Chapter 135: Lieutenant Colonel's Pride

It was not the troops stationed in the concession who were stunned.

After 30 seconds, a ball of fire flashed in the north of the Suzhou River Bridge.

A loud "boom!" spread throughout the battlefield and half of the concession.

Jiro Wakiban, who was waiting for his own spies hiding in the concession to fire a signal flare so that he could launch a covering attack on his chosen prey, was stunned.

"Searchlights! Turn on all the searchlights. I want to see what the Chinese are doing?" Jiro Wakiban quickly reacted and gave the order.

The six large searchlights that had been set up gradually lit up, and the six clear light poles illuminated the surface of the Suzhou River behind the Sihang Warehouse as bright as day.

Not to mention the Sihang Warehouse and the not-so-wide Suzhou River, even the dirty faces of the Chinese soldiers who had just climbed up from the ground and stood up on the opposite side could be seen clearly.

The stone Suzhou River Bridge, which was once spacious enough for two cars to walk side by side, was left with only half of the bridge deck and a few thick bridge piers across the river.

"Baga! Where's the bridge?" Jiro Wakiita was stunned.

Until then, he hadn't realized that it was the Chinese who blew up the bridge.

"The Chinese, all of them crossed the river!" A bleakness surged on Makino Jun's face.

There was no need to look at the number of Chinese standing by the river. The bridge was blown up, so they must have all crossed the river.

As for why the spies who had agreed in advance did not fire the signal flare at the right time, it might be that there was some unknown mistake.

But the Chinese just crossed the river, why did they blow up the bridge? Are they afraid that the pursuers will chase them from the bridge and kill them? Isn't there only this passage to the concession?

The Japanese colonel was still confused that the road of death he designed for his opponent had disappeared, and the Japanese lieutenant colonel was still lingering with an unexplainable question in his mind.

Two flares hit the left wing Japanese position.

The Japanese position extended to the edge of the trench by the river. Six heavy machine guns were lined up in a row, the machine gunners were in place, and the long bullet plates were already inserted.

Suddenly being exposed to the light, the surprised and panicked expressions on the faces of the Japanese machine gunners who had been pulling the triggers of their machine guns and preparing for all the shooting in the dark looked very funny in the telescope.

The funny thing was not that the Japanese machine gunners immediately took up their machine guns and hid in the trenches.

After all, after last night's lesson, the most normal result after the flares was a mortar barrage.

This time, they learned a lot.

The funny thing was actually Colonel James's face that changed color.

The whiteness that is unique to white people turned red in an instant, as if he was about to transform into Guan Gong.

That was the manifestation of blood rushing to the head.

Shame, anger, and anger!

A mixture of various complex emotions.

In front of the Chinese general, he solemnly promised on behalf of the brigadier general that through communication with the Japanese Expeditionary Force Command, the Japanese side would never attack, otherwise it would be a humiliation to the British Empire, which is absolutely unforgivable.

Now, the Chinese have fulfilled their promise, most of them have withdrawn and handed over their heavy weapons.

But what about the Japanese? They shamelessly tore up the verbal agreement again and rubbed the dignity of the British Empire on the ground.

To put it simply, they are nothing. Those crazy Japanese didn't take them seriously at all. They gave them a great face by not shooting at this side.

"Fuck you, LAOLAO!" Colonel James, who was a little bit angry, jumped up and cursed.

Chinese and English mixed curses, but no one laughed.

The lieutenant colonel stood in front of his soldiers and also stood opposite his soldiers, and rarely shed two lines of clear tears.

But this time, he was not sad, but raised his face, letting the tears roll down, flowing across his cheeks, sliding across the corners of his mouth, and hitting the ground.

He was proud!

He was proud of the commander of the main company under his command, who once again made an accurate prediction, even accurate enough to choose the right time to attack the Japanese army.

Everything under the flares has proved that the Japanese army, which has suffered a great loss, is waiting, waiting for the last group of soldiers who have lost their heavy equipment to cross the bridge to appear.

At that time, there was no ability to fight back, no cover, and the only thing they could do was race against death.

But, with a length of more than 30 meters, could they outrun the concentrated fire of six heavy machine guns?

Not one in a hundred.

Of course, he was more proud of the two excellent subordinates, who not only had smart minds, but also had the heart of a soldier who was not afraid of death.

