Chapter 78 Under the Chinese Sky (Part 1)

The Japanese army, licking their wounds, did not completely stop and continued to deploy troops.

The roar of tank engines came faintly from afar, and a large number of engineers continued to enter the battlefield, starting to build field circular fortifications from more than 500 meters away.

The Chinese defenders in the building were naturally not idle. Some were repairing the incomplete fortifications in the building, and some collected the bodies of three comrades who died in the battle today after the battle.

They washed their bloody faces and bodies with the water flowing from Suzhou River, and then wrapped their bodies, which were no longer warm, with the white cloth they carried.

In the building, except for the soldiers in charge of guarding, the remaining more than 300 officers and soldiers, including the wounded soldiers wrapped in bandages, lined up in rows to bid farewell to their brothers in silence.

According to the meaning of the lieutenant colonel of the army, since they had to persist here until they ran out of ammunition and food and all the members died, there was no need to go through too much trouble. They just dug up the floor on the first floor and dug out the graves.

Not only will these three soldiers who died in the battle be buried here, but in the future, this will also be the burial place for the 1st Battalion of the 524th Regiment, including him, a lieutenant colonel.

Tang Dao certainly knew the direction of history. In less than four days, those bigwigs would not be able to withstand the pressure from the Western world and force the Sihang Warehouse defenders to retreat. Not only would not all the people here die in the battle, but the remains of all the victims would also be taken away.

However, Tang Dao did not stop the soldiers from the seemingly useless digging. He suddenly remembered an extremely important piece of information.

It seems that when he visited the Sihang Warehouse in the future, a commentator mentioned that there was a basement under the Sihang Warehouse. It should be a place specially used to store valuable collateral when it was originally designed as a vault.

But the battle report of the Sihang Warehouse did not mention any basement. Perhaps, from here, a new direction can be found in this battlefield that seems to have entered a dead end?

Moreover, looking at the busy figures of the Japanese engineers in the field of vision, Tang Dao was inspired.

Although the stubborn ruts of history have not been changed, the arrival of his little butterfly still changed the seemingly unimportant patterns in the ruts.

The Battle of Sihang Warehouse is very different from before.

In the previous Battle of Sihang Warehouse, there were only 20 casualties and nearly 200 Japanese invaders were killed and wounded for three days and four nights. However, there was no battle like this one, which killed 200 or 300 Japanese soldiers. The total record has exceeded 400.

Einstein once said that there are countless timelines, and every choice made by people will make your life take an unrepeatable path and then return to the long river of time.

In other words, since the moment Tang Dao appeared here without any materialism, the Battle of Sihang Warehouse was no longer the battle that Tang Dao knew.

Then, the Japanese army would certainly make different tactical choices.

And the Sihang Warehouse Building is like a city to the Japanese army that is surrounded on three sides.

What will the Japanese army do in the face of such a strong city?

Tang Dao did not dare to neglect and reported his ideas to the lieutenant colonel of the army.

After quickly arranging the matters at hand, the lieutenant colonel of the army immediately convened a headquarters meeting and ordered Tang Dao to serve as the general commander of the firepower and fortification construction in the warehouse building. He was responsible for the construction of new fortifications and the adjustment of firepower points in the building.

There are currently no engineers in the first battalion. All soldiers, except the wounded, must obey Tang Dao's deployment to participate in the construction of fortifications.

With this command, Tang Dao took drastic measures. First, he arranged an infantry platoon to dig and explore the ground on the first floor, and sent three infantry platoons to widen the trench fortifications outside the warehouse and continue to dig outward.

It seemed that they were competing with the Japanese army who were also digging trenches with great construction.

Both the Chinese and Japanese armies were sweating and struggling with the soil.

But on the afternoon of October 27, when the battlefield suddenly became somewhat quiet, under the land and sky of Songhu Zhabei, the sweaty soldiers on both sides were not the protagonists.

The protagonist is the owner of this land and sky-----the Chinese.

The Chinese defenders won the decisive battle in the afternoon. Later, news came from the hospital that the lives of the two brave women who were singing and beating drums should be fine. The terrible penetrating power of the 6.5mm Yusaka bullet pierced through their tender bodies, but reduced the damage caused by the deformation and flipping of the bullet.

Before the two women were sent to the hospital, the hospital, which received news from a certain force, gathered the most advanced medical care in the concession and finally prevented regrets from happening.

The already emotional people were completely boiling.

Organized by young students, they sang the "March of the Volunteers" written by the famous lyricist Tian Han and composer Nie Er in April 1935 over and over again.

"Rise up! People who don't want to be slaves!

Build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood!

The Chinese nation is in the most dangerous time, and everyone is forced to make the final roar.

Rise up! Rise up! Rise up!

We are united as one, braving the enemy's artillery fire, and move forward! Braving the enemy's artillery fire, move forward! Move forward, move forward!"

Throughout the afternoon, the heroic and exciting singing spread throughout the Dasonghu like waves.

In the concession, men and women who were sitting in a pile of luggage and looking at the bustling streets opposite but with dull eyes were startled by the singing. They were at a loss at first, listened attentively for a long time, and gradually stood up from the ground, and their eyes gradually brightened.

In the concession, there was a pot of tea on the table. An old man with his hands on a book but his brows were furrowed and his face was heavy was startled by the singing. He stood up silently and walked to the window. He listened for a long time, murmured along with the singing, his eyes were full of tears, and his face gradually became peaceful and happy.

In the concession, those middle-aged men sitting in restaurants and theaters, leaning on the beauties and leaning on the beauties, wearing suits and leather shoes or brocade and fur robes, were also startled by the singing. They stood up suddenly and walked out of the building. Their once serious eyes were shining in the sun.

In the concession, there were more young people wearing Zhongshan suits. They stood on the street, crying like rain, singing along.

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At this moment, whether they were dressed in bright clothes or ragged clothes, black-haired, black-eyed and yellow-skinned people slowly poured into the streets, listening to the thunderous singing from afar, looking at the north bank of Suzhou River, and singing softly.

And as the singing spread throughout the concession, it was the news that the lone army in the Sihang Warehouse had repelled several attacks of the Japanese army in one day and killed hundreds of Japanese invaders.

Just like the scorching wind in summer, it quickly ignited the enthusiasm of the Chinese people in the concession covering dozens of square kilometers.

With the help of some people with good intentions, several charity organizations with official backgrounds quickly set up fundraising points on the streets. In name, they donated materials and money to the rebellious army, but in fact, the political significance was greater than the donation itself.

The reporters of the newspapers who had been arranged long ago took photos of this scene and published them in newspapers with passionate words, and spread them to the whole country and even the whole world.

The battlefield belongs to the soldiers, but it is only a battlefield.

Behind the battlefield is the stage for the big men to compete.

However, those big men who planned and strategized still underestimated the Chinese people who were inspired by their enthusiasm.

Whether in the East or the West.

They all underestimated how much the Chinese people, who have been shrouded in the shadow of failure, are eager to win.