Ritsu Maeda continued to scroll down.
"Insider: More than 200 Japanese invaders were killed in two days and nights!"
"Personal experience: What we brought back that night was not a cannon, but the iron bones of Chinese soldiers!"
"Revealing the secret: Is the Living King of Hell really a returned overseas Chinese? Did he really attend a military academy?"
"From the first moment I saw him, I knew this man was destined to be extraordinary and that one day he would shake the world."
Looking at these more exaggerated and disgusting titles or subtitles, Ritsu Maeda was already mentally prepared, but he couldn't help but couldn't help but his blood pressure soared. Damn it, can a little mouse shake the world?
Throwing the newspaper on the table, Maeda Ritsu said: "You can't win a war by writing articles. No matter how much the Chinese people brag in the newspaper, they can't change the result of defeat."
Masasuke Shimomura frowned and said: "It is true that newspaper articles cannot change the outcome of the war, but it is undeniable that they can have a profound impact in some aspects."
"Your Majesty, Commander, are you worried that these articles may inspire the Chinese people's enthusiasm for the war?"
"Maeda-kun, it's not possible, but it has aroused the enthusiasm of the Chinese people to resist the war. You didn't see it just now, but dozens of Chinese students were bewitched by these newspapers and articles, and actually jumped into the cold Suzhou in the middle of winter. In the river, just to swim across the Suzhou River to Sihang Warehouse to join the national army and participate in the Anti-Japanese War!"
"This is just the beginning. There will only be more and more fanatic Chinese people like this in the future."
"Is there such a thing? It seems that our political science teacher Goebbels was right. A lie told a thousand times becomes the truth. These newspapers fabricated several articles to deceive and propagandize. Those poor Chinese students He actually believed it to be true, so stupid that he swam across the Suzhou River to join the Chinese Army."
"So we must not sit idly by."
"Your Majesty Commander, this matter is actually easy to handle."
"Easy to handle?" Masasuke Shimomura couldn't help but be a little stunned, "What to do?"
Maeda Ritsu said: "Isn't it just a propaganda war? Isn't it about creating heroes? We can do it too, and we have many more heroes to choose from than the China Army."
"In the past three months of fighting, our Special Marine Corps has had many impressive achievements."
"Especially in the first phase of the battle, with only less than 3,000 troops, we withstood multiple fierce attacks by the three most elite German weapon divisions of the 9th Group Army of the Chinese Army. A large number of heroes emerged among them. Deeds.”
Shimomura Masasuke was stunned: "You mean to discover these heroic deeds and publicize them?"
"Yes, especially the heroic deeds of killing senior generals of the China Army, we must focus on exploring them."
After saying this for a while, Maeda Ritsu continued: "Even if the Chinese people cannot be completely suppressed in the public opinion war, at least a stalemate can be formed, and the Imperial Navy will not be too passive."
"Yo Xi." Shimomura Masasuke nodded happily, this method is quite good.
After all, he was a top student who had returned from studying in Germany, and his brains were better than theirs.
On the other side, Takeshita Yifeng was a little disdainful, saying that this was just a trick. Mr. Yasuda had already thought of it, but it was a pity that he died under the gun of the Living King of Hell before he had time to shape himself into the God of War.
So I still wish Maeda Ritsu good luck.
Don’t be the second Yoshida Yasuda.
…
The patriotic students who jumped into the river had already entered the waterway of Sihang Warehouse.
Hearing that another student had arrived at the water channel, Yang Deyu quickly opened the iron fence and led dozens of students, who were all wet and trembling with cold, into the west building hall.
"Lao Zhu, burn a few more bonfires."
"Lao Wu, go to the east building to get dozens of sets of military uniforms."
"You student brats, stop standing there and come over and warm yourself by the fire."
After a while, dozens of students were divided into five piles and started to warm up around the five gasoline barrels. There was a lot of charcoal and firewood piled in the gasoline barrels, and blazing flames were rising outside at the moment.
Yang Deyu asked the students to change out of their wet clothes and hang them for baking.
Yan Yan was also called down from the rooftop of the west building by Xiao Huangpao, and happened to see this scene.
"Lao Yan, so many students are here again, what should we do?" Yang Deyu was a little proud, but also a little worried.
Yang Deyu was very happy that so many students were inspired by them to join the national army, but how to arrange these students became a problem.
