Chapter 241: Wusong Meat Grinder Welcome

"The islanders stood on our land, but kept saying that we had started the war first. Will a normal-minded person have such a shameless lie?"

Shuyuan Chu said with some excitement.

"Mr. Officer, what did you do before joining the army?"

Shuyuan Chu fell silent. At this time, Tiedingguo, who was patrolling the position, came over and heard the reporter's question, patted Shuyuan on the shoulder and said.

"In the past, he studied botany at Northeastern University..."

The reporters were a little surprised. After that, they asked a college student why he came to the battlefield.

But neither Tiedingguo nor Chu Shuyuan answered, because these reporters would never understand that when you even lose your own home, there are other ways besides picking up weapons...

"As a reporter, I saw a tragic war that took place in Shanghai, China.

In just over a dozen days, more than 9,000 soldiers on both sides died here. The entire Wusong was almost filled with corpses, and he accidentally caught the blood of the foot when walking.

The island army suffered a lot in China again. They must have never expected that they would encounter such fierce resistance before.

The one who taught them these lessons was Zheng Yong, who made great achievements for the Chinese government in the Northeast, and enjoyed a reputation in China, and was called the legendary general.

It seems that no matter how great a miracle is, it can no longer be called a miracle when it comes to this Chinese general. At least since the outbreak of the Battle of Shanghai, I have seen too many miracles created for the Chinese general.

Today, there was finally a brief ceasefire in Shanghai, and I finally saw the soldiers fighting bloody battles with my own eyes. They looked very tired and even disgusted with this war. I thought the soldiers were tired and tired of war.

But something that happened soon completely changed my view.

Just as we were interviewing, a gunshot suddenly came from the positions of the island army in the distance. Just after the gunshot, something unexpected happened.

The soldiers who were sleepy and listless just now suddenly jumped up like beasts and entered their own positions without us reacting at all.

Later, we found out that it was a soldier on the island army's position and the gun went off...

Now I know that these Chinese soldiers do hate combat, but who is a normal person in the world who likes to fight? However, these Chinese soldiers know that their army needs them and know that they are defending their homes.

I have to admit that I did something stupid.

I called a soldier who had just come down from the position and asked the translator to help me ask him, do you like bleeding?

The soldier looked at me coldly, and then spit out two words. My translator did not tell me what the Chinese soldier was saying.

I want to tell my translation seriously. Although I don’t speak Chinese usually, it doesn’t mean I don’t understand.

The Chinese soldiers said the word "idiot", which according to our understanding, means "dog shit". Yes, when I asked the question just now, even I felt like I was dog shit.

But I am a journalist, and that's my responsibility.

Who likes to see blood? Who likes to see death? Who likes to see war? Later, their chief General Tie told me that in fact, they are not fighting for their own country, but fighting for their own wars, their wives and children.

Yes, I didn't write it wrong, that's what he said.

Without any patriotic sentiment or any large and empty words prepared in advance, the soldiers' ideas were so simple.

Fight for yourself, fight for your wife and children...

As a reporter, I should have stood a neutral position, but for some reason, when I returned from there, I kept praying silently in my heart, hoping that China could win this war for my wife and children...

Doel n Smith.”

This is a manuscript sent back by a British reporter. In this manuscript, he talked about the real Chinese and real Chinese soldiers he saw.

There is no need for any noble sentiment, just fighting for yourself, for your wife and children...

In the afternoon, the British Consulate in Shanghai.

Chinese and foreign journalists who came down from Wusong's position were already waiting for a long time. They kept talking to each other in various languages, and then looked out the door and seemed to be waiting for an important interviewee.

At two o'clock, the people who were waiting for these reporters finally appeared in the British consulate.

Lieutenant General Fujita, the commander of the 3rd Division of the Island Country.

Lieutenant General Zheng Yong, commander of the Ninth Army of the Chinese National Revolutionary Army!

When the two got out of the car, neither of them spoke, but just looked at each other, and then walked slowly into the British consulate accompanied by the adjutant.

The two old rivals on the Wusong battlefield had just sat down when the reporters' spotlights kept flashing.

The British Consul General obviously felt a sense of accomplishment. This press conference was held under the coordination of his own rights. It seems that despite the heavy casualties of World War I, the majesty of the British Empire still exists in various countries in the world.

The reporters asked many clichés, and the two lieutenant generals sitting in front of the reporters also acted as the interests of their own governments to make every effort to accuse each other of the other. The culprit of the war was the culprit of the war.

"General Zheng, I am the American journalist Sinkel."

Before coming to China from the United States this time, I interviewed your two wives specifically. You have two very beautiful wives, which is really enviable. I can happily tell you that one of your wives may have given you a son at this time..."

The reporters were stunned for a moment, and then there was a tide of applause.

Zheng Yong nodded with a smile and expressed his gratitude to the American reporter for bringing this news.

Yes, Chunni may have been born, but there was a war in Shanghai, and even if I believe it, I will not be able to see it for the time being.

At this time, the American journalist Hinkel asked.

"General Zheng, if possible, would you like to visit your wife and children in the United States now?"

"think!"

Zheng Yong said without a moment of hesitation.

"That's my wife and children, and I look forward to going back every minute, but not now, but after all the invaders got out of our land."

"I protest!"

Fujitajin shouted out loud, and he said, waving his fists.

"I protest against the Chinese using the word invader to slander the empire. We are by no means to invade, but for the sake of the interests of the empire in China and the security of the expatriates, we can use force to defend the interests of the empire!"

"You fart!"

The sudden roar scared everyone. Zheng Yong stood up with a roar and slapped his hand hard on the table in front of him, shaking the cup for a few times before he stopped.

Since all the reporters met Zheng Yong, this young general has always been gentle and elegant, and no one has ever seen him get such a big temper.

Zheng Yong's face turned pale and he stared at Fujita Jin and said.

"If one day when the Chinese army enters the island country Osaka, we tell you that this is to protect the legitimate rights and interests of the Chinese people on the island, will you still think that this is not an invasion?"

Fujita Jin was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses.

"Huaxia will never have that opportunity."

"Yes, maybe we will never have the chance to enter the island country, but we have such an opportunity in Shanghai. We will tell you in Shanghai what the outcome of the islanders will be here!"

Zheng Yong had obviously returned to his calmness, he said lightly.

"Every part here will become your grave, and every building here will become our battlefield. I will eventually be unable to defend Shanghai. I must also lie in the streets and alleys of Shanghai alleys full of the corpses of the island people!"

"Baga!" Fujita Jin was completely angry with the attitude of this Chinese general.

"Today, when the press conference is over, and I will return to my headquarters, I will order the attack, and I will step into your position and make the Chinese soldiers tremble under my leather boots!"

Zheng Yong smiled again, then straightened his straight military uniform.

"Welcome to Shanghai, welcome to China, here, the doomsday of the island country is about to begin, I will wait for your attack, my army will welcome your arrival with bayonets..."

This is a general that Chinese and foreign journalists have never met before. He is fearless in the face of power and tyranny, and will never lower his head in the face of intimidation and threats.

In fact, it is not just this young and brave legendary general, but the brave and unyielding Chinese military and civilians can be seen everywhere on every inch of China's land.
Chapter completed!