Thirty minutes later, the mountain city eight offices.

At this time, the sun is approaching, and most of the people in the city are dragging their tired bodies home after finishing their day's work.

But in the southwest of the city, a three-story dark gray brick and wood building is constantly lit, and the people there are still busy working.

In the office's communications room, the popular emeritus leader and a doctor of philosophy with the surname Joe were anxiously pacing back and forth.

From the movement of the two of them looking at the telegraph from time to time, it is not difficult to see that they are waiting for some important document.

Suddenly, a communications soldier picked up a pen on his desk and began to write down code in his notebook.

After the compilation work was over, he immediately handed the secret telegram to his superiors behind him.

"Haha!"

Just by glancing at it, the doctor of philosophy surnamed Qiao let out a long smile that looked up to the sky, and the gloom on his face before was swept away. This situation and this scene are very similar to a famous scene more than 20 years later.

"Great! Well done comrades of the Air Force! What a bold and hearty move! ”

"After waiting for so many years, we have finally sounded the horn of a counteroffensive! Fast! Hurry up and notify the top leaders of each department to come to the conference room for a meeting. ”

Hearing this, the soldiers outside the communication room immediately moved and trotted to the offices on different floors.

Although I don't know exactly what happened, it must be a big victory on the front line that can make the two leaders laugh so out of shape.

When all the backbones had arrived, the popular honorary leader raised the telegram in his hand and announced in an excited and high-pitched voice:

"I have good news for you! Great news! ”

"In the early hours of this morning, two divisions of our Eighth Route Army Air Force set off from the Qilu area to carry out a whimsical strategic bombing mission!"

"The brave pilots not only bombed several enemy arsenals on the mainland, but also set fire to the enemy's rear."

"Even that high-spirited Combined Fleet has been hit hard in this operation!"

Not surprisingly, the contents of the telegram ignited this tired evening and immediately caused applause in the conference room.

The top leaders and cadres of various departments wept with joy, and they hugged each other to celebrate the victory of the Air Force.

After the comrades had calmed down a little, the popular honorary leader walked to the center of the podium with a smile on his face, and his eyes fell on a certain couple.

"Good news is not something to be enjoyed alone, it must be enjoyed with the whole country! I'm going to publish this great victory in the newspapers! ”

"EL, the domestic edition of Xinhua Daily will be handed over to the two of you. The two of them are the strongest pen in our office, and we must come up with the momentum to achieve the great rejuvenation of the nation! ”

In a sense, the ideological crusade is a symbol of sales in the current era.

If a newspaper has his inscription, it will definitely break through a new high in sales that day, and it will not be difficult to even multiply it several times.

The sudden arrangement did not surprise the big brother and sister of the Yellow River. The two looked at each other and smiled, and took over the task without hesitation.

After assigning tasks to the country, the popular honorary leader looked to the other side.

As the only newspaper in the border region that can be published publicly, Xinhua Ribao naturally has an international edition, but its popularity and popularity are still in the embryonic stage.

With the idea that if you don't occupy this high ground by public opinion, the enemy will occupy it, the popular honorary leader admonished with a serious face:

"Guanhua, the international news section is under the sole responsibility of your department. This is your strong point, you must play with style and level. ”

"For the international version, I have only one request, and that is to spread our voice to the world."

"Whether it is Europe, Africa or Southeast Asia, there must be no region where there are allies or resistance groups!"

"Roger!"

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At noon the next day, in the streets and alleys of the mountain city, there were crisp and joyful voices of the newsboys.

The children waved the "Xinhua Daily" in their hands and shouted loudly to everyone who passed by:

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers. Our army descended from the sky, successfully bombed the devil's homeland, and sank several warships of the Combined Fleet! ”

"Extra, extra! Captain Wang Hai made a domineering speech, saying that this strategic bombing operation was only the beginning, and the Air Force was bound to open up a second battlefield on the enemy's homeland! ”

Facts have proved that the propaganda slogan set by the Eighth Office of Shancheng is really effective.

