At the time of writing this letter, the dude was probably suffering from amnesia. Not to mention the distant 918 incident, the Nanjing Massacre in the near future, as well as countless other massacres large and small when the Japanese army attacked the city. Even the Battle of Guiliu, which is still going on in the south, has been selectively forgotten by him.

As far as he is concerned, even before the battle at Qiaokou, there are still seven dissatisfied, and eight are dissatisfied. thought that it was easy to bully the lack of guns and bullets in the eighth road, and wanted to mix a big Zuodangdang when he was over half a hundred years old. Of course, this guy is still a little self-aware and does not want to be a major general.

But as a big Zuo, he is still looking forward to it. But he didn't expect that as soon as he made a move, he was beaten in disgrace. Without the battle of Qiaokou to beat him completely honestly, this guy probably couldn't sit still for a long time. He also has a strip of water and friendly neighbors, and he also loses it.

Receiving this letter, which was half begging for mercy and half wanting to negotiate a deal, Li Ziyuan couldn't laugh or cry. What kind of madness is this Japanese army captain? Is he really scared, or does he want to come and have a desire to get away with it? To make this hand, specifically to numb yourself?

The two armies were still fighting to the death before, and now they are going to negotiate business with themselves in the blink of an eye? Did this Japanese eat too much to survive, or did he drink too much and still not sober up? It's really a shame that he came up with the idea of exchanging bullets for food. Why didn't he exchange a few mountain cannons for food, wouldn't it be better?

With a strip of water and a friendly neighbor, does this guy suffer from selective amnesia? His letter, no matter how you look at it, doesn't seem to have been written by a normal person. How could a normal Japanese officer write such a gossip? This guy shouldn't have escaped death in the first battle of Qiaokou, and his head was scared out of the problem.

Li Ziyuan didn't figure it out after thinking about it for a long time, and after reading the letter, the sub-district political commissar next to him smiled and said, "This guy seems to be really scared, and now he has begun to learn from the devils in other places." There is nothing to wonder about and nothing to worry about. ”

"Now these devils are very honest, and they have no confidence to go to the countryside to grab food. The exchange of weapons and ammunition for food, and even other necessities of life, has set a precedent elsewhere. Once, when I went to a meeting of the Northern Bureau, I heard that there were devils in the Southern Hebei Military Region, and because they were no longer able to go to the countryside to sweep and loot grain, they proposed to exchange weapons and ammunition for food. ”

"The weapons and ammunition handed over by the devils are clearly priced, and we will use food to settle accounts with them. They honestly squatted inside the city, and the local troops did whatever they wanted outside. Of course, if they go out of the city, they will have to be beaten as much as they want. This is called doing what business should do, and fighting how it should be fought on the battlefield. ”

"I guess these devils are being beaten and scared, and now they are starting to learn and behave. In this way, we will send some food this time, which is more than the list he has issued. The roll call is to ask for two crooked handles, one is to solve the problem that the number of machine guns is still a little insufficient, and the other is to test whether this guy is sincere. ”

Regarding the political commissar's suggestion, Li Ziyuan thought about it and nodded in agreement. On the third day after receiving this letter, he sent someone to deliver 2,000 catties of grain. Among them, there were 500 catties of extra grain, and they had to be replaced with two crooked handles and five boxes of 65 machine gun bullets. After receiving the food, the Japanese captain didn't say anything and happily handed over the goods.

The man who came left 2,000 catties of grain, and took away five boxes of 65 bullets and two crooked handles. At this time, the reserve ammunition in his hand has almost been consumed. With the exception of sixty rounds of ammunition on each soldier, there was no spare ammunition on hand. The Type 92 heavy machine gun carried basically became an ornament, and there was only one crooked handle left.

After receiving the food, the Japanese captain was almost crying, and finally solved the problem of eating temporarily. Although the delivery was either cornmeal or sorghum rice, even millet was only 300 catties. For Japanese people who have always eaten only rice, it is difficult to swallow, but fortunately, I don't have to go hungry for a while.

Watching this old man gobbling up small rice, a Japanese lieutenant in his forties on the side could only smile bitterly. He was transferred from southern Hebei, in order to solve the problem of eating. At present, he is no longer able to go to the countryside to sweep and grab food, so he began to exchange weapons and ammunition with the Eighth Road in June this year.

After re-entering Hubei County, I saw the warning notice posted on the wall when the Eighth Road was evacuated. Although they knew that the residents of the city had food in their hands, the Japanese squadron that had re-stationed would be subjected to the fiercest retaliation of the Eighth Route if they dared to rob it. The Japanese squadron, which is currently hanging alone, really does not have the courage to re-practice the strategy of fighting to feed the war.

It is also absolutely forbidden by the superiors to abandon the defense zone and retreat. But either to snatch food from the common people or to withdraw in disgrace, neither choice is the way. The Japanese army in Hubei County was almost helpless and was about to go hungry.

In the end, this old captain of the Japanese army, who had been mobilized three times, proposed this method according to his own experience in southern Hebei. The Eighth Route is short of weapons and ammunition, and we are short of troops and food. Wouldn't it be better for everyone to make an exchange and take what they need? Besides, everyone can't compare with those young people who have just graduated from military schools, and now everyone is dragging their families.

