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On October 29, 1937, at 5 o'clock in the morning.

In the dark sky in the distance, a trace of whiteness of the fish belly was revealed. The wind blowing from the distance brought the moisture of the sea and the chill after autumn, and the strong and bloody smell that was almost insoluble in front of the Sihang Warehouse.

It is in such a world with a few pale traces of freshness and strong blood and smoke, dozens of Chinese soldiers stood silently on the top of the Sihang Warehouse. Each of them raised their heads and stared at the national flag that was twelve meters long and rising against the cold autumn wind.

There was no command or command, but everyone present, including Yang Huimin, silently saluted their military salute to the hard-won national flag.

At this time, there was no solemn national anthem, no gorgeous show, and no noise from the guard of honor. Even the flagpole was made of two bamboo poles temporarily tied together. But Yang Huimin knew clearly that she would never forget this moment in her life, never forget this group of heroes who defended the dignity of the entire nation with their lives, and never forget the solemn and sacred atmosphere, and the monotonous and tragic scene.

Among the sun flags everywhere, "a blood hole was punched by the bullets of justice", one is painted with blue sky and white sun, and the twelve-meter-long national flag raised its unyielding body alone, supporting the head that the Chinese nation has not raised high again for a long time!

When the morning sun shone into every corner of the beautiful city of Shanghai, when the citizens of Shanghai rubbed their sleepy eyes and began to slowly fight in this city street that had once devoted millions of troops and were beaten to death for three months, and were straying around unconsciously and without targets, when they extended their eyes to the distance, jumped over the too dazzling sun flag, and landed on a certain position, everyone was stunned.

More and more Shanghai citizens walked towards the Suzhou River bank. They rubbed their eyes desperately. Yes, they were waving in the wind on the top of the Sihang Warehouse, trying their best to stretch their flag of enthusiasm and dignity like flames. The flag that was shouting silently was China's... national flag!

This is the last national flag belonging to China in the entire Greater Shanghai! Where it is raised is the last land that is still in the hands of Chinese soldiers and has not been captured!

Whether it is a civilian or a former dignitary, whether it is a refugee camp in the concession, or a person who still enjoys a comfortable life in this situation, they all stand there quietly, quietly looking at the national flag.

I don’t know how many people took off their hats, slowly bent their waists towards the national flag. I don’t know how many people looked at the national flag, burst into tears. I don’t know how many people were muttering to the national flag.

More and more Shanghai citizens spontaneously gathered along the Suzhou River. There was no noise, and everyone just looked at the national flag quietly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Suddenly, a crisp gunshot broke the strange tranquility.

The shots were British soldiers stationed in the concession area. Under the command of an officer, about a company of British soldiers, who lined up in an orderly queue and stood on the south bank of Suzhou River, pointing their rifles diagonally towards the sky. In the commander's command, they pulled the trigger of the weapons in their hands again and again.

These arrogant British soldiers were using their own methods to express the etiquette of the Chinese warriors defending in the Sihang Warehouse and the national flag waving in the wind. Looking at the British soldiers who were firing guns at the sky, Xie Jinyuan, who was standing on the top of the Sihang Warehouse, raised his right hand and saluted them from afar.

The British officer who led the troops to pay tribute to the Chinese flag was a young captain. He stared at the national flag that was rushing like flames, and a complex light flashed in his blue eyes like the vast sea. He was silent for a long time, turned his head and said in a deep voice to the soldiers behind him: "We can look down on the weak China, but we can't look down on such Chinese soldiers! They are warriors, all fearless real warriors!"

Yang Huimin, standing on the top of the Sihang Warehouse, raised her head proudly. She stared at the national flag that kept fluttering above her head. How lucky she was to receive the task of escorting the national flag. How happy she was, she could witness with her own eyes these passionate men who were destined to be famous in history and forever included in the Chinese God of War List, raised this national flag that represents the indomitable spirit of China?!

At this moment, the 524th Regiment's documents ran to the top floor of the Sihang Warehouse and handed a list of undried ink marks to the commander of the regiment Xie Jinyuan.

Looking at the commander whom he respected most, and then looking at Yang Huimin, who risked his life to bring the national flag to the Sihang Warehouse, the clerk opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but facing the dark and bright eyes of the commander Xie Jinyuan, he looked at him shaking his head slightly at himself, and the clerk could only sigh helplessly.

The soldiers who Xie Jinyuan brought into the Sihang Warehouse were three infantry companies, one machine gun company and one mortar platoon, with a total of only 423 people. However, according to Xie Jinyuan's instructions, the documents were temporarily prepared on the list of more than 800 people!

Among these more than 800 names, not only are there 423 warriors, but many of them have been named in the 524th Regiment, but they have lost their precious lives in the Battle of Shanghai. In other words, this is a fake list made to confuse the enemy!

Even if the War of Resistance Against Japan is victorious in the future, no one can really distinguish who once fought bloody battles until death without regrets in a place called Sihang Warehouse!

Holding the fake list that was quickly made, Xie Jinyuan took a deep breath. He stepped forward to Yang Huimin and handed the fake list and 423 suicide notes written quickly to Yang Huimin.

If guarding the Sihang Warehouse holds the Japanese attack and lets them "capture the entire Shanghai in three days", it will become the biggest joke and a huge honor, then this honor should belong to 250,000 Chinese soldiers who have been buried here in order to defend Shanghai.

If 250,000 names cannot be recorded at the same time in the monument and history, then he would rather have no names on the Hero Monument of Sixing Warehouse!
Chapter completed!