Indeed, after discovering the shameless attack of the Japanese army, the usual practice was to cut off the arm of a hero, choose to leave a part of the dead soldiers, use the warehouse fortifications to fight against the Japanese army, suppress the opponent's firepower, and allow the other part to escape by chance.

Although there might not be many people who survived, it would not be a complete annihilation.

But the capable subordinates who made him proud did not do so. They would not leave anyone behind. They would live together and die together.

The whole army shrank and re-occupied the fortress, and they would let the Japanese army who wanted to steal the chicken know what it meant to steal the chicken and lose the rice.

Even if there were only more than a hundred people, the 36th Regiment would have to pay a price that they could not bear if they wanted to bite it off.

Really, he had never been so proud, proud of his soldiers.

Behind the lieutenant colonel, Qin Ruoyu was perhaps the only officer who did not shed tears.

In fact, five hours ago, he already knew the outcome.

Before Tang Dao took over the position of company commander, he did not have much contact with Tang Dao, but that did not mean that he did not admire this colleague who was younger than him.

He could not match Tang Dao's powerful individual skills, but his accurate prediction of the battlefield situation was the real reason why the young second lieutenant, who had only graduated from the military academy for two years, admired him to the core.

Qin Ruoyu always remembers the white-haired middle-aged man named Baili who once served as the principal of their school. He said this at their graduation party: One person is strong, but he is not strong. In the future, no matter what position you hold, you will be the same. The soldiers of the platoon are like a whole, a company is like this, a battalion is like this, and a regiment is like this. This is what the teacher expects from you.

Qin Ruoyu, who had been in the imperial army for two years, had always wanted to achieve what that person said. He put down his pretense of being a top student and lived and ate with the top soldiers. He had a deep and harmonious relationship, but he always felt that he was still a little short of what that person wanted.

It wasn't until he met Tang Dao in the warehouse and watched with his own eyes that Tang Dao rose from a sergeant to Qingyun until he became his immediate boss, did he understand that if he wanted to make an army a whole, it would be like one person. Sharing joys and sorrows is one, and the other is to do As the leader of this army, I must be strong enough.

Strong enough to make your own people look up to you and your enemies to despair.

Only such people can bring victory. Victory again and again is the best fusion agent, making those soldiers willing to give their lives to you. Even if they know that there is a dead end ahead, they will follow you closely.

I'm afraid no one knows that with such a mentality of almost worship, Qin Ruoyu's obedience to Tang Dao is no less than that of Leng Feng, a die-hard fan of Tang Dao.

But Qin Ruoyu didn't expect that five hours ago, Tang Dao interviewed three platoon leaders one by one, and he was ranked last.

In the secret room with only the two of them, Tang Dao frankly analyzed the retreat situation at night and asked him to lead the second platoon to leave, while he and the first and third platoons would defend the fourth row warehouse.

Without asking why, Qin Ruoyu knew that Tang Dao would explain to him.

"The company needs seeds! Otherwise I can't explain it to Shangguan Company Commander. This is just one of them.

Secondly, and most importantly, I need you and the second platoon to protect the safety of several officers.

Because you may seem safe in the concession, but in fact you will suffer inhuman sufferings. Some people may not be afraid of life and death on the battlefield, but long-term suffering and a bleak future will make people lose their spirit and eventually deteriorate.

If you are stupid, Leng Feng is too tough, while Li Jijin is too cautious and lacks sharpness. You are the only one who has a needle hidden in your skin. You seem to be a scholar, but in fact you are the most tenacious and can take on this important responsibility. "Tang Dao looked at his second platoon leader with a sharp look.

"In this letter, I have written down the changes in those people you need to pay attention to, and those people you can seek help from." After Tang Dao took out a letter and handed it to Qin Ruoyu, he still couldn't accept it, and finally sighed. tone.

"What's more, we are not bound to die. This war will last for a long time. We will still meet if there is a chance."

This sentence was the last straw that broke Qin Ruoyu's mind. He did not want to live alone and accepted his order, so he could only accept his order with tears.

Now, his commander and brothers implemented the planned plan and escaped the deadly trap that the Japanese army had planned for a long time, once again proving that Tang Dao had nothing to lose.

He shouldn't cry.

However, huge worry still hung in his mind.

There are only over a hundred of them. How can they withstand the Japanese attack tomorrow? Can they really see each other again?

Compared with the deep sadness of the Chinese soldiers here, the Japanese soldiers, who were originally ready to harvest the lives of their enemies and were overjoyed, may not be less sad.