The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 177 Come here!

When Mo Shuiyan pressed the old-fashioned detonator, a series of loud explosions occurred in the Sihang Warehouse.

Captain Xie and his men had just carried the last batch of seriously wounded soldiers and rushed onto the Garbage Bridge, panting. Of the twenty or so men responsible for fire suppression, Hu Biao and others had only ten left after the exchange of fire with the Japanese.

The moment the explosion sounded, the gunfire stopped immediately.

All the personnel on both sides couldn't help but turn their heads to look in the direction of the warehouse.

They immediately saw a powerful explosion shock wave, carrying a large amount of fire, debris and debris, splashing out of the warehouse windows, like the legendary volcanic eruption.

The powerful sound waves produced by the explosion shattered many of the windows in the buildings facing the street across the Suzhou River.

For a moment, whether it was the evacuees or the nearby residents of the Magic City who were awakened by the gunfire, they all had only one sad thought in their hearts:
Those brothers who were left behind in the warehouse were probably in danger of death.

However, compared with the huge sadness in the hearts of the people in Shanghai who were watching the game, Hu Biao and his friends had no time to be sad, let alone any extra time to waste here.

Because wasting one more second means wasting the efforts of the six people who were left behind.

"Don't delay, everyone continue to retreat, quickly, quickly, quickly."

As Hu Biao spoke, he quickly fired a shot, suppressing a Japanese soldier who was about to open fire on the roof of a building on the left.

Then, he helped up a Kuomintang soldier who was hit in the waist while crossing the bridge and was now struggling on the bridge, and rushed into the concession.

Tears came to his eyes while he was doing it.

I don't know if it was the pain from the wound on my left shoulder, or if it was because I was thinking about the few fellow travelers who had narrowly escaped death in the warehouse...

At 1:06:22, Hu Biao stepped onto the ground of the Shanghai International Settlement, becoming the last person in the retreating force to cross the Garbage Bridge.

There were more than a dozen people lying on the bridge behind him, but all those brothers had died in the battle.

The moment they rushed into the concession, Hu Biao's knees suddenly went weak, and he and the brother who was supporting him both fell to the ground.

Not that they were both shot again during this process.

But even though there were more than 6 of them, the entire time it took them to cross the bridge back and forth was only a little over minutes.

However, during this process, there was the Japanese blocking on both sides of the bridge, the crazy pursuit from the rear, and the psychological pressure of the final blow.

All these combined put an astonishing amount of physical and mental pressure on them.

After finally crossing the bridge, I felt exhausted.

So except for Hu Biao, the other Captain Xie and others, after leading the last batch of seriously injured soldiers across the river, now all lay on the ground and gasped for breath.

It was quite a coincidence that it took no more than ten seconds for Hu Biao and others to kneel down and collapse on the ground.

Their heavy breathing did not have time to completely calm down; not far behind them, they heard several bright lights and the roar of engines.

There were two armored vehicles and a car from the Japanese side, as well as at least a squadron of Japanese soldiers.

They bypassed the pile of Japanese corpses that they had thrown from the roof and left on the ground to the right of the building; now they finally rushed to a position only fifty or sixty meters away from the north end of the garbage bridge.

This means that if Hu Biao and his team had been one minute slower, or even just thirty seconds slower in their retreat, many people would have been stuck on the other side of the bridge and would never have been able to get across.

As for now, the Japs can’t even eat a mouthful of hot shit.

After Hu Biao struggled to stand up from the ground, he faced the direction where the Japanese were chasing him, stood with his hands on his hips, and a look of disdain on his face.

Under the gazes of many people on both sides of the strait, this guy stretched out his right hand and placed his left hand on the bend of his arm.

Finally, he raised the middle finger of his right hand towards the pursuing devils and yelled, "Come here! Come here if you have the guts, devils!"

(Book friends with clever minds have already posted a related emoticon package by this time)
Hu Biao even hoped that the Japanese would act rashly and chase him down without hesitation.

Although in their current poor condition, they are definitely no match for the Japanese, and the only result is that the 524th Regiment will be completely wiped out here, but Hu Biao still hopes that the Japanese will act impulsively and chase them.

