As soon as Mrs. Jiang finished speaking, many reporters present raised their hands to ask questions.
Chairman Chiang casually pointed at one of the Western reporters. The Western reporter immediately stood up and asked: "Dear Mr. Chiang and Mrs. Chiang, I am Dawei, a reporter from the British Reuters. I would like to ask, this time the whole army was wiped out on the Xuzhou battlefield.
Does the Sakagaki Division, known as the 'Steel Army' of the Japanese army, mean that the Chinese army has taken the initiative in the Sino-Japanese war? Does it mean that the Chinese army is about to launch a full-scale counterattack against the Japanese army?"
Mrs. Chiang quickly translated the British question into Chinese.
Chairman Chiang's face suddenly became solemn and he said: "What I want to tell everyone here is that although the national army achieved a great victory at Taierzhuang on the Xuzhou battlefield, the situation in the entire war of resistance is still grim. Here, I will only tell you one fact.
, the great victory of Taierzhuang was achieved by the soldiers of the national army holding bayonets and exchanging human lives for it!"
"Why use a bayonet?" David, an Englishman, shrugged and asked directly in Chinese.
"Because there are no bullets in the barrel!" Chairman Chiang said with a gloomy expression, "They can only fight with bayonets!"
"My God, the poor Chinese." David, an Englishman, suddenly turned pale and made the sign of the cross with his right hand on his chest.
"Pity?" Chairman Chiang's expression suddenly became extremely cold, and his words were sonorous and authentic, "No, we don't need anyone's mercy. Even if we only have bayonets left in our hands, we will never be afraid. As long as we are brave
Now, we will fight to the death and fight to the end. The Chinese nation will never surrender! We will never surrender!"
By the end of the speech, Chairman Chiang had raised his fist vigorously.
Next to her, Mrs. Jiang could not help but start to applaud.
Immediately, thunderous applause erupted in the entire press conference hall. Almost all foreign envoys and reporters from major media stations in Wuhan all stood up and applauded spontaneously. From Chairman Chiang's determined look and powerful words,
They clearly felt that the ancient Chinese nation was restoring its original bloody nature!
The next day, major Western newspapers all published special reports on the Sino-Japanese War under the title "Never Surrender".
Reuters special correspondent Dawei wrote: The French Emperor Napoleon once said that in the far east, there is a sleeping lion. Once it wakes up, the whole world will tremble for it! Now, the stupid Japanese are trying to
Awakening this terrible sleeping lion, I think it won't be long before they will receive the most severe punishment.
…
Hankou Pier.
An American girl with blond hair and blue eyes, as beautiful as an angel, had just stepped off the ferry. Cheers like a roaring tsunami rang out from the pier. When she looked up anxiously, she saw countless Chinese people with yellow skin and black scalp going crazy.
People rushed to the National Army Recruitment Office on the north side of the pier square, and then an even bigger wave of cheers erupted on the pier.
"Oh, God." The American girl covered her mouth in surprise and said, "Are these Chinese crazy?"
"No, they are not crazy, they are just too happy." The Chinese translator next to him shook his head and said extremely excitedly.
"Happy?" The American girl's big blue eyes suddenly became extremely bright and said, "The Chinese army won another battle?"
"Yes." A strange look suddenly appeared on the Chinese translator's face, and he said, "It was just announced on the radio that the Chinese army achieved an unprecedented victory in Taierzhuang and completely annihilated the Japanese Sakagaki Division! However, the situation of the Chinese army is not optimistic.
, the national army needs weapons and ammunition, and more importantly, a large number of soldiers. Miss Helen, I regret that I can no longer serve you."
"Mist Lee, you don't want to continue to be my translator?" the American girl said in surprise, "Why?"
"Because I have no time, and the Chinese nation has no time, I must pick up the gun immediately and fight the invaders!" The Chinese translator looked grim.
After saying that, the Chinese translator turned around and left.
"Hey, Mister Lee, wait a minute." the American girl said anxiously, "What will I do if you leave? Who will be my translator?"
"Have you seen it? There are many human-powered tricycles at the exit of the pier." The Chinese translator turned back and said, "Give him the American flag in your hand, and he will take you to the American Embassy. In the American Embassy, I miss you.
A more competent translator will be found. I'm sorry, Miss Helen, but I really don't have time. Goodbye."
After that, the Chinese translator turned around and left, but this time he never looked back.
The American girl shrugged her shoulders in distress, looked at the crowds of people on the pier, and said to herself: "I really didn't expect that the weapons of the Chinese army are so poor and the conditions are so difficult, but there are still so many Chinese people actively joining the army.
, it seems that the Chinese nation is a brave nation, and it seems to have been angered."
…
Singapore, a private house in the suburbs.
A young man wearing a student uniform, who looked to be at most seventeen or eighteen years old, put the newspaper on the table with a report on "Never Surrender" Wei, and suddenly kowtowed to the old mother in the hall, crying: "
Mom, my child is unfilial. I really can’t read this book anymore. My child wants to return to the country and become a soldier to fight the Japanese!"
The elderly mother was stunned for a moment, and tears suddenly fell from her cloudy eyes. She quickly wiped the tears on her face and asked in a trembling voice: "Son, have you really made up your mind?"
