Far away in Zhenjiang, Prince Asaka Yasuhiko, that old devil who had already reorganized all the frontline troops, was currently gathered with a large group of Japanese command staff to discuss the next offensive against Nanking.
"Your Imperial Highness! Disaster! Grave news has arrived from the Jurong City front line!"
Just as Prince Asaka Yasuhiko was laughing and joking among his numerous officers, a small Japanese soldier with a toothbrush mustache burst through the door, looking frantic and disheveled.
Chapter 287