If he dies in the line of duty, what will happen to his wife and children? At their age, it is long past the time when young people are brave and courageous. They are all old, and the importance of dedicating oneself to the emperor has long been replaced by wives, children, and tatami mats.

After the old squadron leader put forward this opinion, he knew that he could now hold Hubei County, and he relied on the Eighth Road to save face, so of course he accepted it without hesitation. What else should I do? Fighting, now that it is difficult to protect itself, it is definitely impossible to beat. Run, abandon the defense area and leave the post without permission, and go back to the military court.

If you don't fight or leave, can you only go hungry here? People are going to go hungry, so what's the use of more guns and ammunition? As the so-called man is over half a hundred years old, he has long lost his enterprising spirit. was transferred from the owner of a soy sauce brewing workshop to the captain of the active duty again, and finally chose to accept it.

After sending someone to send out the ammunition, he was still begging the emperor for his blessing, and Hachiro was able to agree to his request. Otherwise, he, together with his subordinates, could only or choose to rob the common people of grain, and then shatter the jade in the southeast of Jin, thousands of kilometers away from the mainland. After the body is cremated, a spoonful of ashes is dug up and taken away, and the rest can only be discarded on the spot.

Or because he couldn't collect food, he starved to death in this small county town in the southeast of Shanxi. With no other choice, the old man could only beg the emperor for his blessing after begging the emperor for blessing after begging from the Buddha to God, and then to the Japanese Amaterasu Okami and Yagi Orochi. The emperor is a descendant of Amaterasu, and as long as he promises, he will definitely be able to do it.

Let the head of state bless his own fornication with the enemy, and get the nod of the other party's consent. This wish of the captain of the Japanese army can be regarded as a strange one. As for whether his emperor would be so angry that he would have a cerebral hemorrhage after knowing this begging, it was not his concern.

This guy was forced by reality and really had no choice but to ask for every immortal he knew. What else could I do? Fortunately, the Eighth Route Army finally agreed to his request, relying on the little supplies he carried, and he finally managed to survive with one meal a day, and this batch of food exchanged for weapons and ammunition arrived.

Although the Japanese have never eaten sorghum rice, even in Shanxi, China's largest millet producer, they only eat white flour made from ground wheat. But since the fourth year, white noodles have not been enough for devils to eat. Doping millet is already a regular thing. Up to now, the stalls of gold are not suitable for the nest, and sorghum rice, cornmeal, and millet are also eaten.

Since then, even after the Japanese army was replenished, it has never taken a step in Hubei County, and has honestly squatted in Hubei, Ludong and other counties. Take out the ammunition in exchange and ensure that the quantity is absolutely sufficient. And the grain handed over by the Eighth Road is definitely not short of catties and taels.

As for how to report the traded ammunition, it was simple for the Japanese army. On the contrary, in the old days, the eight roads would come to the outside of the stronghold every three or five times to shoot twice, or bury them at the entrance of the stronghold*. Where the bullets went, they were consumed during the anti-harassment war.

Fortunately, the captain of this brigade still has a bottom line, and the Type 92 heavy machine gun that he sold all the bullets was not willing to sell to the Eighth Road. It was not until the end of '44 that his successor came, and he exchanged the Type 92 heavy machine gun, together with the 20,000 rounds of ammunition that had been replenished later, for a few hundred catties of pork and mutton and some white flour, so that his troops could have a good year.

The two groups tacitly went about their business here, and quickly spread this business to other areas controlled by the 14th Independent Infantry Brigade. The situation in Ludong quickly changed to the Japanese army sitting honestly in the city, basically not leaving the city easily, and taking ammunition and weapons in exchange for food when they wanted to.

In the entire Ludong area, except for the Japanese army, which fired a burst of empty guns into the sky every once in a while in order to reimburse the superiors for ammunition, there was hardly any fighting. This situation was satisfactory to the junior officers of the 14th Brigade of the Independent Infantry, as well as to the ordinary soldiers. At least you don't have to go out of the city to fight, which is better than anything else for this group of uncles and half-grown children.

In a word, when you can live, no one wants to die. What is loyal to the emperor and what is the common prosperity of Greater East Asia is pure nonsense. Isn't it better for everyone to live well and go home after the war is over? Fight life and death, that's the big guy's business. For these old men and young soldiers of the Japanese army, being alive is better than anything else.

Of course, not all of them are dissatisfied. And the only dissatisfaction with this is the headquarters of the 14th Independent Brigade and their brigade commander, Major General Yoshiyoshi Yoshikawa. Without him, the ammunition of these Japanese troops was consumed too quickly, and tens of thousands of rounds of ammunition had to be knocked out almost every month. The rate of attrition of light weapons is also somewhat excessive.

The losses of this brigade in a month are almost catching up with the losses of a field division. The fact that at least one brigade lost nine crooked machine guns in a month was difficult for the command of the 14th Independent Brigade to accept. For this, he has already been reprimanded several times by the command of the First Army. Of course, the brigade commander, Major General Yoshikawa Yoshiyoshi, also knows the inside story of this kind of thing.