Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

Chapter 881: A Documentary

When Wang Meng went to Shangrao, Jiangxi, he thought of this outcome, so he arranged several secret cameras and recorded almost the entire process of signing the secret agreement.

Therefore, the video being screened was like a documentary, almost restoring the entire signing process.

After about two hours, these reporters probably knew the whole story and immediately split into two factions instead of the one-sided criticism.

One group believed that those who do great things do not care about small details, and being able to drive a large number of Japanese invaders out of China without bloodshed was a great achievement. Moreover, Wang Meng, as a strategist, was admirable for his personal involvement.

Another group believes that China and Japan have a deep-seated hatred and are irreconcilable. No matter what the purpose is, China should not sign a secret agreement with them that "will not lose rights but will humiliate the country."

In short, the two groups started arguing directly in the meeting hall, and the verbal sparring almost turned into a physical fight.

The deafening noise gave Li Yunlong a headache, so under the "persuasion" of the police, the two gangs were separated.

"Everyone, let's watch some videos next. They record the Independent Column Navy sinking the troop transport ship retreating from Guangzhou."

The approximately half-hour video was a feast for the eyes of reporters who had never seen a naval battle.

"Everyone, no one hates the Japanese more than the soldiers of our independent column. But if we attack them forcefully and they resist stubbornly, not only will our soldiers suffer heavy losses, but even the common people will suffer.

We temporarily drove the Japanese out of China, but that didn't mean we would let them go. The 130th Division that escaped from Guangzhou was annihilated by us at sea, and a large amount of gold, silver and jewelry was recovered.

In addition, we are not going to let go of the Japanese who had previously fled to Southeast Asia. Just three days ago, the Fourth and Fifth Armies of the Independent Column, as well as four aviation divisions and the Flying Tigers, launched a full-scale attack on Myitkyina, annihilated the 68th Division, and seized countless supplies.

Here, I just want to borrow a sentence from Chief of Staff Wang: Justice will only be late, but it will never be absent! "

After Li Yunlong finished speaking, everyone at the scene was stunned for ten seconds, and then the sparse applause became continuous.

Some reporters in the venue switched camps again, and only a few people remained in the group condemning Wang Meng.

Li Yunlong looked at those people coldly and asked gloomily:

"Which newspaper are you all from? Do you have any questions that I can answer?"

Those lonely reporters felt very uncomfortable, their eyes began to dodge wildly, and even their bodies began to twist unconsciously.

At this moment, a loud voice came from the crowd on the left side.

"I know! The fat guy is from the Daikoku newspaper, and the skinny guy is from the Asahi Shimbun!"

When Li Yunlong heard this, he chuckled and looked at those people meaningfully. It was obvious that they came here specifically to cause trouble.

There are three kinds of smiles in the world: a silly smile, a warm smile, and a smile that makes you feel like you are falling into an icy cave. Obviously, the smile on Li Yunlong's face now is the last one.

"What are you going to do? I'm a journalist and I have the right to freedom of the press!"

"Baga, I'm protected by the law, don't mess around!"

Li Yunlong's face was still filled with smiles, but he put his head in front of the loudspeaker again and cleared his throat.

"Of course, I will protect your rights, even if I really want to beat you up like your grandsons. However, if the people present accidentally push you to the ground and then step over you, then I can only classify this incident as a collective stampede."

Originally, it was only Wang Meng who was laughing, but now there were hundreds of people laughing there, and the sight of these few lonely reporters made their hair stand on end.

"Don't come over here!"

"I want to protest that news has no borders!"

"Really? But journalists have nationalities!"

"Don't push me? Ouch, don't step on my balls!"

"Huh? What's so soft? Like a caterpillar?"

"Who cares? Just step on it first!"

Ten minutes later, the reporters in the conference hall left like the receding tide, leaving behind a few stranded "rotten fish and shrimp" struggling and wailing.

Li Yunlong was annoyed by what he heard, but he still responsibly sent these reporters who were rolling on the ground to Pingshun People's Hospital.

"Commander Li, why are you here to deliver the patient in person? What's going on?"

"Oh, Comrade Dean, isn't there a press conference today? These reporters were accidentally pushed down and then stepped on."

When the dean heard that they were reporters, he quickly prepared to receive them. If you offend these living devils, they will write two articles about you with strong subjective intentions in minutes, and you will be skinned alive if you don't die.

"Hurry, hurry, send him to the emergency room!"

The five wailing reporters were sent to the emergency room and lined up in a row. Their clothes and pants were cut off, and their limbs were bruised and twisted like a knot.

"Come here, call the chief of surgery, the chief of internal medicine, and the chief of emergency department for a consultation, and then use the best medicines and consumables..."

Li Yunlong pulled the director's arm, exerted a little force, and looked into his eyes sincerely:

"Director, I think these department heads must be very busy. Let's replace them with some younger doctors. The younger the better."

"Uh, Commander Li, young doctors have no experience. I think it would be safer to let the senior directors come."

"No, no, no. The less experienced you are, the more practice you need. And although young people may be inexperienced, they are passionate. That's enough!"

The dean found it hard to understand what good hot blood could do for surgery. He couldn't treat surgery like a saber in a fight, could he? But seeing Li Yunlong's tone that did not allow for discussion, he nodded.

In less than ten minutes, six or seven young interns who had just graduated from Pingshun University Medical School came jogging over with notebooks in their hands, ready to observe the operation and record the steps.

But as soon as they arrived, the dean immediately said:

"Everyone change clothes and prepare for surgery?"

All the interns pointed at their noses.

"I?"

"That's right, hurry up, this is the general appointed by the commander-in-chief himself, I will guide you from the side."

The young doctors quickly changed their clothes, rushed into the emergency room, and rubbed their hands excitedly.

"Let's start with the first one. This patient has a scratch on his right hand, and the rest of his hands and feet are fractured. They need to be reset. It looks like two of his ribs are broken. Fix them!"

"Yes, prepare the anesthetic!"

The anesthesiologist stepped forward and prepared to inject the anesthetic, but Li Yunlong stepped forward again and held the anesthesiologist's hand.

"I don't think it's necessary to use anesthesia for such a minor injury. Medical supplies are in short supply right now, so we should use them where they matter most."

The anesthesiologist looked at the unconscious patient and found it hard to understand whether this was really a minor injury.

"Ah...this..."