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

Wuxi, the temporary headquarters of the 15th Group Army.

Chen Cheng had already gotten used to bad news.

The staff officer didn't read it aloud, but instead shoved the telegram directly into Chen Cheng's hand. "Commander-in-Chief, look for yourself, this is good news, fantastic news!! Hahaha!"

Chen Cheng glanced at it in confusion, but his gaze was instantly fixed on the words "good news" at the beginning of the telegram.

He quickly glanced at it, initially puzzled, then his brow furrowed.

When he saw the great victory, he gasped sharply, his mouth agape as if someone had grabbed his neck.

"Is...is this real?!"

After a long while, Chen Cheng finally exclaimed, leaning close to his eyes to carefully read each word and sentence, his lips moving unconsciously.

"Annihilate the enemy...capture the fleet... kill Hasegawa Kiyoshi... reverse the tide of battle... seize control of the Yangtze River estuary..."

He looked at it three times, his expression shifting from exhaustion to astonishment, then to utter shock. Finally, he slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly. The force of his movement caused the teacup on the table to fall to the ground and shatter.

"Hahaha, hahaha! The 108th Division, no, the 108th Army, truly lives up to its name as Zhao Zilong's army! Seven charges in and out, he's simply a raging dragon in the river!!"

"They're the ones at the mouth of the river! They're the ones on the Izumo! And now this Fourth Fleet... it's still them! Are they... are they human or gods?!"

"My 150,000-strong army was being routed on land, yet he managed to win battle after battle at sea, defeating two Japanese fleets?! This...this is simply...unbelievable!!"

The staff officers around him were all dumbfounded when they heard his words.

Seeing their reaction, Chen Cheng immediately waved the telegram in his hand, almost shouting:

"Did you hear that?! Did you all hear that?!"

After a brief silence in the command post, thunderous cheers erupted.

The Japanese fleet's naval guns were devastating; each fleet of 15,000 men couldn't withstand seven days of bombardment, with over a thousand dying each day from the shelling alone.

Such intense artillery fire had long since instilled psychological trauma in the Nationalist army.

Now that the Japanese fleet has been destroyed and captured by the 108th Army, the 108th Army can provide support in the future and let the Japanese taste the power of giant cannons.

"Quickly! Spread the good news to the entire army! Tell the brothers, we have a navy now!"

"The Japanese naval guns can no longer threaten us! Regroup and prepare for a counterattack!"

With red eyes, Chen Cheng excitedly gave the order, as if he had instantly become ten years younger, and his back straightened up.

......

The headquarters of the Ninth Army Group on the west bank of Taihu Lake.

"Retreat!! Retreat immediately!!"

Zhang Zhizhong held the phone, his face contorted in rage, and roared wildly.

"What? What about the fortifications in Zhabei?"

"No more! We've given up everything! We'll retreat at all costs!!"

Since the Japanese landed at Jinshanwei, the Nationalist army in the entire Shanghai-Nanjing battlefield has been in complete chaos.

The Ninth Army originally built a large number of fortifications in Zhabei and Hongkou, hoping to tie the Japanese troops down in the city.

As a result, the Japanese easily broke through their northern and southern flanks. As the central army, they lost the protection of their flanks and were unable to hold their ground.

Left with no other option, Zhang Zhizhong could only retreat frantically.

"Damn it! This battle is so frustrating!!"

Zhang Zhizhong was filled with a sense of powerlessness and guilt. He looked eastward, towards the Songhu battlefield where he had fought bloody battles and where countless brave men had fallen, but now it had fallen into enemy hands.

Just then, the cipher officer rushed to him, excitedly delivering a telegram.

"Commander!! Great victory!! Great victory at the mouth of the Yangtze River!"

"What??"

Zhang Zhizhong looked puzzled, not understanding what was wrong with the confidential clerk. But when he saw the contents of the telegram, he was frozen in place, completely still.

"Okay...okay...okay..." he murmured, his voice choked with emotion.

"Commander Zhu, the soldiers you've trained are all top-notch!! None of them are cowards!!"

He suddenly raised his head and looked up at the sky, letting out a long, pent-up roar, as if he wanted to pour out all his humiliation and resentment.

Then, he solemnly straightened his military uniform, which was already covered in dust, faced east, stood at attention, raised his trembling right hand, and gave an extremely solemn and lengthy military salute.

"Brothers, your blood was not shed in vain! We still have hope! There is still hope for Shanghai!!"

......

Presidential Palace, Huangpu Road, Nanjing.

If he was radiant when he received the good news from the mouth of the Yangtze River before, then the good news from the mouth of the Yangtze River makes him shine even brighter.

"Damn it! Good! Good for Yang Yong! Good for Zhao Zilong's army!"

He slammed his hand on the table and paced excitedly around the room.

"Call a meeting immediately!"

Inside the meeting room, everyone's face was beaming with smiles, the atmosphere completely different from the previous few days.

Gu Zhutong began by saying:

"Chairman!"

"The 108th Army's control of the Yangtze River estuary meant that the Japanese sea supply line was cut off, and their land forces were now isolated!"

"The time for our army to counterattack has come!"

"That's right!"

"Order!"

"Effective immediately, the 22nd Group Army of the Guangxi Army under Liao Lei, the Sichuan Army under Yang Sen, and all units of the Northeast Army are ordered to set off immediately and rush to the aid of the Songhu front."

"Electrification throughout the country!"