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October 29, 1937, five o'clock in the morning.

In the dark sky in the distance, a trace of the white of the fish belly has been revealed. The wind blowing in the distance brought the humidity of the sea water and the slightest chill after autumn, and also brought the smell of blood in front of the Sixing warehouse, which was so thick that it could hardly be dissolved.

It was in such a world of darkness with a few traces of paleness, fresh and fresh with a heavy smell of blood and gunsmoke, dozens of Chinese [***] people stood silently on the top floor of the Sixing warehouse, each of them raised their heads, staring at the national flag that was twelve meters long and rising in the cold autumn wind.

There was no password and no command, but everyone present, including Yang Huimin, silently saluted their military salute to this hard-won national flag.

At this time, there is no solemn national anthem playing, no gorgeous pomp, and no noise of the honor guard, and even the flagpole is made of two bamboo poles temporarily tied together. But Yang Huimin clearly knows that she never wants to forget this moment again in her life, never forget this group of heroes who defend the dignity of the entire nation with their lives, and never forget the solemn and sacred atmosphere of this moment, and the monotonous and tragic scene.

Among the sun flags everywhere that were "hit by a bloody hole by the bullets of justice", a 12-meter-long national flag painted with a blue sky and white voice raised its unyielding body alone, and supported the Chinese nation's head that had not been raised high again for a long time!

When the citizens of Shanghai rubbed their sleepy eyes and began to slowly wander around the streets of the city, which had invested millions of troops and forgot to die for three months, and were beaten to a thousand holes, when they extended their gaze into the distance, jumped over the sun flags that were too dazzling, and landed in a certain position, everyone was stunned.

More and more Shanghai citizens are heading to the banks of the Suzhou Creek. They rubbed their eyes desperately, yes, on the top floor of the Sixing warehouse, they were waving in the wind, trying their best to stretch their flag of enthusiasm and dignity like a flame, and the flag that was shouting silently was China's ...... National flag!

This is the last national flag belonging to China in the whole of Shanghai! The place where it rises is the whole of Shanghai, the last one still in the hands of the Chinese [***] people, and there is no land that has been fallen!

Whether it was a commoner or a former dignitary, whether it was a refugee camp living in the concession, or in this case, people who still enjoyed a comfortable life, they all stood there quietly, quietly looking at the national flag.

I don't know how many people took off their hats, slowly bent their waists against the national flag. I don't know how many people burst into tears when they looked at this national flag. I don't know how many people are muttering something to this flag.

More and more Shanghai citizens spontaneously and consciously gathered along the Suzhou Creek, and there was no noise, everyone just quietly looked at the national flag.

"Bang! Bang! Bang......"

Suddenly, a light burst of gunfire shattered the strange silence.

The shots were fired by the British [***] men stationed in the concession area. Under the command of an officer, about a company of British[***] men, they stood in a neat queue on the south bank of the Suzhou Creek, pointed their rifles diagonally at the sky, and in the commander's command, they pulled the trigger of the weapon in their hand again and again.

These empty-eyed British [***] people are using their own methods to pay military courtesy to the Chinese warriors defending in the Sixing warehouse and the national flag waving in the wind. Looking at the British [***] people who were firing at the sky, Xie Jinyuan, who was standing on the top floor of the Sixing Warehouse, raised his right hand and saluted them in return.

The British [***] officer who led the troops to salute the Chinese flag was a young captain, and he stared at the flame-like rush of the national flag, and in his eyes, which were as blue as the vast sea, flashed a complex light. He was silent for a long time, then turned his head to the soldiers behind him and said in a deep voice: "We can look down on weak China, but we can't look down on such Chinese [***] people!" They are warriors, and they are true warriors who are fearless! ”

Yang Huimin, who was standing on the top floor of the Sixing warehouse, raised her head proudly, she stared at the national flag that was constantly fluttering above her head, how fortunate was she to receive the task of escorting the national flag, how happy she was, she was able to witness these hot-blooded men who are destined to go down in history and forever be on the list of Chinese gods of war, and raised this national flag that represents the indomitable spirit of China? !

At this time, the clerks of the 524th Regiment ran up to the top floor of the Sixing Warehouse and handed over a list of undried inks to the hands of the regiment commander Xie Jinyuan.

Looking at the chief officer in front of him, who he respected the most, and then at Yang Huimin, who risked his life and brought the national flag to the Sixing warehouse, the clerk opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but facing the dark and bright black eyes of Head Xie Jinyuan, looking at him and shaking his head slightly to himself, this clerk could only let out a helpless sigh in the end.

The soldiers Xie Jinyuan brought into the Sixing warehouse had three infantry companies, a machine gun company, and a mortar platoon, totaling only 423 people, but according to Xie Jinyuan's instructions, there were more than 800 people on the list that was improvised by the clerk!

Among the more than 800 names, there are not only the names of 423 warriors, but also the names of many martyrs who were in the 524th Regiment but lost their precious lives in the Battle of Songhu. In other words, it's a fake list created to confuse the enemy!

Even if the Anti-Japanese War is won in the future, no one can really distinguish which people have fought bloodily to the death in a place called the Sixing Warehouse in the face of the heavy encirclement of 90,000 Yue troops without regrets!

Pinching the fake list that was made in a hurry, Xie Jinyuan took a deep breath, he strode up to Yang Huimin, and handed over the fake list and the four hundred and twenty-three suicide notes written in a hurry to Yang Huimin's hands.

If guarding the Sixing Warehouse to hold back the pace of the attack and let them "capture the whole of Shanghai in three days" become the biggest joke and a great honor, then this glory should belong to the 250,000 [***] people who are buried here in order to defend Shanghai.

If the monument and the annals of history cannot record 250,000 names at the same time, then he would rather be on the monument to the heroes of the Four Lines Warehouse, without any names!

On this point, whether it was Ma Lan of the Special Service Battalion of the Central Teaching Corps or Xie Jinyuan, deputy commander of the 524th Regiment of the 88th Division, their views were strikingly the same. You must know that on this kind of battlefield, on the battlefield where the blood of hundreds of thousands of brothers is poured out, the heroes ...... It was originally nameless.

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