We must not let the devils get what they want.
This is a criterion for Lin Dong to judge things. After dealing with Xu San several times, Lin Dong is still very sure of Xu San's ability.
In addition, I spent some time with Xiaohong this time.
He always listened to his open-mouthed brother-in-law and silent brother-in-law, which also made him a little more in awe of Xu San.
Um.
It can be regarded as a reverence for my mother's family.
Xu San also gave Lin Dong a medium-sized task. Although he did not participate directly, it could be regarded as interfering with the enemy's sight and hearing, and it also served the purpose of spying and alerting the enemy.
Time passed quickly, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.
During these three days, Xu San lived a relatively normal life.
When there are classes, I go to school. When there are no classes, I continue to guide Wang Zhenzhen in new media creation.
However, during this period, he also received some not-so-good news.
Counting the five regiments, four regiments did not complete the annihilation battle against the Japanese. The battle was extremely fierce, and in the end, both sides suffered losses and the Japanese succeeded in breaking through.
It's a bit unexpected, but it's also reasonable. It's the latter part of the first stage of the Hundred Regiment War.
Most of the troops of the Eighth Route Army fought continuously and were considered tired. In addition, they carried out sneak attacks in the early stage. Although they won a big victory, there was inevitably some pride and complacency in the team.
This failure can be regarded as a lesson learned.
Relatively speaking, Wang Zhenzhen also received a reward from the military department, and there was another related report about the victory of the Inuyang Regiment.
The person who sent the information was still the young Lieutenant Huajian. When he saw Xu San, there was a kind of cold indifference in his eyes, and Xu San also felt a vague murderous aura in him.
Xu San picked up the file that Huajian put on the table, without opening it, and asked tentatively, "Can I read it?"
"This is my teacher!" Wang Zhenzhen explained.
Huajian nodded and said coldly, "Yes, but the information inside is not allowed to be leaked before it is published in the newspaper!"
Xu San took the information given by the military department and read it carefully.
It contains details about the Inuyang Alliance's breakout.
The text is very white, there is no bloody description, it is just a straightforward narrative.
But behind this plain and even sleepy text are lives, not only the Japanese, but also our Eighth Route Army soldiers.
The battle lasted for a day and night. If Inukai had not received the order to break out, he might still have fought to the death.
The team's report was incomplete, and it obviously lacked details, such as how to deploy defenses after encountering a surprise attack, how to quickly build fortifications, and how to effectively allocate troops.
After handing the information to Wang Zhenzhen, Xu San asked, "This information seems to be missing something?"
"The rest are military secrets. You'd better not pry, otherwise you may not be as lucky as you are this time."
There is something in the words.
It was correct to think about it. Since Huajian participated in the hijacking of the train, he knew that he had killed the ninja and escaped.
The fact that they haven't caused any trouble for themselves until now means that this hijacking is shady.
I just don’t know if Lieutenant Hanama knows that the ransom money has been taken care of by Yamamoto Oriole.
Xu San smiled slightly and asked doubtfully, "What is the luck you are talking about?"
"You know it yourself!" Huajian said coldly.
Xu San was very sensible and did not provoke Huajian, who was obviously unhappy. Instead, he continued with the information in his hand and asked, "I have read the information, how do you want to write it? What kind of readers are you facing? Chinese or Japanese?"
"Of course we must write down our imperial soldiers as brave, tenacious, intelligent, and capable of defeating more with less," Huajian said proudly.
Xu San smiled, "That's right! However, the newspaper's space is limited, and this report contains many elements, so why not serialize it?"
"?!"
Huajian finally showed a hint of surprise at Xu San's proposal.
"If you want to write it clearly, it should be at least more than 30,000 words. It should be serialized for more than ten days. Moreover, this can also create a little popularity and facilitate the creation of character images."
After thinking for a few seconds, Huajian said, "I need to ask for permission on this."
"Then I'll just wait for the good news."
After Huajian left, Wang Zhenzhen asked, "Teacher, I can't write."
"Well, it's just editing. To put it simply, it's a continuation of the story. The reports you wrote can already manipulate people's hearts, and the writing is almost the same. You just stop writing at the critical moment of each chapter, giving readers a feeling of being disturbed by claws. "
Wang Zhenzhen thought about Xu San's words and didn't seem to understand.
"Teacher, I understand when you say that. You just said you would serialize it for more than ten days. How much do you write every day?"
"Two thousand words," Xu San said, touching his chin.
Near evening, Lieutenant Huajian returned again and informed Xu San that he had accepted his idea.
When I left, I also took away a manuscript written by Wang Zhenzhen, about 4,000 words, two days' worth.
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In the evening, I received a notification from Hua Zejin that the interview was scheduled for ten o'clock tomorrow morning.
With the arrival of this notice, Xu San knew.
The rescue operation was finally about to begin. After thinking about it, I made a phone call and told Wang Zhenzhen not to come to work tomorrow.
Zhao Gang's cannon shot was accurate, but if it was off target, it would be difficult to deal with it if it landed in his own house.
As for Miyako?
never mind.
She is not a compatriot with her, nor is she Xu San's wife. If she is accidentally injured, it will be such a disaster in her life.
Xu San, who was no longer worried, hid the walkie-talkie and went to the hospital.
The next day, half past nine.
Accompanied by Hua Zejin, Xu San finally met several high-ranking military police, and then they monitored him to the backyard of the hospital.
Enter my underground via an inconspicuous elevator.
The elevator kept creaking and moving tremblingly downward.
The kerosene lamp in the elevator box swayed slightly as the elevator trembled, illuminating people's faces in uncertain light and dark, making it look a bit like Cthulhu.
With a "bang" sound, the elevator stopped, and two military policemen opened the elevator door.
The light was quite bright and the air was dry, but there was just a bit of wind blowing through the corridor, which made people feel sweaty.
"This way!" the military policeman prompted, and then led Hua Zejin and Xu San to the end of the corridor one after another?
"I wonder what you call your Excellencies?" Xu San took the initiative when Mei Hua asked for something to say.
The two military policemen did not speak and focused on leading the way.
When they reached the end of the corridor, the leading military policeman took out the key and opened the cell door, and then pushed the door open.
Xu San followed and walked in, and immediately saw Shen Chunliang sitting on the bedside reading a book.
He had a bandage on his head and his face was a little pale, but there was a faint light in his eyes. (End of chapter)
