Chapter 38: Orders and Decisions (Part 1)

"Why are you still sitting here and missing home?"

A gentle but with a metal-like strong texture suddenly rang behind Lei Zhen.

Lei Zhen turned around and stared at the man who had walked less than ten meters behind him. At the same time, he quickly woke up in his heart. Maybe he was really tired, maybe because he was immersed in the memories, he felt a moment of loss of consciousness.

But no matter what, he let a stranger come behind him. This is an unforgivable mistake for a person who has lived alone in the mountains for several years, using his own hands to fight against wind, frost, rain and snow, and various beasts!

Suddenly, behind Lei Zhen was a stranger. Facing Lei Zhen with a vigilant face, he slowly spread his hands and showed a kind smile at Lei Zhen.

This man has no strong body, and lacks the keenness and explosive power of a beast. He has no weapons on his hands, but facing such a man, out of animal-like intuition, Lei Zhen knew that he was definitely a very powerful person!

Is it because of the demeanor of his body that is dull but exudes a sense of military aura, or is it because of the leader's aura that he has naturally cultivated for a long time with the power of life and death, or is it because of his eyes that are so sharp that they can almost see through people's hearts?

Lei Zhen really doesn't know.

But facing the strange man's eyes, Lei Zhen actually lost his mind for a moment when he was absolutely not supposed to be.

These eyes are so bright, emitting bright light in the darkness, and have a kind of elegance of opening the sky to see the mortal world.

It was just like this that Lei Zhen couldn't help but think of his childhood, when he was late at night, he sneaked out of his house.

When I lay on the hillside, I felt comfortable pillowing on my wolf woman, looking up at the sky, I saw the brightest and most dazzling star.

"Oh, I understand."

The man said, "You and that wolf are both seriously injured. You can't touch such a cold river again, and you can't cross the river with your own strength. But why don't you go back and find those partners who fight side by side with you?

Tell them about your situation and let everyone think of a solution for you? At least, you can also go back to the Sixing Warehouse with everyone.

Although I don’t know how long Sixing Warehouse can stay, at least there can help you and the wolf treat the wound first and eat something to replenish your strength."

Lei Zhen was really surprised, "Do you know my son is a wolf?"

"son?"

When the man heard Lei Zhen's words, he looked at the wolf lying in Lei Zhen's arms and stared at him with a vigilant look.

He suddenly smiled: "No matter how strong a dog is, no matter how strong it is, how can it have the wild eyes that are as wild as it can even be said to be murderous. How can it have the danger of attacking its prey at any time?"

"I was strange at first. A wolf like this, who had an angry vein with an eye, and had obviously survived the cruelest battle in nature, has the purest and most bent and hard character, and it is easy for us to kill it.

But it is impossible to tame it again. Now I finally understand that from the beginning, you have regarded it as your own relatives and friends and interacted with it with your heart."

Speaking of this, the man paused a little, and he looked up and down at Lei Zhen again, and then continued: "It seems that you must have lived with him in a place far away from people, and have lived for a long time for life.

No wonder I always feel that there is a wolf-like breath in you."

If this strange man could tell at a glance that Lei Zhen's son was a wolf and surprised Lei Zhen, now he was absolutely shocked! On this man, Lei Zhen felt a kind of sharp claws that were absolutely different from a strong body and sharp claws.

But it is more terrifying than the Maxim heavy machine gun.

Lei Zhen finally couldn't help asking, "Who are you?"

"My surname is Xie. My name is Jinyuan and my courtesy name is Zhongmin!"

Xie Jinyuan stretched out his right hand to Lei Zhen. "I am here to thank you for saving my brothers' lives! Thank you for fighting side by side with everyone and protecting our Sihang Warehouse and the only channel outside.

Now I want to invite you to our guests on behalf of everyone in the Sixing Warehouse."

Xie Jinyuan?

When passing through the battlefield where injured Japanese soldiers might have shot dark guns in front of the Sihang Warehouse, the person who appeared in front of Lei Zhen was Xie Jinyuan who led the "Eight Hundred Warriors" to guard the Sihang Warehouse. He was Xie Jinyuan who made Yang Huimin praise him and even if Brother Li Zheng mentioned his name, he would be unable to help but show his pride and respect on his face?!

