Wang Dayong stayed up all night, and his eyes were red and swollen when he woke up in the morning.
Yes, Wang Dayong cried last night. When he heard Shan Wazi's low cry on the radio, he felt that his heart was being torn apart by something, which made him almost suffocate in pain.
The baby's sobs reminded him of his mother, and then of his troubled motherland.
As the editorial director of Ta Kung Pao, Wang Dayong suddenly felt that he should do something.
Therefore, as soon as he went to work, Wang Dayong knocked on the office of Chief Editor Zhang Jizuo. To Wang Dayong's expectation, Zhang Jizuo actually recorded last night's battlefield voiceover with a gramophone and was listening to it over and over again. Wang Dayong knocked on the door
When I opened the door, the broadcast was coming to an end, and the announcer announced the sad news of Shan Wazi's death.
Wang Dayong wanted to speak, but Zhang Jizuo stopped him.
Zhang Jizuo took off his myopia glasses, took out his handkerchief and wiped his eye sockets, and said: "Dayong, I know what you want to say, and what you want to say is exactly what I want to say. As a journalist
, we must do something for our heroes, we cannot let them shed blood and tears."
Wang Dayong clenched his fists hard and said, "Brother Ji Zuo said it well. We should indeed do something for the frontline soldiers. The question is, what should we do?"
"Two things!" Zhang Jizuo said in a deep voice, "The first thing is to immediately send people to Weinan to find Shanwazi's mother. In addition to telling her the bad news about her son, we also need to send her the money distributed by the National Government.
The pension for the government cannot be less than five hundred yuan per cent. We can advance the money, but the National Government must keep its word."
"I'll go in person!" Wang Dayong said, "I'll leave shortly."
"The second thing." Zhang Jizuo added, "Immediately send out reporters and editors, go to the streets, interview vendors, citizens, students, interview everyone who is willing to be interviewed, record their voices as much as possible, and then find a familiar broadcaster
Taiwan, send these voices to the frontline soldiers, let them know that they are not fighting alone, behind them is the rear, behind them is the motherland, and 450 million compatriots are with them!"
"I understand." Wang Dayong nodded and said, "I'll make arrangements right away."
The editorial staff of the "Ta Kung Pao" newspaper acted quickly and rushed to the streets.
However, the college students gathered in Wuhan at this moment had already taken action.
The Zhongshan Square on Jianghan Road was already crowded at the moment, with no less than a thousand people gathered, and most of them were college students who had come after hearing the news. Each of these college students were full of energy and passion, even if they were hungry,
They still cannot suppress their patriotic enthusiasm.
Whenever a nation is in danger, the first ones to stand up are always their youth!
A young student wearing myopic glasses stood on the steps and gave a speech at the top of his lungs: "Students, China is so big that there is no room for a desk. The Japanese invaders are trying to destroy our country and nation, destroy our culture, and try to
Can we agree to uproot our long-established Chinese civilization?"
"cannot!"
"cannot!"
"cannot!"
All the students who heard the speech shouted in unison.
"Yes, we can't, we can't agree, we will never agree!" The student with glasses waved his arms vigorously and continued to shout at the top of his voice, "Students, our soldiers are here to protect our country, our nation, and our civilization.
, we are fighting bloody battles with little Japan on the front line, can we just sit back and watch?"
"cannot!"
"cannot!"
"cannot!"
More students joined in the shouting.
In the distance, more students are swarming towards us.
Wu Qian and Liang Yixiao were also among these enthusiastic students, running forward.
"Yes, we can't, we can't!" The student with glasses shouted until his voice became hoarse, but he still shouted in a hoarse voice, "Students, don't hesitate any more, and you can't hesitate anymore. Sign up to join the army immediately. We must immediately
Go to the front line and work with our soldiers to protect this country, this nation, and Chinese civilization. We want the frontline soldiers to know that they are not fighting alone. There are people behind them! Who is behind them?!"
"us!"
"us!"
"us!"
Almost all the students present went crazy.
The bespectacled student waved his hand again and shouted to the sky: "Go, join the army! Fight the Japanese!"
"Join the army! Fight the Japanese!"
"Join the army! Fight the Japanese!"
"Join the army! Fight the Japanese!"
Thousands of students instantly gathered into a torrent and surged towards the recruitment office set up outside the gate of Zhongshan Park. The originally empty recruitment office was immediately overcrowded.
The editorial girl sent by Ta Kung Pao seized the opportunity to interview the male student with glasses who just gave a speech: "This classmate, we are the editors of Ta Kung Pao. We are recording letters from the rear. We want to send a message to the anti-war soldiers who are fighting bravely on the front line. May I ask?
Is there anything you want to say to the soldiers on the front line?"
