At the same time, in the Chongqing High Command.

Xiang Guanying's voice saying goodbye to his parents came out of the radio clearly: "Father, mother, my son is not filial, I want you two old white-haired people to send black-haired people, my son is here, kowtow to your two elders!" ”

After speaking, there was a sound of "knock knock" on the radio.

Hearing this voice, the corners of Principal Chang's eyes finally filled with faint tears.

Even though it was hundreds of miles away from the void, he seemed to still be able to see Xiang Guanying's company commander kneeling in the live broadcast room and kowtowing in the direction of his hometown.

"They're all good soldiers, they're all good soldiers!"

"It is worthy of being a student of the Central Military Academy, and it is worthy of being a student of my Chang Kaishen!"

Principal Chang silently recited two sentences in his heart, and then turned back to He Yingpei and said: "Respectfully, write down their names, and when the battle of Wuhan is over, no matter whether they win or lose, whether they survive or not, they will all be promoted to the third-level rank, if they are killed, they will be given generous compensation, and if they survive, they will be promoted to regiment commander on the spot, and if the 367 Brigade cannot be arranged, they will be transferred to other units for appointment!" ”

He Yingpei replied respectfully: "Yes! ”

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

"After listening to the words of the company commander, my heart is broken!"

"I seem to see the company commander's parents crying silently!"

"I seem to see the appearance of Xiang Company Commander's lover's liver and intestines!"

"I seem to see the little pomegranate fleshy little face, and the little arms like lotus roots!"

"I can't help but ask, who made the company commander send a black-haired man to the white-haired man of the company commander's parents? Who made Xiang Company Commander and his beloved part? And who made the little pomegranate lose his father's love at an infant age? Who is it? ”

"It's Japanese! It's a little devil! It was the evil Japanese invaders who caused all this! ”

"Soldiers of the 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 lose their parents in infancy, then pick up your weapons and go to fight!"

"The soldiers of the Wuhan Garrison, with the rifles in your hands, with your fists, and with your teeth, tell the Japanese aggressors that we will never allow anyone to slaughter us, that any attempt to enslave our Chinese nation will eventually fail, and that any race that wants to enslave our Chinese nation will be swept into the garbage heap of history!"

"The soldiers of the Wuhan garrison, for the sake of their parents, for their wives and children, let's fight!"

"Soldiers of the Wuhan Garrison, for the sake of the country and the nation, fight!"

……

Northern suburbs of Hankou, headquarters of the Japanese army.

A radio was placed in front of Higashikurenomiya Tsuhiko, and the voice of Jiang Han was playing on the radio.

The Japanese translator stood next to him, translating Xiao Bing's speech into Japanese, listening to Xiao Bing's impassioned voice, listening to the meaning of the words translated by the Japanese translator, the faces of Higashikunomiya Twisthiko and Machijiri Liangji fell little by little.

After listening to Xiao Bing's broadcast, they could fully imagine what kind of mental state the Chinese soldiers on the battlefields of Hankou and Hanyang would be at this time!

If nothing else, it must be like being beaten with chicken blood!

This is by no means a good phenomenon for the Second Army!

"Yaga...... Yaru! Dongjiu Gong Tsuhiko gritted his teeth and roared, "Zhong Yi, this guy, all kinds of conspiracy methods are really endless, it's really endless!" ”

Machijiri was silent when he heard this.

……

Higashikurenomiya's worries were by no means superfluous.

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

The 367 Regiment of the 3rd Brigade had entered the battlefield and engaged the Japanese in fire.

In the high-intensity and high-intensity street fighting, the technical arms of both sides, such as tanks, armored vehicles, large-caliber heavy machine guns, and anti-aircraft guns, were quickly exhausted, and what remained was endless white-knuckle warfare!

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

"Tao times change, Tao times change!"

On the other side of the alley, dozens of devils also howled and rushed up with bayonets.

In the blink of an eye, two groups of people collided together and launched a brutal stab!

"Die!" Sun Zhi roared, and the ghost head knife in his hand slashed down fiercely in the air.

The devil subconsciously lifted the 38 big cover horizontal frame, only to hear a poof, the 38 big cover was cut into two from the root of the grip, and the ghost head knife was inexhaustible, and it was slashed on the right neck of the devil.

The devil's right neck was instantly pulled out of a huge bloody hole, and the carotid artery was also severed, and the blood splattered.

Sun Zhi kicked the seriously injured and dying devil over, brandished the ghost head knife and rushed to the next devil, the cold light flashed, and a saber spun from the oblique stab.

When there was no room for it, Sun Zhi subconsciously raised his knife.

Just listened to the sound, the two knives slammed together, splashing a large ball of golden light!

Sun Zhihu's mouth was numb, the devil had a lot of strength, and when he looked back hurriedly, he saw a devil officer holding a saber, standing two steps away and glaring at him fiercely!

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

Singing suddenly rang out from the loudspeakers in the distance.

Sun Zhi suddenly perked up, and once again raised the ghost head knife and rushed towards the devil officer.

"Little devil of dog day, give Lao Tzu to die!" Sun Zhi roared loudly, holding the Ghost Head Knife and slashing down.

The devil officer's eyes froze, and he subconsciously raised his knife to block, and with another sound, the two knives collided in the air again, and a gap instantly collapsed on Sun Zhi's ghost head knife.

But in terms of momentum, the devil officer was completely suppressed.

Sun Zhi tried his best to slash indiscriminately.

The devil officer stumbled left and right, desperately raising his knife to block.

After more than a dozen knives, the devil officer couldn't cover it anymore, and he was stabbed several times in an instant!

One of the knives was slashed at the face of the devil officer, and he immediately screamed and fell to the ground!

Sun Zhi was still unable to understand his hatred, holding the knife and continuing to chop, after a full quarter of an hour, Sun Zhi put down the ghost head knife in his hand, and then looked down, only to see that the devil officer had been chopped into meat by him!

Looking around again, I found that there was no longer a living devil in the alley!

But beside him, only a few veterans of Liao Liao were still able to barely stand!

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

The impassioned singing kept coming from the street, and Sun Zhi limped to the alley, but what he saw was the scene that made his blood flutter.

The officers and soldiers of the 7th battalion have completely killed red-eyed and do not take their lives seriously at all!

"The flag is fluttering, the horse is Xiao Xiao!" A veteran sang a song, pulled the fuse of the grenade without hesitation, and then held a bundle of grenades and rushed to the densest place of the devils.

"Good man, good man, good man to serve the country today!"

Another veteran sang and pulled the fuse of the explosive bag without hesitation.