The cheerful laughter was still echoing in Lei Zhen's ears, and the smile on Yang Huimin's face suddenly froze completely. Because when her eyes were chasing the planes that were still over the Sixing Warehouse, Yang Huimin clearly saw that in the north, west, and south of the Sixing Warehouse, there were plaster flags hanging everywhere, and these flags, which were called by the citizens of Shanghai as "a bloody hole by the bullet of justice", were showing off their might there.

In this city where the squadron has withdrawn, there is no longer a national flag that is still hanging high, and there are plaster flags of the soldiers everywhere, in such an environment, the Chinese [***] people guarding the Sixing warehouse are like a lonely warrior, facing the tide of enemies, desperately waving the sword in their hands again and again, until they have exhausted all their strength, and they have exhausted their ammunition and food and fallen under the enemy's iron hooves.

Of course, Xie Jinyuan, the supreme commander guarding the Sixing warehouse, had long been aware of this, and he clearly understood that the army he led had been encircled by tens of thousands of enemies, and it was impossible to break through, and their way of life had been completely cut off.

Xie Jinyuan walked to a wall, used a piece of charcoal, and left his suicide note in the flying dragon and snake, and even swayed the voice of a Chinese [***] person...... "We are the descendants of the Chinese nation. We will exist for a day, and we will fight to the end with the Japanese Bandits!"

Writing this, Xie Jinyuan was silent, he stretched out his hand and gently stroked the wall in front of him that was destined to witness history and was destined to be splashed with the blood of Chinese men, warriors, and martyrs, feeling the coldness and safety brought by the heavy wall, thinking that if he sacrificed his life for the country, his wife Ling Weicheng took two children and supported the second elder, the hard years to be spent, the strong apology and bitter tenderness, echoed repeatedly in Xie Jinyuan's heart, and finally turned into a faint sigh: "I'm sorry, Weicheng, I hope you don't blame me!" Farewell...... I love! ”

On the first day of the sniper battle, the water supply pipe in the Sixing warehouse was blown up by the sappers sent by the army, and there was no fresh water, and in the face of the large amount of white rice and soybeans in the warehouse, but it could not be made into edible food, the secretary of the cooking squad was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. In order to save a small amount of resources, in the case of continuous high-intensity operations, Xie Jinyuan had to be ruthless and issued an order that "each person can receive half a pot of water and eat one meal every day".

Fortunately, the telephone line buried deep in the ground floor of the Sixing warehouse was not discovered by the engineers of the army, and Xie Jinyuan was still able to keep in touch with the outside world through this thin telephone line, and even accept interviews with reporters.

Looking at the soldiers who were still stationed in the warehouse, their faces could no longer restrain themselves from showing fatigue, Xie Jinyuan understood in his heart that in this case, the consumption of physical strength was still secondary, and the pressure of being surrounded was rapidly consuming the fighting spirit and physical strength of every soldier.

Xie Jinyuan, who is proficient in attack and defense at the same time, and graduated from the fourth phase of the Huangpu Military Academy, clearly knows the importance of morale on the battlefield, if this situation cannot be changed, and a method cannot be come up with to effectively stimulate the fighting spirit of every soldier, the combat effectiveness of the troops will continue to decline, and if this continues, the Sixing warehouse may soon be lost.

Throwing away the charcoal in his hand, Xie Jinyuan strode to the telephone on the ground floor of the Sixing warehouse, and after a little thought, he dialed a phone number.

On this night, a German woman, who did not want to be named, but definitely had a considerable status, personally drove a truck through the British [***] camp in the concession, and under the cover of night, risked being attacked by the Japanese army, delivered two hundred boxes of biscuits, two hundred barrels of fresh water, two hundred flashlights, one hundred blankets, and a batch of expensive Western medicine to the bottom of the Sihang warehouse, and handed them over to the hands of the Chinese [***] people.

"Don't thank me, these things were raised for you by a little girl named Yang Huimin, I just drove a truck at the request of that little girl and sent them over."

