As a general who served as a senior general in both the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, Zhang Zhizhong had a brilliant record in other battles, including the Sino-Japanese Songhu War that broke out in 1937, except for the annihilation of 3,000 Japanese troops in the "128 Songhu War of Resistance". Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Even the first prime minister of the new republic was evaluated by nothing more than the six words "patriotic general".

But on this night, Zhang Zhizhong not only showed a responsibility that ordinary people could not reach because of the sacrifice of a team of 20 members of the National Army, but also showed his military command talent that was not known to the world.

Shine in China and blind the world.

Zhang Zhizhong boldly gave up the retreating Japanese army on both wings, with all his 24,000 troops in the Miaohang area, no reserves, no rear, and even the guard regiment directly under the headquarters was sent out by Zhang Zhizhong.

This battle lasted from the early hours of the morning until noon on the next day.

After dawn, Lieutenant General Kenkichi Ueda, the commander-in-chief of the Japanese "Shanghai Incident," who was no longer able to send reinforcements on the ground, could only send fighter planes to support the Japanese troops who were still resisting.

The entire battlefield has been turned into a pot of porridge, and the earthy yellow and azure are completely mixed together. Sensei said that the remnants of the Japanese army in the encirclement were soldiers who could not find generals, and they would not find soldiers, that is, the national army, and at this time they basically lost their unified command, and they attacked every Japanese position they saw at any cost at the company and battalion levels.

It is true that an aerial bomb can kill more than a dozen people in China, but there will definitely be no fewer compatriots who accompany the burial, not to mention that the pilots do not dare to take the risk of slaughtering their compatriots, even the commander-in-chief of the Japanese forces in the Shanghai area, Kenkichi Ueda, does not dare to open his mouth, although being killed by the enemy and being killed by his own plane are both dead, but they are completely two different concepts. No matter what the outcome is, whoever dares to give this order or dare to do so will definitely stand in the dock of a military tribunal after the war.

Even if he received the "jade shattered" telegrams from the three captains of the Seventh Wing one after another, Ueda Kenkichi could only look at the wide map of Shanghai on the wall in a daze.

Ueda Kenkichi is not a bare-bones commander now, except for the 11th and 14th divisions that are still rushing to Shanghai at full speed on the sea, he still has 20,000 troops left, but the 30,000 soldiers on the opposite defense line are also eyeing him so that he does not dare to be careless, through nearly a month of war, the imaginary weak Shina army is far more tenacious than imagined. Pulling a trigger and moving the whole body, any movement in any place may lead to the rout of the whole army.

As the supreme commander of the Imperial Shanghai Dispatch Army, all Ueda Kenkichi can do now is to watch the strongest combat wing under his command being eaten little by little, but he does not dare to mobilize a single soldier.

As a result, under the watchful eyes of the planes hovering in the sky filled with bombs and shells, 24,000 Nationalist troops were drowned in the earthy yellow color that belonged to the Japanese army like a tidal wave.

The Japanese pilot, who witnessed the annihilation of his friendly forces, swooped down in frustration, shook his wings and dropped a 500-pound bomb like a fat duck laying eggs.

However, the national army that had already won the final victory and occupied the position was not a fool, and they had already found a place to hide, except for a few tunnels that were blown up and dozens of people were buried, the Japanese army's eight bombers did not achieve much success. And it was suddenly fired by the four twin Swedish Erlikon machine guns that the 88th Division had been hiding like a baby.

Relatively speaking, the devil air force did not get angry, and suffered a big loss.

Until the even more depressed Japanese planes flew away, the hidden officers and men of the Nationalist Army stepped out of their bunkers one after another, jumping, laughing, and cheering.

Yes, they are the defenders of the nation, they are the victors, they have earned the right to laugh with their blood and sacrifices. Even their generals, like them, cheered and threw their military hats with the insignia of the blue sky and white sun into the air.

This battle, compared with the great victory of more than 3,000 Japanese troops killed and wounded in time and space, directly sent the Seventh Wing to the pillar of shame in history, not only the whole army was wiped out, but even their Wing Flag and their supreme commander Lin Daba became the ashes of the fertile Chinese land, becoming the first wing in the history of the Japanese army that will not be rebuilt.

In this battle, a total of 5,432 Japanese soldiers were killed, and the surviving Japanese prisoners were not even able to assemble a platoon, only more than 20 people.

In this battle, the national army suffered a total of 1,638 casualties, and no more than 2 percent were able to return to the army after the war, and the names of nearly 1,200 people were forever written on the list of the dead.

After issuing a new deployment order, Zhang Zhizhong immediately went to the field hospital to visit the wounded soldiers, and the first stop was Liu Lang and others who were brought back by Chen Zhenxin's battalion.

What made Zhang Zhizhong extremely happy was that the remnants led by Liu Lang, excluding him and Ji Yanxue, had a total of 6 people alive, and the assault team of 28 people had a death rate of 70 percent, but compared to the results they had achieved, it was a great miracle that they were not completely wiped out.

Except for Ji Yanxue, who was unscathed, including Liu Lang, after receiving proper treatment, all the wounded were in a coma, and the energy that was hollowed out after a whole day of fierce fighting was not the main reason, and a large amount of blood loss was the biggest culprit.

"I've never seen a wounded man with so many wounds on his body survive, gunshot wounds, knife wounds, and lacerations from shrapnel from artillery shells, and it stands to reason that if it wasn't for excessive blood loss, the pain would have hurt him to death, and it's strange that when we saw him, he was still alive, and his blood pressure and heartbeat were normal." Vice President Fang of the field hospital pointed to the fat man who was bandaged like a dumpling on the hospital bed and described Liu Lang's injuries to the generals led by Zhang Zhizhong.

Unexpectedly, the supreme commander of the war zone was about to come to see this dead fat man who had three doctors stitch up his wounds for half a night, Dean Fang just took 30 seconds to temporarily make up for the fat major's condition, looking at a group of generals with serious faces, the colonel dean was worried in his heart.

This dead fat man can't be the son of the big guy in the center, otherwise, how would a group of generals who had just come down from the front line come to see him when they had nothing to do?

However, no one, including Dean Fang, will no longer worry about the critical issue of the fat man's life or death.

The fat man, who had been bandaged properly, would have outlived anyone else by sleeping, and he was now sleeping soundly, snoring so much that one almost thought it was a mortar here.

It's a talent. Anyone who has read the medical records of the fat man's medical records of eighteen knife wounds, two bullet penetrating wounds, and one shrapnel laceration will probably give birth to such a feeling.

Not to mention anything else, just looking at the fact that he has been injured so much, he can still snore so vigorously, that is a hard-wearing talent.

"Haha, Master Mao, congratulations on having such a fierce general under your command!" Yu Jishi, commander of the 88th Division, congratulated Mao Weishou, who was in a daze on the side.

"There, there." Looking at Liu Lang's familiar fat face, the expression on the face of Mao Weishou, the commander of the 61st Division, was extraordinarily wonderful.

He was familiar with that face, it was a big golden face! Just to enter the 61st Division, he contributed 10,000 oceans of military spending, and in order to get the rank of major, he contributed another 20,000 oceans.

However, it's been almost a year, why didn't I find out that this fat man is hanging like this in addition to money? While Mao Weishou was pleasantly surprised, he was still a little melancholy at the moment.