One man's resistance against Japan, I mobilized a million people to aid Shanghai.

Nanjing, Presidential Palace.

The night had not yet completely faded, and only a sliver of dawn appeared on the eastern horizon.

However, the presidential palace was brightly lit, and the atmosphere was oppressive and desperate.

Since the Japanese troops landed at Hangzhou Bay, he had heard no good news, only endless bad news.

The defeat was like a landslide, as if the entire Nationalist army had been utterly routed, its nation doomed and its people exterminated.

The people around him, including Gu Zhutong, Dai Li, and Tang Shengzhi, kept their heads down and didn't dare to say a word.

Everyone knew that the Battle of Shanghai had been a complete failure, and now was no longer the time to think about Shanghai, but rather what to do about Nanjing.

Just when the atmosphere reached its most suffocating point, a young confidential secretary, clutching a newly translated telegram tightly in her hand, rushed rapidly toward the office.

Overwhelmed with excitement, his hands trembled slightly, his face beamed with ecstasy, and tears streamed down his face involuntarily.

He didn't even have time to straighten his uniform; he practically tumbled and crawled into the office.

"Great news!!"

His voice was hoarse and trembling with sobs.

The confidential secretary was so excited that he was incoherent, and he held the telegram high with both hands.

"Yang Yong, commander of the 3rd Regiment of the 108th Division, has successfully launched a surprise attack on Chuanjiangkou. This is an urgent telegram from Chuanjiangkou!!"

"What?!"

These words shocked everyone present.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the confidential secretary in disbelief.

Ignoring all decorum, I quickly browsed through the pages under the dim light of the table lamp.

His gaze was initially skeptical, but as the shocking words on the telegram came into view, his breathing became heavy, and his hand holding the telegram began to tremble uncontrollably.

"A thousand-mile raid, a bloody battle with the enemy at the mouth of the Chuanjiang River!"

"Deputy Division Commander Chen Hucheng died a heroic death, and the soldiers fought to the death and never retreated. Last night, they captured the heavily guarded Japanese naval base at Chuanjiangkou."

"At the same time, Wang Lei led the main force of the 108th Division to annihilate the 99th Brigade of the enemy's 3rd Division in the Baihegang area."

"Then we were attacked from both sides by the Japanese Third and Thirteenth Elite Divisions. We fought a bloody battle all day long. Our soldiers fought with their lives and severely damaged the enemy's elite troops. We held back the main force of the two Japanese divisions, preventing them from pursuing our retreating troops to the west."

With a "thump," his legs went weak, and he slumped back into the chair.

He gripped the telegram tightly, as if he wanted to crush it.

He raised his head and looked at the dumbfounded Gu Zhutong, Tang Shengzhi and the others. His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but he was speechless for a moment. Only hot tears welled up in his eyes.

His heart was in turmoil, like a drowning person who grabbed onto a piece of driftwood and escaped death.

"Hahaha, hahaha, it's true, it's actually true!"

"Charging in and out of the midst of ten thousand troops seven times, he truly is the Zhao Zilong of our Party and country!!"

Gu Zhutong took it and quickly glanced at it. His expression went from confusion to shock, then to extreme horror, and finally turned completely red.

Upon seeing this, He Yingqin quickly asked, "What does this say? What is it? Tell me!"

"A complete fantasy! Capturing an entire fleet...and even killing Matsui Iwane?!"

"This...this is simply...a legend! A legend in the history of warfare!"

He Yingqin snatched the telegram and joined Tang Shengzhi, Bai Chongxi, and others to watch it.

In an instant, the entire office erupted into chaos.

"Annihilating an enemy brigade, holding off two divisions... raiding a hundred miles, capturing a fortress, taking a fleet prisoner, and beheading the enemy commander... each and every one of these feats is an unparalleled achievement!"

Bai Chongxi slapped his thigh, his face beaming with excitement, all traces of his previous dejection gone.

"Now all of this has come together in the hands of one person, one division! There has never been such a battle in history, neither in ancient nor modern times, neither in China nor abroad! Absolutely not!"

"Zhao Zilong! This is the real Zhao Zilong of Changshan! His seven charges in and out of Changban cannot compare to even a fraction of this feat!"

Tang Shengzhi's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "The 108th Division is truly a pillar of the nation!"

The entire command headquarters, which had been in a lifeless abyss of despair just minutes before, was instantly ignited by this "spiritual nuclear bomb" and plunged into a frenzy of ecstasy.

After the initial excitement, a vibrant scene unfolded, as if the dead had been brought back to life.

"Order!"

"The 108th Division is hereby promoted! Effective immediately, the former 108th Division is expanded into the 108th Army of the National Revolutionary Army and awarded the honorary title of Zhao Zilong Army!"

"Wang Lei is appointed Lieutenant General and Commander of the 108th Army! Yang Yong is appointed Deputy Commander and concurrently Commander of the First Fleet of the Navy, and awarded the rank of Lieutenant General!"

"I order Yang Yong to immediately lead the captured ships to reinforce the defense line at the mouth of the Chuanjiang River. The 108th Division is to return to Nanjing immediately for reorganization. I will personally award them medals! All officers and soldiers must learn from the spirit of the 108th Army!"

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"The Zhao Zilong Army has emerged from nowhere! Heroic division commanders Wang Lei and Yang Yong have created a miracle in war!"

"The Japanese pirates are terrified!"

Newspapers were snapped up, and the newsboys' voices became hoarse from shouting.

On the streets, strangers shared the good news with each other, and many were so excited that they shed tears, spontaneously beating drums and setting off firecrackers.

The newly appointed commander-in-chief of the Shanghai Expeditionary Army ordered the Fourth Fleet Navy Commander Kiyoshi Hasegawa to set sail immediately and advance towards the mouth of the Chuanjiang River, determined to annihilate this small Nationalist army unit.

At the same time, Zhu Yong was also mobilizing the Third Fleet to head south in search of the main force of the Japanese Fourth Fleet for a decisive battle.

A decisive naval battle is about to erupt.