"I know you won't like to get in touch with too many strangers."

Xie Jinyuan pointed at the soldiers who were traveling back and forth on the battlefield. They were tying the bodies of the local Chinese soldiers who were found, and they had covered the ruins for more than ten hours. They finally opened the tunnel again and transported it back to the Sihang Warehouse, saying: "A hour later, we will hold a funeral to see off the fallen brothers in the Sihang Warehouse.

I think Li Zheng also hopes you can send him off."

Lei Zhen didn't say anything else. He walked to a soldier, silently took Li Zheng's body in his hand, followed Xie Jinyuan, and walked into the underground passage.

When Lei Zhen came out of the tunnel, hundreds of pairs of eyes fell on him.

Here, there was no applause or special welcome. Everyone nodded to Lei Zhen. When he walked past these people with Li Zheng on his back, those people would extend their hands, slapped Lei Zhen's shoulders lightly, and whisper: "Thank you, brother!"

This is definitely the simplest, but most solemn funeral.

In this funeral, there were no fragrant flowers, no rows of garlands, no music, there were just soldiers who walked here in rows, took turns to salute the martyrs, and then returned to their posts.

Nine corpses were neatly placed in a corner on the bottom of the Sihang Warehouse.

There is no need to dig any tombs, because once the Sihang warehouse is lost, they will detonate the explosives that have been prepared long ago and turn the entire Sihang warehouse into their own grave! Everyone's face is covered with a white cloth sheet.

The only place where they can prove their existence is the name written on charcoal on the wall next to them.

In Li Zheng's pocket closest to his heart, there was a photo, his family photo. It was really an old photo. At that time, Li Zheng's face was a little softer and not as hard as he is now.

But he can smile brightly and happily.

A samurai sword was placed beside Li Zheng, which was the victory item that Lei Zhen found from the enemy, and it was also the proof that they had been sticking to the right wing battlefield of Sixing Warehouse until the end.

I believe that even if Li Zheng dies, he can still smile with a smile, right?

At this moment, the telephone set up at the bottom of the Sihang Warehouse suddenly rang, and a soldier ran over quickly and said something in Xie Jinyuan's ear.

Half an hour later, a car with the British flag passed through the British Concession barracks and drove to the bottom of the Sihang Warehouse through the new garbage bridge.

"I am Lieutenant Colonel Smith, the Royal Army of England. I have been watching the battle between Commander Xie and his subordinates at the Sihang Warehouse across the Suzhou River these days.

I must admit that both Commander Xie and your subordinates are the best and worthy of respect for soldiers!”

Xie Jinyuan raised his right hand and faced the British Army Lieutenant Colonel in front of him. He saluted a military salute and listened to the other party's heartfelt emotion, but Xie Jinyuan frowned. His eyes skipped over Smith's shoulder.

It fell directly behind him and shouldn't have appeared, but with Smith, they appeared on the five people in the Sihang Warehouse.

They all wore student uniforms, and at first glance they were a group of college students who had received a good education, had a childlike purity and persistence, and had a passion and patriotic enthusiasm.

Out of politeness, the five students stood quietly behind Smith without saying a word. But the five pairs of eyes started from when they walked into the Sihang Warehouse and saw Xie Jinyuan himself. They kept staring at Xie Jinyuan's face without blinking.

That kind of concentration, that kind of excitement, that kind of respect, and that kind of almost fanatical worship all show that Xie Jinyuan has long become a great hero in the minds of these patriotic students.

Lieutenant Colonel Smith sighed repeatedly: "Captain Xie, you insist on fighting in Sihang Warehouse. The Japanese army has assembled tens of thousands of troops near Sihang Warehouse, but still has not captured your positions.

These students were almost crazy. They ran to the front of the military camp in our concession in groups and asked us to open a new garbage bridge and allow them to enter the Sihang Warehouse to listen to the teachings of Leader Xie. The five of them are the representatives of the students."

Xie Jinyuan nodded to the five patriotic students, but for some reason, the mines stood beside him, but they keenly captured the complex emotions that flashed through Xie Jinyuan's eyes.

"Sorry, Lieutenant Colonel Smith and I have some work and local affairs to discuss. I will first find someone to take you to visit the Sihang Warehouse and learn about our battle fortress. I'll talk to you later?"

