When he came in the afternoon, Zhou Zhihan brought a blue sky and white sun flag.

Now, the blue sky and white sun flag is hung on the wall, dazzling under the candlelight.

"Everyone! Now our troops in Shanghai are standing alone. We are facing more than 300,000 Japanese troops, more than 300 fighter jets, more than 100 warships and countless tanks and cannons, but we did not retreat, we are still in Shanghai.

The Chinese army is still in Shanghai!

It is my honor to be able to fight side by side with my brothers.

Our more than 300 people regret 300,000 Japanese troops, which will definitely attract the attention of the world. This is your glory and our glory.

The commander ordered us to hold on for a few more days, and how many days we can hold on for a few days. The longer we can hold on, the more we can win the support and sympathy of the international community at the Brussels Conference."

Xie Jinyuan stood in front of the blue sky and white sun flag. His military uniform had several bullet holes, which looked a little worn and covered with smoke, but he was still upright when he was worn.

Seeing Zhou Zhihan and Yang Guai come in, Xie Jinyuan and the officers smiled and nodded, and no one celebrated.

Shanghai will sooner or later fall, and this army is just struggling to persevere.

The second company commander Deng Ying frowned and threw the cigarette butt on the ground: "The order from the top is to let us hold on for two days waiting for the Brussels meeting to be held, even if the task is completed. I think the Japanese are not attacking too quickly. If the flag is not raised, we should be fine for two days."

Captain Tang Di said: "The regiment seat is enough ammunition and food in our warehouse, and it is easy to defend but difficult to attack. If the flag is not raised, the brothers can still hold on for two days and fight against the enemy. If the flag is raised tomorrow, the task of two days will never be completed."

Xie Jinyuan looked at Zhou Zhihan: "Chief Instructor, tell me what you think!"

Zhou Zhihan held a cigarette in his hand: "I can only fly planes to fight in the air. I know Shangqian about marching and fighting and setting up formations, so I obeyed the arrangements of Commander Xie."

Xie Jinyuan nodded.

"Why don't our own flag raise our own flag?" Shandong veteran walked in with a sniper rifle, "Sir! This is our home, our land, our ancestors have been here for generations. Let's raise this flag to show those dogs."

The third company commander Shi Meihao said fiercely: "Yes! Raise the flag and show these bitchers, grandpas are still in Shanghai."

Shangguan Zhibiao held his glasses and said, "I think this flag should be raised. Since we are here, we should let the people who look at us on the other side see this flag!"

The first battalion commander Major Yang Ruifu said with a serious expression: "However, raising this flag is a great insult to the Japanese army. They will launch an attack at all costs and even use heavy artillery. Not to mention two days, we may not be able to defend for a few hours."

"The Japanese hanging outside are still howling. This is the biggest insult to the Japanese army. Let's let the Japanese on the other side see. Facing their 300,000 troops, we Chinese soldiers will not pee them!" After Yang Guai said that, he added another cigarette, lowered his head to wipe the rifle, and buried his face of both righteous and evil in the storm of smoke. It is impossible to see whether he is laughing or mocking.

"Xie thought that raising this flag was more meaningful than holding on for two days, and it could better show our attitude and the spiritual will of all Chinese people to the international community. We want the whole world to see that Chinese soldiers are still in Shanghai, and we have not given up in a single step in the face of 300,000 Japanese troops."

Zhou Zhihan suddenly had goose bumps all over his body. At this moment, he had never been so heroic.

Xie Jinyuan said: "Everyone!"

The officers stood attentively and looked at Xie Jinyuan.

"Raising the flag tomorrow morning! After eight o'clock, we will bear strong pressure from 300,000 Japanese troops. In this battle, we may be wiped out, but we will be famous for keeping history! If you have any last words, please stay and leave them to the chief instructor to take them away."

Zhou Zhihan was stunned!

A military salute. Xie Jinyuan said: "Before the war tomorrow, please leave Shanghai with all the brothers' suicide notes."

Zhou Zhihan: "I won't leave!"

