After she became the daughter of a vicious warlord, she cleaned herself up

Chapter 174: Mourning the Heroes

"Second Miss..." Aunt Feng came forward with a cup of hot tea. Seeing Jiang Shiyuan's appearance, she felt distressed.

"Auntie Feng, why did my brother die?" Jiang Shiyuan asked with a sob, his voice full of sadness and helplessness.

"The eldest young master died a worthy death. He and his wife will bless you and the master in heaven." After saying this, Aunt Feng's eyes turned red again.

Outside the window, the sky was gloomy, as if it was also mourning for Jiang Shijia's departure.

At nine o'clock in the morning on October 10, the door of Jiang Mansion slowly opened, and guests came to pay their respects in an endless stream.

The first to arrive were the Chen couple and Chen Qingyan and his sister.

"Xiaoyuan, Xiangyun..." Mrs. Chen hugged Jiang Shiyuan and Chen Xiangyun as soon as she entered the room, crying inconsolably.

They suppressed their grief and greeted the guests.

"Ayuan, cousin, please accept my condolences..." Chen Qingyan and Chen Jingan also had red eyes and bowed to the two of them to express their condolences.

Afterwards, members of the Military Control Commission's snake-catching team came under the leadership of Stationmaster Wang, Gu Fangxun came with Lao Huang and Fang Lansheng, Master Du came with Jiang Shiyuan's two brothers, and Wei Yuqing and Yang Huimin came together.

Jiang Shiyuan had no time to care about how some of them traveled from the International Settlement through the dangerous Chinese war zone to the Jiang Mansion in the French Concession.

When she saw her relatives, friends, comrades-in-arms and colleagues, she instantly burst into tears and was deeply moved.

The soft heart that was originally only open to his father, brother and mentor seemed to slowly accommodate more people after Jiang Yuan's arrival.

The hall of Jiang Mansion was filled with wreaths and elegiac couplets presented by everyone, and the atmosphere was solemn and dignified.

All the guests who came to pay their respects were moved by Jiang Shijia's heroic deeds and felt sorry for what happened to the Jiang family.

"Young Master Jiang is truly a national hero. He died heroically to protect the national flag flying over the Sihang Warehouse..."

"Yes, he passed away at such a young age. God is really jealous of his talent!"

"Marshal Jiang is sending his son to his grave, and he is unable to attend the funeral in person. It is really heartbreaking..."

The guests were talking about it, and their words were full of admiration and regret.

Jiang Shiyuan was dressed in plain clothes, kneeling in front of the mourning hall, his eyes were red and swollen, and his expression was sad.

She stroked the bullet pendant hanging on her chest over and over again, as if she could feel her brother's presence in this way.

"Xiao Jia, did you see that? So many people came to see off a great hero like you. Go with peace of mind..."

Chen Xiangyun murmured softly while burning paper money, and tears blurred her eyes again.

The Battle of Sihang Warehouse and Jiang Shijia's heroic deeds caused a national sensation due to the extensive publicity by Chinese and foreign journalists and Wei Yuqing.

All major newspapers published related reports, and the Jiang family also published an obituary of Jiang Shijia's martyrdom in the newspaper.

People in the French Concession also spontaneously came to Jiang Mansion to mourn the hero and pay their respects to his remains.

"Master Jiang is a true hero!"

"We will never forget his outstanding contribution to the Anti-Japanese War!"

"He defended the dignity of the country with his own life!"

People lined up in long queues and slowly walked past Jiang Shijia's coffin, offering flowers and expressing their condolences.

There were huge crowds of people outside Jiang Mansion, and the atmosphere was tragic and solemn.

Jiang Shiyuan looked at the scene in front of him and felt heartbroken.

Her brother's sacrifice earned her the admiration of the world, but she would rather her brother live in peace and happiness.

At the same time, the Sihang Warehouse was experiencing the most tragic day in the entire Sihang Warehouse Defense Battle.

Honda Suke, the naval attaché of the Japanese Embassy in China, and Hasegawa Kiyoshi, commander of the Third Fleet, made speeches in succession, threatening to "regardless of the consequences and take extreme measures to deal with the Chinese defenders of the Sihang Warehouse."

The Japanese artillery fire poured down like raindrops, and the deafening explosions resounded through the sky.

The walls of the Sihang Warehouse were once again riddled with holes, with thick smoke billowing and flames shooting into the sky.

"Commander, the Japanese pirates' artillery fire is too fierce. We can't stand it any longer!"

