Wu Zhonghua ran forward, and the firecrackers in his hand were lit immediately after they were dipped in fire, and crackled and burst out, sparks splashed everywhere, and black smoke lit up.

The firecracker was very long, half wrapped around Wu Zhonghua's arm, and the other half was held by him and ran and danced. Suddenly, there were firecrackers around him, ignition lights, whip flowers, and paper scraps flying, which made the Japanese snipers unable to concentrate.

"Ba! Baa!"

The Japanese army shot three times in a row.

Firecrackers exploded and paper scraps were flying everywhere, which seriously interfered with the attention of the Japanese army and was unable to accurately attack.

The Chinese people on both sides of the north and the south applauded in unison, saying that they had never thought of this method.

"The Turtle Son, the Japanese, Laozi, is your Sichuan grandfather Fan Xiaosi!"

Fan Xiaosi, a Sichuan native, was thin and lean, and was carrying firecrackers like Wu Zhonghua in his hand. When the firecrackers suddenly exploded, the paper scraps were flying around and surrounded Fan Xiaosi and ran forward.

The two are more than twenty meters apart.

Fan Xiaosi ran very fast, gradually narrowing the distance between him and Wu Zhonghua. The two of them ran north along the Tibet Road Bridge, and in a moment they ran to the center of the bridge.

"Bang..."

The Japanese Army's Type 97 sniper rifle fired continuously and failed to break the bridge deck.

Wu Zhonghua and Fan Xiaosi ran straight and curved for a while, and the interference of the firecracker explosion in their hands made the Japanese snipers very uncomfortable.

"Play..."

The sound of Japanese sniper rifles suddenly increased.

Shandong veteran squad leader Zhu held a loudspeaker and shouted to remind the two of them: "The Japanese are shameless and agreed to have two sniper rifles, but now they have become four. The two brothers are running, paying attention to changing lines and changing directions constantly, and the Japanese will understand your next landing point."

The people scolded the Japanese for not being human.

Senior foreign observers on the south bank of Suzhou River also accused the Japanese of going back on their word.

Suddenly, Wu Zhonghua, who was running in front, staggered to the ground, throwing the phone box in his hand forward, and at the same time, the firecrackers left in his other hand were thrown high forward. He spitted blood and spitted it far away, lay on the ground and struggled a few times, then didn't move.

The fireworks in Fan Xiaosi's hand were also thrown forward, mixed with the fireworks thrown by Wu Zhonghua. The fireworks were flying everywhere. Fan Xiaosi reached out to pick up the phone box and ran forward among the firecrackers that were blown everywhere.

"I'm a Shandong man running!"

Just as Wu Zhonghua was hit by a sniper rifle and vomited blood and fell down, amid the screams of people, a man with big hands and big legs appeared at the bridge, and he also danced with firecrackers and ran forward behind Fan Xiaosi. The paper confetti of the explosion of firecrackers flew beside him, making Japanese snipers feel inexplicably irritable. They couldn't understand why the Chinese suddenly thought of this move. The explosion of firecrackers seriously interfered with their sight and it was difficult to shoot quickly.

The horse ran very fast, really like a horse running with all its might. After a moment, it chased behind Fan Xiaosi. Just as the firecracker in his hand was about to explode, another long firecracker appeared in Fan Xiaosi's hand like magic, and it started dancing.

The Chinese on both sides of the Taiwan Strait cheered in unison and cheered for the two.

The Japanese sniper rifle bullets were received and almost hit two people several times, hitting the opposite bridge railings and splashing Mars everywhere.

Suddenly, Fan Xiaosi staggered while running and fell to the ground, his face covered in blood.

"ah……"

The Chinese on both sides of the Taiwan Strait exclaimed in unison.

Fan Xiaosi was also hit by the Japanese sniper rifle.

Fan Xiaosi, who had a bloody face, threw out the phone box in his hand forward before falling to the ground, and also threw out the fireworks in his hand.

Fan Xiaosi fell to the ground, and his clothes on his chest were stained with blood. He fell to the ground and twitched, and blood kept flowing out of his mouth.

The Chinese on both sides of the Taiwan Strait were sad and angry. The Japanese went back on their word and agreed to only use two sniper rifles. Now there are four more, but the Chinese army can only passively accept it.