Xie Jinyuan: "The purpose of the chief instructor's trip has been achieved, so that the people on the south bank can see that our Chinese army is still in Shanghai and the Chinese Air Force is still guarding the sky in Shanghai. Our army has a four-hanger warehouse as a barrier to defend, and once your aircraft oil and bullets are used up, you can't even leave.

The battle of the No. 214 ship must not fall into the hands of the Japanese. This fighter jet is always a shame for the Japanese in your hands, so you must leave tomorrow morning!"

Zhou Zhihan didn't say anything, he knew what he should do.

After leaving the temporary command center, the officers went separately to patrol the positions in various places.

Although the Japanese army no longer launched an attack, the warehouse guards did not dare to be careless at all. Many secret sentries were released outside. Most of the soldiers rested in another basement in the warehouse. If the enemy situation occurred, the soldiers could take their place within ten seconds.

Zhou Zhihan followed Xie Jinyuan to the basement where the soldiers rested. The water and electricity in the entire Sihang Warehouse had long been cut off by the Japanese army. Fortunately, there was a well in the warehouse, and there were also many cotton coats and bedding. The soldiers lay the floor, lying or sitting, smoking and drinking, gambling and playing cards, and saying some bad jokes.

Seeing Xie Jinyuan coming in, the soldiers stood up one after another.

Xie Jinyuan signaled everyone to do whatever they should do, and then went to comfort the wounded and check their injuries.

There will be a big battle tomorrow, and no one knows whether they can see the sunset tomorrow night. Tonight, the soldiers will do whatever they want.

It was not until now that Zhou Zhihan realized that it was not only the 1st Battalion of the 524th Regiment of the 88th Division who guarded the Sihang Warehouse. It can be seen from the military uniform that there were many soldiers who originally belonged to other troops, and even some miscellaneous soldiers and some scattered soldiers wearing black clothes. Some spoke Hubei dialect, some spoke Sichuan dialect, and Northeastern people, Anhui, Jiangsu, and Shandong people...

Due to malnutrition, most of the soldiers were thin and pale, with a thin and thin face. The steel helmets on their heads were large, almost covering most of their faces.

Seeing Zhou Zhihan, many young soldiers stood up again, their shy faces full of admiration.

The deeds of the chief instructor of the Chinese Air Force have been spread among the Shanghai soldiers. Just over an hour ago, the soldiers saw the chief instructor flying a fighter plane and sending the brothers who were Lingchi's brothers, and then destroying the Japanese who wanted to attack in the Suzhou River.

Just now, some young soldiers were still talking about it. After the war was over, they went to the Air Force together. The plane looked so majestic.

"Chief Instructor!" asked a medium-sized, shy and honest soldier, "Can you write?"

As soon as he said this, he immediately attracted teasing from his companions, and his face turned red and he lowered his head.

Zhou Zhihan pulled the soldier down, took out a cigarette and shared it with everyone, and asked, "Do you want to write a letter from home?"

The soldier nodded!

Zhou Zhihan took out the paper and pen: "I'll write for you! You said, I'll write!"

"Chief instructor, can you write for me?"

The young soldiers asked one after another.

There are hundreds of people in the warehouse, and only a dozen people can write. Some of them cannot write some characters, so they have to use circles and crosses instead.

"Okay!" Zhou Zhihan waved to everyone and smiled, "Come one by one, I'll write it for you."

First, Zhou Zhihan asked the shy and honest soldier: "What's your name? I'll write it for you!"

"My name is Chen Shusheng, from Lichuan, Hubei! I just forgot the chief instructor. Please add a few more words to me to tell my mother that I am the deputy squad leader now!"

"Chief instructor, Shusheng has finished writing, please write it for me. My name is Li Mancang, from Tongcheng, Hubei. I have a mother in my family, my father..."

"Chief instructor, please write to me first, I'm going to stand guard later. My name is Wang Jindou, from Liuyang, Hunan. Just tell my mother that I'm pretty good."

"I have to go out on duty as well, I have no father or mother, just write me a name, my name is Liu Beiwu."

“…”

After staying for a few seconds, Zhou Zhihan's hand shook and the pen "clicked" to the ground.

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The last paragraph is crying.
Chapter completed!