Although Commander Xie was reluctant to retreat, he had to consider the consequences.
Once the small days are over and heavy artillery and planes come together, then it is natural for soldiers like them to serve the country with their own lives, but the people in the concession will also suffer.
Moreover, as a soldier, he had to accept orders from the top.
For this reason, he summoned the soldiers in Sihang Warehouse that night and told them.
"Brothers, I have already informed the concession, and they will resort to all extreme measures including heavy artillery regardless of the consequences. If the gas tank is accidentally blown up, the concession will turn into a sea of flames, and two million Chinese people will join us.
Therefore, Shangfeng issued a death order. At 0:00 tonight, the British troops extinguished their searchlights as a signal to retreat to the concession. The British asked us all to pass on the bridge. The military appearance was neat and the organization was complete. No one could sneak past.
None of the soldiers will be taken into custody!"
"The whole world is watching us, cheer me up!"
"This retreat requires neat equipment and complete structures, so I will advance and retreat together with you!"
"In order to let more people out, someone needs to stay to block the rear and cover the evacuation of the troops! Who is willing to stay? Write your name. The brothers who stayed need to form a death squad! Take the initiative! Give it to the people on the bridge
Brother, buy more time."
Zhu Shengzhong was about to go up first, but was held back by Qi Jiaming. He just patted him on the shoulder and said: "Live!"
Qi Jiaming was the first to come out and write his name.
"I stayed here to take revenge!"
He never intended to leave alive.
Commander Xie continued: "Yes, we lost this battle. Why? Because our nation is sick and others bully us so much. We ask ourselves, are we strong enough?"
Under the lens of reporter Fang Xingwen, I was shown Lao Tie and Yangguai.
Yangguai looked at Fang Xingwen and asked, "Can you send that photo of yours to my home?"
"I promised you!" Fang Xingwen said, putting down the camera.
Yangguai gave Fang Xingwen all the things he planned to give to the family, then took out the eight-word suicide note from Chen Shusheng, handed it to Fang Xingwen and said, "This is what the kid who jumped off the building left!"
On the white cloth, many names were gradually signed, and each of those names was a suicide squad who took the initiative to stay, including Yangguai.
"Brothers of the Eighty-Eighth Division, you are all educated German Arms Corps. Each of you is the warrior this country needs most, and it is also the country's best medicine. The four hundred of us have made it visible to the people on the other side.
, our country still has hope! These people will soon be used as seeds to wake up more people, so brothers, remember, we must try to survive tonight. As long as one person is alive, our honor will not be lost.
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"Brothers who survive must participate in the nationwide counterattack on behalf of their comrades! So during tonight's retreat, your task is to survive! Remember, survival means victory!"
Soon, the retreat began.
Before Lao Tie left, he suddenly stopped.
Then turned around and walked back.
Yangguai couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw Lao Tie: "I'm a coward, where are you going?"
"I'm afraid, I'm afraid, you're the only one who's afraid of riding a horse!" Lao Tie said confidently this time.
However, Yangguai was not angry, because at this time, the old man was indeed not a coward.
He even took the initiative to hand him cigarettes. You know, Yangguai had said before that cigarettes were his life, but at this time, he chose to share his "life" with Lao Tie.
"Tell me, what does it feel like?" Yangguai asked while lighting Lao Tie's cigarette.
"As I stared at it, my mind was lost in the lake. When I grabbed it, it smelled delicious and the water was soft and gurgling. Where was my body? I couldn't help but tremble!"
Yangguai looked at Lao Tie, listened to his words, took a puff of cigarette and said: "It's so good! In the next life, you can have a taste of this!"
He also longs for it, but unfortunately, he may not have a chance in this life.
The evacuation was about to begin, and a group of twenty people crossed the bridge one by one.
Xiao Hu Bei hid behind and looked at the man on the other side of the river. At the same age, he was already a soldier and a warrior.
A little girl on the other side of the river suddenly saluted at the Sixing Warehouse. When the squatting soldiers saw it, they all stood up and saluted back!
