Boosting Morale

  However, this is also a real event in history. / Fastest search net / Lao Wang and Hei Daigou said goodbye and rushed to the team department. Xie Jinyuan was discussing something with several veteran company commanders who had more soldiers at the team department. Seeing Lao Wang coming over, he rushed over to shake hands with him and said: "Thank you so much for braving the rain of bullets to deliver supplies to us. Everyone hasn't eaten a hot meal in days. Now we can improve our food supply."

  "Why don't you write a thank-you letter to the people of Shanghai and Father Backhaus, who sent these goods?" Old Wang said with a smile.

  "No problem." Xie Jin-yuan called out to his aide and told him to go write a thank-you letter.

  Lao Wang didn't bother with pleasantries and directly asked: "How are you going to deal with the Japanese next attack?"

  Xie Jin-yuan scratched his head and said, "The Japanese didn't launch another attack after the second wave, which doesn't make sense! I also can't figure out what those devils are thinking now."

  Lao Wang knew from history that after the devils burned down the civilian houses, they would prepare to charge with tanks. He reminded Xie Jin-yuan: "According to observations on the other side of the river downstream, the devils are gathering tank formations."

  Xie Jin-yuan suddenly realized: "The devils have stopped attacking because they are waiting for the houses to burn down and leave space for their tanks to charge!"

  Old Wang nodded.

  Xie Jin-yuan ran back to the edge of the map and asked: "How many tanks will the Japanese army bring up?"

  Old Wang replied, "There should be over a dozen tanks. This will burn down the houses and widen the frontage, giving the tanks more room to maneuver. We're also short of anti-tank weapons, this time the devils have really hit us where it hurts!"

  Xie Jin-yuan looked up and down at Old Wang and said: "Really can't tell you're a reporter, your sense of war is so keen."

  Lao Wang knew that interrogation was coming, and his performance over the past few days had indeed been inconsistent with a journalist's identity. It seemed that Xie Jinyuan couldn't help but ask questions.

  Lao Wang couldn't tell Xie Jin Yuan that I was a time-traveler, so he vaguely replied: "Don't ask who I am, the most important thing is that we are all Chinese, and now we have the same enemy, isn't that enough?"

  Lao Wang is now afraid to take himself seriously because on the surface he is still a British journalist.

  Xie Jin Yuan smiled and asked: "Then what would you do if you were in command now?"

  Lao Wang looked at Xie Jin-yuan and then looked at the map, saying: "I personally think that we can overcome all of these points. Firstly, even if the enemy deploys in a single direction, they can only deploy four tanks at most, so where will they put their infantry? Secondly, you say that our anti-tank weapons are insufficient, I don't believe it."

  Xie Jin-yuan bitterly smiled and said: "I really don't have an anti-tank cannon!"

  Old Wang burst out laughing: "In the Central Army, there are several regimental formations equipped with anti-tank guns. You don't have cannons, but as far as I know, your unit is the elite of Chiang's faction, and even the machine gun company should be equipped with armor-piercing bullets."

  "Steel bullets we have," explained Hsieh Chin-yuan. "But that kind of bullet is useless against medium tanks."

  Old Wang smiled and said: "This time the third division that attacked Shanghai from top to bottom were all Type 93 armored cars. As long as you suppress the infantry, the tanks will be easy to deal with."

  Old Wang paused again and said: "The main problem should come from new recruits within."

  Xie Jin-yuan sighed and said, "If this were in the past, I would have shot them all dead. But now, with just these few hundred people, killing one would mean losing a bit of strength!"

  Old Wang patted Xie Jin-yuan's shoulder and said: "I have a way."

  He pulled down Xie Jin Yuan's head and whispered.

  Xie Jin-yuan's eyes lit up and he said: "Great idea, then you go back and handle it right away!"

  Old Wang's buttocks hadn't even warmed up yet when he returned to the concession area. / Fastest search net / At this time, the riverbank was already crowded with people. Yang Huimin's Boy Scout team also had a significant increase in size, and everyone looked eagerly across the river, hoping to see something.

  Old Wang walked past the bridge and was immediately surrounded by several young boy scouts who knew him, looking to see if there were any photos. Old Wang saw Yang Huimin among them and called out to her, saying: "You go get me a national flag, the bigger the better, preferably with a flagpole, and find me a few people who are good at writing on blackboards, and also a few newspaper boys."

  Handed a few silver dollars to Yang Huimin, Yang Huimin was almost driven mad by the crowd on the riverbank for half a day. Fortunately, after the Shanghai Boy Scouts Association learned about this, they sent many people with organizational skills, otherwise, even if Yang Huimin was capable, she was just a young person, how could she organize such a big job?

  Now I heard that there is a new job to do, and the previous work was abandoned. Immediately brought over several people, Old Wang organized several people to go to the newspaper office. First, he handed over the thank-you letter and the letter to the Shanghai people to the editor-in-chief, asking him to quickly print out hundreds of copies, then each person took a stack and went to the riverbank to distribute them. The propaganda paintings on the blackboards in front were erased. Hurriedly copied two articles.

  Old Wang was thinking of ways to find Guo Tao and Xia Zhiqiu while ordering his subordinates to work.

