Anti-Japanese heroic righteousness

"That's enough!" The Chairman interrupted Staff Officer Shen with a loud growl, his eyes wide open, the veins on his forehead were all exposed, and he was obviously extremely angry.

Unexpectedly, Staff Officer Shen is really a stunned young man who is not afraid of death. Regardless of the people around him pulling his sleeves, he continued to speak with his chest up: "Committee, don't shrink your troops and stick to it, and wait for the Yunnan-Burma Highway to be smooth before making any plans. In two months, our army will face a situation where strategic materials are completely exhausted, and there is only a dead end waiting for the party-state??????"

"Shut up, mother Xipidi, you shut up! Someone, drag him out and shoot him, shoot him immediately!" The chairman of the committee was shaking with anger, fisting the table with both hands and roaring loudly.

Several guards rushed into the command post, dragged Staff Officer Shen, who was still chattering, and left. Within 2 minutes, there were two clear gunshots outside, followed by Staff Officer Shen's shouts that disappeared.

The scene of the drama silenced the headquarters, and everyone kept silent, not knowing what to say or what to do?

"What are you doing in a daze, and you haven't carried out the order of the commissioner, and called on the whole army and the whole people to resist the war?" At the critical moment, Admiral He spoke, and everyone immediately walked out of the headquarters one after another as if they had received an amnesty.

Ten minutes later, one order after another was issued from the headquarters.

Two hours later, the entire southwestern rear area exploded. Although this was not an era of news explosions, it could not withstand the wanton propaganda reports. Radio, radio, newspapers, and word of mouth spread at an astonishing speed.

On the streets of Chongqing, workers and students began to march with great momentum. Slogans such as "I would rather die than be a subjugated slave", "Fight to the death", "Do my last effort for the country and shed the last drop of blood" and other slogans were loudly shouted, and various banners It was surging like white waves.

On the streets and alleys, in the squares, you can see fundraising sites organized by representatives of workers, students, farmers and businessmen, and other people from all walks of life. The crowd spontaneously formed a long queue, one by one throwing a little leftover food and money from the usual frugality into the donation box. He gave his all for it.

In front of the donation box, an old man in his 70s and [-]s was hunched over and leaning on a cane. He was dressed in tattered clothes with no color visible. He was carrying a bundle made of sheets on his back, and he was accompanied by a seven or eight-year-old boy. The little boy, the little boy was barefoot and bare-chested, with shocking bones under his swarthy skin.Trembling, the old man opened a small cloth bag and poured all the money inside into the donation box. Although they were all small coins and coins, it was not difficult to see that this was all the old man's belongings.The little boy also took out the two eggs in his pocket, held them in his little hands for a few seconds, and put them decisively into the donation box.

"Little brother, save these two eggs for yourself. We have received your kindness. We thank you on behalf of the soldiers in front." A college student-looking girl took out the two eggs from the donation box, and put It was in the hands of the little boy.From the makeup of the old and the young, it is not difficult to see their identities, and the eggs should be smelly when they reach the front, so it is better to give this little boy some nutrition.

Unexpectedly, the little boy didn't appreciate it, and quickly put the eggs into the donation box again, and said in an almost pleading voice: "Sister, I beg you, I specially left this for my father and brother to eat, they are all here Frontline, I want you to pass it on to them, and please tell them that my grandfather, mother, and sister are fine, let them go home after killing the devils, and I miss them so much."

The little boy lowered his head as he spoke, tears flowing freely on his dirty little face.

The girl burst into tears immediately, and didn't know what to say for a while, she just nodded heavily, she knew clearly that the mother and sister the little boy was talking about were probably no longer alive, but the sensible little boy didn't want to pass the news on. tell them.

By the time the girl wiped away her tears, the grandpa and grandson had disappeared into the crowd, and in front of her was a man in his 40s with a face covered in scars and even missing an eye, leaving a deep eye socket. Even though the man was wearing a faded military uniform, he looked like a veteran, but the girl was so frightened by his appearance that she couldn't help but cover her mouth.

"Little girl, don't be afraid, it's all left by the little devils on the battlefield, here, take it, this is my donation." The middle-aged man seemed to see through the little girl's mind, smiled and took out a roll from his coat pocket. Qian, the movement of his hands and the crowding made him sway from side to side and stand unsteadily. It didn't matter, but the entire trouser leg of his left leg was also floating strangely, and he lost his closed leg.

"Ah, so much, uncle!" The girl took the money from the middle-aged man's hand, her eyes lit up. There are dozens of banknotes in this roll, and they are all ten yuan a piece. This is a lot of money. Not a small amount.

"My son's pension, he died in Burma, so much money, I have hands and feet, and there are two acres of poor land at home, enough for the family to eat, this money will be left to my son and me Comrades buy some food and drink, let them help us kill a few more little devils."

"Thank you, thank you so much!" The girl broke down in tears again, it seems that this job is quite traumatic.

"Look at you, why are you crying, what a handsome girl, how old is she? What's your name?"

"Uncle, I'm eighteen, and my name is Zhao Man."

"Okay, that's great! My kid is two years older than you. If I'm still alive, I will have no regrets in my life if I marry another handsome daughter-in-law like you." The middle-aged man said, his eyes blurred. Woke up with a sad look on his face.

Zhao Man was also clever, giggled, and said, "Uncle, why don't I ask you to be my godfather? In the future, the man I will find will be like your son, a great hero who kills little devils on the battlefield. When the time comes, I will ask him to call you daddy, and you won't have a son anymore."

"Really, girl, is what you said true?"

"Godfather!"

"Ai!"

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A few hours later, all the big and small cities in the Kuomintang-controlled area entered an unprecedented state of madness. Workers walked out of the factories, students walked out of the schools, farmers left their farm work, businessmen left their businesses, and those who had money donated money, food, and food. Donate things, donate your own people if you have no money or things, and go directly to the conscription office to sign up for the army. In a few hours, the conscription offices in various places have been overcrowded.

The fundraising campaign is not over yet, and government functional departments and representatives from all walks of life have begun to call on everyone to tighten their belts and work hard to produce. At this last moment, everyone must do their best to ensure the stability of the rear and at the same time ensure The soldiers in the front have food and clothing, let them feel confident and bold to fight the enemy with all their strength, and let them know that the [-] million people in China are right behind them.