On September 25, 2018, six days had passed since the September 18th Incident broke out.

Since Zhang Xinghan led his troops to defeat the main force of the Kwantung Army three days ago, the communications company of the commander of the garrison brigade located in the south of Shenyang City has received varying amounts of condolence letters from all over the country every day.

Among these letters of condolence are those from contemporary celebrities and people with lofty ideals, as well as from workers, students, and military and political leaders.

Unsurprisingly, Zhang Xinghan did not read any of these condolence letters, because in his opinion, these verbal condolences were far less tangible than those in material and monetary terms.

The most important thing is that Zhang Xinghan also knows that many of the people in these condolence letters are people who are seeking fame and reputation, and have all kinds of show mentality.

Of course, there are also people who simply express their sincere condolences, but Zhang Xinghan and his communications soldiers do not have the time to screen each letter one after another.

Because the city of Shenyang has now become the focus of the world's attention, just this morning, a group of reporters from famous newspapers from Western powers and countries came to Shenyang.

In addition, patriotic young people and passionate martyrdom heroes have come to Shenyang to sign up for the army after learning about their recruitment notice.

Zhang Xinghan was busy receiving foreign reporters, and others were busy recruiting new soldiers. The entire garrison brigade was busy.

In the lobby on the first floor of a government office building next to the Shenyang garrison brigade, nearly twenty male and female journalists with yellow hair and blue eyes gathered.

They brought with them all kinds of the most advanced photographic equipment of this era, and they were gathering together in twos and threes, talking intensively.

As the guard outside the door shouted: "Brigadier Zhang is here!"

These foreign reporters, who were more or less proficient in Chinese, turned around and saw a young, handsome, tall and tall Chinese official, and an adjutant striding over with their heads held high.

Zhang Xinghan wore white gloves, a light yellow colonel officer's uniform, and a pair of polished large leather shoes. His whole person was filled with an indescribable aura of heroism.

Walking up to the group of reporters, Zhang Xinghan smiled slightly and greeted: "Hello everyone, I am Zhang Xinghan. I have kept you waiting for a long time."

As soon as Zhang Xinghan finished speaking, the group of reporters suddenly surrounded Zhang Xinghan like sharks smelling the smell of blood.

Major Guo Zhong, the commander of the security battalion who was following Zhang Xinghan, quickly stepped in front of Zhang Xinghan, glanced at the foreign reporters with cold eyes like daggers, and said coldly: "Please step back."

More than a dozen reporters were shocked by the murderous intent revealed in Guo Zhong's eyes. They involuntarily stopped and looked at each other.

Someone even whispered in English.

Zhang Xinghan patted Guo Zhong on the shoulder and motioned for him to get out of the way. He stepped forward and waved to everyone with a smile: "Don't be excited or nervous. My adjutant is doing this for safety reasons. Please don't take offense."

"Brigadier Zhang, can we ask you a few questions?" Among the crowd, a beautiful blond female reporter in her twenties asked tentatively in somewhat stiff Chinese.

"Of course." Zhang Xinghan said: "But please don't fight. You can take turns asking questions one after another. This way we won't waste all of our time. Well, if you have anything to ask, please raise your hands."

The female reporter raised her hand first. After Zhang Xinghan nodded in agreement, she asked: "Brigadier Zhang, how many troops did you have at the time of the September 18th Incident?"

"During the September 18th Incident, I was serving as the commander of the 3rd Battalion of the 620th Regiment in the **7th Brigade of the Northeast Frontier Defense Force of the National Revolutionary Army. There were more than 700 people in my unit." Zhang Xinghan replied readily.

"Oh, when the incident broke out, how did you and your men repel the Japanese troops who attacked your Peking University camp?" the female reporter asked again.

"This is quite long and I won't be able to finish it in a while. Let me ask my adjutant to tell you the detailed battle process between us and the Japanese army later. Please ask some substantive questions as much as possible because I am quite busy with military affairs." Zhang Xinghan

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"OK." The female reporter nodded in understanding and continued: "Last question, Brigadier Zhang, when you and your men were surrounded by Japanese troops whose strength was several times greater than yours, did you ever feel afraid? Did you ever feel afraid?

How did you defeat the Japanese army, which was three times your number?"

As soon as the female reporter said this, other reporters turned their attention to Zhang Xinghan, obviously looking forward to how he would answer.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xing's Chinese was amazing, and he nodded and said: "To be honest, when we were deeply surrounded and trapped in an isolated city, my subordinates and I had fears and fears."

