"I know that the national flag represents our dignity and pride, but it is dead after all, and what is more important than human life!" Yang Huimin pushed Xie Jinyuan's arm desperately, and she screamed: "They are all your subordinates. Why are you so cruel? Why do you know that there will be someone among them die, but you still don't allow them to retreat? Why do you order them to stay here? You can order them all to hide in!"

If Xie Jinyuan gave Yang Huimin the impression at the beginning, he was a gentle and gentle Confucian general who was wise, calm and had a good manners, then now he is a fearless brave general who can lead everyone who trusts him on the battlefield to launch the craziest charge against the enemy! Xie Jinyuan raised his hand fiercely, and he reached out to the national flag that was broken by the enemy's machine gun bullets in the waist, shouting sternly: "Brothers, raise the national flag again!"

"Before I took you into the Sihang Warehouse, I told you clearly that we will stay here to defend, and we will fight for the last soldier here. This Sihang Warehouse is the grave of all of us! In this battle, it doesn't matter whether we die heroically or not, it doesn't matter how many enemies we can kill, we have completed the task of covering the retreat of the large army, and it doesn't matter how many days it can last!"

Speaking of this, Xie Jinyuan took a deep breath and said loudly: "Hundreds of years ago, our national hero Wen Tianxiang left an immortal chapter like "No one has ever died in life since ancient times, leaving his loyalty to shine in history." Now at this time of life and death, we must use this national flag to declare to the whole world that as long as we can ignite this unyielding fighting soul in the hearts of everyone, as long as we can let these flames pass on from generation to generation in the hearts of every Chinese, no matter how terrible the powerful enemy is, no matter whether it is fifty years, a hundred years or a thousand years, we China will not die!"

"I wish I could be born in the prosperous era of the Han and Tang dynasties, and I wish I could be able to promote my country's power. But it is not a kind of happiness for us soldiers to die in a battle!

Yang Huimin was really stupid when she heard this. She kept muttering to herself: "Idiot! Idiot! Idiot..."

Yes, they are fools!

The commander Xie Jinyuan is a fool, but he is such a fool, but he has the most terrifying command power, which makes everyone a fool. Amid Xie Jinyuan's crazy shout, the national flag, which was covered in bullet marks and the flagpole was broken in the waist, was actually erected again by them!

Two anti-aircraft machine guns set up on the top of the Sihang Warehouse were roaring in despair. The veteran who operated anti-aircraft machine guns desperately poured the bullets into the air, and hissed and roared: "Fuck you little Japanese, come and hit me! Grandpa, I'm here to keep shooting at you, come and shoot at me, bomb at me!"

Although bullets were flying like a shuttle and the bullet shells jumped out of the anti-aircraft machine gun kept falling, facing three combat teams of six fighters, facing these carrier-based fighters constantly hovering at high speed above their heads, facing a group of Japanese pilots with well-trained and rich flight practical experience, their attacks seemed so pale and powerless when they were attacked by enemies from both sides.

Fighters passed by the top of the Sihang Warehouse again and again, and the 7.7mm machine gun bullets shot from both sides of their fuselage were drawn at the top of the Sihang Warehouse, one high-speed rain of bullets was drawn after another. It was in this case that around the re-erected national flag and the flagpole that was broken in the waist, more than 20 Chinese soldiers actually hugged them firmly into a regiment. One of the soldiers stepped on the shoulders of these brothers and climbed onto everyone.

Seeing him untied a hemostatic bandage from his body, Yang Huimin and the Shanghai citizens standing along the Suzhou River watching the battle realized that the soldier was actually trying to re-elect the flagpole that was broken by a machine gun bullet in the middle!

At this time, tens of thousands of Shanghai citizens had already stood along the Suzhou River, and some newspaper reporters who received the notice gathered towards this side as if they were crazy. There were more and more British soldiers standing on the edge of the concession to watch the battle. But in this case, the entire Suzhou River was quietly. Everyone closed their mouths and quietly watched the most tragic battle with their bodies and fighters!

The fighter pilot can clearly see the layered stairs, and clearly see the Chinese flag that is still standing and still waving in the wind. At this time, these fighter pilots were angry. They really had never seen such a Chinese soldier!

Aren’t Chinese soldiers as timid and cowardly as rabbits? When facing their fighter jets, these guys who lack the necessary air defense weapons and even light machine guns should run away with their heads in their arms? A military composed of sick men in East Asia should be pale and powerless? But what happened to this group of Chinese soldiers? Why do they use their bodies and lives to protect the national flag and let them vent their bullets in a bunch of ways?

Aren’t they afraid? Are they really looking for death so much? Is that national flag really so precious and worthy of their life to protect?!

...

The aircraft carrier captain's room, which was anchored on the Huangpu River, received a call from the commander of the ground army.

"No need to attack, let them go back."

"Why?" No report from the pilot was received, and the captain of the aircraft carrier knew clearly that the national flag of the Sihang Warehouse had not been knocked out and the mission had not been completed.

"It's meaningless to attack with fighter jets." For some reason, the voice of the commander of the army army actually showed a little admiration and a hint of bitterness. Listen..."

The microphone of the phone was raised and pointed to the direction of Suzhou River. As a senior officer, the commander of the army would certainly not go deep into the front line because of a small Sihang warehouse. So he just found a location that could be directly observed with a telescope, and ran more than a thousand meters away from Sihang warehouse. But at such a long distance, bursts of crazy shouts still passed through the microphone of the telephone and passed into the ears of the aircraft carrier captain.

"Long live the Chinese nation!"

"Long live the Chinese nation!"

"Long live the Chinese nation!"

...

Looking at the national flag that still stood tall in the rain of bullets and blood, looking at the Chinese soldiers who fell under the machine gun fire, but got up one after another and tried to reconnect the flagpole with a hemostasis bandage. Those Chinese people who were watching silently, because the Chinese army was tolerating the failure again and again, and gradually became numb, unexpectedly discovered that at some point, a sour thing had filled their eyes, and they didn't know when, or who started to scream wildly.

At the beginning, there were only a few people shouting wildly, but more and more people joined their ranks. In the end, Shanghai citizens standing on the banks of the Suzhou River and in the British Concession all joined the ranks. In the gradually unified rhythm, everyone was shouting hard and shouting loudly. It seemed that everyone would use this method to express their respect for the Chinese warriors in front of them. In this way, they would slowly awaken their own hearts and slowly realize that there was also hot blood flowing in their bodies.

Of course, the captain of a Japanese aircraft carrier must have extraordinary insight and wisdom. The captain listened carefully to the fanatical cheers of the waves, one tide after another, and his eyebrows were beating constantly. At this time, the captain already knew that the Chinese soldiers must have made some amazing moves when facing the Imperial Air Force with an absolute advantage. At the same time, he also understood very clearly why the army commander asked him to stop the attack.

If they insist on attacking, the national flag will of course be knocked down by them in the end, and the Chinese soldiers who protect the national flag will suffer heavy casualties. However, the death of every Chinese soldier will be pushed hard into the blood of the Chinese people, and a shot of stimulant will be pushed forward.

Those Chinese soldiers have already used practical actions to erect a spiritual beacon that will never be knocked down again at the top of the Sihang Warehouse and the hearts of tens of thousands of Shanghai citizens.
Chapter completed!