When a ray of sunshine appeared in the east, Shandong veterans who had been staring at the window on the fifth floor of Sihang Warehouse for a night put away their sniper rifles and saluted a military salute to the south bank of Suzhou River, those who had been guarding the dark corners all night.

A beggar with disheveled hair spread his dark fingers and responded to a bad military salute. Not far from him, a white-haired old man holding a gong rubbed his eyes and waved his hand to the Shandong veteran. He didn't say what he wanted to say. He sighed and turned around and left.

Those men who were worried that the Japanese would sneak attack on Sihang Warehouse, hiding in every corner of the south bank of the river to monitor the Japanese, and preparing to warn them at any time, clasped their fists and cheered at the soldiers in the warehouse, watched for a while, and then left.

Looking at the people who had been guarding all night, Zhou Zhihan, who had been guarding the No. 214 ship battle on the top floor of Sihang Warehouse, was moved again.

"Sir!" Chen Shusheng looked at the departing people, silently saluted a military salute, and then said, "We will raise the flag in half an hour. Do you think we can withstand the crazy attack of the Japanese?"

Late last night, Zhou Zhihan found Xie Jinyuan and specifically asked Chen Shusheng, Li Mancang, Wang Jindou, Liu Beiwu and others to come over, assist the fighter planes to take off and land on the top of the warehouse, and add bullets to the fighter planes.

At around 10 o'clock last night, a mysterious anti-Japanese team of more than 20 people dressed up as civilians and risked their lives to send aircraft oil and bombs. Xu Zheyou was the leader.

The people Xu Zheyou brought were all guerrilla experts, who were good at burying landmines and attacking snipers. After they unloaded the aircraft oil and bullets, they kept working hard and laid out several minefields around the Sihang Warehouse under the cover of the night.

The brothers of the 88th Division only defend and do not attack, and will not enter the minefield.

"Yes!" Zhou Zhihan replied to Chen Shusheng with a firm determination, "We will definitely hold on here for four days so that the whole world can see that we Chinese soldiers did not retreat in a single step in the face of 300,000 Japanese troops in these four days!"

"Sir!" Li Mancang mustered up the courage and finally said what he wanted to say more than ten times and then held back. "When the war is over, will I go with you to learn how to fly a plane?"

"Sir, I'll go with you too, and I'll go with you to learn how to fly a plane."

"I'll go too?"

With Li Mancang leading the way, Wang Jindou and Liu Beiwu also said.

"Why are you guys?" Chen Shusheng licked his lips and smiled shyly. "Every pilot is a college student, and he is a pride of heaven. We don't recognize the words we are fighting against. When we get on the plane, we can't even find the gears."

The plane has a gear? Zhou Zhihan didn't find it funny, but his nose felt sour: "After this battle, you all followed me. When you arrived at the Air Force Academy, I will teach you how to read and write step by step, accept you as your apprentices, take you to the sky, and see the blue sky and earth of the motherland. But first you have to promise me that you must live well!"

"Is it true, sir?"

Chen Shusheng and others almost widened their eyes and asked in unison, their eyes full of anticipation.

"Can the Air Force chief instructor say something false?" Zhou Zhihan raised his hand and slapped everyone's helmet on the head, "If you want to be a pilot and want to recognize me as a master, you have to live well for me. Do you know?"

"Yes! Master!"

Several young soldiers, with joy on their faces and laughed from ear to ear, immediately changed their words to call them master, as if they were afraid that the chief instructor would regret it.

At this moment, four or five hundred meters away from the warehouse, a traitor appeared from the trenches of the Japanese and began to persuade him to surrender: "It is already five in the morning, and it is less than two and a half hours before the attack of the Imperial Army.

The Imperial Army is kind and makes you think about it all night and it is time to come out and surrender. You have also seen that the warehouse is surrounded by the Imperial Army. You can't escape with your wings. There is only a dead end if you don't surrender.

No 700,000 people stopped the footsteps of the Imperial Army. Only you guys don’t even count an ant under the feet of the Imperial Army. We Chinese have a saying that real-time things are the ones that are Jun..."