Yang Deyu’s views are similar to those of Yan Yan.
These students who have received higher education are a country's most valuable asset. It is a waste and a crime to waste them on the battlefield as ordinary soldiers.
If there are only a few students, it is relatively easy to arrange.
In the worst case, stay at the regiment headquarters and try to ensure safety.
But now dozens of students have arrived, and there is no way to make arrangements.
We can't just leave them all at the regiment headquarters, right? What about students coming in the future?
Yan Yan didn't hesitate at all: "After they dry their clothes, send them all back to the public concession."
"Sir, we are not going back. We risked our lives by swimming across the Suzhou River to serve as soldiers and fight the Japanese." As soon as they heard that they would be sent back to the concession, those students immediately became anxious.
"No, war is not about romance, nor is it about poetry and distant places." Yan Yan shook his head decisively.
Not only is it not easy to cultivate an intellectual in this era, but also because there is not enough time and opportunity to train these students into veterans.
This is the Sihang Warehouse, and both the west and north sides are full of Japanese.
The little devil only temporarily suspended the attack and did not give up the attack.
Maybe there will be a fight tomorrow, or even tonight.
Once a fight breaks out, no one will care about the lives of these students.
The young people who came yesterday had seven Japanese soldiers to show their courage, so they should be more relaxed.
But the young people who came today did not receive this treatment, because Yan Yan had been observing on the rooftop of the west building for a long time and could not find even a single Japanese sentry in the ruins on the west and north sides.
Obviously, the Japanese learned to behave after suffering losses.
So once the war resumes, these students will be the first to die.
Yan Yan did not want these young students with higher education to die in vain in Sihang Warehouse.
If they were just ordinary young people, they would just accept it. If the nation wants to survive, someone must sacrifice.
But intellectuals cannot do that. These intellectuals carry the inheritance or fire of Chinese civilization. As long as the scholars are there, the poems and books are still there, and the Chinese civilization is still there!
After a pause, he said harshly: "Lao Yang, get them some food. It's so late, they must be hungry. Don't let these students go back hungry."
"Yes!" Yang Deyu responded, "I'll make arrangements right away."
At this time, a student suddenly came out and said: "Sir, no one else cares, but I have to stay, because letting me stay will be of great use to you!"
"You?" Zhu Shengzhong muttered, "What's the use?"
The student said: "I studied architecture in the UK and visited many famous fortresses in Europe with my tutor. My graduation project was also about fortress design."
"Just now I saw cement wrapping paper in the corner of the hall."
"If I guessed correctly, there should be cement in the Sihang Warehouse, which is cement."
"As long as there is cement and steel bars, I can help you design a strong bunker."
After talking about this for a while, the student said again: "You might as well imagine that one day the Japanese went to great lengths to break into the west building of Sihang Warehouse, only to find that they were greeted by several bunkers, and The firing holes of these bunkers can also form crossfire without leaving any blind spots. How desperate will the Japanese be?"
"You know a lot?" Zhu Shengzhong was stunned by what the student said, and then curled his lips and said, "But it's no use, the cement in the warehouse has long been used up, and there is no steel bar, so there is no use for you to stay. "
"Ah?" When the student heard this, his face suddenly showed a look of extreme disappointment.
Yan Yan became interested instead and asked, "What's your surname and your name?"
The student quickly said: "Sir, my name is Chen Mingde, Ming Mingde Mingde."
"Okay, you stay." Yan Yan nodded, and then said, "Send the others back."
Upon hearing this, other students refused to agree. Why? Why can Chen Mingde stay? Do we have to go back? Do we need to treat them differently when fighting against Japanese aggression and Japanese aggression? Not like that, sir.
Yan Jun pulled out the bayonet from Zhu Shengzhong's waist and said, "You can stay if you want. There are several corpses of Japanese soldiers in the first floor hall of the east building. You can stay as long as you take the bayonet and stab the Japanese ten times. But If you can’t do that, you can dry your clothes later and then go back and forth from wherever you are after having a late-night snack.”
After hearing this, all the students were eager to give it a try.
Zhu Shengzhong took these students to the east building hall.
It's serious but I didn't follow the past and look at it. I can guess the result without looking at it.
Of these dozens of students, no more than ten should be able to pass the assessment.
The psychological barrier of stabbing someone with a knife at close range is not so easy to overcome.
Even if it's just a dead person, it's still a test of psychological quality.