"Mom, you have told us since we were young that we are Chinese, descendants of the Yan and Huang people, and let us never forget where our roots are!" The young man suddenly raised his head and said with tears streaming down his face, "But now, our motherland is in the process of
Invaded by powerful enemies, wherever the Japanese invaders have passed, the land of China is already covered in blood. Mother, my heart is bleeding!"
"Okay, okay, you are worthy of being a descendant of my Ye family." The old mother was smiling on her face, but she was crying in her heart.
"Mom, I'm leaving." The young man once again tapped his head to the ground, kowtowed nine times to his old mother, then stood up and walked away. When he was about to leave the house, he turned back and said, "Mother, I can't
I will continue to show my filial piety to you on my knees, but I will write to my eldest brother and my second brother, asking them to come back as soon as possible and show my filial piety to you on my behalf."
After that, the young man left without looking back.
Watching the young man's figure disappear quickly, the old mother finally burst into tears. While crying, she took out four envelopes from her arms tremblingly, spread them out on the table, laid them flat, and then carefully pulled out the letter paper inside.
come out.
The first letter was sent back from the United States:
"Mom, my son is unfilial. I have completed the resignation procedures today. Tomorrow, I will return to the country. I am determined to join the army and will not expel the Japanese invaders from the country. I swear not to return home. I am unfilial. I can only ask my second brother and third brother Duoduo.
You have fulfilled your filial piety. The unfilial son, Ye Chengxian, July 9, the twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China."
The second letter was sent back from England:
"Mom, my son is unfilial and failed to complete his studies at Cambridge University. When you receive this letter, my son is already wearing a war robe, carrying a gun on his shoulder, and is fighting with the Japanese invaders on the battlefield. Mom, if I are unlucky to fight,
Death on the battlefield, please don't be sad. My son died for the country and the nation. He did not insult the ancestors of the Ye family, let alone the Yanhuang bloodline. Unfilial son, Ye Xinxian, September 26, 26th year of the Republic of China."
The third and fourth letters were both sent back from China:
"Dear Mrs. Ye, I inform you with an extremely heavy heart that your son Ye Cheng has sacrificed his life for the country on the Songhu front line. Your son is an outstanding Chinese son and daughter, an unyielding descendant of the Yan and Huang Dynasties. He is the pride of the Chinese nation and his heroic spirit.
Will always be with us, Chiang Wenzheng, October 19, the twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China."
"Dear Mrs. Ye, I regret to inform you that your son Ye Xinxian died heroically on the battlefield in Nanjing. His sacrifice and that of countless outstanding Chinese people have dealt a heavy blow to the Japanese invaders. They are the core of the entire Chinese nation.
A hero will always be remembered and paid tribute by future generations. On January 9, the twenty-seventh day of the Republic of China, Jiang Wenzheng."
"Son, you are my son first." Tears completely blurred the old mother's eyes, and she burst into tears and said, "Your eldest brother and second brother have already sacrificed their lives for the country. Mom is reluctant to let you go. If you follow me,
Your eldest brother and second brother are gone, what will you do if your mother is left alone..."
Not far away, Ye Xiaoxian knelt down again, kowtowed three times, looked up at the home where he had lived for seventeen years, then stood up and left resolutely.
…
Shanghai, the backyard of Du Mansion.
Du Yuesheng, the leader of the Youth Gang, was sunbathing. There was a declaration on the coffee table next to him. The headline on the front page was also the special report "Never Surrender".
Amidst the rapid footsteps, a young man in his twenties strode into the backyard.
"Youngest?" Du Yuesheng turned around and saw Zhao Xueting, the youngest disciple, and frowned, "Why did you come to me when you weren't watching the show in Zhabei?"
"Master." Zhao Xueting fell to his knees and said, "Let me go."
"Let's go?" Du Yuesheng's eyes flashed and he said, "Do you want to start your own business?"
"No." Zhao Xueting knocked his head on the ground and said quickly, "I don't want to stay in Shanghai anymore. I want to go to Xuzhou and join the Baoshan Brigade to fight against the Japanese and the Japanese!"
The light in Du Yuesheng's eyes slowly dissipated, but his brows furrowed again and he said: "Youngest, have you really thought about it?"
"I have already thought about it." Zhao Xueting said solemnly, "My disciple is willing to accept the gang rules, go up the mountain of swords, go down to the sea of fire, and endure three swords and six holes again!"
"Would you rather go up the mountain of swords and the sea of fire, or escape from the Qing Gang through three swords and six holes?" Du Yuesheng said coldly, "My maknae, you have to think carefully."
"I have thought about it very carefully." Zhao Xueting said without hesitation, "Master, as long as I still have breath, I must go to Xuzhou!"
After a long time, Du Yuesheng suddenly sighed softly and said, "Let's go."
Zhao Xueting raised his head in astonishment and said: "Master..."
"Come back early after fighting the Japanese." Du Yuesheng interrupted Zhao Xueting and said, "You are still my apprentice and a disciple of the Qinggang. You will always be a 'student' disciple of the Qinggang!"
"Thank you, Master." Zhao Xueting kowtowed three times to Du Yuesheng, then stood up and walked away.
Watching the young disciple's figure disappear quickly, Du Yuesheng suddenly sighed and said: "You bastard, work hard in Baoshan Brigade and don't lose the face of our Youth Gang. If master can be twenty years younger, he will definitely go with you...