Corpses, black smoke, gun pits, ruins, broken walls, looking down from a height around the Sihang Warehouse will be very shocking.
"The Japanese will never give up!" Yu Zhiqian slowly put down the telescope and said softly. He put one hand on the blasted guardrail and looked up at the sky. Today's weather is very bad, but for guarding the warehouse Good news for soldiers.
"Bring that guy named Watanabe up, let's use him to sacrifice the flag today!" Yu Zhiqian looked at it for a long time and chose a better angle. At the same time, Yu Zhiqian also saw that on the other side of the Suzhou River, he had been observing the Sihang Warehouse. situation person.
"Look, look, there's an officer on the top floor. They're fine. I'm just telling you, the flag is still there. The Japanese must not have captured the Sihang Warehouse. Well done to the Chinese soldiers!" said a person who has been live broadcasting the Sihang Warehouse. The patriotic young man screamed excitedly when he saw Yu Zhiqian.
After it got dark last night, except for the occasional flares that would rise in the sky, it was impossible to see clearly what was going on at the Sihang Warehouse. This made many people very worried and worried about problems at the Sihang Warehouse. In the morning, although The flags were seen, but no one was seen. This also made many people worry that the warehouse defenders would suffer heavy casualties. After all, the gunfire was heard all night last night.
"The Japs may have to attack today. I wonder if the heroes in the building can hold on. Are they short of food?"
"Think of a way to send some food to the people in the warehouse. Our heroes can't bleed. We don't do anything!"
"How to send it? Didn't you see those small patrol boats on the river? They all belong to the little devils, and these British people are not good people. We are not allowed to come in. If we go out, we will not be able to get in!"
A group of people were talking about it, but at this moment, the young man who was observing the Sihang Warehouse shouted excitedly again: "The chief has come out, and there is a Japanese officer tied up next to him. Let me take a look, it seems that he is still a high-ranking Japanese officer!"
These young men had no idea what the military ranks of Japanese officers were. They just thought that the military uniforms they wore were darker than those of ordinary Japanese soldiers. They all knew that these were the uniforms of Japanese officers.
Watanabe was still looking forward to it at night. He was looking forward to his regimental commander leading his men to rush in to save him. Gunshots rang out all night long. With this expectation, Watanabe spent the whole night upstairs looking forward to it. In the meantime, he wanted to chat with the soldiers. , and asked him to let him go, but no one paid attention to him because of the tension of the war.
When he heard that there was a tight situation on the first floor, he was excited and thought that he could be saved. However, as time passed, no one rushed up, especially when the sun rose and the gunshots stopped, and the people standing around him Still a Chinese soldier, Watanabe's expectations turned into fear.
He remembered that last night, the Chinese officer who tied him up said that he would have his head chopped off. The fear of having his head chopped off was far greater than any punishment measures such as seppuku. When Yu Zhiqian took him to the top of the building , his legs trembled greatly, but he did not ask for mercy.
"Brothers, watch out, this is the enemy's lieutenant. Today we will sacrifice the enemy's head to the flag!"
There were many soldiers watching around. Yu Zhiqian pushed the ferry to the side facing the Suzhou River. This was not for the devils to see, but for the supporting people behind. This method was also needed at this time. Boost morale.
"good!"
A group of soldiers immediately shouted excitedly. Although each of them killed the Japanese last night, killing them with guns and beheading them are two different things.
Although the people in the distance could not be seen, the few patriotic young people broadcasting the live broadcast were very literary. There were also several writers of the time mixed among them. It seemed that a certain Mr. who was often said by him in later generations was also among them. .
"Sir, the enemy is escorting the enemy towards us. Seeing that the enemy's kneeling posture is similar to the way he was beheaded before, he is short of a white card!"
"The chief took out a long knife. It looked like a Japs' saber with blood on it. One look at it and you can tell that many Japs had their heads chopped off yesterday!"
"..."
Watanabe struggled hard but it was in vain. His head was fixed with a rope. Yu Zhiqian held the saguan sword in his hand and raised it high. He squinted and stared at the back of the devil's head and neck, and then yelled. A cry: "Kill!"
"Pfft!"
The Sakan sword killed many Japanese yesterday, but it was still very sharp. Watanabe's head was cut off directly by Yu Zhiqian. Before Watanabe could scream, his head had already moved downstairs. At this time, Watanabe's head had not yet When he died, he saw that he seemed to have fallen, and his body became lighter, as if he no longer needed to be beheaded. He breathed a long sigh of relief, and then a severe pain came, and there was no more.
"Well done!"
"Well done!"
Cheers came from the other side of the river. The sound was so loud that Yu Zhiqian and others on the roof of the Sihang Warehouse could hear it clearly. Yu Zhiqian took the Zuoguan Sword in his hand, and then kicked Watanabe Wu hard with his foot. The body fell directly to the ground.
There were dark clouds in the sky, and the cheers from the other side shook the sky. Yu Zhiqian looked at Xie Jinyuan: "Captain Xie, look, there are so many people paying attention to us. If we can hold on for one more day, we will give them one more day of hope." , it can also give everyone more hope in beating away the Japanese!"
Xie Jinyuan nodded and put his hands on his waist. Even though his voice was a little hoarse, he still shouted with all his strength: "Brothers, have you heard this?"
"heard it!"
"It's good to hear it. There are so many people on the other side of the river looking at us and supporting us. Can we drop the chain?"
"cannot!"
"Very good, we want to let the little devils know that our Chinese army is not easy to bully, and that the Japanese Imperial Army is invincible. That's bullshit. Yesterday we sacrificed more than forty comrades, but we killed hundreds of thousands of devils. Add up the corpses below and the first floor. These corpses can pile up into a hill. Have you seen it?"
"Saw it!"
"As long as you see it, the little devils are carrying one head on two shoulders, and we can kill them easily, so do you have confidence in guarding the Sihang Warehouse!"
"have!"
"Very good, go back and repair now, we will kill the Japanese later!"
"good!"
Yu Zhiqian watched Xie Jinyuan boosting his morale and nodded with satisfaction. His military morale was ready. After Xie Jinyuan finished speaking, he pinched his throat with his hand and said, "How are you, sir?"
"The military morale is available, the Japanese will be in trouble again today!"
"Hahaha, no matter how many Japs come, as long as we are here, we will make sure these Japs never come back!"
"Well, let's go down together and have a rest. It's raining, which is a good thing. It will be even harder for the Japanese to attack!"
"Yeah, it's raining!"
Just when Xie Jinyuan was speaking, it suddenly started raining in the sky. Yu Zhiqian took a quick look and made sure there was no problem before returning to the first floor. During this period, Yu Zhiqian prepared to stay on the first floor to prevent What accident happened.
As I said before, since Yu Zhiqian entered the mission, he found that things have changed dramatically. The number of Japanese soldiers killed and the number of defenders killed have been very different. The trend may also be different in the future. Yu Zhiqian needs to prepare early.
