93: Chapter 93 Sacrificing oneself for righteousness, dying for a noble cause

The fighting during the day remained intense.

The Japanese changed their direction of attack.

A Japanese squad rushed to the southeast corner of The Warehouse.

Carrying bamboo scaling ladders, they set them directly against the wall of The Warehouse.

Attempting to force their way into the building.

Facing the Japanese attempt to storm the building with ladders, the Chinese Soldiers on the top floor immediately spotted them and understood their intentions.

They then ran down to notify the Chinese Soldiers below to prepare their defenses and be careful of the Japanese breaking through the windows.

After all, windows are not as sturdy as walls.

Even if they had been reinforced with wooden boards.

If the Japanese used explosives to blast through, they wouldn't be able to stop them at all.

Wang Ye hurried over from the southwest corner to check. His company was primarily responsible for the defense of the top floor.

Their mission was to prevent the national flag from falling and also to scout the movements of the Japanese.

With just one glance, he saw the Japanese erecting bamboo ladders, which had already reached the second-floor windows.

However, the second-floor windows were sealed shut and had iron mesh.

The Japanese could find no place to breach, so they had to continue setting them up higher.

Seeing this, Wang Ye frowned deeply.

To break into the building, the Japanese were now using every possible means.

This was the fourth day of their defense of Sihang Warehouse.

Over these few days, their casualties had not been high; compared to the Japanese, they were doing much better.

However, they were isolated and without aid, forced to hold the building firm.

At this moment, The Warehouse was running short on fresh water, despite having prepared a good amount a few days prior.

But after several days of consumption, the fresh water was almost gone.

With the Japanese keeping them besieged, they had no supplies and could only endure.

Just as Wang Ye was frowning, behind him,

A Chinese Soldier tied eight grenades together and shortened the fuses.

Then, he strapped them to his body.

He then turned and ran down to the fifth floor.

The Chinese Soldiers guarding the fifth floor were momentarily stunned when they saw him.

Then, seeing the grenades on his body, they immediately thought of the two Chinese Soldiers from the day before.

"Brother, what are you doing?" the Chinese Soldiers on the fifth floor asked hurriedly.

"The Japanese are launching a full-scale attack."

As he spoke, he went to the window and opened it.

"The Japanese are about to climb to the third floor."

Hearing this, the nearby Chinese Soldiers immediately leaned against the window and looked down.

Sure enough, the Japanese were erecting their scaling ladders very quickly.

In just a moment, the Japanese had already reached the third floor.

Judging by their appearance, they might be planning to storm the third floor or continue climbing higher.

But either way, they could not let the Japanese rush into the building.

"Brother, this is…" the nearby Chinese Soldier suddenly realized something.

"Brother, help me tell my mother that I, Mancang, did not bring shame to our hometown people."

After saying this, he jumped down from the fifth floor.

His body landed directly on top of the scaling ladder. The height was not very great, and, enduring the pain in his body, he pulled the fuse of the grenades.

With an explosion, the top of the scaling ladder was blown apart.

The entire ladder fell downwards, and the explosions did not happen just once.

A chain of explosions rang out continuously, and the Japanese squad that had come to storm the building was wiped out.

Not a single Japanese survived.

This series of explosions caught the attention of Wang Ye on the top floor.

He leaned out to look and saw the scaling ladder below engulfed in raging flames.

At the base of the ladder, the corpses of a dozen or so Japanese soldiers lay scattered on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Wang Ye looked at the nearby Chinese Soldiers and asked, "What happened?"

He hadn't seen what happened just now, only heard a few explosions.

And then, it turned into this.

"I don't know, I'll go ask." The Chinese Soldier shook his head, then ran downstairs to inquire about the situation.

Aside from the top floor, only the fifth floor could have thrown grenades down.

The windows on other floors were sealed shut and could not be opened at all.

Arriving at the fifth floor, the Chinese Soldier looked at his comrades and inquired.

He soon learned what had happened.

When he heard that a Chinese Soldier had jumped down strapped with grenades, he immediately fell silent.

He didn't ask anything further and turned back to the top floor.

"How was it? Did you find out what happened?" Wang Ye looked at the Chinese Soldier and asked.

The Chinese Soldier immediately told Wang Ye what had happened.

After hearing it, Wang Ye felt a bitter taste in his heart.

This was the third one.

He could not find the words to evaluate these Chinese Soldiers who had sacrificed their lives for righteousness.

The viewers in the livestream room also stopped commenting.

It could only be said that they were shocked time and time again.

No one is unafraid of death, yet they still sacrificed their lives for righteousness without hesitation.

The fighting continued from day into night.

In the afternoon, two more men jumped from the building and sacrificed their lives.

To stop the Japanese heavy machine gun positions from advancing, one of them jumped down, crawled to the outside of the barbed wire of the Japanese machine gun position, and blew up the wire.

However, after destroying the barbed wire, he had no way to return.

Once he went down, he was isolated and without aid.

Without solid cover or follow-up support, and facing countless Japanese soldiers, he could only become a living target for them.

And the other, after the former blew up the barbed wire, went deep into the Japanese machine gun position alone, fought the Japanese in close quarters, and ultimately sacrificed his life.

These two were not members of the Suicide Squad organized by Wang Ye, but Chinese Soldiers from other companies.

Wang Ye did not know them, but upon hearing that they had left The Warehouse to fight the Japanese single-handedly, he felt nothing but admiration.

Regardless of the outcome, they were heroes who deserved the title.

A new day arrived.

The Japanese had already expended vast amounts of manpower and resources to attack Sihang Warehouse.

Yet the result was zero progress.

Not only had they lost a large number of troops, but they had also allowed China to achieve its goal of attracting international attention.

During these few days of fighting at Sihang Warehouse, there had been constant media interviews with the Chinese Soldiers inside The Warehouse.

These media outlets included not only domestic Chinese newspapers but, even more so, international media.

News of the war of aggression against China in the East had already spread widely in the West.

Although no government had officially taken a stand, the pressure of public opinion forced the Japanese side to take it seriously.

If they still could not take it, then continuing the attack would be meaningless.

In the morning, the Japanese continuously fired incendiary bombs, attempting to use fire to force the defenders inside to come out.

Inside The Warehouse, Regimental Adjutant Xie Jin had everyone soak cloth in urine and cover their mouths and noses to prevent suffocation from inhaling too much thick smoke.

Because most of the doors and windows of The Warehouse were closed.

The Chinese Soldiers below the fifth floor saw the Japanese fire attack and could only cover their mouths and noses while desperately trying to extinguish the fire.

However, fresh water inside The Warehouse was already extremely scarce; there was simply no water available to fight the fire.

They could only take rags, soak them in their own urine, and then use them to put out the fire.

Wang Ye and his men on the top floor were much better off than the Chinese Soldiers inside The Warehouse.

But not by much.

They didn't have to fear the fire reaching the top floor, but the billowing thick smoke was becoming unbearable for them.

"Cough, cough." Wang Ye coughed twice.

He then hurriedly ran to a place with less smoke to take cover.

Although his location was open-air and had good ventilation.

But the smoke was rising, and all the thick smoke from below was drifting up to the top floor.

It wouldn't kill them, but it was very uncomfortable.