the river one after another and being fired upon by Japanese machine guns, leaving corpses floating in pieces, he hid his face and burst out in grief.
The tears of the two toughest soldiers were not mourning the death of their own people, but that they could not protect them, but they had to protect them with their lives.
They violated their responsibilities.
Military duty!
"Although it is difficult for me to understand this behavior of the people of your country, and I think it is extremely stupid, I still have to admit that they moved me." The eyes of the brigadier general of the Empire where the sun never sets also became moist, showing a rare emotion.
Three minutes later, when the concession coalition forces reentered the fortifications and were in position, Brigadier General Smallet, the commander of the concession coalition forces, took the risk and ordered to fire three red flares representing the highest level warning to the Japanese army.
This also became the main reason why Brigadier General Smallet resigned from office three months later and returned to the Empire on which the Sun Never Sets.
But the old man still believed in his later autobiography that this was one of the most correct orders he had ever given.
He also gained the friendship of the whole of China.
Decades later, on the day when he passed away at the age of 90, China in the future sent a special telegram of condolence to express his condolences.
For the defenders who were fighting fiercely with the Japanese troops in the warehouse, they discovered this scene only a few minutes later.
Tang Dao, who had already killed him red-eyed, was furious.
Ignoring the attacking Japanese troops, they moved the only machine gun used to block the enemy to the left wing, and fired wildly at the section of the trench where they shot towards the Suzhou River, suppressing all the Japanese troops in the trench.
Then, two mortars that had been well hidden took great risks and moved to the roof of the building to blast the 30-meter-long trench.
In order to hunt down the murderer who killed his own people, the two mortars fired almost all of their last shells, a total of 40 shells, just for two light machine guns and a few Japanese shooters.
From a tactical choice point of view, this is absolutely stupid. More than 30 machine gun shells and 40 mortar shells can kill at least dozens of Japanese soldiers, but Tang Dao, who has always been rational, still did this.
In the future battle in the southwest jungle, Chinese soldiers even paid the price of killing an entire infantry squad in order to carry back the body of a comrade.
The Chinese people can repay the army with their lives, so what if the soldiers repay them with their lives?
The crazy Chinese artillery finally avenged its own people. The crazy shells killed two light machine guns and four machine gunners hiding in the trenches, as well as the Japanese squadron leader who ordered them.
That's all, I just spent a lot of money to kill a few Japanese soldiers.
What really made the Japanese soldiers feel horrified was that the craziest behavior of the Chinese, whose brains were no longer clear after being stimulated, was when they found that their grenades could no longer hit them and they were in a blind spot.
They actually started throwing cluster grenades with more than a dozen grenades tied together, and even giant explosive bags with two or three explosive bags tied together.
Even in the building, they dare to use it like this, as if they are not in this building.
The rhythm of this Baga is to die together! It feels like several load-bearing columns on the entire first floor have been broken. The building is also crumbling. I don’t know when it will collapse.
Crazy, crazy, Chinese people are all crazy.
What a madman fears most is meeting an even crazier person.
The Japanese army finally retreated like a tide.
This day's battle is finally over.
At that moment, the setting sun was like blood!
The Japanese commander is vomiting blood!
The 36th Infantry Regiment, hemorrhaging! It’s not because of the birth of a baby!
