After killing the Japanese Grandmaster, Li Dashan picked up the Japanese Grandmaster's sword, laughed twice, and then continued to rush forward with the knife.

As soon as Li Dashan rushed forward, he saw Zhang Xinghan who was fighting fiercely with the Japanese. He quickly rushed forward.

Due to excessive blood loss, Zhang Xinghan had already developed some dizziness. In addition, one-handed combat capability was greatly reduced. Under the siege of several Japanese soldiers, there were dangers.

The officers and soldiers of the Zhongrui Battalion next to him were each plagued by the Japanese and could not escape. At this moment, Li Dashan held the captured Japanese sword in one hand and the blood-stained machete in the other hand. He waved the sword in both hands, chopped down two Japanese soldiers in succession, and rushed to Zhang Xinghan.

"Zhang Zun! Are you okay?" Li Dashan asked with shortness of breath.

"It's okay! That old Japanese man solved it?" Zhang Xinghan said with a pale face and panting.

"Well! It's solved, this is the old Japanese sword." Li Dashan said as he handed the Oriental Sword in his left hand to Zhang Xinghan. He still likes to kill the enemy with a single sword and is more at will, but it's a bit inconvenient for both swords.

Zhang Xinghan's broken knife was extremely unsatisfactory, so he immediately abandoned the broken knife and took over the extremely sharp Oriental Sword from Li Dashan.

"Kill! Bounce!" At this moment, the howling shouts sounded again. Wu Wenhu, Zhao Desheng and others had already defeated the Japanese, and were leading the troops to rush forward. The Japanese, who had lost the commander, were obviously a little busy. Although several Japanese lieutenants tried their best to control the situation, the Kuomintang troops became more and more brave. Soon, the Japanese could not withstand the pressure and retreated one after another.

As soon as the Japanese retreated, the morale of the military officers and soldiers suddenly rose and shouted and shouted to kill, chasing forward like a tide. Seeing this, Zhang Xinghan breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground.

Li Dashan did not follow him and left several soldiers from the guard platoon to guard Zhang Xinghan.

Zhang Xinghan felt his vision was a little confused, and watched the officers and soldiers gradually fade away, and his head tilted and fainted.

Before his consciousness was completely blurred, Zhang Xinghan vaguely heard Li Dashan's thunderous roar coming from beside him: "Camp! Camp! Hurry up, send the camp! Hurry up..."

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At the Luodian battlefield, night gradually fell, and the sound of gunfire and shouts that had been resounding for a day finally stopped. The entire battlefield was shrouded in the darkness. Occasionally, some trees and buildings that were blown by shells were still on fire, which was very conspicuous in the dark.

Ten miles north of Luodian Town, the 11th Division headquarters.

Chief of Staff Mei Chunhua hung up the phone with a heavy and gratifying expression, then turned around and said to the division commander Peng Shan with a serious expression: "Teacher seat, report from the 33rd Brigade, Luodian has been recaptured! However... but there are less than 4,000 combat personnel left in our division. Zhang Peifu, the battalion commander of the 62nd Regiment, died in the battle, Li Weifan, deputy commander of the 61st Regiment, was seriously injured, and the rest of the company platoon leader suffered even more losses. Even Zhang Xinghan, the battalion commander of the Zhongrui Battalion who made the final attack, was seriously injured, and the Zhongrui Battalion reduced one-third of the personnel."

Although Peng Shan was mentally prepared, after hearing the exact number of losses of each unit, he couldn't help but gasp. There were more than 10,000 people at the place where one of his divisions started the war. In just over half a month, the losses reached more than 70%.

"Master, we may all die here in this battle. Our 11th Division fights for the country, and it is worth it even if it fights all!" Seeing that Peng Shan's face was a little heavy, Mei Chunhua comforted him.

"Well! The Chief of Staff is right!" Peng Shan nodded in agreement when he heard this, "Staff Mei, you are right. As a party and the country soldier, you are fighting to defend the country and the country, why not be afraid of death? Order the regiments to strictly guard the positions to prevent the Japanese army from attacking them!"

"Yes!" Mei Chunhua immediately stood up at the sight, then turned around and left quickly

In Shanghai, night has fallen, and street lights are on most of the main streets in the entire city of Shanghai. In some hotels in the concession, some dancers are dancing with cheongsams with slits that are almost as thighs. Under the stage, men who look gentlemanly dressed are whispering and dreaming.

At this time, the debauchery in the hotel in the downtown Shanghai formed a sharp contrast with the bloody battle between the soldiers of the front-line national army. It was the businesswoman who did not know the hatred of the country's destruction and still sang the flowers across the river. Any nation has scum and borers.

