Huge shock.

This caused the whole audience to remain silent for more than ten seconds.

Until the helmet that was spinning in the mud with the power of the downs was completely quiet.

"Haha!" The middle-aged man in the suit suddenly laughed out loud.

"Haha, I finally killed his turtle grandson!" The rickshaw driver also laughed loudly.

All Chinese are laughing, laughing wildly.

Of course they have to laugh.

The Japanese were still dominating the world last moment, but at this moment they collectively went to hell.

The Chinese are just the opposite.

Heaven and Hell are indeed in one thought.

However, there were still many Chinese people who did not laugh, but they cried amid the people's terrifying laughter.

Including the middle-aged man in the suit, he smiled, but two lines of tears quietly hung on his face.

Until the end, he squatted on the ground and cried loudly, like a child with a toy snatched.

This made the rickshaw driver who had a layer of folds on his face smiled and felt a little at a loss. He carefully went to pull this fellow villager who had a social status far above him but was still kind: "Sir, what's wrong? Are you crying? Didn't the Japanese devils all killed by bombing!"

When the middle-aged man in the suit heard this, he even made a heartbreaking voice. After a while, he wiped his tears and said, "The explosives are detonated by people."

"What?" The rickshaw driver obviously still didn't understand what the fellow villager meant.

It was not until a few seconds later that the smile on his face gradually became stiff, and he finally figured it out.

"You mean, they were still in the building, hiding in the wall, waiting for all the Japanese to enter the building, and then they detonated the explosives?" The rickshaw driver also cried a little while inquiring.

"Yes!" The middle-aged man in the suit slowly stood up, looked deeply at the Sihang Warehouse that had collapsed into a ruin, and murmured to himself.

"Old Zhou, do you know? Before yesterday, I didn't believe that those soldiers and gangsters would fight with the Japanese for their lives. Even if the coffins were there, I still felt that there was something to show off in it, but now I believe that they are hard enough and worthy of those who lie in the coffins to stay with their lives. They are really worth it."

"Mr. Zhang, I don't know if what you said is worth it or not, and I don't know how to reply to you." The rickshaw driver shook his head dumbly. "But, shouldn't they retreat? Why do you still say that they are in the building?"

"Hey! Japanese people are not fools. Didn't you see that they searched for a long time before entering the building?" The middle-aged man in the suit sighed. "The fire cannot burn for no reason, and the explosives cannot explode so smoothly. I think, someone must be hiding in a dark room in the building that Japanese people cannot search, so that they can just catch all the Japanese invaders in one place."

"Is it the dead soldier in the play?" The rickshaw driver Mu Ran.

"Yes, the dead man!"

The rickshaw driver's mouth cracked open, tears flowed through his rough cheeks, and he was stunned for a long time. He knelt down at the Sihang Warehouse and shouted loudly: "Brother, go forward, let's go home!"

To shout soul is the custom of his hometown.

However, the only one who can make a middle-aged man in his thirties kneel down is his closest relatives.

The middle-aged man in the suit also knelt down and kowtowed three times to the Sihang Warehouse, which was already ruined.

The Sihang Warehouse is like a giant steel tomb, the tomb of the national sect, and the hundreds of Japanese invaders buried there are nothing but burials.

Many people realized that no matter whether it was a high-ranking official or a peddler, they fell to their knees, while women were deeply blessed.

The major general of the army and the lieutenant colonel in the distance all raised their right arms and saluted.

That was them, who gave the highest etiquette of soldiers to their fellow comrades, and also a farewell ceremony.

The reason why explosives must be detonated is something that ordinary people can understand, but how can soldiers not understand? At least several people stayed in the warehouse to implement this deadly plan.

But, where are the remaining people? Where have they gone? They don’t know.

They were on the concession all night and knew that the Four Army had not retreated, at least, did not retreat to the concession.

However, compared to the tears of the Army Major General, the Army Lieutenant Colonel was actually restrained.

It’s not because he knew that there were tunnels dug in the warehouse. The two special tunnels that restrained the Japanese tunnels to diversion water were only 30 meters long at most, and there were no ventilation facilities and no exits to dig upwards.

Now, Sihang Warehouse has completely collapsed, covering all the surrounding grounds with more than 20 meters. Staying in the tunnel is undoubtedly a desperate situation.

