At the end of August of the Dingchou year, Wang Hong said goodbye to his family and returned to Shanghai against the current.

Although there are dozens of people accompanying him, only the inner brother Xiaoguang is the only one who really wants to be with Wang Hong.

It’s not that Wang Hong didn’t want the team, but that these people were just passionate. Wang Hong couldn’t bear to let them go into battle and died, so he agreed to take them to Shanghai with him and then send them to the army for training.

The process of British mail ship transferring from the Yangtze River Estuary to Shanghai was not subject to investigation or blockade.

Everyone sat on the mail ship and saw only Japanese warships parked on the edge of the Yangtze River channel, shooting on the land one after another. But when they turned their heads and looked over, they saw that there were dozens of meters of black smoke rising from time to time between the distant cities.

Even Wang Hong, who had fought a big battle, was shocked when he saw it. The Japanese artillery he had seen in the north were small cannons with a caliber of dozens of millimeters, and they were not heavy cannons on land, and they were far inferior to the power of naval cannons.

In the upper reaches of the Huangpu River, the Chinese and Japanese navies were also fighting, but foreign ships were freely entering and leaving the pier not far away.

When I got off the boat and entered the concession, I saw that there were crowds of refugees in the concession.

Wang Hong came to Shanghai this time and did not contact his busy army acquaintances.

He sent the people who came together to the department that received condolences in the concession, said a few more words to the receptionists, and then took Xiaoguang out of the concession.

The passionate young men who came on the same boat wanted to kill the enemy with Wang Hong, so Wang Hong had to stop.

"Everyone, whether you use qiāng to kill the Japanese or use a bayonet or a long sword to kill the Japanese, you need courage and skill. People who have not trained can easily die."

Seeing that everyone didn't believe it.

Wang Hong continued, "Killing the Japanese is not a matter of one or two days. You have never even touched the qiāng. Now you are rushing to the battlefield. Most people can't even exchange their lives and sacrifice their lives for their country. It's a loss. I have already told the people here that you will send them to the rear for training. The better the training, the greater the ability to save your life, and the greater the confidence to kill the Japanese. Is there any big battle to fight later, so don't hurry to go on this day or two days."

After leaving these passionate young men aside, the two of them touched outside the concession.

Wang Hong insisted on returning to Shanghai, but was opposed by all his family.

There are many ways to serve the country. My family members listed six or seven types for Wang Hong, each of which was no less than the effect of going to the battlefield in person, but Wang Hong always felt that hiding behind enemy lines and not killing the enemy head-on is not his life.

Wang Hong was most pleased with a battle with old and young, children, and a property. He would not be able to suffer the enemy's family and not have any worries.

From the crowd, walking to the concession exit, the police and foreign soldiers guarding the concession exit were all looking at the two of them in surprise.

At the exit, there were almost no people who went out, but there were a large number of people who wanted to enter but could not get in.

Wang Hong walked out without hesitation.

Outside the concession, Wang Hong took Xiao Guang firmly and walked towards the so-called concession of the Japanese.

The two of them are still empty-handed and have to take the sword from the Japanese.

As for returning to the army, Wang Hong had thought about it, but Xiaoguang opposed it. He said to Wang Hong: "Brother-in-law, when you enter the army, you have to fight with cannons. Your swordsmanship cannot be used, and my qin method cannot be used either. It is better for us to act alone, and you are close to the Japanese, I will cover it, and I will take action to select the officers who are responsible for the task."

Wang Hong thought about it carefully and said that the same thing was true. On the front position, his martial arts had no effect. Xiaoguang's qiāāng technique was not much stronger than the mechanical hands. It was really better to slaughter behind enemy lines.

The two sides of the Wusong River are the front line of the battle between China and Japan. The bridge on the river has been blown up, and there are still gunfire sounds farther away from the train station.

At this time, Shanghai and the northern area of ​​Chanbei were almost completely ruined, with casualties and injuries that could not be counted.

Because Wang Hong had fought with the Japanese in Shanghai several times and even used qiāng to attack the Japanese, he knew that the Japanese base camp should be the base of the Japanese Marine Corps, and the building with a bow-like bow was also the headquarters of the Japanese army at that time.

Wang Hong took Xiaoguang to walk a few more places, but found it difficult to pass through the defense line of the Chinese army, and even more difficult to pass through the defense line of the Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese soldiers' cannons and small cannons rushed to the positions of the Chinese army from time to time.

The Chinese army in this area is not the main attack direction and cannot cross the Wusong River to attack. They can only passively hide in positions and allow the Japanese soldiers to be rampant.

Wang Hong walked over, took out his officer certificate that had already passed, and negotiated with the Chinese army. A platoon leader was responsible for the front hundreds of meters in front of him.

He looked at Wang Hong's expired documents suspiciously, and Wang Hong said apologetically: "I have left the army long ago. Now that China and Japan have started war, they have arrived from Hong Kong. Can you tell me where I can sneak into the Japanese positions?"

The platoon leader was stunned for a moment and sneaked over. Could it be a Japanese spy?

You should know that in the war between China and Japan, in addition to the weapons being inferior to the other party, the intelligence is even worse than that of the other party.

When the Chinese army did not know the number, number of troops, and the number of light and heavy weapons, the Japanese knew clearly who the commander of the attacking Chinese army company was and what achievements they had.

This is not the credit of Japanese spies, but the situation obtained by those Chinese who are greedy for money bought for three or five yuan. Similarly, it is related to the fact that the Chinese army does not know what confidentiality is. Many times, the Chinese army's garrison is allowed to enter and exit the local people.

Sometimes, a division-level command center was bombed once, moved again, and then bombed again. The situation was slightly better until it was understood that the Chinese came to inquire about the information under various names and knew that it should be kept confidential.

Seeing the platoon leader frowning and looking at his ID, Wang Hong said to the platoon leader: "I am not a Japanese spy, let me sit here, give my brother a good hand and let him kill a few Japanese for you first."

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Each chapter says: In martial arts novels, the "head" does not take charge of all things in a martial arts sect, but also holds the supreme power of life and death. In many classical martial arts novels, the head of this sect and that sect commands the world and gallops around the world, which makes people fascinated. However, they did not know that the word "head" was invented very late, and it only appeared in new martial arts novels in the 1950s. Jin Daxia's "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" is a classic of the story of the leader. In the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China, there were only ancestors, but no leaders, because the genre technology could not be so unified. There were Henan and Hebei in the 1950s.

, Shanxi, both Xingyi, Hebei, is technically different from others. He said that the spirit of turning around and the three levels of kung fu, and other people may not follow it. If the technology is not unified, how can the management be unified? Besides, how can the martial arts profession be supported by a group of disciples and even be driven at will? In reality, the phenomenon of the leader appears. At the beginning of the 1990s, he first gave the name of the leader to the martial arts magazine in the martial arts magazine. Later, the media used this word casually regardless of context and occasion, so that the quality of the quality was bad. 14
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