Standing on the street, the setting sun shone on Ye Long's face. It was warm and even a little hot.
However, Ye Long's heart was actually cold.
The Battle of Shanghai was also known as the Battle of Shanghai. It was a battle that could move people to tears, but it was also a battle that made people feel extremely sorry.
This battle has proven the determination of our people to protect our country, and it has also proven that…our country is indeed very weak.
In this battle, Vice-chancellor Jiang had a total of 168 divisions and 68 brigades with more than 800,000 men, but the number of casualties was as high as 300,000.
On the other hand, the Japanese side had sent eight divisions and two exploration teams, totaling 200,000 people, with 40,000 casualties.
More importantly, even with so many casualties, they still lost in the end…
How could Ye Long not feel cold when faced with such data?
Looking around, this fine Shanghai would become scorched earth in a few days. Who knew how many innocent people would die in this battle…
The viewers in the live streaming room were still giving Ye Long ideas.
" Streamer, face him directly. Don't be a coward!"
"No matter how hard the host tries, it's impossible to change this. There's no need to blame yourself.”
"That's right. A battle that even millions of warriors couldn't change, it's impossible for you to change it alone.”
"At this time, there are no strategic issues. Just kill as many as you can!”
"Yes, that's right. If we can kill a few more, it can be considered as revenge for the dead warriors!”
"Don't think too much. Just roll up your sleeves and do it!”
"A mission to kill 800 enemies? Also, what was a sensational event? Bomb the Japanese army's arsenal?"
"How? They're sealing it up layer by layer."
"It's unrealistic to blow up an arsenal surrounded by hundreds of thousands of people.”
Ye Long looked at everyone's comments and shook his head.
"I have to think of a way to deal with these Japanese. Even if I can't stop this war, I have to make them suffer heavy losses. I just have to think about how to do it…"
Ye Long knew that he had to think about this matter carefully.
At this moment, a rickshaw was parked in front of him. It was the legendary human-powered three-wheeled motorcycle, a specialty of this era.
The master was a middle-aged man in his fifties. He looked like the Adjutant Li in the snow.
"Where are you going? Shall I give you a ride?" The three-wheeled motorcycle driver, who looked like Adjutant Li, was very enthusiastic. His Mandarin was also quite standard, with a hint of Sichuan.
"Adjutant Li?" Ye Long asked tentatively. It would be ridiculous if he was involved in a TV drama after this transmigration.
"Hmm? What did you say? My surname is Zhao." As the driver spoke, he wiped his sweat and dragged the cart slowly.
"The Zhao family!" Ye Long gave him a thumbs up, and the stream was filled with 666s.
"Where are you going?"
"It's my first time in Shanghai. Take me around. There's no need to rush.”
"I'm afraid it's not a good time for guests to come to Shanghai."”
"Oh?"
" We're going to war. The Japanese are threatening to destroy China in three months. Hmph, they're delusional. There are so many people in China. A single person's spit can drown them…"
Ye Long smiled bitterly. Even though they were called the Japanese, their military strength was indeed much stronger than China's. If Japan wasn't so ambitious and just started a war against China alone, it was hard to say whether China could hold on.
After all, China wasn't as united as it seemed. The warlords were divided and entangled in a mess. When it came to the outside world, they had always been empty words.
Saying that a single person's spit could drown a Japanese would only make people laugh.
As Ye Long wandered around the streets and alleys, he listened to Master Zhao's bragging. He had a better understanding of the current situation in Shanghai.
Now, both sides were on the verge of breaking out. Both sides were mobilizing their troops. The battle in Shanghai was imminent.
The National Government had already asked the people to move, but only the truly rich dared to move. As for others like Master Zhao, their family and assets were all here. How could they move? They could only hope that this war would not break out…
They chatted for more than half an hour as they walked. They entered a place where there were many girls on the street. They were all dressed in rags…
Ye Long was dumbfounded. This Master Zhao looked like a decent person, but he didn't expect him to be so bold and bold. He actually brought him to such a place.
In the live broadcast room, the audience exploded again when they saw the original red light district.
" F * ck, it's a live broadcast of a kite!"
“6666666.”
"Hahaha, this is awesome. Quickly go in and take a look at these young ladies.”
"It's really okay. Look at that young lady's long legs.”
"I can give 8 points to the girl in the cheongsam!”
"Hehe, only eight points? I'll give you 800!"
"You can do a live broadcast of traveling through time.”
" Yegou, pick one…"
The car didn't stop. Mr. Zhao led Ye Long through the car slowly. The young ladies in ragged clothes ran over and waved at them. They were talking in a soft voice. The fragrance that assaulted Ye Long's nose made his face turn red.
"Customer, do you want to play here for a while?”Mr. Zhao asked Ye Long with an expression of an experienced driver.
"Master Zhao, do you think I'm that kind of person?" Ye Long looked at him with a serious expression.”
Master Zhao's expression froze and he quickly apologized,"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I…"
"Go to the bigger one in front. The girls there are more enthusiastic.”
Master Zhao almost overturned the car.
When the car was not far ahead, the young ladies here were indeed even more enthusiastic. They did not even need to use their hands to greet the customers. Instead, they placed their hands behind their backs and shook them. As they shook them, they shouted.
Ye Long had never seen such a skill before, and he was filled with admiration for it. He also had the urge to get closer and observe it carefully.
Just as he was about to go over and ask the young lady how much it would cost for a night chat, Master Zhao pulled Ye Long back and chuckled.""Customer, thank you for your favor. Two cents."
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