  Post it! Old Wang also asked the editor-in-chief to add a piece of tofu on the middle seam with the words: "Collecting songs for the brave warriors of the Fourth Warehouse."

  Old Wang thought these two people would probably come to submit their manuscripts.

  After finishing these things, Old Wang followed a few children carrying a blackboard to the riverbank. The faces of several boy scouts on the riverbank were also bruised and their clothes were torn open. Old Wang took a closer look, weren't these the newspaper vendors?

  Old Wang had really underestimated the enthusiasm of the people. Within tens of seconds, hundreds of copies of the newspaper were snatched up. Hands reaching out from the crowd sometimes couldn't be seen clearly and grabbed the wrong things, including the Boy Scouts. Old Wang saw that it was getting out of hand. Just as he wanted to call for everyone to calm down, he discovered that he himself was in danger. Many people had already rushed towards the blackboard. If he didn't leave now, he would be crushed against the blackboard.

  Old Wang didn't realize until after the stampede incident that if you wanted to find someone to compensate you, you couldn't even find anyone. There were just too many people involved.

  Old Wang hastily applied oil to his feet and ran far away.

  Through the space-time continuum to the other side of the Earth. In London, England, Winston Churchill woke up in the middle of the night and got out of bed to read today's newspaper. Suddenly, a small article on the paper caught his attention. It was about the topic called "Chinese people making a last-ditch effort in Shanghai". After reading the report, Churchill angrily threw the newspaper to the ground and cursed: "That bastard Chamberlain, the greatest enemy of the British Empire in the Far East is Japan, who is he speaking for?!"

  But then he relaxed again, his master Chamberlain didn't think that Britain's greatest enemy in Europe was not Germany but the Soviet Union, did he?

  However, Churchill decided to do something, after all, he had been in the Far East before, and there were many people under his command. Churchill checked the communication method and decided to send a telegram to Smalley in Shanghai, telling his old subordinate what to do.

  Shanghai Smalley's official residence, the Far East commander-in-chief stationed in Shanghai is also anxious like an ant on a hot pot. Two countries are fighting at their own doorsteps, what if a bomb accidentally flies over? What to do with themselves? The military and civilians in the concession area have come to protest, especially that priest! It's really frustrating.

  I have already contacted Ishizuka Matsubara. The Japanese said that as long as the Chinese put down their weapons and allow them to retreat into the concession, they would be willing to do so. I also called Soong Tzu-wen. He said this was a military matter and he had to ask the highest authorities. But outside, shells are falling every moment!

  An aide-de-camp came in from outside and handed the general a telegram. There were only a few brief words on it.

  "A war between Japan and Britain is inevitable." - Winston Churchill

  Sima Yi saw the message from above and thought: "I know what to do." He grabbed the phone and shouted: "Order all officers above the regimental level to come to a meeting."

  Chairman Zhang had the ammunition and food delivered by noon. Just as Old Wang was thinking about how to get them across the river, the priest ran up to him with a smile. He looked down at the ammunition and said, "I just got back from the British military headquarters. The British attitude has changed. Now even if you were to drive tanks to the other side of the river, the British wouldn't care."

  Old Wang said: "Really."

  The priest nodded. Old Wang said, "Great." Just then Yang Huimin returned with the national flag. Old Wang asked, "Yang Huimin, are you good at being a flag bearer?"

  Yang Huimin did not think that such a glorious task would fall on her own head and was excited like a chicken pecking at rice.

  Old Wang brought the supplies back to the warehouse on the fourth line. Looking at the supplies sent over by the people of Shanghai, Xie Jin Yuan's face lit up like a flower.

  Xie Jin-yuan pointed at the white wine, sugar, cotton and gasoline in the supplies and asked: "What are these things for? What do we need them for?"

  Old Wang made a silencing gesture with his hand and then said, "Quickly hide the gasoline. Don't let the enemy's artillery blow it up. We'll use it to make firecrackers later."

  Xie Jin-yuan was somewhat perplexed. At this time, he was still acting like a show-off.

  Lao Wang said: "Thank you, Captain, let's start the flag-raising ceremony."

  All the staff of the Tuan Department attended this flag-raising ceremony. Xie Jin Yuan looked at the national flag rising and said excitedly: "The solemn and brilliant national flag! With you, Zhabei has its territory and sovereignty still belonging to China. I swear under your inspiration, let this glorious national flag forever fly over the ruins of Zhabei.

  That Chinese national flag is so eye-catching and radiant.

  On the rooftops, embankments and streets along the southern bank of Suzhou River, countless people suddenly saw their national flag rising high, and were deeply moved by a surge of emotions. This was not just a small national flag, but an embodiment of the unyielding spirit of a nation. People took off their hats, wiped away tears and paid respects with loud cheers: "Long live the Chinese nation! Long live! Long long live!" The cheering echoed along the banks of Suzhou River and above Zhabei.

  All the defenders, even the Japanese, could hear it. A few of them also brought a large blackboard. On it was drawn a four-line warehouse terrain map, marked with the gathering points of the Japanese army, troop strength, firepower configuration and so on. These were all seen by Chinese people from the concession area on this side of the river.

  Old Wang saw this scene from a window on the second floor and knew that this time the task of defending the warehouse and boosting morale had been completed. What was left was how to ensure that these soldiers were not disarmed like in history.