Rise From Eight Hundred

The south bank of Suzhou River is already crowded with people.

The crowd gathered was at least twice as large as the previous few days.

In fact, yesterday's incident in which people in the concession risked their lives by jumping into the river to retrieve the remains of soldiers who died in the war, and eventually nearly a hundred people were killed by Japanese gunfire, shocked the entire concession.

It turns out that not only the soldiers who receive military pay are not afraid of death, but also the people around them are not afraid of death. This is absolutely subversive for the vast majority of ordinary people who are anxious about what they can eat tomorrow.

Last night, there was an endless stream of Chinese people going to the makeshift mourning hall in the theater to express their condolences. Everyone wanted to see if it was true.

A coffin covered with a dark blue military uniform with several holes in it and another coffin were at the front, followed by densely packed rows of dark coffins. The people keeping watch over them were all well-known big shots in the Songhu area, and there was even a coffin. Army Major General.

That makes them disbelief.

A middle-aged man in a beige suit standing on the street corner belongs to this group of people. As a Chinese employee of the Imperial Bank in the concession, although the war broke out, he had a house in the concession. With a salary, he is not worried about his family's livelihood, and he is far less worried about the war that is breaking out around him than the refugees.

But when he heard the news and rushed to the mourning hall, he was deeply shocked by the rows of dark and heavy coffins and the eyes of the five-year-old child wearing a white mourning hat, which never shed tears.

What is it? For a husband and father to abandon his wife and children and die on his own initiative? Is that his job? Not really.

The choice of ordinary people like him for this war forced him to re-examine the war because he could not find the answer.

He decided to stay here and see with his own eyes what made people like him make such irrational choices.

Perhaps the tens of thousands of extra Chinese people have the same doubts as him.

People who stayed here for most of the night, like this middle-aged man in a suit, had heard too many stories about how the defenders of Sihang Warehouse fought against the Japanese.

The story was told with passion, making the middle-aged man in a suit look forward to it.

But it seems that today's battlefield situation is somewhat different from what he expected.

The Japanese army was almost entering the most dangerous 40-meter area, but the Sixing Warehouse was still quiet.

It seems that the crazy heavy machine gun shooting and grenade bombing still cannot wake up the sleeping Chinese soldiers.

This is so abnormal that it makes the Chinese people want to stamp their feet.

Not to mention them, the Japanese soldiers, who have not been killed or even injured so far, are actually even more confused. The idiot who was so scared that he accidentally slipped his foot and put his buttocks on his colleague's bayonet made a hole was not included in this list.

"Baga! The Chinese have a conspiracy!" Wakitajiro gritted his teeth and almost crushed the telescope in his hand.

"There is another conspiracy, should we stop the attack first?" Makino Jun felt that he was being played to death by his boss. He said this every day, so there was no new words, but the key was that he had to find different ways to answer the question. As for the boss, this is the hardest thing.

"On the battlefield, pointing your butt at the enemy is a stupider choice." Jiro Wakiita replied to his subordinates with great tactical knowledge.

‘Then tell me a ball! Just keep attacking. ’ Makino Jun is crazy OS inside.

If you don’t say that, if you ask me, ‘What are the Chinese people’s conspiracy? 'How can I fix it? If I knew this, why would I be sitting here with you, an idiot? I've been making tea on the roof of Sihang Warehouse for a long time, okay? Ignoring the subordinates who were complaining madly in their hearts, Wakiitajiro tried his best to turn his thoughts to the battlefield.

The Japanese forwards have crossed the trenches and are about to reach the downstairs of the warehouse.

Sihang Warehouse was still silent.

"What's going on? Why don't you shoot and kill those idiots?" The middle-aged man in a suit was a little anxious.

"Don't worry, this is called luring the enemy deep, and the show will begin soon." The rickshaw driver next to the middle-aged man in a suit said with a smile.

Then, he looked at the big boss who rented his rickshaw for the whole night with a strange look on his face: "Mr. Zhang, how do you speak Henan dialect?"

"How do you speak Henan! People from Henan are also Chinese. On the Songhu battlefield this time, there are a lot of soldiers from Henan. Maybe those brothers are many from Henan." I heard that the rickshaw driver I hired was discriminatory. The middle-aged man in a suit felt a little unhappy about what he meant in his hometown dialect, and glared as he spoke.

"Yes, I'm sure he's from Henan. I thought Mr. Zhang was a local at first!" The rickshaw driver grinned and nodded. He spoke more authentic Henan dialect than the middle-aged man in a suit.

"Fellow!" The middle-aged man in a suit was stunned.

"I'm from Nanyang, where's that from?"

"I am from Pingdingshan."

"Not far apart!"

"Ha, let's not talk about family matters. Lao Zhou, tell me what's going on today?" the middle-aged man in a suit asked hurriedly.

"There is nothing to panic. Our brothers in the national army have many ways to deal with these idiots." The rickshaw driver was full of confidence. "I guess! Just wait until they turn into a pile of bones, then throw explosives and kill them all. It will be fun!"

Now, as long as you watch the battle here for a few days, you will have some tactical training with the ready-made example teaching. If the rickshaw driver can say this, he is obviously an old spectator.

"It makes sense, just like that, kill the dog." The middle-aged man in a suit felt a little relieved and waved his arms excitedly.

"Brothers Guojun, you can throw the explosive packets and blow them up to death." The rickshaw driver was a little excited when he saw that his boss agreed with his opinion.

"Blow this idiot to death!"

"Blow up his ass!"

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Led by these two, the people around them also began to shout loudly in the slang of their hometown.

Then, as more and more Japanese infantry arrived downstairs, the shouts on the south bank of the concession became louder and louder.

In later generations, people who have personally visited the football league finals have experienced that the sound waves of more than 10,000 people can almost overturn the roof, and the people in it can't hear any other sound at all, including their own voices shouting at the top of their lungs.

The current situation is that the earth-shattering shouts really scared the Japanese soldiers who had already rushed to the downstairs of the Sihang Warehouse.

Not every Japanese soldier understands Chinese, but it's either this or that, and it's not a good word to hear it, especially the word "bomb" translated by those who understand it, which aroused their already sensitive and fragile nerves.

What they fear most is this, as long as a grenade is thrown on the explosive pack, the warehouse will blow up another hole, but they will also be floating.

Although they all came here with the intention of dying, they still wanted to live a little longer when the time came.

The Japanese soldiers were almost all trembling with fear, stacking explosives and building temporary fortifications while waiting for the pouring bullets and grenades and explosive packs thrown from the upper floors.

That was the routine operation.

The Chinese were expecting, and the Japanese soldiers were also waiting desperately.

But today was such an unconventional thing.

The warehouse defenders answered everyone with continuous silence.

That was a silence that was more frightening than bullets and grenades.