The Chinese nation is no exception. At this critical moment when the country is in trouble and the country and nation are in danger, some Chinese people are still addicted to being indulged in luxury and wealth, greedy for pleasure under their pink skirts, and live and dream of death. This is considered a national misfortune and sorrow for the entire Chinese nation.

However, in some streets in downtown Shanghai, students and passionate young people who braved Japanese planes to bombard the anti-Japanese soldiers during the day were also busy. After handing over the money raised by the day to the government, they continued to walk on the streets with empty donation boxes and continued to raise donations for the anti-Japanese soldiers.

When they are thirsty, they drink some boiled water they carry with them, and when they are hungry, they eat some cold and hard dry food, so that they can raise more medicines and food for the soldiers who are bleeding and sacrificing their lives on the front line.

Some passionate men who were deeply infected during the day flocked to the recruitment offices of the National Army in various streets of Shanghai, and enthusiastically signed up to join the army.

All patriots are doing their part. Although their personal strength is very small, when they come together, they will be the spiritual backbone that the Chinese nation will never be crushed.

They sat in the rear, doing their best to support the soldiers in front, and together with the soldiers in front, building a new Great Wall for the great Chinese nation, defending mountains and rivers, and resisting foreign humiliation.

It is also a blessing for the Chinese nation and a great blessing for having such heroic soldiers and those who care about the safety of the nation and the country.

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Huishan Wharf, the Japanese Shanghai Expeditionary Force Headquarters.

The commander of the Japanese Shanghai Expeditionary Army, Matsui Ishigen, walked into the headquarters with a cold expression. On both sides of the conference table of the commander's master, the commander of the infantry division, brigade commander and the commander of the heavy artillery brigade were all present. Seeing Matsui Ishigen walking in with a bad expression, everyone quickly stood up and said in unison: "Old Commander!"

"Hmph!" Matsui Ishigen snorted coldly, his eyes swept coldly over the Japanese generals present, and finally his sharp eyes fell on Lieutenant General Yamamoto, the commander of the 11th Division.

Feeling Matsui Ishigen's gaze approaching anger, the beads of sweat were oozing from Yamamoto's forehead, and he didn't feel like he was lowering his head.

"Yamamu-kun!" Matsui Ishigen's extremely oppressive voice sounded coldly.

Yamashita Sobu suddenly shuddered and quickly stood up and replied: "Hi!"

"Please sit down!" Matsui Ishien said lukewarmly.

"Hayi!" The Yamashita Sobu suddenly lowered his head, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly sat down.

Matsui Ishigen retracted his gaze, waved his hand, and signaled everyone to sit down. After everyone sat down, Matsui Ishigen stood up with a stern expression and said, "You guys, the Battle of Songhu has been delayed for a long time. The base camp and His Majesty the Emperor are already quite dissatisfied. The Prime Minister of the Guards are even more angry about the loss of Luodian. In order to resolve the battle of Shanghai as soon as possible, I decided to give up the combat plan to capture Luodian. In addition to leaving the necessary forces to confront it, the main forces of the 11th Division will be transferred back and attacked the positions of the Qizaohama China Army head-on and make a front-on breakthrough!"

As soon as Matsui Ishigen finished speaking, the commander of the 11th Division, Sobu Yamamoto stood up and said to Matsui Ishigen: "Commander, please give Huzhi another chance. Huzhi will definitely retake Luodian!"

"Yamamu-kun, you have to know that it's not that I won't give you a chance now. Now it's the base camp urging us to resolve the war in Shanghai as soon as possible. The Chinese military reinforcements continued to reinforce Luodian. The fighter planes that captured Luodian threatened the Chinese military's backside were lost. There was no need for the Imperial Imperial Army to make unnecessary sacrifices!" Matsui Ishione said.

"But... we only have two divisions, and we have to divide the troops into Baoshan, so the strength is probably a little insufficient." Fujitaji, the commander of the Third Division, stood up and said with a look of doubt.

"Please rest assured that Fujita Jun, the base camp has urgently divided its troops from the battlefield in North China, Taiwan and the local government have drawn reinforcements to expand the strength of our Shanghai dispatched troops. The reinforcements are already on the way, and I believe they will arrive soon! Our goal is not only Shanghai, but we also have to fight to Nanjing and completely conquer China!" Matsui Ishione said confidently.

"Go to Nanjing! Long live the empire, long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

"Go to Nanjing! Long live the empire, long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

"Go to Nanjing! Long live the empire, long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

Everyone shouted in unison with excitement.

"Everyone is ready! The navy and aviation will provide us with fire support in the air and naval artillery, and the Chinese army will be hit by the most fierce fire!" Matsui Ishione ordered with great enthusiasm.

"Hayi!" Everyone responded immediately and then stood up and strode away.

PS: Six thousand words are completed, divided into two chapters and updated. I still owe you one update, so I will definitely make up for it.
Chapter completed!