As soon as Zhang Xinghan said this, all the reporters changed their expressions and looked at each other in confusion.

Zhang Xinghan didn't care and continued: "Yes, we are all afraid, because we are also human beings and we are also afraid of death. I think no one in the world is willing to die, and no one lacks the desire for life.

However, as Chinese people, we can only face death, because behind us are hundreds of thousands of compatriots in Shenyang, including our wives, children, children, and our brothers and sisters. We have no way to retreat."

After Zhang Xinghan finished speaking in one breath, the reporters were stunned for a moment, then came to their senses and began to applaud fiercely, led by the female reporter.

"As for why we can defeat the Japanese Kwantung Army, which has three times the strength of ours, what I want to say is that we Chinese have never been worse than the Japanese army, and we Chinese are even more willing to sacrifice their lives for our country.

Warriors. When our motherland is invaded and our relatives are in danger, we are fearless and only seek to protect our country. In this patriotic war, we will never surrender to the Japanese, even if we fight to the end.

One soldier and one soldier will never do it." Zhang Xinghan paused and said again.

"Commander Zhang, if the Japanese launch an attack on Shenyang again, do you think you can create another miracle and defeat them?" Another reporter raised his hand and asked.

"My friend, I want to use your mouth to convey a message to Japan and even the world. As long as I, Zhang Xinghan, are here, the Japanese want to annex Northeast China and capture Shenyang. There is no way. If they dare to invade again, I and I

Our soldiers will use the fiercest firepower to punish all invading enemies. Anyone who offends our country will die!" Zhang Xinghan said in a serious voice.

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After dealing with a group of reporters and ordering his subordinates to arrange accommodation for them, Zhang Xinghan led Guo Zhong towards a recruiting point in Shenyang City.

When Zhang Xinghan arrived at the recruitment office by car, he found that the entire recruitment office was already overcrowded, and there was even a long queue of people on the street.

Some excited young students were holding up words such as "join the army, serve the country, kill all the Japanese invaders, defend Shenyang, defend the Northeast" and waved them in their hands.

Zhang Xinghan was quite happy when he saw this. It seems that the anti-Japanese sentiment of the Chinese people is still quite high. It is a pity that Zhang Xiaoliu, as the local emperor of the three eastern provinces, has hundreds of thousands of troops and a base of 30 million people. They did not dare to resist and handed over the great rivers and mountains to the Japanese.

It's really puzzling. If the Northeast is lost, can Zhang Xiaoliu's Northeast Army be able to hold on?

At this moment, Zhang Xinghan had a new understanding of Zhang Xiaoliu, that is, he was mentally retarded.

After ventriloquizing Zhang Xiaoliu again, Zhang Xinghan ordered to drive. He was going to the hospital to visit the injured soldiers. This was a good way to win people's hearts, and Zhang Xinghan couldn't miss it.

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Jinzhou, **7th Brigade Headquarters.

Chief of Staff Zhao Zhenfan walked into the brigade headquarters in a hurry, and saluted the brigade commander Wang Yizhe who had just returned from Peiping: "Brigade commander, there are too many students, young people and patriots coming from the pass these days. They all want to ask for help." Going to Shenyang to join the army, what do you think we should do?"

"What else can we do? Xinghan is fighting alone in Shenyang. We are extremely ashamed that we cannot provide support. It is rare for these passionate people to have the enthusiasm to serve the country. Let them all be allowed." Wang Yizhe said without thinking.

"I think so too." Zhao Zhenfan said with a bitter face: "But the hotel is hundreds of miles away from Shenyang. Now it is a time of war. The Japanese and bandits may appear at any time. I am afraid that these students will rashly Going north, something unexpected will happen. They are all still young and intellectuals. It would be a pity if something went wrong along the way."

After hearing this, Wang Yizhe pondered for a while and said: "In this case, Chief of Staff, you personally lead a battalion to escort the students to Xinmin, and then notify Zhang Xinghan to send someone to meet the new recruits. This can be regarded as the greatest help we can do for them."

"Okay." Zhao Zhenfan nodded in agreement.

PS: I was told in the morning that a small piece of land was confiscated. I haven’t farmed for many years and I can’t even tell how much land I have. I’m so embarrassed.

In the evening, I coded another 7,000 words for Empire. Huben really didn’t dare to carelessly code. It took him an hour and a half to code out one chapter. Today, it’s considered an update of nearly 10,000 words. There will be no more updates. I’m really sorry. Second update.
Chapter completed!