The south bank of Suzhou River is already crowded with people.
The crowd gathered was at least twice as large as the previous few days.
In fact, yesterday's incident in which people in the concession risked their lives by jumping into the river to retrieve the remains of soldiers who died in the war, and eventually nearly a hundred people were killed by Japanese gunfire, shocked the entire concession.
It turns out that not only the soldiers who receive military pay are not afraid of death, but also the people around them are not afraid of death. This is absolutely subversive for the vast majority of ordinary people who are anxious about what they can eat tomorrow.
Last night, there was an endless stream of Chinese people who went to the makeshift mourning hall in the theater to express their condolences. Everyone wanted to see if it was true.
A coffin covered with a dark blue military uniform with several holes in it and another coffin were at the front, followed by rows of densely packed black coffins. The people keeping watch over them were all well-known big shots in the Songhu area, and there was even a coffin.
Army Major General.
That makes them disbelief.
A middle-aged man in a beige suit standing on the street corner belongs to this group of people. As a Chinese employee of the Imperial Bank in the concession, although the war broke out, he had a house in the concession.
With a salary, I don't worry about my family's life, and I am far less worried about the war breaking out around me than the refugees.
But when he heard the news and rushed to the mourning hall, he was deeply shocked by the rows of dark and heavy coffins and the eyes of a five-year-old child wearing a white mourning hat that never shed tears...
What is it? For a husband and father to abandon his wife and children and take the initiative to die? Is that his duty? No.
The choices made by ordinary people like him towards this war forced him to re-examine the war because he could not find the answer.
He decided to stay here and see with his own eyes what made people like him make such irrational choices.
Perhaps the tens of thousands of extra Chinese people have the same doubts as him.
People who stayed here for most of the night, like this middle-aged man in a suit, had heard too many stories about how the defenders of Sihang Warehouse fought against the Japanese.
The story was told with passion and enthusiasm, making the middle-aged man in a suit look forward to it a little more.
But it seems that today's battlefield situation is somewhat different from what he expected.
The Japanese army has almost entered the most dangerous 40-meter area, but the Sihang Warehouse is still quiet.
It seems that the crazy heavy machine gun shooting and grenade bombing still cannot wake up the sleeping Chinese soldiers.
This is so abnormal that it makes the Chinese people want to stamp their feet.
Not to mention them, the Japanese soldiers who had not been killed or even injured so far were actually even more confused. Because they were too scared, they accidentally slipped their feet and put their buttocks on their colleagues' bayonets, which made a hole. The idiot was not included.
"Baga! The Chinese have a conspiracy!" Wakitajiro gritted his teeth and almost crushed the telescope in his hand.
"There is a conspiracy again. Should we stop the attack first?" Makino Jun felt that he was being played to death by his boss. He said this every day and there were no new words, but the key was that he had to find different ways to answer the question.
As for the boss, this is the hardest thing.
"On the battlefield, pointing your butt at the enemy is a stupider choice." Jiro Wakiita replied to his subordinates with a tactical knowledge.
‘Then you say something! Just continue to attack.’ Makino Jun was crazy in his heart.
If you don't say that, if you ask me, 'What conspiracy does the Chinese have?', how can I deal with it? If I knew, how could I sit here with you, a fool? I would have been cooking on the roof of Sihang Warehouse.
Have you had some tea? Ignoring the subordinates who were complaining crazily in their hearts, Wakiitajiro tried his best to turn his thoughts to the battlefield.
The Japanese forwards have crossed the trenches and are about to reach the downstairs of the warehouse.
The Sihang Warehouse was still silent.
"What's going on? Why don't you shoot and kill those idiots?" The middle-aged man in a suit was a little anxious.
"Don't worry, this is called luring the enemy deep, and the show will begin soon." The rickshaw driver next to the middle-aged man in a suit said with a smile.
Then, he looked at the big boss who rented his rickshaw for the whole night with a strange expression: "Mr. Zhang, how do you speak Henan dialect?"
"Why do you speak Henanese! People from Henan are also Chinese. On the Songhu battlefield this time, there are quite a few soldiers from Henan. Maybe those brothers are many from Henan." I heard that the rickshaw driver I hired was discriminatory.
The middle-aged man in a suit felt a little unhappy about what he meant in his hometown dialect, and glared as he spoke.
"Sure, I'm sure he's from Henan. I thought Mr. Zhang was a local at first!" The rickshaw driver grinned and nodded. He spoke more authentic Henan dialect than the middle-aged man in a suit.
"Fellow!" The middle-aged man in a suit was stunned.
"I'm from Nanyang, where are you from?"
"I am from Pingdingshan."
"Not far apart!"
"Ha, let's not talk about family matters. Lao Zhou, tell me what's going on today?" the middle-aged man in a suit asked hurriedly.
"There is nothing to panic. The brothers in the national army have many ways to deal with these idiots." The rickshaw driver was full of confidence. "I guess! Just wait until they are piled up into bones, and then throw explosives and kill them one by one.
It’s so enjoyable!”
Now, as long as you have watched the battle here for a few days, you will have gained some tactical knowledge through ready-made practical examples. If the rickshaw driver can say this, he is obviously an old spectator.
"It makes sense, just like that, kill Gori." The middle-aged man in a suit felt a little relieved and waved his arms excitedly.
"Brothers Guojun, you can throw the explosives and blow them up." Seeing that his boss agreed with his opinion, the rickshaw driver was a little excited.
"Blow this idiot to death!"
"Blow him up!"
...
Following the lead of these two people, people around them began to shout loudly in the slang of their hometown.
Then, as more and more Japanese infantry arrived downstairs, the shouts on the south bank of the concession became louder and louder.
People who have been to the football league finals in later generations have experienced it. The sound erupted by more than ten thousand people can almost knock off the roof. The people inside can't hear any other sound at all, including their own shouting at the top of their lungs.
the sound of.
The situation now is that the shouts of landslides and earth shattering really frightened the Japanese soldiers who had rushed downstairs of Sihang Warehouse.
Not every Japanese soldier understands Chinese, but it is either one day or that day. It is not a good thing to hear it, especially the word "explosion" that someone who understands helped them translate, which aroused their already sensitive and fragile emotions.
nerve.
What they fear most is this. As long as a grenade is thrown on the explosive package, another hole will be blown in the warehouse, but they will also float away.
Even though we all come here with the intention of dying, when things come to a close, we can still live a little longer.
Almost all the Japanese troops were panic-stricken while stacking explosives and building temporary fortifications to wait for the hail of bullets and the grenades and explosive packets dropped from upstairs.
That's routine operation.
The Chinese are waiting, and the Japanese troops are waiting desperately.
But today this guy is so unconventional.
The warehouse defender responded to everyone with continued silence.
That is a silence more frightening than a bullet or grenade.