A soldier covered in blood ran up to Xie Jinyuan and shouted anxiously.

Xie Jinyuan wiped the smoke and blood off his face, his eyes as firm as iron.

"Hold on! Even if you die, you must defend your position!"

"Behind us are the concessions and millions of our compatriots. We must not let the Japanese pirates cross the line!"

"Yes!" The soldiers roared in unison, their eyes filled with determination to face death.

On the west side of the fifth floor of the warehouse, countless holes were blasted out by the Japanese pirates' artillery fire.

Several soldiers were working hard to repair the destroyed fortifications under the hail of bullets.

"Da da da--"

Suddenly, there was a burst of intensive machine gun fire, and several soldiers who were repairing fortifications fell to the ground.

"Quick, kill the Japs on the other side!"

"boom!"

With a crisp gunshot, a Japanese pirate sniper hiding in the ruins was shot in the head.

The one who fired the shot was the machine gun company commander Lei Xiong. He put down his sniper rifle and said to the soldier beside him: "Lao Zhao, cover me!"

"Okay!" Old Zhao picked up the light machine gun and fired fiercely in the direction of the Japanese pirates, covering Lei Xiong's relocation.

Lei Xiong crouched down and quickly moved through the hail of bullets, looking for his next target.

His eyes were cold and sharp, like a cheetah waiting for an opportunity. Every time he pulled the trigger, he would take the life of an enemy.

"boom!"

A shell exploded near Lei Xiong, knocking him to the ground.

"Captain Lei!"

When Old Zhao, who was far away, saw this scene, his eyes suddenly turned red with anger and he rushed over desperately.

"Cough-cough-"

Lei Xiong struggled to get up from the ground, his ears were buzzing and his vision was blurry.

He pushed away Lao Zhao who wanted to support him, stood up shakily, picked up the sniper rifle and continued fighting.

"Captain Lei, how are you? Are you serious?" Old Zhao asked anxiously.

"I'm fine, I won't die!" Lei Xiong gritted his teeth and said, "Old Zhao, stop talking nonsense and fight!"

"it is good!"

Old Zhao said no more, picked up his light machine gun and continued to fire wildly in the direction of the Japanese pirates.

The battle at the Sihang Warehouse had entered a white-hot stage. Both sides were blood-thirsty and people were falling every minute and every second.

However, no matter how powerful the enemy was or how fierce the artillery fire was, the defenders of the Sihang Warehouse never retreated a single step!

Because what they are guarding is not just a warehouse, but the dignity of the country and the hope of the nation!

Finally, the Japanese pirates could not withstand the tenacious resistance of our army and fled in panic.

At around 8 o'clock in the evening, Battalion Commander Yang Ruifu reported loudly to Xie Jinyuan, "Commander, the first to fifth floors of fortifications have been reinforced!"

Xie Jinyuan wiped the sweat off his face, his eyes sharp: "Okay! Order the brothers to prepare to meet the enemy!"

"Yes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the deafening sound of artillery shells rang out again. The Japanese pirates' attack was more fierce than expected.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The flat-fire cannons and heavy mortars unleashed their fury recklessly, with a shell dropping almost every second. The Sihang Warehouse seemed to be engulfed in a sea of ​​fire.

The smoke filled the air in an instant, almost covering the entire night sky.

"Damn it! Are these Japanese crazy?!" a soldier couldn't help but curse.

"Don't just stand there! Hurry! Use the bullet holes to create firing holes and shoot hard!"

Xie Jinyuan screamed, his voice torn into pieces by the sound of gunfire.

The soldiers gritted their teeth and braved the hail of bullets, turning bullet holes into shooting holes, set up machine guns, and crazily fired at the charging Japanese pirates.

The sounds of gunfire, artillery fire, and explosions intertwined together like a symphony of death.

The Japanese pirates' attacks came one after another, as if there was no end.

"Kill--"

The soldiers roared loudly and built a Great Wall of Steel with their flesh and blood.

"boom--"

A shell landed near Xie Jinyuan, knocking him to the ground.

"Duanzao!"

"Commander! Are you okay?!"

"Ahem..." Xie Jinyuan struggled to stand up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "I'm fine! Keep fighting!"

His eyes swept over every soldier, firm and resolute.

"Brothers, we have no way out. We can only fight to the death!"

The soldiers' eyes turned red with anger and they burst out with amazing fighting power, fighting back the Japanese pirates' attacks again and again.

The night is deep, and the battle of Sihang Warehouse is still going on. Everyone is using his life to write his own heroic epic.