What happened in the back alley had no impact on the British military vehicles on Nantou Avenue in Junklou.
This task must be completed before there are too many people on the road in the early morning.
At this moment, on the garbage bridge, a small car was carrying a thermal insulation bucket, and it was pulled to the Sihang Warehouse along the ropes that had been arranged.
Not only were there more than a dozen large buckets of milk, but also more hot dogs were delivered on time according to Zhang Sixing's requirements.
Because now there are no regular troops in the Sihang Warehouse, but robbers, or the kind with hostages. No matter which country deals with this kind of thing, it will first satisfy the robbers' demands.
As for whether the robbers can be caught, that depends on the ability of the "police".
At least the British army this time will not be like Maozi, who killed more hostages than the robbers in front of the media.
As the food was delivered to Sihang Warehouse, the soldiers who had slept peacefully here for the rest of the night lined up and began to receive the food.
"No making noise, no looting..."
The officers strictly followed Zhang Sixing's orders, but everyone admired Zhang Sixing's ability. They couldn't understand why the British consul took care of his affairs with just a phone call from him.
"Why, just because I don't give them a good face, if they dare to disobey, I will kill them if I turn around."
"Well, sir, you are right. When the county magistrate wanted to recruit our village, he gave us whatever he asked for."
Hearing He Shijie and Zhang Sixing drinking and making peace, Cao Zijin and Lu Feizhang looked at each other, feeling as if they had fallen into a bandit's den.
I glanced at the old smokers Li Youtian and Luo Mingyang, who were eating hot dogs and drinking hot milk with a lot of sugar. They also looked satisfied.
Zhang Sixing, who was munching on hot dogs, saw the expressions of the two of them and said in an explanation,
"There are no taboos against foreigners. Especially when they look at you from the corner of their eyes, just beat them down. Then these guys will know how to talk properly."
What I didn’t say was that when I joined the paratroopers, I killed more than two hundred people...
Before raising the flag in this early morning, it is necessary and important to have a hot and full meal.
Zhang Sixing knew very well that when the regular troops guarding the Sixing Warehouse withdrew, they would face a more violent attack.
Of course, in terms of attack methods, the Japanese had no better way. Their only way was to sacrifice the lives of a large number of soldiers.
Unless they reach an agreement with the public concession and are able to use heavy artillery, the artillery fire from ordinary infantry poses little threat to the Sihang Warehouse.
Especially at this moment, the Japanese artillery positions are more than a thousand meters away in order to avoid being attacked by kite bombs.
Although it is safer, the accuracy and bombardment efficiency will decrease.
After all, it doesn't matter if you hit the Sihang Warehouse, flying into the public concession is almost the same as declaring war with Western countries.
"Eat quickly. After dinner, you will lead the soldiers to sing the song I taught you two more times. When the foreign reporters are filming, it will be too embarrassing if the song goes out of tune."
At this moment, in Jiaozhou Park on Huxi Xingjiapo Road in the public concession, Xie Jinyuan, who had been locked up for a night, was filled with regret.
Not only him, but the soldiers who put on the German armorer uniforms and evacuated together, and were rescued from prison by Zhang Sixing, regretted even more.
Although I left the battlefield, and although the British sent me food, I always felt like a deserter.
Not only do they have it, but Xie Jinyuan also has it.
After not sleeping all night, he walked out of the office that his subordinates had cleaned up, and looked at the fish-belly white sky:
What are Mr. Zhang and the others doing? The Japanese are probably going to occupy the Sihang Warehouse today... Not necessarily. If Mr. Zhang and the others have not withdrawn, they may not be able to occupy it.
Thinking about these things, he walked sleeplessly in the so-called barracks.
There were only a few broken houses here, and the disarmed soldiers slept in the fields.
In the weak morning light, you can see the glint of dewdrops on the grass blades, and you can also see the color of the soldiers' cotton-padded jackets deepening, which is the phenomenon of being soaked by dewdrops.
Walking in the park in the early morning, Xie Jinyuan silently thought about:
I am afraid that as Mr. Zhang analyzed this incident, the Japanese became anxious because of all the casualties. Therefore, the Japanese military threatened the concession and did not allow their own troops to be released.
"Oh, I really should have done what Mr. Zhang said and led the brothers to march directly outside the concession regardless of his obstruction..."
After being disarmed, Xie Jinyuan regretted it. If the gun fell into the hands of others, could he still decide his own fate?
Yes, Zhang Sixing told him that if he was willing to cooperate, he would take all his brothers and fight them out of the concession...
Thinking of fighting him out, Xie Jinyuan couldn't help but remember that when Zhang Sixing arrived at the Sixing Warehouse, he had said to him when he stopped him from entering the goods,
"If you don't let me in, I'll beat you in."
It is said that he was a reckless man. He was an officer of the regular army. He obeyed orders and fought bloody battles. But in the end, why did his superiors let him surrender his arms to the British army?
Zhang Sixing had already guessed this and told himself clearly. But could he disobey orders? It is a soldier's bounden duty to obey orders, otherwise what would he do...
Shit’s orders cannot be obeyed.
You will be outside, and your orders will not be accepted.
Especially if you are trying to save the face of a foreign country while ordering your subordinates to die, you should not listen to them.
Yes, since the military headquarters asked me to retreat, I then sent myself into the hands of foreigners...
At this moment, Xie Jinyuan's heart was filled with ups and downs. He wished he could still hold on at Sihang Warehouse. Even if he died there, it would be better than living in a foreigner's prisoner camp.
Looking at the Belarusian armed forces outside the camp,
The White Russian mercenaries of the "Merchandising Group of All Nations" are being guarded by these people. Is this still considered Chinese land? Is this still a Chinese country?
Huge grief and indignation flowed through my mind. I didn’t know who to express my anger to, I just thought silently in my heart,
What would he do if Mr. Zhang faced these White Russian and British troops...
Oh, he doesn't know what to do. He will only fight against foreign troops first. Just like Lieutenant Colonel Marcus and Second Lieutenant Morrison who led their troops into the Sihang Warehouse, they were not only captured but also became hostages.
As for how to deal with these White Russians, I'm afraid they will drive tanks and directly crush them.
Yes, there are still five usable tanks in Sihang Warehouse. Will Mr. Zhang drive a tank directly across the garbage bridge in the future?
Then why is he still staying there? It looks like he is going to fight the Japanese for a while, but how long will he continue to fight?
After counting the days, Xie Jinyuan thought silently in his heart:
1937, October 31, 6:30 in the morning.
Could it be that today is the time for the final battle? How will Mr. Zhang and those who remain in Sihang Warehouse retreat?
By then they will definitely face difficulties from the merchant group from all over the world and the British army, and given his temperament, they will probably start a fight.
At that time, from the hero of the Anti-Japanese War to...