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Chapter 1534, Bloodshed(2/3)

Wang Yaowu answered slowly, but his expression was still cold.

Zhang Yong knew that his words were not convincing. Although what he said was true.

Yes, bald people don't need to do much.

He just needs to persist and not surrender to win the final victory.

No matter how bad the situation is, as long as he never surrenders, he will be rewarded.

These words were for Wang Yaowu and for the people next to him. In the end, they must have been passed to the bald man.

"If anyone is deceived and surrendered, I will be the first to kill him!" Zhang Yong said loudly.

It can also be regarded as an indirect expression of one's attitude.

Surrender is impossible. If your bald person surrenders, then he is not a commissioner.

At that time, I will kill you alone! Think about it yourself.

"Come in!"

At this time, Wu Qiwei came out.

The group turned around and entered the conference room.

Xue Yue is already inside.

Zhang Yong looked around and sat opposite Wu Qiwei.

When he shouldn't be low-key, he will never be low-key, especially today's meeting.

Xue Yue's face was also tense and very cold.

"Let's start!"

"good."

"I believe you all know that this morning, Guangzhou unfortunately fell and the head of the Fourth War Zone had been transferred to Shaoguan."

After saying that, silent.

Everyone lowered their heads. They didn't know what they were thinking.

Wu Qiwei's eyes fell on Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong thought about it and raised his hand.

I am a primary school student. I understand the rules very well. I raise my hand before speaking and speak only after being allowed.

"Commissioner Zhang, please speak."

"If I say that this is actually a good thing, will you scold me?"

Zhang Yong said slowly.

Everyone looked up immediately, their eyes were confused.

A good thing?

What is this argument?

Whitewash the peace?

"I wish to hear and see." Zhang Ruigui said slowly.

"I wonder if you have heard of my inferences before," Zhang Yong said slowly, "I have said many times that the War of Resistance will last for eight years. Now, it is the second year..."

No one speaks.

Obviously, no one believed his words.

Eight years?

You are not a god.

How do you know? Yijing? Nonsense...

If the I Ching can kill the Japanese invaders, everyone will have to work so hard?

Zhang Yong was not angry either.

Now that we talk about the eight years of the War of Resistance, others certainly think it is absurd.

Fortunately, I have three Guoguang medals. Otherwise, someone would have scolded me in person as a crazy person.

Smile and talk.

"I believe everyone has read Mr. Jiang Baili's "On National Defense"."

"I have no education, so I also asked someone to explain it. I have some ideas about this."

"I can say very bluntly that we can't beat the Japanese invaders."

"Our national strength is too weak. It's very difficult for us to even produce 75mm mountain cannons."

"However, what I learned from foreigners is that the Japanese invaders can build battleships with displacement of tens of thousands of tons."

"The displacement of tens of thousands of tons! Do you know what the concept of tens of thousands of tons?"

"During the Battle of Songhu, the Japanese invaders came with cruisers with a displacement of only 5,000 tons. The main gun caliber was 203 mm. However, once we shot, we often sacrificed all one platoon. The main gun caliber of the battleship was 460 mm.

ah!"

"What should we do? We can only endure!"

"Let the Japanese invaders bleed little by little until the Japanese invaders' blood flowed..."

Ou Zhen suddenly raised his hand.

Yes, everyone is a primary school student. They understand the rules very well.

Zhang Yong stopped talking and nodded.

"Captain of the European Army, please say."

"What if our blood flows first?"

"Then we will die."

Zhang Yong answered calmly.

Everyone looked at each other in an instant, and they were all eager to speak but stopped.

silence.

Zhang Yong touched his nose.

Alas, I really don’t have the talent of a prophet. I don’t understand language art.

If I were a mustache, I would definitely speak generously now and give everyone a bloody blow. Let them cheer up.

But I can't do it...

No. I don’t know how to do it!

Forget it. Let's prove it with practical actions.

"We will bleed the Japanese invaders now and destroy the three Japanese divisions."

"Commissioner Zhang, what are your good plans?"

"After I arrived at the battlefield, I walked around and basically understood the situation. Now, I have some ideas."

Zhang Yong stood up and came to the edge of the big map on the wall.

Pick up the red pen and draw a bunch of circles on it. Finally, make a fork in the middle.

Everyone gathered over curiously.

"This is the 75mm mountain cannon of the Japanese invaders. I have found out all of it."

"Our next target of attack is to destroy these mountain cannons of the Japanese invaders and destroy the Japanese invaders' ability to attack."

"I believe everyone knows very well that without these mountain cannons, we don't have to be afraid even if the Japanese invaders are at the city."

"It doesn't matter whether the Japanese invaders have been wiped out. But these mountain cannons must be destroyed!"

Zhang Yong put down his red pen and picked up the slender bamboo pole.

Pointing to the location of Hankou and tapping it lightly.

"Even if the Japanese invaders occupy Hankou, we have the opportunity to retake it. We can also eliminate some of the Japanese invaders."

"To be honest, if the Japanese had no mountain cannons, we would be afraid of it!"

Zhang Yong finally put down the slender bamboo pole.

Wang Yaowu immediately came forward and reached out and pressed the two circles in the lower left corner.

“Specialist, is the location correct?”

"If you make a mistake, come to me. I'll be responsible."

"Okay. I'll act immediately! Get rid of two of them!"
To be continued...
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