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After hearing this, Lao Jia didn't know what to say. He could only nod and exchange bicycles with his apprentice.

When he arrived at the newspaper office, he found that the other four editors had arrived. The editor-in-chief also came out and called everyone to the conference room.

And for safety reasons, the editor-in-chief also had someone guard the door, and no one was allowed to approach without his permission.

After finishing all this, he took out a dozen photos from his suit pocket, distributed them to the editors, and then introduced them excitedly:

"You are the editors carefully selected by our newspaper, and we only let you stay after a long period of probing. But when I ask you to write gossip about rich people, you all give me a sullen look, as if I owe you a lot of money."

Lao Meng took a few photos and looked at them carefully. The photos showed a three-story Western-style building, which obviously had just experienced a big battle. There were corpses everywhere, lying in a mess.

He exclaimed in shock, "Oh my God, this is incredible! We're finally allowed to write something worthwhile. I'm sick of writing about trivial matters that have no use to the country every day."

"But where exactly is this place? It looks like we're in the concession. The bodies on the ground are all wearing civilian clothes. No, these aren't our people. They're the Japanese."

He suddenly saw a face in a photo, and the small tuft of beard under the nose immediately revealed the identity of the corpse. Lao Meng immediately exclaimed.

The other four editors also leaned over. The photo was passed from one editor to another, and everyone's face showed great interest.

Before, they were worried that the person lying on the ground was one of their own, and their hearts were filled with endless sadness. The main reason was that the enemy in Shanghai was now powerful, and once our intelligence personnel were discovered by enemy agents, it would be difficult for them to escape from the enemy's clutches.

If the people lying on the ground in the photo were all our compatriots, then if they were asked to write about it, they could only write about the bravery and heroism of these people, and that even if all of them died in battle, no one surrendered to the enemy.

However, words like "die bravely", "sacrifice one's life for justice", "die for the country" and "face death with equanimity" are too tragic to describe heroes.

Although this can inspire the people's courage to fight to the death and motivate more people to complete the unfinished mission of the heroes, what the ordinary people in the enemy-occupied areas like to hear most is the news of the Chinese army's victory.

But if the people lying on the ground in the photo are enemies, the mood will be completely different, and a relaxed and happy atmosphere will immediately appear.

As a senior editor, Lao Jia had already outlined several articles in his mind, each of which could inspire the fighting spirit of the Chinese people.

At this time, the editor-in-chief smiled and said, "Tonight our newspaper has received a big job, a great opportunity for our small newspaper to become famous in Shanghai."

"I've told you more than once before that we're sharpening our swords. Now the time has come for the world to witness the sharpness of our swords. We will transform our pens into the sharpest weapons and pierce the heart of our enemies."

"But this incident is different from the past. This kind of thing that pierces the enemy's lungs will definitely be hated by the Japanese Special High Section or Agent 76. We will be their main target of pursuit. Everyone present, including me, may lose their lives as a result."

"Now I give you a choice. Before I tell you the truth, you can choose whether or not to join in doing this extremely dangerous thing."

"If you don't want to, you can leave directly. The door is right there. I won't stop you. If we meet again in the future, we will be strangers."

After saying that, he pointed to the door and waited for the other five people to make their choices.

As a man with a passionate heart who wanted to do something for this country, Lao Jia felt greatly insulted and immediately shouted:

"Editor-in-Chief, I am a native Chinese, and so are everyone here. In this time of national crisis, we must do something for this country."

"What's there to be afraid of a little danger? Even if we do nothing, danger is everywhere. How many times have ordinary people been shot by the Japanese while walking on the street?"

After hearing this, others also expressed their opinions and promised to stand by the newspaper forever.

Editor Meng, the oldest among them, said proudly:

"I absolutely must participate in this kind of thing, even if it means losing my life. We should do something meaningful in our lives, so that our lives will not be in vain."

"If I die one day, what I most want to see on my tombstone is this: This is a person who made a small contribution to the country."

"In this chaotic world, people sacrifice their lives every day, especially soldiers. They fight for their lives against the brutal enemy every day. Hundreds and thousands of outstanding Chinese sons and daughters die in battle every day. What's the harm in adding my own life to the cost?"

"But I have a request. If I ever die before you, please write a memorial for me in our newspaper. I don't want to miss out on such an opportunity to leave my name in history."

Everyone present was moved after hearing this, and nodded in agreement. They also joked with each other that they must write their eulogies beautifully and move everyone to tears.

They are all typical Chinese literati. Each of them has a proud character and is committed to dedicating themselves to the country and leaving their names in history.

Although it is very difficult to leave your name in history, it is not a problem to leave your name in the county annals or the family tree.

There was no opportunity before, but now the opportunity is right in front of me. If I don’t seize it, I would be a fool.

After listening to everyone's opinions, the editor-in-chief was extremely satisfied. He had indeed made the right choice.

So he told everyone in detail what had just happened. Of course, it was an abridged version, all of which he had heard orally from others, mainly so that it could be announced to the public and let the people know.

It has to be said that the Military Control Commission is quite capable in this regard and is adept at doing such things.

Who would have thought that a small newspaper that had been open in Shanghai for several years was actually their backup plan. It was just that the military had never had any impressive military achievements before, so they had been keeping people lurking, waiting to play a role at the critical moment.

When the editor-in-chief talked about the key point, it aroused applause from everyone present, and everyone was cheering for their people's great victory.

After all, we killed hundreds of Japanese devils in one battle, and they were all elite enemy agents. Our casualties were even less than one-tenth of the enemy's. This is definitely an exciting and great thing.

Although everyone knows that the casualty ratio of 10:1 is a bit of an exaggeration, who cares? Looking at the photos of enemy corpses all over the ground, this is solid evidence that no one can refute.