This is too bullying.

Observers from Western countries also began to be angry, which was too bullying. At the same time, observers were also moved by the tenacity of the Chinese.

Now only Shandong Han horses are left on the bridge deck, running forward desperately along the explosion trajectory of Fan Xiaosi throwing out the firecrackers, which is simply faster than a galloping horse.

Horses are galloping, and people are as famous as they are, and they run so fast.

The Japanese army failed to hit the horse in a row. One of the reasons was that the firecracker explosions interfered with the attention of the Japanese sniper army, and more importantly because he ran too fast.

After several shots failed, the four Japanese snipers quickly calmed down. Now there was only one Chinese left on the bridge, and the firecrackers on his running route were about to be blown up.

Four Japanese snipers completed the advance shooting of the sniper rifle at the same time, waiting for the horse to run and crash into it.

Suddenly, a strange scene happened.

"Wow, ah..."

Wu Zhonghua, who ran to the center of the bridge, suddenly became resurrected. He stood up with a strange cry, covered in blood, ran forward, and dragged a long firecracker in his hand.

This sudden change left everyone stunned, and four Japanese snipers were also affected. The Chinese man had just spitted blood and fell to the ground, but why did he suddenly run away?

Then a more strange scene appeared. The thin, thin, vomited blood from his mouth, fell to the ground and twitched, and then climbed up and ran to the opposite side of the bridge. When he got up, he was dragging a long firecracker in his hand.

"Baga...what's going on, the Chinese are cunning..."

The four Japanese snipers were irritated for a few seconds and quickly went back to the mirror to look for the horse Ben carrying the phone box. They felt a flash of eyes. The horse Ben disappeared in front of their eyes. Just as they were looking for it in a hurry, Wu Zhonghua and Fan Xiaosi also rushed across the bridge and disappeared into the Japanese sniper lens. The Japanese were so angry that the Japanese scolded the Chinese people for doing cunning work.

"Oh! Success..."

The people on the other side cheered!

Wu Zhonghua and Fan Xiaosi fell one after another in order to divert the attention of the Japanese snipers. They suddenly resurrected at critical moments, and once again successfully attracted the attention of the Japanese snipers, allowing Ma Ben to successfully deliver the phone box to the defenders of the Sihang Warehouse on the other side.

In Sihang Warehouse, Xie Jinyuan received a call from Shanghai tycoon Boss Du.

Boss Du first conveyed the principal's condolences and commendations to all the soldiers guarding the Sihang Warehouse to Xie Jinyuan and all the officers and soldiers, and encouraged them to stick to the Sihang Warehouse and guard one day more, so as to gain more bargaining chips for the victory of the Brussels Conference.

After conveying the principal's greetings and encouragement, Boss Du told Xie Jinyuan that due to concerns that the war between China and Japan will affect my interests in China and Shanghai, Admiral Henry Irving, led a fleet led by the cruiser Augusta, drove into the Huangpu River last night to deter the Japanese. For the sake of interests in China, the country Y also sent Lieutenant General Charles to command a naval and army army, and also landed in Shanghai yesterday afternoon, and then transferred a reinforced battalion of the Welsh Flintlock Regiment from Hong Kong to warn the Japanese not to act rashly.

Since there is a large natural gas warehouse not far from Sihang Warehouse, once this warehouse explodes, the YM Concession will be razed to the ground. So last night, the commanders of the two my fleets called the Japanese commander-in-chief General Matsui Ishione, hoping to resolve the battle between China and Japan in Sihang Warehouse in a peaceful way.

Finally, Boss Du told Xie Jinyuan that Nan'an had prepared a lot of supplies for the soldiers of Sihang Warehouse and were trying to find a way to transport them.

Perhaps it was under pressure from outside public opinion that before dark, the Japanese army did keep their promise and did not launch an attack on the Sihang Warehouse.

After dinner, Shangguan Zhibiao reported the number of Chinese defenders in the entire Sihang Warehouse to Xie Jinyuan, and removed the ten people who died in battle and were seriously injured and sent for medical treatment. The remaining less than 400 people were left, nearly half of whom were injured in the previous battle. If you want to equip 200 uninjured soldiers to participate in tomorrow's hand-to-hand combat, you must draw some people from the miscellaneous army to join.
Chapter completed!