The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 160 Our Flag

With a smile that was uglier than crying, Hu Biao took a group photo with all the brothers of the 524th Regiment. After sorting himself out, the others started to get busy again.

For example, although the power supply in the warehouse has been cut off.

But Xufeng still brought some brothers from the National Army to modify some old-fashioned flashlights, and arranged the angles in multiple locations in the warehouse in advance so that they could be turned on and off quickly.

If the Japanese continued to launch sneak attacks at night, these flashlights could be suddenly turned on and could still use the dazzling light to temporarily blind them, making them some of the best targets.

Uncle Bo taught some veteran soldiers with good marksmanship some tips on sniper tactics.

Daozi, a former gangster who had just joined the third squad, opened his eyes wide unconsciously while listening while holding a Type 38 rifle.

Because when he heard Uncle Bo's story, it was as if a new door was opened before his eyes.

Three PLA veterans, Black Star, Chen Tang, and Dead Fish, were imparting some concepts of modern warfare to some officers and non-commissioned officers.

There were many opinions, and even Whampoa students like Lei Xiong were lost in thought for a moment after hearing them.

The two fat guys, Huang A'di and Huang Yizi, used the simplest language to teach some soldiers how to build and reinforce civil engineering works in modern warfare.

With their vivid explanations, the soldiers were able to basically understand what they were saying.

Even Mo Shuiyan brought some soldiers to saw off the stocks and shorten the barrels of some captured Type 38 rifles, turning them into DIY pistols.

After all, this thing has been proven in previous battles to be much more reliable than the captured Japanese box pistols.

Having a pistol like this on you may give you a glimmer of hope in battle.

After seeing this training process, Regiment Commander Xie and Battalion Commander Yang became more and more suspicious about the identities of Hu Biao and others.

Hu Biao and his team actually noticed this situation, but they still insisted on continuing as they did.

Because they knew that the Battle of Shanghai would soon be over, and they didn't know where they would be arranged to appear when they traveled through time next time.

The numerous troops participating in the war will be dispersed again to different regions across the country to continue fighting against the Japanese.

Therefore, they should try to pass on the advanced tactics and concepts they possess to their fellow national army members; hoping that these, like seeds, can spread to more anti-Japanese forces and play a certain role...

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While Hu Biao and his colleagues were busy, their fellow Shanghai compatriots on the other side of the Suzhou River were also busy.

In addition to those on the shore, many people now stretched their necks, watching the movements here intently, acting as voluntary sentinels for the warehouse defenders.

In addition, they planned to beat drums and gongs to warn the Japanese as soon as they discovered they were attacking.

Another massive parade began in the International Settlement.

During this process, tens of thousands of Shanghai residents joined in, raising their arms and chanting slogans such as "China will never perish", "Fight the war to the end", and "Drive the Japanese out of China".

When these slogans came together, the huge volume was earth-shaking.

Even in the Japanese concession far away, the old devil Matsui Ishige could faintly hear it.

For a moment, the old devil became extremely angry. He was not only angry at the waste Okawachi, but also at the fact that his boast of taking over the Sihang Warehouse in three hours was shattered and brought shame to the empire.

The more crucial reason lies in these slogans that are full of determination and indomitable spirit.

He had a vague feeling:
Their initial expectations for this war were wrong; because this nation was far from easy to conquer, and the declaration of destroying them in three months was impossible to achieve.

Once the two sides are caught in a long-term war, the island country will be like a greedy snake trying to swallow an elephant, and may even be stuffed to death.

In short, Matsui Ishigen, who knew more about the situation on the island, felt a sense of foreboding. He knew that the Chinese could not be allowed to continue to ferment this rebellious sentiment; Captain Xie and the defenders of the Sihang Warehouse must be eliminated as soon as possible.

So instinctively he picked up the phone, intending to ask the telecommunications department to issue an order for Okawachi to immediately launch an attack on the Sihang Warehouse.

Even if all the Special Marines of the Demon City are killed, we must take down that damn warehouse.

But after picking up the phone, Matsui Ishi thought of something helplessly:
Although his current identity is the commander of the Demon City Expeditionary Force, he is from the army after all, based on the huge dirty relationship between the Imperial Navy and the Army.

A naval major general like Okawachi would not obey the orders of an army lieutenant general like him.

After the order was issued, Okawachi would probably give the same response as he did this afternoon when he asked me:

The troops suffered heavy casualties and low morale, and needed to rest for a night before launching an attack.

Finally, after a long sigh, the old Japanese Matsui gave up the order to attack immediately.

But he had made up his mind: if that navy idiot in Okawa hadn't taken over the Sihang Warehouse by tomorrow, he would give that guy a good beating, even if he had to take the case to headquarters...

In addition to serving as voluntary sentinels and holding a grand parade, the people of Shanghai also did many other things.

For example: They held a large fundraising campaign for the defenders in the warehouse and the refugees who poured into the concession.

On the brightly lit streets, people were walking around with donation boxes, and temporary donation offices were set up.

Just as their slogan says: Donate enthusiastically, no matter how much, to comfort the soldiers and provide relief to the refugees.

Amid the slogans that kept coming into his ears, the middle-aged man Li Yong hesitated for a long time.

He went downstairs anyway, took off a Swiss watch from his wrist, and threw it into the donation box. He turned and left, ignoring the voice behind him asking him to leave his name.

Even though that Swiss watch was a gift from his deceased grandfather when he was studying abroad, it is very memorable for Li Yong.

But the middle-aged man believed that if the money from selling the watch was used to help the Kuomintang brothers who were actually fighting the Japanese invaders, or to help their fellow refugees who were about to starve to death, it would definitely be more meaningful.

Not far from him, wonton vendor Zheng Agou stuffed a handful of scattered, oily bills into the donation box.

When he stuffed the money into the donation box, he was already prepared for his wife to nag and scold him when he got home.

The wife was definitely right to scold him, as she did everything for her small family; but today, Zheng Agou, a street vendor, understood a truth: without a country, there would be no home.

There was even a foreign girl who was still wearing a thigh-revealing skirt and smelling strongly of perfume in the cold weather in Shanghai.

After walking to a street fundraising stand, he placed a wad of money and some gold jewelry on the table.

Before the big man could speak, several women nearby started shouting in disdain, "Don't take her money. She's a prostitute. She's making dirty money."

"My father is Chinese, so I am Chinese too." The ocean horse said lightly.

As she spoke, there was no anger on her face at being called a "flesh trader and dirty money", but when she said "I am also Chinese", her tone was so solemn.

Perhaps the reason for all this is the sense of identity that the children of this nation have with their unique blood.

Even her profession, skin color, and face looked quite different from those of the people around her at this moment.

At the same time, Yang Huimin, a member of the Magic City Boy Scouts, walked into Secretary Zhang's office in the Magic City Government and said:
"Secretary Zhang, I want to send a flag to the Nationalist troops at the Sihang Warehouse. One of our flags..."

(End of this chapter)