No one wants to taste failure, and no one wants to watch the enemy standing on their wounds tearing at their wounds and laughing wantonly.
But the Japanese invaders just did this.
Even though all the Chinese people present knew that they were not only doing it to show off their military exploits, but also to sting their own hearts.
Sadly, it still hurts.
It hurts like a needle pricking me.
Xie Jinyuan thought that he was strong enough, thought that he could withstand sorrow and humiliation, but when he saw the Japanese army waving their spears and cheering heartily, the ugly Japanese army flag was raised high and dazzling, and he could not even take a step forward.
At that moment when he was in a position where he would not retreat, his eyes couldn't help but become blurry.
That was a shame that belonged to him, that was a shame that belonged to the entire 542nd Regiment, that was a shame that belonged to the entire Chinese military. He was alone, and he couldn't bear it.
Even though his back was still strong, tears still fell.
The dozen or so women in Tsing Yi who once sang with their feet as drums are not in the brightly lit Grand Theater. Like tens of thousands of ordinary Chinese people, they come here to report every day. They look bright and beautiful, dance gracefully and sing with clear and melodious voices.
Their bodies and looks are of the best choice. They mingle in the upper class society and are among dignitaries every day. They are well-dressed and well-fed, and they never have to worry about what the future will bring.
If the underground emperor of Shanghai hadn't ordered them to come here, they might never have stood among the Chinese civilians who smelled of sweat and wore coarse clothes and cloth shoes. Even if they saw soldiers, they would at least be in woolen uniforms.
Wearing long riding boots and wearing a collar with two stripes and a three-pointed star on the collar, the heroic officer would have no time to pay attention to the life and death of a group of big-headed soldiers.
However, they fell in love with it from the first day they came here. There are far more people here than in the Grand Theater. They don’t have suits and leather shoes, and they don’t have many soft words or gentleness.
, their accents are different from the south to the north, and their curse words are also rude, but they are not like those men who greedily stop their eyes on their chests or thighs. Their eyes may stop accidentally and then panic.
He ran away with a red face.
Even after playing the drums and singing, these singers can feel the respect of tens of thousands of eyes, which they can never get under the spotlight in the grand theater. Countless pairs of men stare at their bodies, in their eyes
What always converges is greed and possession.
Opposite, there are hundreds of Chinese men, fighting the Japanese invaders for the countless old people, children, and women behind them. Behind them, there are tens of thousands of Chinese men, singing hard and singing along with them. They look like they are looking at their sisters.
, let these hearts that have long been numb in the entertainment field come alive.
It turns out that they can be respected and loved like normal people. They can also love, love this land and love the people in this land.
It can be said that not only Lao Zhou and the rickshaw driver, not only the singer in blue, this week is a spiritual journey for all Chinese who come here.
However, the wonderful trip was over. The Japanese invaders finally occupied the totem land of everyone here. In an almost humiliating way, they raised their ugly military flag where the national flag once flew high.
The women were crying, the men covered their faces fiercely, and the children stood behind their parents, bewildered.
It is said that women are actually tougher than men. Many people do not admit it, but the fact is that although more than a dozen singers in Tsing Yi burst into tears, they still sang the same song they sang on the first day they came here.
The arrogant and proud faces of the Japanese soldiers on the roof of the Sihang Warehouse faced the rising flag of the 36th Infantry Regiment: "Blade, chop off the heads of the Japanese!"
You won, but so what? We did not admit defeat. Instead, a dozen women became the main force who took the lead in issuing the declaration of "not admitting defeat" at this moment.
First, they were singing, and then, Zongzi Head Lao Zhou yelled at the top of his lungs, the rickshaw driver yelled, and the three officers whispered to each other with tears in their eyes. All the Chinese people sang to each other. Although the song was low and sad, the singing was extremely firm.
Wakibajiro's proud face was slightly stiff.
The Chinese people are still singing at such a time. Don't they know that they are being humiliated by themselves? Shouldn't they tremble before surrendering to the invincible military front of the Japanese Empire?
"Damn the Chinese!" Hearing the dull singing voice of "Cut the Japanese swords on the heads of the Japanese" more and more clearly, which even covered up the music of the military band, Wakiba Jiro angrily raised the command sword in his hand.
The knife hit the thick parapet on the roof of the building, sparks flying everywhere.
Perhaps because the sounds at the scene were too complicated, the Japanese Army Colonel did not hear Zeng Shui yelling viciously into the wireless intercom 350 meters away: "Listen to my order and detonate!"
In fact, even if the scene was as silent as a college entrance examination hall in the future, Wakiitajiro did not have the ability to hear sounds 350 meters away. What's more, even if he heard it, what would happen?
The bomb has detonated.
"Boom, boom, boom" dull explosions continued to come from the ground.
There was no smoke and no flash of fire. All the explosions were at least five meters underground, and the explosive yield was not large. It was not that once the explosive exploded, it would blow up the giant Sihang Warehouse into the sky. It just followed the explosion.
Every time a dull explosion sounded, the Sihang Warehouse shook violently.
The dull explosions sounded like a barrage of cannons, but except for the Japanese soldiers in the Sixing Warehouse who could clearly hear it, most of the Chinese people who were immersed in sorrow more than 200 meters away did not notice it. There were more than 30,000 people.