Facing Xie Jinyuan's bright voice and listening to his gentle voice, the five students nodded repeatedly.

"Fu Jian!"

As Xie Jinyuan called out a low voice, an officer with a strong back and a strong waist on his face walked over with a strong and unyielding breath. Just look at the ranks in his military uniform, those students who already regarded Xie Jinyuan as their target of worship would know that this man was the most capable subordinate around Xie Jinyuan, Yang Fujian, the battalion commander of the 1st Battalion of the 524th Regiment.

Xie Jinyuan pointed at the five patriotic students and said in a deep voice: "You should take Lei Zhen and these five little brothers first to visit our Sihang Warehouse."

Yang Fujian was obviously a person who was not good at speaking. He nodded vigorously and then made a "please" gesture to Lei Zhen and the five patriotic students.

The five students followed Yang Fujian. They reached out and stroked the heavy machine guns, mortars and other weapons, and sighed.

Although I had experienced several days of fierce battles, the Sihang Warehouse was still quite neat, which made the five students show their sincere respect.

But what Lei Zhen saw was definitely not these.

At the bottom of the Sihang Warehouse, all the cables were cut off by people, which shows that Xie Jinyuan had already prepared to prevent the enemy from setting fire to destroy the Sihang Warehouse.

Sihang Warehouse is a warehouse for four banks to store valuable materials. It has only one door, but Xie Jinyuan ordered that thousands of sacks filled with rice and soybeans be blocked from the gate of Sihang Warehouse.

In this way, even if the Japanese soldiers successfully rushed to the bottom of the Sihang Warehouse, facing such a war fortress made of reinforced concrete and even the gate was completely blocked, unless they prepared enough explosives in advance or set up a ladder, they could only look at the solid walls and return in vain.

The most terrifying thing is that at the bottom of the Sihang Warehouse, the Chinese soldiers had already dug a batch of observation holes on the hard walls that could be directly installed on them and suppressed fire.

A machine gun platoon is here. When facing the Japanese army launching a strong attack, these machine gunners can use many observation holes to continuously change the shooting points to reduce casualties and losses.

Next to each shooting hole, a hole more than one foot wide and more than four feet deep was dug. Lei Zhen, who had participated in the real bloody battle on the right wing battlefield of the Sihang Warehouse, was dug for a brief thought.

A hint of surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he had already thought of the functions of these holes.

If the enemy really rushed to the bottom of the Sihang warehouse and could not open a path, they would likely stuff the grenade into the Sihang warehouse through the lookout hole. At this time.

A shooter who is operating a light machine gun to suppress the enemy fire, throw away the weapon in his hand, pick up the grenade before it explodes, and then throw the grenade through the lookout hole. This will not only be dangerous but also reduce the fire suppression.

But with these holes, those machine gunners can shoot while raising their feet to kick the grenade into these holes.

These holes are more than four feet deep, but only one foot wide. Even if a person stands next to him and the grenade explodes, it will not cause any substantial damage to the shooter.

On the second floor of the Sihang Warehouse, Chinese soldiers built sacks filled with rice and soybeans in the window, forming a single wall of chest that could withstand the Type 38 rifle bullets and heavy machine gun bullets that could penetrate the ground.

Soldiers hide behind such chest walls and shoot from a high place, almost exposing themselves. Facing such trenches, even one-third of the soldiers are Japanese soldiers of A-level shooters.

Unless you can find a higher firepower point, you can only shake your head and smile bitterly.

On the third floor of the Sihang Warehouse, there were no sacks in front of the window, but about two meters behind the window, sacks were used to build trenches that were more than three feet high.

Several 82mm caliber mortars were erected in these trenches surrounded by sacks. The shells that destroyed the Type 97 tanks that rushed on the right wing battlefield of the Sihang Warehouse were fired from one of the mortars.

The placement angles of these mortars are quite tricky. No matter how Japanese soldiers shoot, unless the bullets first hit the roof and then bounce back, it is impossible to shoot the shooter who manipulates the mortar.

Even if the enemy can hit the third floor of the Sihang Warehouse, it is difficult to directly fall into the trench made of sacks based on the parabolic angle.

The fried shrapnel is even less likely to penetrate two sacks filled with rice and soybeans to form a ground wall protection.
To be continued...