I really came here to fight against Japan

For a time, various forces in Wuhan were undercurrents, all wanting to obtain first-hand intelligence.

However, in the bars and teahouses of Wuhan, those who used to talk big have long disappeared.

The atmosphere at the scene was very strange, and the people drinking tea were all silent.

Everyone's eyes, consciously or unconsciously, turned towards the Ministry of National Defense or the newspaper office.

They were all waiting for the special edition of today's newspaper, and wanted to know whether the big commotion this morning was a good or bad omen.

Now in the operations conference hall of the Ministry of National Defense, there was no other sound except the sound of the bigwigs flipping through the telegram translations.

By around eight o'clock in the morning, everyone had finally finished reading.

A senior official who was usually pro-Japanese suddenly shouted out loudly with his face flushed and his neck thick.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, this is a fake war report.

His Fifth War Zone is a group of rabble-rousers who not only lack training.

How could they possibly wipe out nearly 40,000 Japanese troops in one fell swoop when they were still lacking weapons and equipment? "

Although other senior officials also hated this pro-Japanese element, they also doubted this record.

After more than two months of fighting in the Battle of Shanghai, the Japanese casualties were only over 10,000.

How was it possible that so many Japanese soldiers died in Daerzhuang in just a few days?

Of course, the number of Japanese casualties in Shanghai is less than that counted by the National Army.

Of course, this is due to the fact that the Japanese army’s statistical department falsely reported the cause of the war losses.

They were also afraid that the news of the mass death of soldiers would affect domestic morale after being spread back to the country.

They were especially afraid that their emperor would find out and make a choice that would be unfavorable to the army regarding the direction of the war.

Therefore, the first approach the Japanese army usually took was to conceal the number of deaths.

Then, in the Shanghai war zone, Japanese residents there were conscripted into the army.

Because in Japan, there is basically no idea about the number of Japanese living in China.

In this way, the Japanese army concealed its own death toll.

This also led to the rapid decline of the Japanese army's strength after 1938.

When the senior officials in the conference room were tired of arguing, a confidential staff officer walked in.

He quickly found the Minister of Defense who was chairing the meeting today and handed him a note.

After reading the contents of the note, the Minister of Defense stood up excitedly.

He said: "Everyone, let's not worry about the actual number of Japanese casualties.

The Chief of Staff of the Fifth War Zone risked his life to come to Wuhan on a transport plane this morning.

The plane also carried the body of Ichiro Ono, chief of staff of the Japanese detachment.

There are also the swords of the Japanese commander and chief of staff, as well as eight Japanese regimental flags.

In order to keep it secret so that the Japanese army would not get the news first.

So when I was reading the telegram just now, I didn’t tell you about the content.

The accurate news now is that the plane of the "Chief of Staff of the Fifth War Zone" has landed safely.

In about twenty minutes, his convoy arrived at the gate.

I think many of you here know the Japanese Chief of Staff.

We will know whether it is true or not when the time comes."

Twenty minutes later, the dusty chief of staff of the theater arrived at the gate of the Ministry of National Defense by car.

There was a reporter who recognized the chief of staff and immediately asked loudly.

"Mr. Chief of Staff, have you just returned from the front line in Daerzhuang?

May I ask how the battle situation is going on the front? I heard that you won a victory a few days ago.

But we lost a lot of territory the day before yesterday. I wonder if you have falsely reported your military achievements."

"Mr. Chief of Staff, you brought a coffin to the Ministry of National Defense. Is the commander-in-chief of the Fifth War Zone lying in it?"

As soon as the reporter finished speaking, there was a "boom" sound, and the team of reporters became a little confused.

Even the guards standing at the entrance of the Ministry of National Defense showed panic on their faces.

At this moment, two people walked out from the side of the theater chief of staff, whose face had turned black.

One is the cavalry regiment commander Huo Jiaqiang, and the other is Dong Yousheng, a soldier from the third detachment.

Because their contributions were so great, the theater commander gave them special approval.

Letting the Chief of Staff bring the two of them to Wuhan to ask for credit can be considered as repaying a favor to Song Wenwan.

Qin Haichuan saw someone say such humiliating words in public.

He went up and pulled the reporter out, then threw him to the ground.

Qin Haichuan said angrily: "How dare you casually insult and speculate about the general who is commanding the war of resistance on the front line.

"What is your intention in slandering the heroes who are fighting on the front line? Where is your conscience? You must have a different heart and deserve to be punished!"

As soon as Huo Jiaqiang finished speaking, Dong Yousheng next to him took action.

He took out the pistol he carried with him, turned on the safety, and was about to shoot the reporter.

Huo Jiaqiang was so frightened that he lifted up his wrist. Then he heard a "bang" and the bullet flew into the sky.

The chief of staff was stunned. He didn't expect that Dong Yousheng was so childish that he dared to shoot at the gate of the Ministry of National Defense.

Huo Jiaqiang said: "Are you sick? How can you just shoot when I say so?"

Dong Yousheng said: "Captain Huo, didn't you say that he must have treacherous intentions and should be executed for his crimes?"

Huo Jiaqiang was immediately amused and said, "Oh, I didn't expect you to be a cultured person. You can understand this idiom?"

Dong Yousheng said: "Who are you looking down on? I went to a private school when I was a child."

The theater chief of staff looked on and asked, "Hey, why are you two still chatting?"

Seeing the military police wearing white hats running towards them, the chief of staff quickly asked Yousheng to put away his gun.

Unfortunately, it was obviously too late. Just when Dong Yousheng put away his gun, the gendarmes in white helmets had already arrived beside him.

Seeing that Dong Yousheng still wanted to take the gun back, the military police stretched out his hand and asked Dong Yousheng to hand over the gun.

You have to know that the military police have great power. If they want to confiscate someone's gun, that person will hand it over obediently.

Who would have known that this young soldier in front of him could be so arrogant and wild.

With a casual push, he opened the gendarme's hand and the pistol was naturally put back into his holster.

The military police was about to open his mouth to curse Dong Yousheng when he saw him turn around and glance at the military police.

Cold sweat suddenly flowed down the gendarme's head.

The way the soldier looked at him was as if he was being stared at by a ferocious beast that had been there for thousands of years. He didn't dare to move an inch.

This is just a casual glance at an old soldier who just came back from the battlefield.

Huo Jiaqiang smiled and said to the military police: "Don't pay attention to him, he has killed too many Japanese soldiers and now he doesn't like anyone.

Oh, by the way, our commander said this is called post-war syndrome."

Looking at Huo Jiaqiang's hand on the military police's shoulder, Dong Yousheng said to the military police worriedly.

"Brother, you have to be careful. This guy has killed too many Japanese soldiers in the past two days.

Now, whenever he sees someone, he wants to touch their neck, mainly to see where to cut the best spot. "

The military policeman looked at Huo Jiaqiang and felt very embarrassed, so he took his hand away from his shoulder.

The gendarme suddenly felt as if he smelled a strong smell of blood.

His throat tightened and he suddenly felt like vomiting.

He quickly covered his mouth with his hands and ran to the side to retch.

As I walked past the reporter, I saw the reporter who spoke without thinking, still sitting on the ground, his body already wet.