Chapter 87 Eight Hundred!

During the one-hour time stipulated by the lieutenant colonel, Tan Tai Ming Yue had actually done a lot of things.

From the second lieutenant platoon leader to several veterans, she recorded their plain or slightly restrained words at the fastest speed in her life, and took her camera to record many precious moments.

In the darkness, the soldiers were sleeping against the wall in rows

In the firelight, the silhouette of the veteran quietly holding a cigarette and cleaning his gun;

Under the moonlight, the second lieutenant officer was young and handsome with a bit of firm eyebrows;

In the deep night, the steady back of the lieutenant colonel and the prosperous lights across the river.

But the most was the somewhat uneasy eyes of a group of young soldiers who took their first photo in their lives.

That was when Tan Tai Ming Yue was about to leave the second floor to go to the headquarters, a group of soldiers who had pretended to be asleep but heard that the big reporter could still take pictures and finally couldn't help their desire to request it themselves.

How young they are! In the slightly trembling lens of Tan Tai Ming Yue, those people of the same age as her tried to smile with their mouths wide open, and their smiles were very brilliant, almost in the same pattern.

The person taking the photo smiled, but the cameraman cried.

Because Tan Tai Ming Yue knew that they knew very well that this might be the last appearance they would leave in this world, and the last impression they would leave on their families.

So, although they were facing the lens that made them more nervous than the muzzle of a gun, they all grinned and showed their teeth without exception.

Tan Tai Ming Yue took out a pen and paper and asked the soldiers to write down their home addresses, promising that she would definitely send their photos back to their families.

This was obviously a luxury. The soldiers who did not change color in the face of flying bullets on the battlefield, most of them had red faces at this moment. Most of them could only write their full names. Where did the complex words such as home addresses belong to them?

As a last resort, the company commander Shangguan Yun had to write a person's name and address and take a photo.

Tan Tai Ming Yue used up all the four rolls of film she brought with her. It was only then that she realized that the one-hour time limit had already passed, and the male peacock who had accompanied her to show off had not appeared for a long time.

Instead, it was Captain Shangguan Yun, a company commander of a main force company, a real army captain.

She didn't care much about Tang Dao's departure. What made Tan Tai Ming Yue extremely happy was that she had won the recognition of the officers and soldiers in the warehouse with her own efforts.

As time went by, the young soldiers had gradually become more restrained from their previous restraint, and even made some jokes with a strong hometown accent and dirty words that she didn't understand. Although she was quickly scolded by Captain Shangguan and ran away, Tan Tai Ming Yue was rarely happy.

She knew that it was a sign that they gradually stopped treating her as a high-ranking reporter or just a beautiful woman.

In other words, the moment she agreed to send their photos home, they treated her as a comrade-in-arms.

Only comrades-in-arms can be entrusted with life and death. What was entrusted to Dan Tai Ming Yue was the news of a glorious death and the laughter of a brilliant life.

The lieutenant colonel looked at his young soldiers who were queuing up to take pictures. For the first time in his life, he disobeyed the military order he issued. It was not until two hours later that he personally asked Dan Tai Ming Yue to leave.

Tan Tai Ming Yue was also able to ask a question that many people were very concerned about: "People all over the country want to know how many Chinese people are stationed in our Sihang Warehouse."

The lieutenant colonel of the army pondered for a moment, and finally gave an answer that would resound throughout China now and in the future: "Eight hundred!"

This is a number that nearly doubles the current total force. On the one hand, the lieutenant colonel of the army did not want to disappoint this beautiful and brave girl. Among the hundreds of thousands of soldiers in Songhu, only half an infantry battalion could hold the last position in Shanghai. It would be a joke if it was told to others.

On the other hand, he did not want those big shots to know and blame his immediate superior. You know, the military order from the theater headquarters to the division headquarters was to leave the entire 524th regiment, but the 88th Division had suffered heavy losses. Who would be willing to send their main regiment into a desperate situation like this?

In order to prevent the entire regiment from being destroyed, the lieutenant colonel of the army chose to lead the main battalion to garrison the Sihang Warehouse alone. Even if all the members died in battle, as long as they could defend for seven days and nights to meet the requirements of the theater commander, it would not be considered a violation of the military order.

Of course, more importantly, it was to fool the Japanese.

Eight hundred people, that is, five full infantry companies. If the Japanese knew the strength of the Chinese defenders from Chinese newspapers, their balls would probably hurt.

After the replenishment, the 36th Infantry Regiment had 3,300 troops. If they couldn't win with a force ratio of nearly four to one, where was the honor of the Imperial Japanese Army?

Tan Tai Mingyue bowed to show his respect for the eight hundred soldiers. The lieutenant colonel of the army saluted on behalf of all the defenders of the warehouse in the name of the highest commander of the warehouse, and watched Shangguan Yun accompany Tan Tai Mingyue to leave the command center and go to the riverside position on the first floor.

It was four o'clock in the morning, the darkest time of the day and the time when people were most likely to be tired. It should not be dangerous for Tan Tai Mingyue to leave at this time.

Several veterans who grew up by the Yangtze River were personally selected by Shangguan Yun to escort Tan Tai Ming Yue away. The camera, interview book, and papers recording the names and addresses of the soldiers were all tightly wrapped in kraft paper.

It was only then that Tan Tai Ming Yue remembered that he had an important interview that had not yet been completed.

"Before I leave, please do me a favor, Captain Shangguan. I want to meet someone, the soldier who killed three Japanese invaders in hand-to-hand combat at the warehouse door in the afternoon. I will not reveal his name and rank. Just ask him to leave a message to the readers of the report." Tan Tai Mingyue suddenly asked.

Shangguan Yun's eyes were extremely strange for a moment.

Tan Tai Mingyue's unique female intuition told her that it seemed that she had made a big mistake. Otherwise, a gentleman like Shangguan Yun would not show such an expression.

However, after thinking about it, she didn't know what mistake she had made.

"Ahem, Tan Tai reporter, didn't you meet him just now? Why don't you ask him in person?" Shangguan Yun's eyes became more and more strange.

Previously, Tang Dao was ordered to accompany Tan Tai Mingyue for nearly an hour, and Tan Tai Mingyue had already said this idea when she came, otherwise the commander would not have asked Tang Dao to accompany him. I think he also wanted to give Tang Dao this opportunity to show his face, which was also a reward.

There is a confidentiality regulation now, but perhaps in less than two days, the organization of the warehouse guards will not be a secret. There is a chance to leave your name and heroic deeds in the newspaper, and the military and political departments will naturally not turn a blind eye.

Could it be that Tang Dao is so low-key that he would give up such a good opportunity? Or is it because of some other reason?

Thinking about the fact that the beautiful reporter who is always friendly to everyone did not care about Tang Dao's quiet departure, it was nothing at first, but now it seems that there is something.

That is, this young man and woman do not seem to be particularly friendly.

"I have seen it?" Tan Tai Mingyue was slightly startled, and the face that was not very handsome but full of heroism suddenly appeared in her mind.

Impossible! Immediately, the face was buried in his own laughter, and hesitantly asked: "Who?"

"Lieutenant Tang Dao!" Shangguan Yun subconsciously became a little cautious.

Perhaps he was afraid of irritating the talented woman in front of him!

The feeling of riding a donkey to find a donkey should not be too good.

"Really? It's him!" Tan Tai Ming Yue's expression was unexpectedly calm.