The singing was deafening, but how could one still hear the not too loud explosion from the ground 200 meters away?
Except for the three soldiers and a very few people who did not leave the Sihang Warehouse, their eyes gradually opened and their mouths opened wide. The Japanese soldiers on the roof were panicking, as if something indescribable had happened.
They were as frightened as quails without their mother, scurrying around on the roof of the building.
No one could remain calm on the trembling 26-meter-high roof, including the Japanese Army Colonel who had already "defeated" the Chinese defenders with the light of wisdom. When the Sixing Warehouse began to tremble violently for the first time.
, his eyes first looked at his command knife dully.
You can't, this is probably the result of his slashing!
Waiting for the second, third, and fourth blast...the explosions sounded continuously...
Without even talking to this idiot who had previously mastered the wisdom of analyzing the Chinese arrangements, Colonel Bangchui screamed "Ouch" and ran frantically towards the passage from the roof to the middle of the building. The huge body of the building conveyed
The violent tremors that came made it very obvious that the building was about to collapse. Saying one more word to this shameless idiot, even just calling him "nmmb", would waste the final escape time.
As for the simplest thing, jump down from the building... 26 meters in height, do you want to jump to see it? Converted to the current building, it is about 9 stories high. A narrow escape is not enough to describe the height of 26 meters.
How difficult it is to survive a jump from this height.
"Baga!" Jiro Wakibata roared out the last two words of his life like a wolf, and they were also the two words he used most frequently these days.
He understood that he had been deceived again by the cunning Chinese, and they were deceived miserably. Not only did they deceive him onto the explosive pile, but they also deceived the entire flag guard, the division military band, and countless officers of the infantry regiment.
One pot at a time.
Yes, it also comes with a big dog. Looking at the stick commander who ran towards the already crowded passage without looking back, a trace of misery flashed across Jiro Wakibata's face. The Chinese had already deliberately made so many disguises like this, so
After deceiving prey like them, how could he let the prey go so easily? If his prediction was not bad, a larger explosion might come in the next moment.
Unfortunately, the wise Army Colonel guessed wrong again. There was no large-scale explosion. After more than 20 consecutive explosions, tens of thousands of Chinese people and nearly 2,000 people standing in the position at Sihang Warehouse had already sensed something was wrong.
The Japanese army, the Hammer Soldiers, and the concession garrison were nearly an infantry regiment away. Everyone who could see this place was stunned in disbelief. It was like a pile of collapsed building blocks, collapsing downwards visibly to the naked eye.
With all the Japanese troops on the roof who had no time to run away, and the flag of the 36th Infantry Regiment that had not yet been fully raised to the top, in just two seconds, it turned into a pile of reinforced concrete hills more than five meters high.
Of course, this was after everyone fled in embarrassment first, escaping the dust that came like a swirling cloud, and then waited for five minutes before the moist East China air cleared away the thick smoke and dust to the point where people could see it clearly with the naked eye.
, the scene that people see.
However, compared to the once majestic 26-meter-high ruins, the ruins now more than five meters high are nothing more than a small dregs pile.
There are also an unknown number of Japanese scum buried inside.
These were the exact words of Lao Zhou who opened his mouth and ate a mouthful of ashes but still laughed happily.
After thinking about it, all the Chinese people laughed, and laughed out of their folds and out of their molars. Although their faces were all gray, combined with the tears that had been shed earlier, they looked like black and white.
The opera singers had big faces, even a dozen big stars were no exception. But everyone was wiping their faces and laughing.
It turns out that those brothers who refused to retreat have not left. They are still there. They just set a trap to lure the Japanese army into taking the bait. Their regimental captain, their flag guard, their military band, their coalition
The team flags were all buried in that reinforced concrete tomb.
However, many people couldn't help but cry while laughing.
If there is no retreat, then they are also under that building. Explosives also need to be exploded by people.
Those heroes actually chose to die together with the Japanese army. This kind of victory was so tragic. They deceived everyone, and they must have lost everything.
"nice!"
"This is a real hero!"
"Only through sacrifice can there be victory!"
The three soldiers, who were also covered in dust, each defined the battle in their own words. They were not afraid of sacrifice, but they were afraid that even if they sacrificed, they would not be able to win victory, and now, there is absolute victory.
Those brothers who vowed not to retreat, they did it, they buried their positions with the enemy, just when they thought they had won.
It is different from the mixed emotions of the Chinese people.
The Japanese troops who were so frightened by the collapsed building that they all hid in the field trenches did not recover from this terrible disaster until the dust cleared.
The reporter who accompanied the army was thinking about how to brag about "the flower of the empire blooming above the Sihang Warehouse". He was stunned by the sudden collapse of the huge building. Just thirty meters away from him, the towering building disappeared in front of him.
In front of you.
Until the dust cleared, a bloody steel helmet was blown by the wind and rolled down from the ruins. It rolled more than 20 meters away and landed at his feet singing happily.
This reporter who was accompanying the Japanese army seemed to wake up completely from a dream, screamed in horror, and ran desperately to the rear position.
That dream must have been a nightmare, it frightened the poor child.