The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 162 The Third Day

On October 10, 29, the third day of the Sihang Defense Battle, at 6:21 in the morning.

A ray of golden morning sun shines on the horizon at this point in time, representing that today is another sunny day and a good time for people to die in battle.

At this moment, a loud voice rang out from the rooftop of the Sihang Warehouse:

"Reporting to Commander Xie, the 88th Regiment of the 524th Division of the National Army has assembled. 331 men were supposed to be present, but only 297 men were actually present. Another 34 were absent due to alert."

"Return to the team and start the flag-raising ceremony." Captain Xie replied.

As the sun just rose, Captain Xie led the defenders of the Sihang Warehouse to start a flag-raising ceremony.

At such a critical moment, in addition to the guards who had to stay at their posts, a group of seriously injured soldiers from the 524th Regiment were carried over to participate.

The expressions on their faces were indescribably solemn.

Under the order, Hu Biao's squad 14, including the new member Daozi, a total of people began to raise the flag.

To be more precise, it is actually a long stick with a flag tied to it, erected high on the roof, and the bottom end is fixed to a large wooden frame.

After raising the flags, they lined up in an orderly manner, with their chests puffed out, stomachs in, and straight, and saluted solemnly.

Even Mo Shuiyan, who had a limp on one leg, felt the same way. This was a flag of the national government, far from the red flag that he respected more.

But this flag, at least for this period of time, represents this country.

Coincidentally, the itinerant vendor Zheng Agou rubbed his eyes, which were extremely sleepy because he was scolded by his wife for half the night, and came to the opposite street with his load on his shoulder.

Suddenly, as if feeling something calling him, he looked up at the building opposite.

The first thing I saw was the fluttering flag.

A moment later, his whole body seemed to be electrified, filling this illiterate man's entire body and making him indescribably moved.

At the same time, his whole body was filled with strength, and he shouted at the top of his voice:

"The flag is raised, the flag is raised, it's our own flag."

Amidst such shouts, the entire demon world woke up at this moment. After countless people looked at the fluttering flag, they inexplicably felt a surge of strength in their hearts.

However, Hu Biao and others were not in the mood to pay attention to this.

Because they had more important things to do: guard against the arrival of Japanese planes and prevent them from breaking the flagpole by strafing.

We even have to go a step further and destroy it at the lowest possible cost, so that the Japanese will stop sending planes to attack continuously.

So after the salute, they became more alert and immediately looked up at the sky around them to be on guard.

Not long after, they saw a black dot in the distance flying towards them.

The last time I traveled through time, there were basically no Kuomintang planes in the sky, let alone today, so it must be the Japanese planes that have arrived.

After taking a deep breath, Hu Biao knew that the critical moment had arrived.

After opening his mouth, he shouted an order: "Fire."

That's right! Hu Biao and his men's current method and technique for dealing with the Japanese air raids was still to set up multiple fires on the roof; they ignited the wet firewood and some waste tires inside, forming a cloud of smoke in the sky.

Trying to use this method to block the Japanese pilots' vision.

Fortunately, the method is not afraid of getting old and can be used repeatedly. The key is to have good results.

More importantly, Hu Biao and his men had anticipated that the Japanese would launch an air raid, so they made some other preparations.

For example, some shelves were made using a lot of wood, bamboo and other materials.

All the Type 24 heavy machine guns in the warehouse, and even the Type heavy machine guns captured from the Japanese, now had the ability to quickly move the muzzle and fire into the air.

So, when the pilot of a Japanese Type 96 carrier-based aircraft in the air controlled the aircraft to circle twice in the air, he found that he could not see the position of the flag below, nor some other situations on the roof.

Thinking of the strict order I received before departure, I had no choice but to take the risk.

As a result, he began to dive the plane and plunged into the smoke below. He was horrified to find that on the building below, there was not only a fluttering flag, but also a 20mm anti-aircraft gun and five or six anti-aircraft machine guns.

There were also an even greater number of light machine guns and one or two hundred rifles, all with their muzzles pointed in their direction.

Instinctively, the Japanese pilot pulled the joystick hard, trying to lift the nose of the plane, increase the altitude, and escape from the many gun muzzles on the roof that were causing him trouble.

But at this point, it seemed like everything was too late.

The moment he saw the plane, Hu Biao opened fire, and then everyone on the roof subconsciously pulled the trigger, and dense bullets flew towards the Japanese plane.

A moment later, the Japanese pilot could feel the plane he was flying was clanging all over; even the glass of the cockpit was cracked.

Bullets were flying around him, making him feel an immense threat of death.

Fortunately, thanks to God, he was not hit by any bullet.

Unfortunately, the god's blessing today was not enough. After he hurriedly escaped from the range of ground fire, he was horrified to find that the plane's engine was burning.

With the burning at such an intense level, the plane was about to lose control.

Considering that most of the surrounding areas were basically controlled by his own people, he decisively parachuted out.

The moment he opened his parachute, the Japanese pilot breathed a sigh of relief; because the area below him happened to be the area controlled by his own side.

And many imperial soldiers were rushing over here to provide support.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, a strong wind blew up without any warning and blew him towards the south bank of Suzhou River.

There were a lot of Chinese people there, looking at me and saying something unknown.

But even from a distance, he seemed to be able to feel the hatred in their eyes; it made him understand that if he really fell into those people's hands, he would definitely not have a good ending.

A few minutes later, the Japanese pilot landed on the road in the concession.

He didn't even have time to free himself from the dense entanglement of the parachute ropes, nor did he have time to take out the self-defense pistol at his waist.

Countless Chinese people have rushed over, and the eyes of both men and women are indeed full of hatred, a hatred that makes his soul tremble.

The Japanese pilot only had time to shout "I surrender" before he was drowned.

By the time the Municipal Council police arrived late and dispersed the crowd, only a pile of rotten flesh was left on the ground; even if the Japanese god came, he would not be able to save him.

The people who took action had already dispersed into the crowd.

The foreign devil who led the team wanted to catch the murderer but couldn't find him for a while, so he could only ask his men to find a sack and put the devil pilot, who looked like a pile of mud, into it.

I plan to find a time to throw it to the devils and be done with it...

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Although the Japanese pilot was not killed on the spot, the result of damaging the plane's engine, forcing him to parachute, and then being beaten to death by the people of Shanghai also made Hu Biao and his men quite satisfied.

But at this moment, they couldn't feel relaxed at all.

Because they knew that after a calm afternoon yesterday, the Japanese ground forces had recovered their morale and would launch a more fierce attack today.

So the flag-raising ceremony in the morning and the Japanese air raids were just appetizers.

Before the Japanese pilot had even landed, Hu Biao, who had already foreseen the fate of this unfortunate fellow, started shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Everyone, prepare to fight. The Japanese attack is about to begin. Let's fight them to the death."

As he spoke, he had already rushed to a Type 92 heavy machine gun. After working with several people to take it down from the shelf, he carried it towards the stairs.

As Hu Biao expected, it would be at most five minutes later.

In their field of vision, there appeared the figures of five or six hundred Japanese devils. They did not see any steel plates in their hands, but they had many simple ladders.

Finally, with the roar of heavy machine guns, the long and fierce battle of the third day of the defense battle began...

(End of this chapter)