As Liu Ruolan narrated, the reporters present were shocked one after another.
After all, the Japanese 6th Division can be said to be the biggest sufferer of the Central Party Headquarters Teaching Corps.
The only regiment-level units that were annihilated by them were the engineering regiment and the cavalry regiment, while the artillery regiment was beaten to a semi-crippling state.
In other words, all the technical arms of the Japanese 6th Division have ceased to exist in name only, and now even senior officers including the chief of staff and division commander have been killed one after another.
At this time, even if most of the reporters present are literati who don't understand military affairs, they at least know the common sense of killing you while you are sick.
However, these big guys in the Military Commission ignored the opportunity to take advantage of the situation to attack the Japanese invaders. Instead, they easily believed in the Japanese army's peace negotiation proposal like a three-year-old child. Binding one's own hands and feet but allowing the enemy to encircle and suppress one's own friendly forces, this kind of brain-dead behavior that only occurs in novels and novels, appeared before our eyes, and appeared in the Peiping branch of the Military Commission representing the Northern Supreme Command of the Republic of China.
This shows what?
conspiracy!
Only due to some unknown human factors, it is possible to do such a thing that hurts relatives and makes enemies happy.
This is an obvious plan to kill someone with a borrowed knife.
Which big boss of the Central Party Headquarters Instruction Corps offended the Peiping Branch of the Central Military Commission to do such a shameful thing despite the disapproval of the world.
Could it be the principal from Nanjing?
It makes sense when you think about it!
Besides the principal, who else could let General He of the Peking Military Commission do such an outrageous thing?
After Liu Ruolan's speech, she answered several reporters' questions.
When a reporter asked how she knew so much inside information and achievements of the Central Party Headquarters Teaching Corps, Liu Ruolan's slightly tired fair face suddenly gave off an inexplicable luster.
Her eyes flashed, and she said with a proud smile: "Because my lover is one of them. He is still fighting with them and fighting the Japanese invaders. They can sacrifice themselves on the battlefield to resist foreign enemies, but they cannot Died in the conspiracy of his own people."
As soon as the press conference ended, the reporters dispersed like a hornet's nest and rushed outside without stopping.
Even the waiters at the entrance of the Jianguo Hotel were dumbfounded. They didn't expect that these literary reporters, who usually pay attention to being polite and steady, could actually run so fast. Could it be that there was a monster in the hall?
There is no way, today's news can be said to be a series of bombshells, even more than all the inside stories these reporters have heard in a year combined, and all of them are bombshells.
Go back quickly, edit and publish the supplement, not only for the benefit of the newspaper, but also for the heroes who are still fighting bloody battles against the Japanese invaders.
It is necessary to expose it to the society, put pressure on the government, and rescue these unknown heroes from the siege of the Japanese invaders.
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"Selling newspapers and selling newspapers, the inside story of the armistice on the front line of the Great Wall..."
"Selling and selling newspapers, the Peking Military Commission framed Zhongliang and betrayed the anti-Japanese heroes..."
"Selling newspapers and selling newspapers, the glorious anti-Japanese course of the Central Party Headquarters Teaching Corps..."
"Selling newspapers, the tragic love affair between the legitimate daughter of the Liu family and the anti-Japanese hero..."
On April 16, newspapers in several major cities across China created a sales miracle.
In just one morning, all newspapers, whether they were tabloids or famous newspapers, were sold out, and all newspapers were working overtime to publish supplements. Especially in Taiyuan and Nanjing, it was hard to get a newspaper.
In the streets and alleys of Taiyuan, many young people dressed as students and literati-looking people were reading newspapers aloud to the illiterate people at the bottom who had gathered together.
When hearing about the achievements of the Central Party Headquarters Teaching Corps and the Jin Army Model Brigade, people kept cheering and running around applauding.
Common people like them don't know who the Central Party Headquarters Teaching Corps is, but in their minds, anyone who dares to kill the Japanese is a hero.
And the Model Brigade is their disciples and people from their hometown. Every time the Model Brigade won a battle and every time they killed a little Japanese, they felt proud and relieved.
It proves that the sons of Shanxi are indeed the men of Yanzhao, they have not lost the blood passed down from their ancestors, and they are all heroes.
At noon, Qingjing Bookstore, Taiyuanfu West Road.
In the back room of the bookstore, Peng Feng and Xia Boyan were smoking and discussing things.
"Lao Peng, I can report your proposal to the superiors, but it's hard to say whether I can agree to it. After all, this is an internal matter of the enemy."
"Lao Xia, I don't like hearing this anymore. Everyone has a share in the external resistance war. How can this be an internal matter of the enemy? Do we not have the responsibility to resist the war?"
"Besides, hasn't Yangtou paid us enough attention in recent years? In our hometown, don't we also have the guiding spirit of uniting all forces that can be united? Now that Yangtou is being framed by the White Army, it is we who are lending our help. When we get our hands on him, maybe we can use this to win him over to our camp in the future.”
"This is both private and public, and we must all take action. What's more, we can take advantage of the shady stories revealed by the newspapers this time to make a good article and severely damage the enemy's arrogance."
Looking at Peng Feng who was a little excited, Xia Boyan sighed softly in his heart. How could he not know about these situations, but now is really not the time!
"Lao Peng, I understand these truths even if you don't tell me. If this was the case two years ago, we should have helped, but isn't there a movement to suppress it in my hometown now? I'm worried about you!"
"I'll tell you the truth, you have to be mentally prepared."
Having said this, Xia Boyan glanced at Peng Feng with some worry and said softly: "Recently, there is news that the higher-ups are going to send people to investigate you, just for the matter of Sheep Head. If you come out to run for him at this time, you are not going to do anything for him." Has anyone given up the truth?"
"Alas! Lao Peng, I have violated discipline by saying this to you today. Don't you understand?"
Peng Feng couldn't help but be startled after hearing this, and then his head was buzzing, and a mixture of bitterness and confusion arose in his heart.
Of course he knows what is happening in his hometown now, and he also knows the possible consequences if he proposes to his superiors at this time to launch a student demonstration to support the teaching corps that is fighting alone.
But after actually hearing the news, he was still shocked.
Seeing Peng Feng's painful look, Xia Boyan sighed and said: "Old Peng, let's forget it at this time. Don't take personal emotions about the investigation that is about to begin. Trust the organization and your superiors."
