At the same time, in the Chongqing Command.

A voice of farewell to Guanying and her parents was clearly heard from the radio: "Dad, mother, my son is unfilial, I want you two old people to send you black hair. My son is here, and I kowtow to you two old people!"

After saying that, the sound of "dongdong" knocking sound came from the radio.

Hearing this voice, a faint light of tears finally appeared in the corner of Principal Chang's eyes.

Even though he was separated by a few hundred miles of void, he seemed to be able to see Company Commander Xiang Guanying kneeling in the live broadcast room and kowtowed towards his hometown.

"All good soldiers are all good soldiers!"

"I am worthy of being a student of the Central Military Academy, and I, Chang Kaishen!"

Principal Chang said a few words in his heart, then turned to He Yingpei and said, "Respect him, write down their names. When the battle in Wuhan is over, no matter whether they win or lose, they will be promoted to the third-level military rank. If they are killed, they will be given a generous pension. If they survive, they will be promoted to the regiment commander on the spot. If the 367th Brigade cannot arrange it, they will be transferred to another army for appointment!"

He Yingpei responded respectfully: "Yes!"

At this time, Xiao Bing's voice sounded again on the radio.

"After listening to what Company Commander Xiang said, my heart was broken!"

"I seemed to see the silent tears of the company commander's parents!"

"I seemed to see the heartbroken look of the company commander Xiang's lover!"

"I seemed to see the little pomegranate's chubby face and the little arms like lotus root!"

"I can't help but ask, who made Xiang's parents send black-haired men to the white-haired men? Who made Xiang's love separate from his beloved? Who made Xiao Pomegranate lose his father's love at the age of cradle? Who was it?"

"It's the Japanese! It's the Japanese! It's the evil Japanese invaders who caused all this!"

"Soldiers of Wuhan Garrison, if you don't want to see more tragedies of white-haired people sending black-haired people, if you don't want to see more tragedies of life and death, if you don't want to see more little pomegranates losing their parents in their cradles, then take up your weapons and go to fight!"

"The soldiers of the Wuhan Garrison District, use the rifles in your hands, your fists, and your teeth to tell the Japanese invaders that we will never be slaughtered. Any attempt to enslave our Chinese nation will eventually fail. Any race that wants to enslave our Chinese nation will be swept into the garbage dump of history!"

"The soldiers of the Wuhan Garrison District fight for their parents, wives and children!"

"The soldiers of the Wuhan Garrison District fight for the country and the nation!"

...

The northern suburbs of Hankou, the Japanese Army Command.

A radio is placed in front of Nianyan, Higashijiugu, and the sound of Jianghan is playing on the radio.

The Japanese translator stood beside him and translated Xiao Bing's speech into Japanese. Listening to Xiao Bing's passionate voice and the meaning of the Japanese translation, Higakuremiya Naihiko and Machijiri Yoshiki's faces collapsed little by little.

After listening to Xiao Bing's radio, they could fully imagine what kind of mental state the Chinese soldiers on the battlefield in Hankou and Hanyang would be!

If nothing unexpected happens, it must be like a chicken blood injection!

This is definitely not a good phenomenon for the Second Army!

"Baga... Yalu!" Dongjiugu Nianyan gritted his teeth and shouted, "This guy Zhong Yi has all kinds of conspiracies and means, and he is really abrupt!"

Machijiri Ryoki was silent when he heard this.

...

Higashinomiya Naihiko's worries are not redundant.

At this moment, in the Qinglong Street battlefield on Hankou Middle Road.

The 3rd Regiment of the 367th Brigade had entered the battlefield and had a fire with the Japanese army.

In high-intensity and intense street battles, the tanks, armored vehicles, large-caliber heavy machine guns, and combat artillery of both sides were quickly exhausted, and the rest was endless hand-to-hand combat!

"Brothers, for your parents, for your wife and children, rush with me!" Sun Zhi, the commander of the 7th battalion, waved a ghost-headed knife and rushed into a small alley on the right side of Qinglong Street.

"Tao changes again, Tao changes again!"

Opposite the alley, dozens of Japanese devils were howling and rushed up with bayonets.

In the blink of an eye, two groups of people collided with each other, launching a cruel battle!

"Go to die!" Sun Zhi roared and slashed hard in his hand.

The Japanese subconsciously raised the 38 large cover horizontal frame, and with a puff sound, the 38 large cover was cut into two pieces from the base of the handle. The ghost head knife was still in full swing, and it slashed hard on the right neck of the Japanese.

A huge bloody cut was instantly pulled out of the Japanese's right neck, and the carotid artery was cut off, and the blood splattered.

Sun Zhi kicked over the seriously injured and dying Japanese man, waving his ghost-headed sword to rush towards the next Japanese man. A cold light flashed, and a saber spun over from the oblique stab.

When there was no time to be discovered, Sun Zhi subconsciously raised his knife.

With just a sound of deception, the two swords collided hard, splashing a large ball of golden light!

Sun Zhi was numb and the Japanese were very strong. He looked back quickly and saw a Japanese officer standing with a saber, staring fiercely at him while standing outside two steps!

"The flag is fluttering, and the horse is fluttering!"

A singing suddenly sounded from the tweeter in the distance.

Sun Zhi suddenly felt energetic and raised his ghost-headed sword again to rush towards the Japanese officer.

"Damn the Japanese, go to death!" Sun Zhi roared loudly, holding up the ghost-headed sword and slashed it hard.

The Japanese officer's eyes narrowed, and subconsciously raised his sword to block it. With another sound of shock, the two swords collided in the air again, and a gap suddenly broke out on Sun Zhi's ghost-headed sword.

But in terms of momentum, the Japanese officers were completely suppressed.

Sun Zhi tried his best to cut all his strength and cut him randomly.

The Japanese officer was in a desperate situation and raised his sword to cover it.

After more than ten slashes, the Japanese officer could no longer block them and instantly got several consecutive blows!

One of the swords was slashing in the face of the Japanese officer, and he immediately screamed and fell to the ground!

However, Sun Zhi still couldn't relieve his hatred and continued to chop randomly with his knife. After a quarter of an hour, Sun Zhi put down the ghost-headed knife in his hand and looked down again. He saw that the Japanese officer had been chopped into meat paste by him!

Looking around again, I found that there was no living Japanese in the alley!

But there were only a few veterans left by his side, and they could barely stand!

"The flag is fluttering, the horse is slapped, the gun is on the shoulder and the knife is on the waist, and the blood is like a craze!"

Passionate singing kept coming from the street, and Sun Zhi limped to the entrance of the alley, but what he saw was the scenes that made his blood rush.

The officers and soldiers of the 7th Battalion were completely red in their eyes and did not take their lives as their lives!

"The flag is fluttering, and the horse is fluttering!" A veteran sang a song, pulled the fuse of the grenade without hesitation, and then rushed to the most dense area of ​​the Japanese with bundles of grenades.

"Good man, good man, good man serves the country today!"
Chapter completed!