After hearing the shouts of the newsboys, the people who were in a hurry stopped in place and swept the newspaper with questioning eyes.

After a few moments, a literate man in a long robe walked out of the crowd and then tentatively asked, "Excuse me, which newspaper are you selling?" ”

It seemed that everyone's voice was asked, and the surrounding crowd cheered up.

In fact, I really don't blame the people for being cautious.

Who let the chaotic newspapers of the preserved fruit always make a lot of nonsense, and often make some jokes about our victory and the enemy's hasty pursuit, so that his credibility fell again and again.

"It's Xinhua Daily, do you need a copy?"

In the current Republic of China, the most influential newspaper is Xinhua Daily. After all, the Eighth Route Army was always fighting to regain lost territory, and who wouldn't love to see the news of victory.

Hearing the newsboy's confident answer, the man of the long shirt did not hesitate to pay, and then was hugged by the surrounding crowd to a high place and began to read aloud.

But just by seeing the text and pictures of the headline, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

The cultural man took several deep breaths to try to calm his emotions, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't read a word excitedly.

In the expectant gaze and encouragement of everyone, he tried his best to adjust his mentality, and finally shouted loudly with all the strength of his body:

"It's true! It's all true! ”

"We are saved! The mountain city is saved! The Republic of China will not die! ”

After a shout, the cultural person's face was full of excitement and began to read aloud word by word.

Since the relocation of the capital to the fruit, the mountain city has been bombarded by devils every once in a while, and the whole city has been shrouded in the shadow of war.

If it weren't for the Eighth Route Army's air force, perhaps the enemy's army and navy would have attacked frequently, causing even greater losses and casualties.

Now that the first and third divisions have avenged the common people, how can everyone not be happy.

"Well done! Blow up those turtle sons! ”

"It has to be the Eighth Route Army, you shouldn't have believed in any guerrilla before, it's all a lie!"

Some people were eager to join the Eighth Route Army on the spot, just because they would have the opportunity to become a self-defense machine gunner in the future and see the aerial bombs fall into Mt. Fuji with their own eyes.

Now, the most conservative people feel that the radicals are a little too conservative.

Soon, the news of the strategic bombing made huge waves, spreading like a raging storm through the city.

Everyone was running through the streets, and in less than an hour, almost the whole city knew about the victory.

Yamashiro has been waiting for this day to come.

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Huangshan Villa, Yunxiu Tower.

After sending off a representative of an ally, the bald head closed the door of the study without saying a word, completing the process of opening drawers, holding a notebook, and writing a diary.

He couldn't even hold back the ecstasy in his heart, and he had the urge to dance a hot dance.

"The thirty-first year of the Republic of China, sunny."

In the afternoon, I talked with the representatives of the air force of the ugly country and learned that they were about to carry out a bombing operation against the enemy. I expect that the collapse of the Japanese kingdom will start with bombing! The victory of the War of Resistance is certain! ”

"After this war, our air force can replenish up to sixteen large bombers. Standby application as the basis for the final victory! “

The weather cleared and the rain stopped, and the bald head felt that he was doing it again.

In fact, there are matters related to the air raid, and the ugly country did not intend to notify the fruit in advance at all.

After all, everyone knows that the intelligence network here is very bad, basically not much different from a sieve, and no one can guarantee that the news of the top-secret operation will not be leaked.

Even Doolittle had suggested that the whole operation be kept secret, believing that the Guoguo airport would hear the news of the bombing of the book from the radio station and the radio, so that they would consciously be ready to respond to their own side.

But!

What is a radio station? What is radio? There are no such things in the preserved fruit.

In the end, with a serious and responsible attitude, the ugly country still sent someone to notify the bald head and told the other party to be ready to respond.

After writing today's share of the diary, the wolf of the Huangpu River, who thought he was a genius in Qi cultivation, sat in the study and completely broke his skills.

However, unlike the previous defense-breaking, today is a serious mood swing because of happiness.

In his opinion, since the Battle of Pearl Harbor, the ugly people are finally going to find their way back!

