Rise From Eight Hundred

The Japanese infantry refused to give up.

From the rising sun to the setting sun, with the help of more than 2,000 people from the 37th Infantry Regiment, who were urgently transferred from the 3rd Division, they climbed up and down the ruins like hardworking little ants.

But with so many people, they couldn't pry up a concrete block weighing a thousand pounds, let alone rescue a living person.

Many bodies stuck in various stone cracks were dug out, because it was very simple. If they were pressed and stuck, they just took a knife and cut the bodies into several pieces and pulled them out.

In one day, more than 20 incomplete bodies were dragged out, but that was the greatest achievement of the hard work of more than 2,000 Japanese soldiers.

But even this was not without cost. For these half-and-half bodies, the loosened ruins had a small collapse accident, burying several more Japanese infantrymen.

Seeing this scene, the Japanese Army Lieutenant General who arrived at the scene in person during his busy schedule could not help but be furious. He roared loudly on the bank of Suzhou River like a trapped beast, and even slapped the colonel commander of the engineering regiment who did not enter the warehouse and was lucky enough to save his life.

But it was useless. If anger was useful, what was the use of artillery fire?

Unless, get thousands of kilograms of explosives and blow up the ruins to see if the regiment flag of the 36th Infantry Regiment can be found?

But if the golden flag crown of the regiment flag is accidentally blown to the concession, the basket will be a big mess.

Finally, when the night came and the groaning in the ruins was basically gone, the Japanese army gave up the rescue operation.

When the Japanese army retreated like a tide, except for symbolically leaving a small team here, it meant that the 36th Infantry Regiment, which could have entered the Sihang Warehouse in a victorious manner, was abandoned.

In fact, until the end of the Battle of Songhu half a month later, and even until the end of the entire war, the Japanese army occupying Songhu did not dig any more ruins.

The 36th Infantry Regiment, which lost its regiment flag and most of its officers killed in the battle, was abandoned by the 3rd Division on the evening of November 1 and was directly under the command of the Expeditionary Force Headquarters.

Toyota Hide, the unlucky guy, became a lucky guy. Because of the unlucky nature of the 36th Infantry Regiment, no lieutenant officer was willing to take up the post. The Expeditionary Force Headquarters had no choice but to appoint him as the acting commander of the 36th Infantry Regiment.

Although the rank was not promoted, the position was jumped by two levels. That is, it seems that the new commander looked at the remnants of the defeated army and never smiled.

Other troops were directly under the Supreme Command, which was a higher standard, but for the 36th Infantry Regiment, even an idiot knew that it might be just a matter of time before their numbers were revoked.

Perhaps the only thing that these unlucky guys should be thankful for is that they can stay away from war from now on.

A week later, some of the unlucky and lucky guys returned home on transport ships and never set foot on Chinese soil again in their lives.

Perhaps, they didn't want to come to this painful land again. The desperate groan of their colleagues in the ruins will always be their nightmare.

As for the other part, the war is not over yet!

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After the war, China did not excavate and sort out the ruins of the Sihang Warehouse, but built the Sihang Warehouse Monument on the top of the ruins of the Sihang Warehouse, and the list of all the participants of the 524th Regiment of the 88th Division was included.

The names of Yue Changqing and another 92 people were also engraved on the base of the monument. It was a praise from the whole of China to them. I believe that the soldiers who sleep here will not refuse their company.

The army and the people are fish and water.

After several years of wind and rain, the monument with a white marble base has grown more than a dozen small trees around its concrete ruins.

Some people say that it was the heroes who died in the Sihang Warehouse who came back and turned into trees to protect his position and his country; others say that it was actually the hundreds of Japanese corpses that gradually rotted in the ruins that provided sufficient nutrients to nourish the tree seeds brought by the birds...

But no matter which statement it was, in the end no one moved the small trees that grew tenaciously in the ruins, even if they were not precious species, but just some miscellaneous wood.

As time went by, decades passed in a flash, and the world changed. The battlefield and the ruins disappeared, replaced by a hill with green trees, green in spring and withered in winter, withering and flourishing every year.

But no matter how the seasons change, the only thing that remains unchanged is the monument and the name in the monument.

China has not forgotten them, and this nation has not forgotten them.

Lao Zhang and Lao Zhou, a bank clerk and a rickshaw driver in the war, two Henan compatriots who originally had very different status and could not have communicated became friends because of this battle.

Although the concession was occupied by the Japanese army due to the outbreak of the Pacific War several years later, they watched over and helped each other, survived that difficult period and lived to sixty years later.

The two ordinary Songhu old men who had completely retired had no other hobbies. When they had nothing to do, they would bring teapots to sit beside the ruins of the Sihang Warehouse. In their words, they came to accompany the soldiers who were buried here.

Naturally, when someone asked, the old man would tell them about the battlefield that broke out decades ago and the stories of those people.

Many young people have asked them whether the heroic troops finally evacuated smoothly or died with the Japanese invaders under this famous ruin. The two old men always said with red eyes that they must have left.

But in fact, they don't know either.

Because they had never even seen anyone in the warehouse, whether they were dead or alive and fighting the Japanese invaders on other battlefields, as ordinary people, they had no way of knowing.

However, an unexpected incident made them, who were already old and dying, know the answer they had wanted to hear for decades.

As the city became more and more developed, the available land became less and less. The Zhabei District, which has become the core area, is full of skyscrapers, and only this place is a small mound of trees and trees that is annoying.

Finally, someone set his sights on this place, hoping to invest huge sums of money to develop this place, flatten the annoying ruins, and move the monument to the Suzhou River dozens of meters away.

Capital, which is only interested in money, never cares about any spiritual totems.

However, there are still some ordinary people who have not forgotten the past who do not agree.

The two old men who accidentally learned of this news held wooden sticks, just like the soldiers holding steel guns in those days, and stood in front of the large excavator with local residents.

Back then, they protected the people with their lives, and now it is the turn of his people to protect them.

The government sent high-level officials to persuade them earnestly, promising that the monument would not be damaged in the slightest and that a new memorial would be built on the spot, but what did that represent?

The position that the Japanese devils could not capture back then was occupied by bloody capital, and the elderly and residents refused.

Until, a white-haired old man with countless medals on his chest appeared.

There is no need to elaborate on the process, the end is that capital was completely defeated and the ruins were preserved.

After tremblingly saluting the ruins, the old man bowed to the two men to thank them for cleaning the monument day after day for decades and for paying tribute to the soldiers who died here every Qingming Festival.

Because, they were his comrades-in-arms.

What made the two old men, Lao Zhang and Lao Zhou, extremely excited was that they finally heard the happiest news for them in the past fifty or sixty years.

Under the monument where they stopped and stared every day, there was no sadness of Chinese soldiers, only the dead souls of Japanese invaders.

On November 1, except for the twenty or so people who died in the Sihang Warehouse the day before, the remaining one hundred people all escaped.

Although some people died in the subsequent battles with the Japanese invaders, many people still saw the dawn of victory.