"Descendants of the Yellow Emperor, your blood is still warm!”
Zhou Weiguo's eyes were misty. He suddenly pulled out his pistol, faced the concession, and pointed the muzzle at the sky!
Bang bang…
After firing more than ten shots in a row and emptying the magazine, the concession became quiet.
" Fellow countrymen!!!" Zhou Weiguo roared.
Then, he slowly raised his hand, saluted, and said in a sonorous and powerful voice,"The 87th division of the National Command Army! 522nd Regiment First Battalion-Zhou! Wei! Country!"
There were still sporadic gunshots behind them. Some of the Japanese were hiding with the special forces, using their weapons to resist.
However, Zhou Weiguo was unmoved.
Under the burning flames of the Japanese warships, he saluted and looked at his compatriots in the International Settlement across the river like a statue.
"87th Division! He's Chinese!"
"Yes, yes, it's our Huaxia troops!”
"Good, brothers of the Central Military, you are all good, wuwuwu..."
"Revenge, finally revenge. My family of seven was all killed by the Japanese bombs. Today, finally…Father... Mother... Open your eyes and take a look…"
"Battalion Commander Zhou of the 87th Division, you are our great benefactor, our great benefactor…Wuwuwu..."
"That's great. We still have hope, still have hope…"
"Wow ~"
"Wu wu ~"
Hearing Zhou Weiguo's loud and steady voice, the people of the International Settlement were silent for a few seconds. Then, they finally couldn't hold it in any longer and started to cry out in excitement.
Especially the refugees from Zhabei and Hongkou, they were crying and laughing, hugging each other and crying.
Since the September 18th Incident, the northeast, north, and northwest had been invaded by Japanese slaves.
Until now, half of Shanghai had been blown up by the Japanese.
The Chinese people had been suppressed for too long.
The descendants of the Yellow Emperor had struggled in the abyss of suffering for too long.
When the hatred of the nation accumulated to the extreme, when the people's emotions were depressed to the extreme, they would immediately explode if the outside world was slightly triggered.
Zhou Weiguo saluted them as a Chinese soldier, and the words " fellow countrymen " were undoubtedly the best fuse.
"Don't cry!"
Zhou Weiguo put down his hand and lifted Kawakiyo Hasegawa's head with the muzzle of his gun. His loud voice sounded again.
"My fellow villagers! We are the descendants of the Yellow Emperor! We can't let the foreigners think that we Chinese are weak!”
"Our country is being humiliated and our land is being invaded. This is the dereliction of duty of our soldiers!”
"However, please believe that in this critical moment of national destruction, our soldiers will never be afraid of war! He was definitely not afraid of death! I won't take even half a step back!"
"This head belongs to the Japanese's fleet commander, Kawakiyo Hasegawa!”
"Now, he's dead! They will die on our land!"
"The Japanese are delusional enough to occupy Shanghai and destroy China in three months. I, Zhou Weiguo, swear today! Or, the devils will step over the corpses of our soldiers! Either! We will bury all these ugly invasions!”
"We Chinese people swear to the death that we will not be slaves to a subjugated country!!!”
Zhou Weiguo shouted hysterically. At the same time, he straightened his spear and raised Kawakiyo Hasegawa's head high up!
" I swear I won't be a slave to a subjugated country!!!"
" I swear I won't be a slave to a subjugated country!!!"
" I swear I won't be a slave to a subjugated country!!!"
This time, the people on the other side of the river no longer cried.
Amidst the thunderous cheers, everyone subconsciously straightened their backs, held their heads high, and puffed out their chests. Their eyes revealed a look of pride!
"Kacha."
On the airship, photographer Bob pressed the shutter excitedly.
............
Nanxiang, the brightly lit Third Battle Area headquarters.
Zhang Jingchuan, the Chief of the Intelligence Department, held the telegram in his hand and rushed into the hall of the command center. He shouted as he ran,""Lord Jun, great victory, great victory!"
"What are you shouting for? You scared me!" Marshal Feng, who was pacing back and forth, was shocked and immediately cursed.
However, when he heard that it was good news, he didn't care about scolding and quickly asked,""Where? Hurry up and read it!"
"It's the Assault Group. Uh, it can also be said to be the 87th Division. Cough, forget it, I'll just read the message.”Zhang Jingchuan panted heavily, but his face was full of joy. However, he was glared at by Marshal Feng, who looked like he could eat someone alive. He quickly raised the message and read it aloud.
"At 1 am, the 1st Battalion of the 522nd Regiment of the Assault Group attacked the Gongda Yarn Factory at night and wiped out all the enemies. After that, the commander of the 1st Battalion, Zhou Weiguo, personally led a team to swim into Huishan Port. He used the gasoline and explosives that the enemy had stored to blow up the port and warehouse, destroying countless military supplies. He also annihilated two enemy squadrons and seized dozens of vehicles of weapons and ammunition. At 2:16 on August 24th, 2016, Song Xilian knocked on the door.”
" What?!"
Marshal Feng's eyes widened.""One battalion, taking down the Gongda Yarn Mill and blowing up the Huishan Pier? Ask Song Xilian if he knows the consequences of lying!？”
His face was filled with an expression that said,"You think I'm an idiot? I'm easy to fool."
Ps: Descendants of the Yellow Emperor, stand up and resist the invaders who once set foot on our land with a butcher's knife!
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