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.
Dragon Boat Festival 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 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 he gave up his life for Duan Wu.
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 the loud warning at Dragon Boat Festival, 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 escape, and no time to think about whether 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 shed tears. Duanwu 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!"
Bang! Bang bang!...
The soldiers shouted loudly in response and fired their guns into the sky.
The sound of gunshots was particularly loud on a night like this, and it spread far, far away...
The people on the south bank couldn't sleep after hearing the gunshots.
Although the British were guarding the defense line on the south bank, they were still wary. After all, foreigners were unreliable. They still hoped that Chinese soldiers would 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. They only knew that the Chinese soldiers repelled the Japanese attack.
They were very excited, so the drama on the stage today changed to Changban Slope. There was Zhao Zilong from Changshan who was brave enough to kill him seven times in and seven out among a million troops, and there was also Zhang Fei, the hero who drank Xia Houjie to death at Chang Ban Slope.
matchless.
They used this method to celebrate the victory of the Chinese soldiers. However, they did not expect that on such a night, the 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.
The words on the river lanterns read: Chinese soldiers will win, swear to kill the Japanese, and defend our 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 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 Sihang 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 rows of warehouses.
Empty! Empty!......
The huge searchlight suddenly turned on, illuminating the soldiers on the north bank under 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 still talking and laughing, standing in front of them. But only one day, all the good years were ruined in the hands of the little devils.
The people on the south bank burst into tears. But they suppressed themselves from making any sound.
The British soldiers were also watching on the south bank. They originally thought that the Chinese soldiers were not opponents of the Japanese and were about to escape. But they didn't expect that they were just burying the bodies.
The corpses of a hundred soldiers were placed there. All of them were shot in front of their bodies. And some of them had several or even a dozen bullet holes in 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 the Sihang Warehouse.
He stood tall and handsome, with at least a dozen injuries on his body, but there was no sign of any injury.
Especially the knife under 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 all over the bottom of his clothes, which showed how seriously this person 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 so 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 marveled at Duan Wu's age. Second, Duan Wu was seriously injured and they felt pain when they looked at him, but Duan Wu himself seemed to be fine.
At the same time, hundreds of soldiers lined up and stood in line.
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 trembling, and two clear tears welled up from 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 the tears for your enemies! You must use the blood of the Japanese to commemorate 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 bitter end! ...