"Bang!"

A Chinese sniper who had been hiding in a pile of dead bodies for a night was very close to the traitor. He couldn't bear to listen anymore. He raised his hand and shot it. The bullet hit the traitor's forehead and opened a blood hole the size of a palm-sized one behind his head.

"I'll know you, I'm Ni..."

Before he could finish his words, two bullets flew out of the pile of dead bodies not far away, one hitting his chest and the other hitting the head.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot easily, be careful to hide yourself."

Shandong veteran Squad Leader Zhu hid behind the wall and shouted loudly.

"I'm ri, you code!"

When a Shandong soldier saw his fellow villager die tragically, he picked up the bayonet, gritted his teeth, stabbed a hole in the leg of a hanging Japanese devil. He wanted to stab him again, but was grabbed by a Shandong veteran: "If you stab him to death, you can't humiliate the Japanese devils on the opposite side."

The south bank of Suzhou River.

Military observers from all over the world who were having a hearty breakfast were eating steak and browsing newspapers while chatting about the short battle between China and Japan last night. The chief instructor of the Chinese Air Force almost shocked the Japanese with one force and did not dare to continue to act rashly.

At 6:05, the restaurant gate was suddenly pushed open, and an intelligence officer hurriedly ran in: "The Chinese soldiers stationed in Sihang Warehouse raised the blue sky and white sun flag!"

The sound of knife and fork suddenly stopped, and the restaurant was silent, and all the military observers who were eating seemed to have turned into clay sculptures in an instant.

Three seconds later, everyone quickly put down the breakfast in their hands and asked the soldiers to prepare airships, cameras, and the war between China and Japan on the north bank of the Suzhou River was about to go to a war.

"The Japanese said that they would take the Sihang Warehouse in three hours. I bet 5,000 yuan, and the Chinese defenders couldn't last three hours."

A German observer said as he put a piece of steak in his mouth and chewed it, shrugging his shoulders and spreading his hands, "Who are you betting on me?"

No one follows.

"Can the Chinese army guard three hours? Are you telling a joke Gilman? I paid 10,000 yuan to bet that the Japanese army took down the Sihang Warehouse within two hours. Who are you?" Another Western observer took out a stack of money from his body and put it on the table.

Still no one followed.

Another Western observer said confidently: "If the Chinese commander stationed in Sihang Warehouse did not raise the blue sky and white sun flag, the Chinese army might hold on for six or seven hours or a day. Now the blue sky and white sun flag is rising, it is just slapping the Japanese in the face. After the war begins, the Sihang Warehouse will never be allowed to stay in the hands of the Chinese defenders for two hours."

6:00.

In addition to the defending soldiers, Xie Jinyuan led all officers and soldiers to salute the military flag and watched the blue sky and white sun flag slowly rise.

After the flag-raising was completed, the soldiers' door was filled with tears!

Xie Jinyuan looked around everyone, his face was solemn, his eyes were firm, and his tone was heroic: "Brothers of Teacher 88!"

"yes!"

Zhou Zhihan and all the soldiers answered in unison.

“In the air over there, senior observers from Western countries were watching our every move.

Behind us are our compatriots who have been ravaged by the Japanese war cavalry.

We are not only here to resist the Japanese, we are also doing it for all Chinese people to see.

To show the world's powers.

here,

Shanghai,

The Chinese are still there.

The Chinese soldiers were still standing here without retreating at all. With us there, Shanghai would not fall.

The Northeast has fallen,

North China has fallen,

Because of you,

Shanghai is still there.”

Xie Jinyuan looked excited and said, and gave a military salute to all the soldiers.

The more and more ordinary people gathered on the south bank of the river, looking up at the highest point of the Sihang Warehouse, everyone was filled with tears.

"yes!"

All the soldiers of the 88th Division upstairs and downstairs answered in unison with guns.

"Ya, what are they doing?"

A little boy of four or five years old sat on his father's shoulder and asked curiously.

"They are showing the world the unyielding backbone of the Chinese! They are the backbone of China!"
Chapter completed!