The cheerful laughter was still echoing in Lei Zhen's ears, and the smile on Yang Huimin's face suddenly completely froze. Because when her eyes were chasing the Japanese planes still above the Sihang Warehouse, Yang Huimin clearly saw that in the north, west and south of the Sihang Warehouse, Japanese plaster flags were hung everywhere. These flags, which were called "a blood hole made by the bullet of justice", were showing off their power to the Sihang Warehouse.

In this city where the Chinese army has withdrawn, there is no national flag still hanging high. Looking around, there are plaster flags of Japanese soldiers everywhere. In such an environment, the Chinese soldiers guarding the Sihang Warehouse are like a lonely soldier. Facing the enemy swarming like a tide, they waved the sword in their hands again and again in despair until they used all their strength, fell under the enemy's iron hooves with no ammunition and food.

Of course, Xie Jinyuan, the highest commander guarding the Sihang Warehouse, had noticed this point for a long time. He clearly understood that the troops he led were already trapped in a circle of tens of thousands of enemies, and it was impossible to break through, and their life path had been completely cut off.

Xie Jinyuan walked to a wall and used a charcoal to leave his suicide note in the flying dragon and snake, and even more exuded the voice of a Chinese soldier... "We are descendants of the Chinese nation. Benevolent people do not seek survival to harm benevolence, and kill themselves to achieve benevolence. We will exist for one day and fight the Japanese pirates to the end!"

At this point, Xie Jinyuan was silent. He reached out and gently stroked the wall in front of him that was destined to witness history and was splashed with blood from Chinese men, warriors and martyrs. He felt the coldness and security brought by the thick walls. He thought that if he sacrificed his life for the country, his wife Ling Weicheng, with two children, raised the two elders, had to spend the hard years, the deep apology and deep tenderness that he had to spend repeatedly in Xie Jinyuan's heart, and finally turned into a faint sigh: "I'm sorry, Weicheng, I hope you don't blame me! Goodbye forever... My love!"

On the first day of the sniper battle, the water supply pipeline in the Sihang Warehouse was blown up by the Japanese engineers. Without fresh water, facing the large amount of white rice and soybeans in the warehouse, they could not make edible food. The chief of the cooking squad was anxious like an ant on a hot pan. In order to save a few resources, in the continuous high-intensity battles, Xie Jinyuan had to make up his mind and issued the order "Everyone can receive half a pot of water every day and have a meal."

Fortunately, the telephone line buried deep underground at the bottom of the Sihang Warehouse was not discovered by the Japanese engineers. Xie Jinyuan was able to maintain contact with the outside world through this thin telephone line, and even accept interviews from reporters.

Looking at the soldier who was still guarding the warehouse and could no longer suppress his fatigue on his face, Xie Jinyuan knew in his heart that in this case, physical consumption was still the second. Being under the pressure of heavy siege was quickly consuming the fighting spirit and physical strength of every soldier.

Xie Jinyuan, who is proficient in attack and defense and graduated from the fourth phase of Huangpu Military Academy, clearly knows the importance of morale on the battlefield. If this situation cannot be changed and a method cannot be taken to effectively stimulate the fighting spirit of every soldier, the combat effectiveness of the troops will continue to decline. If this continues, the Sihang Warehouse may soon be lost.

Throwing away the charcoal in his hand, Xie Jinyuan stepped to the telephone at the bottom of the Sihang Warehouse. After thinking for a while, he dialed a phone number.

On that night, a German woman who was unwilling to be named but definitely had a considerable status drove a truck through the British military camp in the concession. Under the cover of night, she risked being attacked by the Japanese army and sent two hundred boxes of biscuits, two hundred barrels of fresh water, two hundred flashlights, one hundred blankets, and a batch of expensive Western medicine to the bottom of the Sihang Warehouse and handed them to the hands of Chinese soldiers.

"No need to thank me. These things were raised by a little girl named Yang Huimin for you. I just drove a truck and sent them over at the request of the girl."

This German woman, who is nearly forty, looked at the soldier who may have just turned 20 years old but is already a manly man. She smiled and said, "This is a war between your country. I shouldn't have intervened, but you are all warriors. We Germans, the ones we respect most are real warriors! By the way, that little girl named Yang Huimin, please convey a word to all of you...you are not lonely!"

While gnawing on the biscuits, several people ate an apple and silently recalled the saying "You are not lonely". Every Chinese soldier in the Sihang Warehouse felt a warm feeling slowly surged in his heart. Their biggest regret now is that they did not see the girl Yang Huimin and did not thank her in person.

Yang Huimin did not come because she received an order from the Shanghai Boy Scouts Association. It was when the respectable German woman drove the truck under the Sihang Warehouse, she had used her own practical actions to verify that she was loyal and brave as a Chinese, Yang Huimin came to the Shanghai Commercial Bank Association with Lei Zhen.

A man in casual clothes but with a strong aura of a soldier all over his body stood quietly outside the gate of the business association. With his scrutiny, he looked up and down at Yang Huimin who was walking over quickly, and Lei Zhen, who was following her slowly, seemed to be assessing the two older children in his heart.

Facing Yang Huimin's eyes that were full of excitement and shining in the dark, facing her, perhaps because of excitement, or because she walked too fast and too fast, she felt the unique enthusiasm and vitality of the young girl on Yang Huimin. After a long time, the man said in a deep voice: "I am Zhang Baiting!"

He didn't say much, but he was strong and had an indescribable pride and majesty. Faced with such a man, Yang Huimin's eyes lit up, and she cried out in dismay: "Zhang Baiting? Are you the chief of staff of the 88th Division Zhang Baiting?"

Yang Huimin suddenly pressed his mouth with his hand. If the man in front of him who had long held power, he would be the chief of staff of the 88th Division, who was called the "hateful division" by the Japanese army. When the national army retreated across the board, his appearance here represented an absolute secret and even risked being discovered by Japanese and puppet spies!

Seeing Yang Huimin's reaction, Zhang Boting nodded. This girl has the enthusiasm of being as hot as she is. She looks carefree but has enough alertness. She should give her an 80-tenth!

When Zhang Baiting's eyes fell on Lei Zhen, who was standing quietly behind Yang Huimin, and naturally hid in the darkness, this soldier who was used to the wind and waves and was full of courage, carefully looked at Lei Zhen's arms wrapped in layers of bandages. Looking at Lei Zhen's straight and tough body like a javelin, Zhang Baiting suddenly smiled, "It seems that you have a pretty good companion!"

Very good companion?

Hearing Zhang Boting's comments, Yang Huimin curled his lips slightly. To be honest, Yang Huimin felt good about Lei Zhen, but from a work perspective, she really couldn't see where Lei Zhen was good.

This guy Lei Zhen is just a big lump of elm!

Why did she find this guy as her partner?

Isn’t it because when raising funds, two people need to work together to find ways to get out a little bit of supplies from the rich and wealthy businessmen and nobles?

As a result, this person seemed to be born to not like talking. When raising funds, he had a stern face without any expression, like a door god, and anyone who saw him felt annoyed. So Yang Huimin could only fight alone, and could only pinch his arms there desperately, and squeeze out a few drops of warm and warm things from his undeveloped tear glands.

It was not until she pinched her arm to the point where she turned into a graphite strip, and then she realized that she took out a few leaves from her pocket that God knew where she got, and healed her wounds. Just such a guy who only knew to follow her silently could be called "a pretty good companion"?!
Chapter completed!