Night, Chongqing.

It was already late at night, and the chairman's office was still lit up, and the light head looked even more dazzling under the dim electric light.

The weather was very hot, Chairman Jiang's head was full of fine beads of sweat, and his eyes were full of bloodshots, but he didn't stop at all, and he didn't have time to stop, because there were still a lot of documents waiting for him to review on the table, and the Japanese army was gathering in Changsha, staring at it, where did he dare to stop?

Now, the Japanese army has sent Anan Weiji as its commander, with more than 100,000 people of the 11th Army Corps and more than 100 fighters of the Air Corps, to go straight to the Changsha area!

Hunan is China's granary and the most important source of military rations, and now the prices in various places are high, and it is extremely difficult to collect military rations, and even Chairman Chiang's dinner table has lost the luxury of the past.

In this case, how could he be willing to give Changsha to others?

In response, Chairman Chiang ordered Xue Yue, commander of the Ninth Theater, to lead more than 30 divisions, with a total strength of nearly 300,000 troops, to garrison the Changsha area at various levels and stand ready for battle.

As a matter of fact, the Japanese soldiers had long expected that after the defeat in the Battle of Wuhan last year, they had already begun relevant preparations and formulated a scorched-earth anti-Japanese war policy, preparing to burn Changsha to the ground if Changsha could not hold it, and nothing should be left behind.

Who knows, just because of the misinformation that the Japanese army would attack Changsha, the Changsha defenders set fire to it without preparation, burning more than 3,000 people overnight, and half of Changsha was almost scorched.

"Pigs, real pigs......"

Even though it has been almost a year since the Wenxi fire, the grass on the grave was three feet tall after the guys with pig brains were shot, but when he thought of this, Chairman Jiang still couldn't help but scold, gritting his teeth with bitterness and hatred.

He didn't understand why the plan he and the military department had made after their hair was gray couldn't be implemented smoothly as expected?

Could it be that all the capable and courageous generals in China have taken refuge in Yan'an, and there is still a damn long way to go? Are the people who stay by his side all fools who are greedy for life and afraid of the dead human head and pig brain?

Thinking of this, Chairman Chiang felt a headache, touched his bare head, and said in his heart that the people of the country always scolded themselves for their lack of command in private, which caused the current situation in the country, but those people will never understand how much effort they have exhausted in order to maintain the current situation, and most of their hair is lost to save the country and the nation.

If the people under his command, those warlords, could have enough determination and courage like himself, then the situation of war would never be the way it is now.

But what's the use?

If the king is defeated or defeated, the people will laugh and praise when they see the victory, otherwise they will be angry and scolded.

"Fortunately, Xue Yue is still ......"

Putting these bad things aside, Chairman Jiang finally found some comfort for himself, Xue Yue performed well in the last Battle of Wuhan, and the Battle of Wanjialing severely damaged the 106th Division of the Japanese Army, which became a bright spot in the fiasco of the Battle of Wuhan.

He hoped that Xue Yue would be able to bring him another surprise this time.

As for the rumors in the military department that Xue Yue's current shelf is getting bigger and bigger, and he is complimented everywhere that he is a military god and the like, although it makes Chairman Jiang feel very uncomfortable, but now is the time to employ people after all, and he can endure it.

A group of subordinates, Chen Zhibo and the like don't dare to use it, and the rest are either wine bags and rice bags or only for their own considerations, and if they can barely use it, there is only one Xue Yue.

Thinking of this, Chairman Jiang couldn't help but sigh again, he finally understood why those emperors and the Ninety-Five Lords were always so lonely.

Everyone wants to be a person on the ground, but it's really hard to be a person on the top!

After annotating the documents on Changsha, his eyes were once again focused on another pile of documents, which were international documents.

Moreover, the international situation is now getting more and more out of control.

Last year, the German Führer Hitler sent troops out of Poland, and Britain, France, and other countries immediately sent troops to help, but the Germans were invincible with their strong force, and a small number of small countries surrendered to the iron hooves of the German chariot, and Italy's Mussonili refused to be idle, and sent troops to Albania in April, and Europe has become a pot of porridge.

Although the Americans watched the fire from afar, the flames of war that had ignited on the European continent had already made the Americans no longer have the intention of looking eastward, and the Soviet Union was now playing its own petty calculations and trying not to provoke Germany as much as possible, and even secretly signed a Soviet-German non-aggression pact with Hitler more than 10 days ago, that is, on 23 August, in an attempt to protect itself.

Looking at the document in front of him, a sneer appeared on the corner of Chairman Chiang's mouth, and he said in his heart, Hitler, at first glance, is the kind of person who looks at the wolf and looks at the wolf, and what kind of non-aggression pact signed with him is simply a tiger for trouble.

Ambition is insatiable, just like the Japanese occupied the Northeast, tasted the sweetness, and wanted to get the whole of China.

He was very sure that the Germans were the same, and it was only a matter of time before Hitler finished cleaning up the small opponents around him, and it was only a matter of time before he attacked the Soviet Union or even the Americans, and he wanted to say how stupid Stalin had to be to sign this non-aggression pact with Hitler.

After sneering for a while, he couldn't help but feel heavy again.

In the past, he had always pinned his hopes for ending the Sino-Japanese War on international mediation, but now the world is in chaos, Britain and France are too busy to take care of themselves, and the United States and the Soviet Union are also mud bodhisattvas crossing the river, and it is difficult to protect himself, and he knows that the international mediation he wants may not be able to wait.

Now China can only rely on the Chinese themselves.

For the future, Chairman Jiang did not have the slightest confidence, he silently told himself that if he couldn't withstand the Japanese, could the mountain monkeys in Yan'an and the little head of Trojan County be able to withstand it?

He didn't believe it, those people, he thought they might be able to make a little movement, but they couldn't support the whole nation.

Time passed slowly, Chairman Chiang sat on the chair and fell asleep, and the adjutant at the door came in carefully, covered him with a thin blanket, turned off the light, and then carefully withdrew.

Even these guards had doubts about Chairman Chiang's ability to govern the country in their hearts, but one thing they had to admit was that Chairman Chiang had worked hard enough to do the best he could control.

Working all night like this, and looking down on the chair for a while when they are tired, they all saw it in their eyes, and their hearts were full of pity and lamentation.

Sometimes, just hard work can't change anything - just like those who carry the sliding pole in Chongqing, and those who pull the fiber by the river, they work harder than anyone else, sweat more than anyone else, but what is the result?

There are some things that can never be changed by hard work!

Perhaps, only Chairman Chiang himself never doubted himself and never doubted his ability to lead this suffering nation back to its feet.

(End of chapter)