Swift as the crackle of the million popping firecrackers, the news flashed through Chungking: Changsha was still in Chinese hands, the Japanese drive was smashed. Into Chungking's twisting streets poured thousands of cheering citizens. The red glow of their torches cast dancing shadows on the ruins of their bomb-blasted homes. This was victory. For the first time in two years Chinese had inflicted a major defeat on the Japanese Army.
To hot-tempered, half-pint General Hsueh Yo went the credit. When the Japanese columns first stabbed at his troops General Hsueh had not...
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