This German woman, who was nearly forty years old, looked at the soldier standing in front of her, who might have just turned twenty years old, but was already a manly man who stood up to the sky, with concerned and gentle eyes, she smiled and said: "This is a war between your countries, I should not have intervened, but you are all warriors, we are called Ermans, and the most respected is the real warrior!" By the way, that little girl named Yang Huimin, please let me convey a message to all of you...... You are not alone! ”

Nibbling on biscuits, several people shared an apple, silently recalling the words "You are not lonely", and every [***] person in the Sixing warehouse felt a warm feeling slowly surging in their hearts. Their biggest regret now is that they didn't see Yang Huimin, a girl, and didn't thank her personally.

Yang Huimin did not come because she received an order from the Shanghai Scout Association. It was Yang Huimin, who was respectable but did not leave her name, drove the truck under the Sihang warehouse at the same time, and had verified her loyalty and courage as a Chinese with her own practical actions, and came to the Shanghai Commercial Bank Association with Lei Zhen.

A man dressed in casual clothes, but with the strength of a soldier all over his body, stood quietly outside the gate of the general meeting of the merchants. With a scrutinizing gaze, he looked up and down at Yang Huimin, who was walking quickly, and Lei Zhen, who was following her unhurriedly, as if he was evaluating the two eldest children in his heart.

Facing Yang Huimin's eyes that were shining in the dark because of excitement, maybe because of excitement, maybe because she walked too fast, and her face turned red, feeling the enthusiasm and vitality of a young girl unique to Yang Huimin, after a long time, the man said in a deep voice: "I am Zhang Baiting!" ”

He didn't say much, but he was sonorous and powerful, and there was an indescribable pride and majesty. Facing such a man, Yang Huimin's eyes lit up, and she shouted loudly: "Zhang Baiting? Are you Zhang Baiting, chief of staff of the 88th Division? ”

Yang Huimin suddenly pressed his mouth with his hand, if the man in front of him with a long-term momentum of holding power is really the chief of staff of the 88th Division, who is called the "hateful division" by the army, in the case of [***] retreating on all fronts, his appearance here represents an absolute secret, and he risks being discovered by the pseudo-spies!

Seeing Yang Huimin's reaction, Zhang Baiting nodded, this girl has the enthusiasm of fire, she looks big but she is alert enough, she should be given an eighty points!

When Zhang Baiting's gaze fell on Lei Zhen, who was standing quietly behind Yang Huimin, and the whole person was naturally hidden in the darkness, this soldier who was accustomed to wind and waves and was full of courage, carefully looked at Lei Zhen's arm wrapped in layers of bandages, looking at Lei Zhen's straight and tough body like a javelin, Zhang Baiting suddenly smiled, "It seems that you have a pretty good companion!" ”

Quite a good companion?

Hearing Zhang Baiting's evaluation, Yang Huimin pursed her lips slightly, to be honest, Yang Huimin feels good about Lei Zhen, but purely from a work point of view, she really can't see where Lei Zhen is good.

Lei Zhen, this guy, is a big elm lump at all!

Why did she want this guy to be a partner?

Isn't it because when raising donations, two people need to work together to find ways to extract a little bit of materials from those rich businessmen and dignitaries?

As a result, this person seems to be born with a dislike of talking, and when he is collecting donations, he has a face without any expression, as if he is a god, and anyone who sees him feels that it is an eyesore. So Yang Huimin could only fight alone, and could only pinch his arm desperately there, squeezing out a few drops of warm things from his underdeveloped tear glands.

It wasn't until she pinched her arm so much that she was about to turn it into a strip of graphite, a big piece of wood, that she sensed a few leaves from her pocket that God knows where she got them, and healed her wounds. Just such a guy who only knows how to follow her ass silently can also be called "a pretty good companion"?!

Looking at Yang Huimin, who was energetic and surnamed Zhangyang, and then looked at Lei Zhen, who was silent and forbearant standing in a dark corner, like a beast tired of light, Zhang Baiting no longer hesitated, and said to them in a deep voice: "You two come with me!" ”

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