Because the Japanese's actions were definitely a slap in the face of the British, French, American and other foreign devils. Perhaps the commander of the foreign devil's fleet in the Huangpu River would impulsively fight with the Japanese fleet.

Then, the Battle of Shanghai, which the Chinese people still feel regretful about when they talk about it a hundred years later, might have had a different outcome.

If that's the case, it would be worth it for more than 200 of them to die here.

Unfortunately, the devils didn't dare! Or perhaps, these devils who were chasing them must have received strict orders not to chase them into the concession and clash with the foreign devils.

Don’t be fooled by those armored vehicles and cars, as well as the two or three hundred Japanese soldiers who looked very aggressive as they rushed over.

In the end, the leading armored vehicle also braked suddenly at the other end of the bridge and did not dare to rush forward; a little later, the Japanese soldiers raised their rifles and did not dare to fire any bullets at this side.

He could only look at his opponent, who was only a river away, with a look of helplessness and fury, and cursed him with the words "Baga" and "Ma Lu".

In response to the Japanese soldiers' shouting and cursing on the north bank, the people on the south bank did not curse back, but responded in a way that would hurt the Japanese soldiers more and break their defenses.

The next second, Uncle Bo also imitated Hu Biao and raised his middle finger towards the Japanese.

The difference is that what he shouted out loudly was a Japanese dialect: "かかってこいてめえ (Come here the fuck)!"

This Japanese language was not something that Uncle Bo, a serious soldier, learned in a last-minute rush after traveling back in time last time, but something he had learned for some time.

The main purpose is to hook up with the girls from the island countries when he and other soldiers go to the island countries to be stationed.

Of course, it doesn’t really matter when Uncle Bo learned this Japanese language; what matters is that after hearing this sentence, the Japanese soldiers on the other side cursed even more fiercely, but still did not dare to rush over.

Seeing this scene, Chen Tang, Captain Xie and other brothers from the 524th Regiment.

There are now thousands of people gathered on the south bank of Suzhou River, including men and women, adults and children, and even some crazy foreigners.

They also followed Hu Biao and Chen Tang's example and raised their middle fingers, shouting in unison: "Ka Ka Te Ko I Te Me ."

Under the huge noise, the Japanese soldiers on the opposite side almost went crazy. Some of them were holding bayonets and were about to rush to the garbage bridge.

But in the blink of an eye, he was forcibly grabbed by the officer and slapped twice.

Suddenly, a huge laugh rang out on the south bank of Suzhou River.

There was an indescribable feeling of joy in these laughs, as if all the depression, resentment and anger in everyone's hearts these days had disappeared.

It was also amidst a chorus of raised middle fingers and hearty laughter.

At the end of October in the 26th year of the Republic of China, the Battle of Sihang Warehouse finally came to an end...

At 1:09, when the gunshots, explosions, "かかってこいてめえ" and laughter on both sides of the Garbage Bridge had completely subsided.

On the top floor of the Sassoon Building, only 1.5 kilometers away from the Garbage Bridge, Victor Sassoon put down his telescope.

From the moment the gunshots rang out, the people who were originally chatting in the room walked out to the balcony.

Standing on this high place where one can almost overlook the entire concession, he silently watched the people in the Sihang Warehouse crossing the bridge and what happened afterwards.

With a reserved smile on his face, Victor Sassoon said to Anne:

“Although there was a small problem during the process, the result was not affected at all.

"Charming Miss Anne, I have a bottle of very nice champagne here. Why don't we have a drink first? After we finish, Captain Xie and his men should have successfully evacuated the concession area, which will just complete our final transaction."

"Why don't we wait a while and have a glass of champagne to celebrate after the transaction is completed?" Anne replied with a smile on her face.

But in his heart he thought: "Who is in the mood to drink with you vampires? I will give you a surprise later."

Then the group returned to the warm room and waited for about twenty minutes for the troops in the Sihang Warehouse to evacuate the concession.

And a flare, signaling the completion of the evacuation, officially rose into the air...

(End of this chapter)