Looking at the ghost who was scared to the point of peeing, Zhang Zhizhong retracted the pistol pointed at his head and said to everyone,
"I thought the Japanese were tough, but they are afraid of death.”
With that, two soldiers pressed him down.
After all, this was a public place. It was hard to guarantee that there would not be any more Japanese spies. To prevent any accidents, it was better to take him away.
At this moment, an intelligence officer suddenly came to Zhang Zhizhong's ear and said a few words,"
"The 17th Brigade sent a message saying that there is a high possibility that the Japanese will land from the Golden Mountain Guards because they found a spy from the Japanese there.
The 17th Brigade also said that when the reinforcements arrived, there was no need to rush to Luodian and Huishang immediately. Instead, they asked the commander to send a large number of troops to guard the Jinshan Guards because Luodian and Huishang had formed an angle. As long as the Japanese could not land normally, they would not be able to cut our troops apart and surround them separately.”
"En, I understand. You may leave.”
Zhang Zhi nodded. His expression was very calm, but in fact, his heart had already stirred up a huge wave.
After the intelligence officer left, Zhang Zhizhong announced that the interview was over because he was going to interrogate the criminal.
Although everyone returned resentfully, they did not come back empty-handed.
In an instant, the news of the 17th regiment's victory at Huishan spread throughout Songhu City through their descriptions.
The entire Songhu became extremely lively, as if it was a festival.
Every household took out their surplus grain to support the soldiers at the front line.
The leaders of the mafia, led by Boss Du, donated guns and cannons after donating the plane.
All the major dance halls were free of charge for those in military uniforms.
This was because these dancers knew that they might not be able to return from the battlefield this time.
At the same time, on the streets and alleys, countless people formed a parade and carried a stretcher. On the stretcher were scattered money of all sizes. There were paper notes, legal notes, and Yuan Datou.
"Support the resistance, support Songhu, support the 17th Brigade, fight to the end!”
"Support the resistance, support Songhu, support the 17th Brigade, fight to the end!”
As they walked past, countless people stepped forward and tightened their belts. They took out their only savings and placed them on the stretcher.
Although the money was not much, it was enough to feed these people.
Just as these people walked past, an old beggar stood up shakily and shouted at the top of his lungs. His voice was weak but full of power,
"Wait a minute!"
Everyone stopped when they heard this. They turned around and saw the old beggar limping over. He almost fell down a few times along the way.
A kind-hearted person came forward to help him, but he refused with a smile. His eyes were very bright as he walked over step by step with a wooden stick.
He walked to the stretcher and picked up his bowl.
Everyone could clearly see that the bowl was very clean. There were only two Yuan Datou pieces and a piece of currency.
Under everyone's gaze, the old man took out the currency and threw it on the stretcher without thinking.
Those who had turned a blind eye to the situation and were like walking corpses were slightly stunned when they saw this. Unknowingly, a trace of guilt rose in their hearts.
At this moment, the old man paused for a moment, then raised the bowl, and the remaining two pieces of ocean in the bowl fell onto the stretcher.
The ocean made a crisp sound when it touched the ocean. In a trance, it was actually the saddest music in the world. The onlookers all shed tears.
But what they didn't know was that this was the money that the old man had saved by starving himself for three days.
After doing all this, the old man smiled and fell down.
He was dead.
He had starved to death.
However, he died very peacefully. He left with a smile.
Seeing this, the young man in the lead could not help but sigh,
"Alas! If the Chinese are like this, how can they talk about national subjugation and extinction?”
"Fight, fight, fight!"
"Fight to the end! Fight to the end!"
The team moved forward again, but this time there was one more person in the team.
It was the old beggar. He was lifted up high by the crowd.
Under the setting sun, many thin and short bodies seemed to be holding up the backbone of Huaxia!
This scene was seen by Zhang Zhizhong from the headquarters. He had just come out of the interrogation room and happened to see this scene.
He did not disturb these people. He just quietly watched through the window, watching the gradually awakening dragon.
He could not help but feel a chill rush to his head, and his hair stood on end. He could not help but clench his fists in shock.
It had been a long time since he had experienced such hot-blooded youth.
Not long ago, he was also so hot-blooded!
After a long time, he said to the adjutant beside him,
"Order Sun Yuanliang's troops to head to the Jinshan Guards as soon as possible. In addition, have Song Xilian's 36th division guard the Baoliu highway. Wang Jingjiu's 87th division will be in charge of the enemies in the west. They will relieve the pressure on our troops in Huishang and Luodian from the side.”
"Yes." The adjutant had just left.
Soon after, the intelligence officer arrived. It seemed to be an urgent matter…
"Commander!"
(I just woke up. It's Friday off today. The author is considering whether or not to write as much as possible and release more updates…)
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