In the smoky office, Xie Jinyuan's arms were open, and the cups and plates on the table were in a mess.

Although he had a farewell drink with Zhang Sixing, he was very satisfied in his heart.

When the people of the 87th Division leave tonight, the people left at Sihang Warehouse will provide fire cover.

As for the issue of capturing Zhang Sixing, according to the two people's agreement, he would report that Zhang Sixing and the others were surrounded in the Sixing Warehouse, and the concession officials could do whatever they wanted.

Of course, none of the British prisoners Zhang Sixing was released, and based on the intelligence exchanged between the two, Zhang Sixing estimated that it would not be easy for the miscellaneous barracks to retreat.

When Xie Jinyuan was thinking about it, he especially thought of what Zhang Sixing said while drinking,

"Why do they establish concessions in China, return merchants from all over the world, and have their own armed forces in China? Doesn't it count as aggression?"

As long as the Chinese people with a little blood, especially the Chinese soldiers, would not be heartbroken.

Only the sonorous words that the Chinese people really want to hear when they take back Hong Kong Island in the next year: "You can be laid off, and we will be put on the job."

Bombarding Amethyst and beating seventeen countries with sticks are the true glory of Chinese soldiers.

"What are you doing...don't go in...don't..."

However, the people blocking the door could not stop them at all. Someone was already shouting outside the door,

"Report"

Looking up, Xie Jinyuan buttoned up his shirt as quickly as possible and put on his military cap properly before letting them in.

"Tuanzuo, they..."

Yang Ruifu came in first, followed by several soldiers. Xie Jinyuan asked in confusion,

"what happened……"

"Tuanzuo, these guys don't know how to live or die, one by one..."

At this point, Yang Ruifu couldn't talk any more and turned around and said,

"Speak for yourselves."

The leader of these seven or eight soldiers is Zhang Changlin.

"Sir, my name is Zhang Changlin, and I served as a sniper in the battle. They and I want to stay with Commander Zhang to resist the Japanese."

No matter what others thought, Xie Jinyuan felt warm in his heart.

He knew clearly that as soon as he left, the army and merchants from all over the concession would block the Junk Bridge. No one would be allowed to send condolences, nor would Zhang Sixing and the others be allowed to evacuate.

Those people who are left behind...

"Group seat..."

Yang Ruifu was about to say something when Xie Jinyuan raised his hand and asked Zhang Changlin in front of him,

"Do you know the consequences of staying?"

As soon as he stood up, Zhang Changlin spoke,

"Group seating"

Before Zhang Changlin could say anything further, Xie Jinyuan looked at him seriously,

"After we cross the river, the Concession Fortification Bureau on the other side will send people from the Merchant Group of All Nations, which is the army in the concession, and they will block the garbage bridge. I'm afraid you..."

Yang Ruifu on the side also helped,

"I heard it. Sihang Warehouse will be a place of death. Even if you stay here and fight until the end, you will either be captured by the Japanese or fall into the hands of the merchant group from all over the world. You will also be handed over to the Japanese."

As soon as he said this, some of the people who followed Zhang Changlin quietly turned around.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Changlin stood up again and said loudly,

"Tuanzuo, I volunteer to stay and die on the battlefield fighting the Japanese. I won't be ashamed."

Xie Jinyuan, who said nothing, nodded slightly. What could he say to those who risked their lives in the national calamity? What filled his heart was only admiration.

Just like Zhang Sixing, no matter what he did abroad, it didn't matter.

Facing a national crisis, he returned home with emotion. It was really not his decision. If he had the final say to Xie Jinyuan, he would have given Zhang Sixing a few medals on his chest no matter what.

He reached out and punched Zhang Changlin's chest several times. Xie Jinyuan's cheeks turned red and his eyes flashed.

"Good job, all good jobs... Camp Commander Yang."

"arrive"

"Fill them all in on the death notice."

"yes"

When he answered "yes", Yang Ruifu was also relieved. He knew that even if these people died in the battle, they would have some pension in the future, if they could get it.

"See you later"

Xie Jinyuan stood at attention, put his feet together, and solemnly saluted the person who decided to stay.

"See you later"

Zhang Changlin, whose eyes were also red, returned the favor.

As the people of the 87th Division came downstairs, Zhang Sixing began to arrange defense. The tanks were arranged in the four corners of the Sixing Warehouse, and the gunners and gunners had already got in.

At the same time, the people of the Eighty-seventh Division also left behind all their heavy weapons. As the people of the Eighty-seventh Division prepared to evacuate, the morale of the soldiers left in the Sixing Warehouse fluctuated slightly.

"Brother Yandai, the Central Army has left Qiunao, we..."

Before he finished speaking, the old smoker Li Youtian had already raised his big pipe, as if he was going to hit the deputy battalion commander Luo Mingyang.

"Look at your worthless look and look at those soldiers who can't even come back to follow Commander Zhang. You should learn from it."

At twelve o'clock at midnight, as recorded in history, the soldiers of the Eighty-seventh Division packed up. Not only all of them, but also nearly two hundred people from other units joined.

It is worth mentioning that the military police did not follow, but stayed in full force. They even generously took off their M35 helmets and military uniforms to those who were leaving.

They are Xie Jinyuan's "official documents on a dime".

Lu Feizhang's men also did not follow him. Not only that, but Zhang Changlin, Ma Hongfei and other snipers, about a dozen of them, returned.

"Sir, can the sniper rifle be returned to us?"

Looking at Zhang Changlin running back, Zhang Sixing was very satisfied with this and ordered Hansen Raul who was holding a sniper rifle,

"Give them the gun back."

"You idiots, didn't you risk your lives just for a sniper rifle?"

"Say less. You may not die if you follow Commander Zhang, and there are also sniper rifles..."

Zhang Changlin, who got his sniper rifle back, liked it from the bottom of his heart. As for whether he would die in the war, it is true that people would die in the war, but if he could follow a good commander, the number of deaths would be much less.

Zero o'clock...

The officers and soldiers of the 87th Division lined up outside the building, just as recorded in history, began to cross the bridge despite the Japanese fire.

But this time, the Sihang Warehouse is not an empty building without cover.

"call out"

The rocket trailing a bright tail flame shoots towards the shooting place.

"Peng..."

The gasoline barrel cannon was used to teach any Japanese soldier who dared to shoot.

The tanks also sprayed crossfire.

All kinds of weapons fired at the same time, like a passionate march, sending eighty-seven officers and soldiers across the bridge.

The difference was that there were no people to greet him on the other side of the bridge. It was filled with British soldiers and mercenaries from the merchant corps of all nations.

As recorded in history, the officers and soldiers of the 87th Division were unwilling to be disarmed and had a confrontation with the British army.

In the end, Xie Jinyuan had to follow the government's order and hand over his weapons to the British.

Then……

"You see, you little melon, if you don't follow me, you will be arrested by the British."

Just when the old smoker Li Youtian was banging Luo Mingyang's helmet with his cigarette pot, the latter was crying sadly.
Chapter completed!