Of course, Fukichiro has to vomit blood.

The most complete organization of the entire 36th Infantry Regiment is currently the supervising team served as the infantry squadron directly under his corps headquarters.

The warehouse defenders probably also had high hopes for them, but they did not even shoot a bullet from the supervisory team that was close to 300 meters ahead.

And they did not disappoint everyone's expectations, and the Japanese army fell at their guns had at least one infantry squad.

Kimura Shaoxiong was somewhat embarrassed. As the representative brigade commander and division team came to supervise the battle, there was a meaning of tactical guidance.

But with some immature suggestions from him, the 36th Infantry Regiment was in such a way, and it became an infantry brigade in front of him.

Kimura Shaoyu was slightly regretful. If he didn't pretend to be true warriors when he first arrived, he pretended not to hear it and asked Jiro Fukuchi to order a machine gun to rush them, wouldn't it be so miserable?

There is no if in the world. In fact, the depressed Japanese officials and officials knew that even if they really killed more than a dozen Chinese soldiers who remained in hand-to-hand combat, the end of the bloody battle in the afternoon would probably not be much better.

Not to mention that Chinese soldiers are crazy, even those Chinese people are crazy.

When I received a report from Yin Tengzhonger: Chinese people are floating in the river hundreds of corpses, and they cannot be abandoned!

The Japanese assistants in the corps headquarters felt a sense of cold air from the soles of their feet soared into the sky spirit cover. This seemed to be no longer the Chinese they remembered.

However, regardless of whether the Chinese have changed unexpectedly, the 36th Infantry Regiment has been disabled. Looking at the pale and dull face, Kimura Shaoyu knew that the future of his colleague was destined. After this battle, taking off his military uniform and retiring home was his best ending.

"June Jilang, I have witnessed the heroism of the warriors of the 36th Infantry Regiment, but because the enemy's fortress is solid and the losses are heavy, it is better to call the brigade headquarters and transfer the 37th Regiment to continue attacking the Sihang Warehouse. You and the 36th Infantry Regiment will be repaired first!" Kimura Shaoyu pondered for a moment and suggested.

As the chief of staff of the brigade regiment who came to supervise the battle, this is already very worthy of face.

"No, Mr. Kimura, my 36th Infantry Regiment will continue to attack tomorrow morning. If our corps has not yet conquered the Chinese positions before sunset tomorrow, I will lead all the assistants of the 36th Regiment to pick up our command knife and apologize to His Majesty the Emperor." But Hashijiro stared at his blood-red eyes and rejected the suggestion.

Those eyes were like a wounded lone wolf, resolute and fierce, making people feel extremely heartbroken.

You want to die, don't bring everyone together! When Makino Shun heard this harsh words, she almost cried.

According to the analysis of the battle situation in the past few days, unless the Chinese are consumed little by little, don’t say that the day after tomorrow, the Sihang Warehouse may not be able to conquer the Sihang Warehouse the day after tomorrow.

If he could, he even had the ambition to stab this stupid person in secret at night.

"Even so, it depends on the situation of the battle tomorrow." Seeing that Fukuchijiro was so determined, Kimura Shaoyu certainly couldn't say anything else.

Anyway, he came to the market only to supervise the battle. I saw if Hachijiro and others were passive and lazy. Since they were so desperate, his responsibilities had been fulfilled. Even if the guy in front of him had lost his power, there was no need to offend people anymore.

But in the concession, there was a lot of sadness.

The middle-aged man in black presided over and contributed. With the consent of his family, the bodies of the 93 people who died in the river and the 524th Regiment, who were salvaged from the river, were placed in the theater not far from the Sihang Warehouse.

And use this place as a mourning hall to accept condolences from all walks of life.

For this reason, almost all coffin shops in the concession were moved and sent the best wooden coffins in their own shops, almost without mentioning the charge.

Yue Changqing's only son Yue Yiman, perhaps the middle-aged man in black, was concerned about his identity. After giving enough family settlement to the mother and son who cried to death, he personally introduced him to a Ms. Dong Zhujun, who worked alone in Songhu and achieved great success.

Dan Tai Mingyue, who was guarding the soldiers and righteous people, served as a disciple on behalf of his father, the famous calligrapher and painter in Jiangnan. He brought all the school officials and the army lieutenant colonels who went to the mourning hall to commemorate his gun, Browning pistol, to the mother and son.

The guarantee is made by the army, literature and Shang. This five-year-old child who lost his father at a young age is not only free of food and clothing, but also has a bright future.

After discussion, the celebrities in the concession who came to the mourning hall to pay their respects made a decision to jointly fund and establish a charitable fund. The funds raised by the fund will be used for the future lives of the parents and children of all the victims in this incident. If there is any excess, it will be used to provide relief to the living needs of the concession refugees.

Perhaps no one present would have thought that this hastily established foundation would have grown and become one of the largest foundations in the world in the future. The scope of funds raised has grown from refugees to disaster victims, from concessions to the entire China.

His later president, Yue Yiman, was famous all over the world. He has been to countless countries, but has never stepped into Japan in his life.

A Japanese reporter interviewed him and said frankly that he could not let go of his grudges decades ago, and he was narrow-minded and unable to achieve greater careers. However, he smiled faintly: "My mother often reminds the Yue family men to be ordinary people, but not slaves to foreign races. But my father, he left too quickly, and I didn't receive much teaching from him, but before his father died at the gun of the Japanese pirates, I remembered his last sentence: Son, grow up quickly! Do you know, what does this mean?"

The reporter shook his head slightly.

"Because, he hopes that his five-year-old son will grow as tall as a rifle, so that he can lift the gun to kill the enemy. Do you understand?" The old man, who is over 80 years old, suddenly burst into his turbid eyes.

The Japanese journalist was silent and left in a hurry.

The scene more than 70 years ago was clearly in the hearts of a five-year-old child.

Can national hatreds be forgotten so easily? If it was so easy, who would ask the hundreds of thousands of undead underground in Jinling to complain? If it was so easy, China would no longer be China.

China's magnanimity never gives to jackals.

The Chinese who are anxious will also turn into beasts.

Just like now, Tang Dao and more than one hundred soldiers were the most ferocious beasts, and they were all covered in wounds with the bites of an infantry corps that could withstand the attack of an infantry division. In the dark, they almost lost the strength to lick their own wounds.

In order not to escape the remaining Chinese defenders, the Japanese army almost used all their strength, lit bonfires along the shore, and used 10 searchlights protected by metal mesh to illuminate the four sides of the warehouse, including the Suzhou River, as bright as daytime.

There is no need to light the light in the warehouse at all. The light is enough, so everyone will no longer have to touch the dark, and they will be somewhat affected when they sleep.

Until dawn.

At six o'clock in the morning, just as the sky was white, more than 300 Japanese infantry were driven by officers at all levels and crawled towards the warehouse from all places.

It's still the same old man, with all kinds of guns and machine guns. After one round of coverage, it's the infantry's turn, without any new ideas.

But this time, there have been new changes in the reaction in the warehouse.

The Japanese infantry were thirty meters away. Except for a "military flag" above the warehouse that had been replaced by a dark blue strip of cloth, it was still fluttering in the wind, and there was a silence in the warehouse.
Chapter completed!