Although this time it was just a small fight, it can't be guaranteed that it will be able to counterattack in a year or two. After all, MacCaesar, who was far away in Southeast Asia, had said that the Allies would definitely make a comeback.

Just as he was happy, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the study.

"Is it a rain farmer? Come on in! ”

For reporting work, the bald head has always had a strict time limit. Now is the time for a lunch break, and those who dare to disturb their rest can only be the commander of the military.

Sure enough, after getting the approval of his leader, Boss Dai immediately pushed the door and walked in.

At this moment, the treacherous gentleman's face was extremely different, and he did not have the feeling of being arrogant in the past, like a little daughter-in-law who was afraid of being beaten.

"Headmaster, something is wrong."

"The Eighth Route Army bombed the homeland of the devils, and now the whole city is spreading the news of the other party's victory. On the battlefield of public opinion, our previous efforts have all come to naught. ”

As soon as these words came out, the bald smile immediately disappeared without a trace, and the whole person fell into a state of self-doubt.

"Huh?"

"Who?"

"Eight ways?"

After being stunned for three times, he looked at his right-hand man with a gloomy face, and motioned with his eyes to the other party to quickly take out the information he had collected, and explain the source of the information.

But who would have thought that Boss Dai, who is still "reliable" on weekdays, directly pulled a big lump: took out a copy of Xinhua Daily.

In fact, the news of the successful bombing was supposed to be on the first page of the newspaper in the morning.

However, if the planes of the Eighth Route Army wanted to come to the mountain city, they had to pass the approval of the Fruit Defense Command, which gave the bald head a short happy time.

After reading the illustrated newspaper, the wolf of the Huangpu River could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and even the upcoming B25 was not fragrant.

After a while, he directly threw the documents on the table into the faces of his subordinates and scolded:

"What do you eat?"

"Could it be that the military commanders still need to rely on newspapers issued by hostile forces to collect intelligence? If people don't send out the report, will you all be blind and deaf? ”

"People have to die more than people, and goods have to be thrown away! I can tell you clearly now that you, the sixth phase of Whampoa, are not as good as other people's CG! Rubbish! ”

After venting the anger in his heart, the bald head fell into deep thought again.

His own side is half dead, and the Eighth Route Army is getting stronger and stronger, and even has the upper hand in public opinion, how should his own country be.

If you want to be successful in the preserved fruit, it doesn't matter if your business ability is almost there, but the important thing is to know how to figure out the leader's ideas.

Seeing the sad face of his superiors, Boss Dai said with the idea of atonement:

"Headmaster, now that the enemy's mainland has been bombed twice, it is inevitable that the coastal areas will be attacked. Why don't we give the Eighth Route Army Air Force an order and let them bear the wrath of the devil aviation. ”

"If the Eighth Route Army refuses to carry out the order, it will give the other party an charge of disobedience and sabotage the War of Resistance, and take the opportunity to suppress their growing reputation."

Hearing this, the bald head glanced at his subordinates.

Now, the Eighth Route Army is still a preserved battle sequence on the surface, and it is absolutely reasonable to let their air force stand on the front line.

Withstand the devil's counterattack, that is, you have succeeded in micro-manipulation. When the time comes, you can let the Propaganda Department steal the day and take most of the credit on yourself.

Well, that's reasonable!

What's more, in a long-distance attack and air battle, the Eighth Route Army is inherently on the inferior side, and it may be able to stage a defeat and defeat for both.

Perfect, the advantage is mine!

After missing Tongda, the bald head glared at Boss Dai.

"Do your own thing! I've already focused on the military, and I don't need you to meddle with it! ”

"By the way, how did Zheng Yao arrange that assassination operation? It's been months, but can he do it? ”

Hearing the name of his sixth child, Boss Dai's face suddenly became a little more bloody. He took out a document again and explained to the leadership:

"The operation is about to close the net, he has already bought off the other party's chef, and he can kill the Yellow River one day!" (End of chapter)