"Tuan Zuo, when I was a child, my great-grandfather said that if the territory of our ancestors was taken over by outsiders, no one in the future generations would be able to fight. It shouldn't be right. Now that the small days are here, I should run away again, shouldn't it be Tuan Zuo?"
This is what Xiao Hu Bei told Commander Xie before.
"Look at the other side. The four hundred of us can't carry it. We have to rely on the 40 million people behind us to carry it. We went out just to wake them up! No one knows what this country will become in the future.
So you have to live and grow up well, and when you grow up, you can see how this country will get better!"
The scene changes, the wounded soldiers and the remaining suicide squads are all preparing for battle.
Xiao Hu Bei looked at the suicide note, picked up the wine and took a sip!
The door of Sihang Warehouse slowly opened, and Qi Jiaming saluted the suicide squad members: "Brothers, see you in the next life!"
"See you in the next life!"
As the searchlights went out, Yabai was about to retreat.
But Xiaozi was unwilling to let them leave like this, and the searchlight turned on again.
Although the searchlights were extinguished by our army again, they raised the flares again.
The timid old man who was afraid of death walked up to the top floor, threw away his gun, and drew out the big knife on his back. In a desperate situation, he burst out with courage. He limped and sang "Dingjun Mountain" hoarsely with a hoarse voice.
Maybe it’s not good: “This letter came by chance. God helped Huang Zhong succeed. He stood at the gate of the camp and the three armies were shouting.
, the knife is unsheathed!”
He slashed his knife into the wind and snow in the snow.
Downstairs, Yang Guai took one last puff of cigarette and entered the battle with a bright smile. Behind him was the thirteen-year-old Hu Bei! It was the Luoyang shovel carrying a flamethrower...
The old man on the roof finished singing "Dingjun Mountain" and came to the machine gun.
The passion of "Although Huang Zhongnian is old, he is ambitious", this former timid coward has completed his transformation!
They faced the small days resolutely and took the initiative.
One after another people fell!
Qi Jiaming, he is here to take revenge. His blood is not cold, his people are not dead, and the enemies are still there. What reason does he have to cross the bridge?
Therefore, he took the lead and rushed towards the enemy's position.
It is a true honor to serve the country with one’s own life!
Yangguai, this veteran oil man, he has been in so many battles, the division commander is gone, the regiment commander is gone, the battalion commander is gone, but he is still alive.
He knows how to survive on the battlefield better than anyone, but this time, he didn't hide!
Xiao Hu Bei, this child who is only thirteen years old, in the Sihang Warehouse, everyone clings to him if they have delicious food, and avoid him if they are in danger. The leader hopes that he can survive and see how the country will fare in the future.
It looked like it was okay, but he felt it shouldn't be.
Old Hulu is dead, brother Duanwu is dead, brother Xiao Qiyue is dead, they are all dead.
They had made an appointment to come to Shanghai to take pictures and take a boat ride together, but they all left.
He doesn't understand any big principles, but his great-grandfather said that the ancestral territory has been taken over by outsiders, and none of the descendants can resist. It shouldn't be the case. Now that the small days have come, I shouldn't run away again!
So he picked up the gun, followed the sheep crutch, and made the final resistance together!
The old man on the roof pulled the trigger like crazy. He had been a coward all his life, but in the end he became brave.
He just doesn't want to be a coward for the rest of his life. Look, even a sheep crutch that no woman has ever touched is so brave. Isn't he still inferior?
It hurts, it really hurts, I'm a coward. In this life, we old man, I won't be a coward anymore!
Seeing the soldiers who "rushed on the bridge" were beaten to death, the elegant university professor went crazy. He trembled with his hands, tears on his twisted face, and murmured: "What a fucking bully." He took out his hand.
The double-barreled shotguns began to fire at the Japanese troops, one shot, another shot, and another shot.
Casino owner Sister Rong used an ax to open the closed cabinet, picked up two large boxes of "morphine" and ran towards the injured soldiers on the bridge.
The leader of the troupe on the stage beat the sonorous drums, just like the "Changshan Zhao Zilong" performed on the stage and rushed towards the enemy.
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Suddenly a figure appeared on the big screen, and the audience in the theater was stunned.