There was a flash of light in the boy's eyes behind the lens, and he said: "Please tell the soldiers on the front line to take it easy no matter what, and don't kill all the little devils. Otherwise, when I join the army, I will
There are no Japanese to kill on the front line, how boring and uninteresting would that be?"
"Okay, we will definitely convey it to you." Before the interviewer finished speaking, he saw that the boy was about to leave and quickly asked, "This classmate, haven't you asked your name yet?"
"Song Wen." The boy with glasses did not look back, but left a tall figure behind.
The editorial girl looked at the tall boy with glasses, and her pretty face suddenly turned slightly red.
However, the editorial girl quickly put away her strange thoughts and continued to look for the next target.
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He Guangming strode into the headquarters from the bombed-down door with overwhelming anger.
The two guards standing guard tried to stop him, but He Guangming pushed him away without explanation.
"Get away!" He Guangming pushed the guards away. Seeing the blood all over He Guangming's body and the anger on his face, the two guards no longer dared to step forward to stop him.
He Guangming drove straight in and came directly to the door of Xu Rui's office.
At this time, a tall figure blocked He Guangming.
"Get out of the way!" He Guangming raised his head and stared at Lei Xiang coldly.
Lei Xiang lowered his head and looked at He Guangming with the same cold eyes, but did not move away.
"I told you to get out of the way!" He Guangming spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and said word by word, "Get out of the way!"
Lei Xiang was unmoved, just looking down at He Guangming coldly, while his right hand quietly reached for the box cannon on his waist.
Just when the two were about to have a conflict, Xu Rui's voice sounded in the room: "Leizi, let him in."
Lei Xiang stepped aside and let He Guangming into the office.
He Guangming entered Xu Rui's office, slammed his pistol on the big table, and then sat down on the mahogany sofa opposite Xu Rui.
"This battle can't be fought!" He Guangming said angrily.
He Guangming has reason to be angry. Yesterday plus today, his 1st Battalion has been holding on to the east of the city for forty-eight hours. More than 300 officers and soldiers have been beaten to less than 80 people. Three company commanders: Yao Lei, Gao Chu
Zhu Chen and Zhu Chen were all wounded, but Xu Rui still refused to replenish the 1st Battalion's troops.
So much so that some people wondered whether Xu Rui wanted to use their 1st Battalion as cannon fodder.
After all, their 1st Battalion did not come from the temporary 79th Division, but was integrated from the 180th Division. They are not Xu Rui's direct descendants in any case. According to the usual style of the National Army, Xu Rui's behavior is completely
It makes sense that if it were He Guangming and Xu Rui, he would probably choose this way.
Xu Rui looked at He Guangming from behind the big table and remained silent for a long time.
After a long while, Xu Ruicai said: "Old He, do you think I am using your 1st Battalion as cannon fodder and intending to use the hands of the little devil to consume you?"
He Guangming snorted and didn't answer. Not answering was acquiescence.
"It seems that you really think so." Xu Rui said, "Old He, you think of me too narrowly."
He Guangming then said: "I didn't think so much. I just don't understand. There are clearly a regiment of supplementary soldiers, why can't we add some manpower to our 1st Battalion?"
Xu Rui said in a deep voice: "It's not the time yet."
"Not before the time?" He Guangming said sadly, "Captain, our 1st Battalion is almost exhausted! If you don't add more manpower to our 1st Battalion, tomorrow, only I, the battalion commander, and Xiaoyao and the other three will be left.
If we fight back, maybe we don't have to wait until tomorrow. If the Japanese attack again at night tonight, all our brothers will be wiped out."
"I know, I know it's difficult for you." Xu Rui said, "But now is really not the time."
He Guangming smiled miserably and asked excitedly: "Then I have to ask, when is the time?"
Xu Rui said: "When the officers and soldiers of the Wanzhong Advance Brigade are ready, I will naturally let them go."
"Be prepared?" He Guangming asked anxiously, "Captain, I don't understand. What is there to prepare for?"
"What are you ready for?" Xu Rui said, "It's not like you haven't seen these recruits from the Wanzhong Advance Brigade. These recruits didn't touch guns or even knives before joining the army. We expect them to wear them.
Just by wearing a military uniform, do you expect them to become soldiers after just a few days of standing in line? Don’t be naive!”
He Guangming was silent, because what Xu Rui said was indeed reasonable.
These recruits of the Wanzhong Advance Brigade were basically farmers before joining the army. It is a dream to expect that wearing military uniforms can turn these honest farmers into soldiers! To become a qualified soldier, not only strict training is required, but also
What's more, they need to withstand the cruel temper of actual combat. These recruits of the Central Anhui Advance Brigade are still far from good.
However, after thinking about it, He Guangming was still a little unconvinced and said: "Aren't all of us here as new recruits? Didn't I understand everything when I first joined the army? After a few battles, wouldn't I know everything?"