Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 30 Salute to the heroes!
The fire of war and the smoke of gunpowder had not yet dissipated, and soldiers covered in black ashes and bloodstained stood silently on both sides of the street.

They won, but at this moment, they couldn't laugh.Because more than 60 comrades in arms died in this battle.

The Dragon Boat Festival held the body of the old gourd and walked slowly on the street full of ghosts' bodies.

Looking at the soldiers who were blackened by gunpowder smoke, Duanwu felt that he might be wrong. It was not that he had not changed the old gourd, but that the old gourd had been worried about his nephew.And for the Dragon Boat Festival, he gave up his life.

Is Lao Hulu afraid of death?
He fears!
But in the face of death and his nephew, he chose to protect his nephew without hesitation.

On the Dragon Boat Festival, Lao Hulu heard a loud warning, and he also knew that a devil's gun was aimed at him.

But the little devil wants to kill his nephew.He didn't have time to hide, and he didn't have time to think about whether he would die.

Because in his eyes, there is only his nephew who is about to be assassinated by the devil.

At this point, the hero burst into tears.Dragon Boat Festival is proud and proud of having such an uncle.

Because the unyielding military soul of China is awakening, and the unyielding national will is awakening, so what kind of enemy is they unable to defeat?
Dragon Boat Festival roared: "Go! Bring the hero home!"

"Bring the hero home!"

boom!Boom! .
The soldiers shouted at the same time and fired their guns into the sky.

On such a night, the sound of gunshots was exceptionally loud, and it had been transmitted far, far away.
People on the south bank have been unable to sleep when they heard the gunshots.

Although the defense line on the south bank was guarded by the British, they were still worried.After all, foreigners are unreliable.They still want Chinese soldiers to defend Shanghai.

They had high hopes for this Chinese army on the north bank and were very worried about their safety.

Because just this afternoon, it is said that a large number of devils are exchanging fire with the Chinese soldiers.

They do not know how many casualties on both sides.Only know that the Chinese soldiers repelled the attack of the devils.

They were all excited, so the scene on the stage today became Changbanpo.There are Zhao Zilong in Changshan who killed him seven in and seven out of the army of one million, and Zhang Fei who drank Xia Houjie to death in Changbanpo.

In this way they are celebrating the victory of the Chinese soldiers.But I didn't want that on such a night, the Chinese soldiers exchanged fire with the Japanese army again, and when they heard the gunshots, the screams of killing were very intense.

Some people stood by the river and prayed, while others put up river lanterns to pray for the soldiers.

On the river lantern is written: Chinese soldiers will win, swear to kill devils, protect the family and defend the country and so on.

The gunshots that had gradually subsided suddenly became dry, and they raised their hearts to their throats again.

But at this moment, a lame veteran said: This is the sound of gunshots to see off, the battle is over.

"It's over, did our people win?"

Everyone was looking forward to it, and at this moment, the figures of Chinese soldiers appeared one after another on the back wall of the Sixing Warehouse.

Someone was about to shout and ask about the battle, but they didn't want the soldiers to carry out the remains of Chinese soldiers.

They lifted the cement board on the ground and dug neatly behind the four-row warehouse.

null!null!
The huge searchlight suddenly turned on, illuminating the soldiers on the north bank under strong light.

It turned out to be the British soldiers on the south bank, throwing searchlights on the north bank.

But the soldiers seemed to be unaware, still using pickaxes and shovels to tidy up the pits.

One hundred, there are a hundred remains of Chinese soldiers, neatly placed there.

In other words, in just one day, 100 Chinese soldiers stationed at the Sixing Warehouse were killed.

Just yesterday, these soldiers were still talking and laughing, standing in front of them.But it was only a day's worth of time, but all the good years were buried in the hands of the little devil.

The people of the South Bank burst into tears.But they refrained from making their voices heard.

British soldiers were also watching from the south bank.They originally thought that the Chinese soldiers were not the opponents of the devils and were about to flee.But don't want to, but just bury the body.

The remains of a hundred soldiers were placed there, and all of them were shot in front of them.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 the dead Chinese soldiers.

And at this moment, a Chinese soldier dressed in a white shirt and covered in blood came out from the back door of the Sixing Warehouse.

He was handsome and straight, with at least a dozen injuries on his body, but he couldn't see the slightest injury.

And especially the knife under his left side rib, the white shirt was cut open by a one-foot-two, and half of the front of the shirt was almost cut off.

The bottom of the shirt was covered in blood, which showed how badly this person was injured.But this expressionless young man, as if the injury was not born on him.

Followed by several officers, Xie Jinyuan, Shangguan Zhibiao, Zhao Beishan, Lao Kan, Sun Shiyu, Wan Liguo, and so on.

"I know this man, the one who ripped off his collar on the garbage bridge and scolded the British soldier."

"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 terrifying. If I suffer any kind of injury, let alone leave. Even lying down will hurt me to death."

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As soon as the Dragon Boat Festival appeared, the people of the South Bank were amazed.

First, they marvel at the age of the Dragon Boat Festival.Second, the Dragon Boat Festival was seriously injured, and they all felt pain when they looked at it, but the Dragon Boat Festival itself was like nothing.

Meanwhile, hundreds of fighters lined up.

Duan Wu walked in front of them and said loudly: "Soldiers, from today onwards, this is the rule of our 88th Division Independent Regiment.

Those who die later, bury those who die first!
Sixing Warehouse is our cemetery!
We will die tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow!Are you afraid of death? "

"Not afraid! Not afraid!"

The soldiers spoke in unison.

However, Dragon Boat Festival shouted again: "Old abacus, get out of the queue!"

"To!"

The old abacus is out, with the roster in hand.

"Let me ask you now, how many people are there in the 88th Division Independent Regiment?"

"The whole regiment has eight hundred and eight people!"

"How many people were killed?"

"One hundred and three people were killed!"

The old abacus answered loudly, but his voice was trembling.There were two clear tears in the corners of his eyes.

The soldiers also let out a whimpering cry one by one.

"Don't cry!"

At this moment, the Dragon Boat Festival roared loudly again, and then continued to roar: "They are all heroes, and they died heroically! They are worthy of the word soldier!

Put away your tears!Leave the tears to your enemies!You want to pay homage to them with the blood of the devils, not tears, do you understand? "

"understand!"

The soldiers roared loudly.

"Down with the little devil!"

"Let the little devil pay his debts with blood!"

The roar of the Dragon Boat Festival not only called out the soldiers' souls, but also awakened countless compatriots on the south bank behind them.

They raised their right hands and roared loudly, intending to fight the little devil to the end!
(End of this chapter)