But he knew that the warehouse army was not dead because Tang Dao was there.

Although he believed it blindly, he also had reasons to convince himself.

Tang Dao's various skills and tactics are powerful, looking at the entire Songhu battlefield. Although he is not the second choice, Tang Dao's most powerful is his mind. His clear grasp of the direction of the entire battlefield makes the Army Lieutenant Colonel, a top student who graduated from Huangpu, can only get behind him. That is also the thing he values ​​Tang Dao the most.

How could such a person dig his own grave with hundreds of people?

However, he would not say these words to the Army Major General who was still immersed in grief.

Because, only when all of them are "dead", can he help them fight for treatment through the division headquarters, which is the treatment of soldiers.

They violated the order, but they did not violate the order because of their demands, but wanted to die for the country.

If they were all alive, even if they made great contributions, those great men would make excuses for "not to set a precedent, otherwise the army across the country could follow suit." But now that they are all dead, it is naturally impossible to use this as a matter again.

It’s okay to follow the example, just kill one, and you will take a Japanese colonel and hundreds of Japanese troops to die.

Sure enough, the major general of the Army, who was in a state of excitement, immediately called the 88th Division headquarters, and strongly demanded to restore his military status to Tang Dao, Lei Xiong, who had not arrived in the concession yesterday and give him normal combat death treatment. Otherwise, he, the chief of staff, would not do it and would stay in the Concession Garage Command as the translator.

Don’t say it, because of the battle of Sihang Warehouse, Brigadier General Smalette couldn’t appreciate the Major General and the Army Lieutenant Colonel. If he took off his military uniforms there, the concession would definitely have to work for a senior officer, especially the critical juncture where the Japanese army held hundreds of thousands of soldiers in Songhu.

A hundred men killed nearly a thousand Japanese troops. In the end, they also brought a Japanese colonel and hundreds of Japanese invaders to the underworld. This was a contribution to the sky. Looking at the entire Battle of Songhu, how many troops could have such a brilliant battle?

With the words of the Army Major General, let alone the 88th Division's headquarters would not be careless, even the Songhu War Zone Command did not dare to neglect it, and the telegram flew directly to the Jinling Military and Political Department.

As for the result, I can only wait.

Unlike the Chinese who stand quietly on the river bank, the joys and sorrows left to the still alive Japanese is full of sadness.

In addition to leaving a small number of guard troops, hundreds of Japanese troops left their swords and guns, carrying single-soldiers shovels, rushed to the concrete ruins up to ten meters high, trying to dig up the ruins to save people.

Not only were there clear and audible groans of pain in the ruins, not only were the 80% of the officials and servants of their entire 36 Infantry Regiment, but the most important thing was that the corps flags given by His Majesty the Emperor were buried inside.

According to the unwritten regulations of the Japanese Army, if the wing flag is seized, the wing organization can be removed from the army sequence.

It is precisely because of this rule that even if the Japanese army is surrounded by an infantry corps and is about to be wiped out, the so-called "burning" procedure will be implemented.

It was just burning the military flag and burying the gold-made flag crown at random, so that it would not be considered seized.

In time and space, in thousands of battles in the entire Patriotic War, the Chinese army also defeated many Japanese infantry gangs, but did not seize the Japanese infantry gangs. The two Japanese infantry gangs burned all the flags before the entire army was wiped out, and the gold-made flag crown was buried in the wilderness, which was already the most brilliant record of the Chinese army.

But now, although the corps flag was not actually seized by the Chinese, it was buried in the ruins made by the Chinese. It would be strange if the Japanese infantry were not in a hurry.

Unfortunately, once a large reinforced concrete building like Sihang Warehouse collapses, let alone the use of engineer shovels, even in the next 70 years, humans who have various large excavators and cranes can only sigh at the ruins in the face of such a level of collapse.

Colonel Kimura Shaoxiong, who had not yet walked away, was much more clear about this than ordinary Japanese soldiers.

Looking at the ruins with a dull face, after a long time, he sighed: "In the Imperial Army sequence, there will be no more 36 infantry corps."

The fate of the Japanese army was already destined to be. Even if they were not dead now, they would take their last breath in darkness and loneliness.
Chapter completed!