"Haha, good!"

The brigade commander was not at the brigade headquarters.

When the brigade chief of staff heard the news of the great victory in the ambush battle, he immediately laughed heartily.

With more than 30 casualties, including only 12 soldiers who died, more than 140 devils were killed.

"Someone."

The chief of staff called a staff officer.

"Yes."

"With this result, draft a press release and send it to the Northern Bureau."

"Yes!"

The staff officers of the brigade headquarters immediately began to draft press releases in a hurry.

···

Taiyuan.

"Yaga!"

When he heard the news that the Daihe squadron had been completely annihilated, Yoshio Shinozuka was playing chess.

Chief of Staff Miyano likes to play chess.

General Tada likes to play chess.

The general Gangcun Ningji, who had a good relationship with him and was rumored to be about to take over as commander of the North China Front, also liked to play chess.

Therefore, Yoshio Shinozuka naturally must also like to play chess.

Hearing the news, he was stunned at first, and then took the telegram in the staff officer's hand with a face full of disbelief, and when the reality was in front of him, Yoshio Shinozuka's whole person exploded directly.

kicked over the chessboard in front of him, and then there was a slap that slapped the staff officer who reported away.

In the end, I was still angry.

Draw out the katana and cut indiscriminately in the headquarters every day.

"I want details of the battle."

After venting and suppressing the anger in his heart, Yoshio Shinozuka immediately asked for the details to be ascertained.

The first infantry squadron was completely annihilated, which can be said to be careless by the Locust Army, and it can be said that the Eighth Route Army concentrated its forces and firepower.

Not reproducible.

But the second squadron was completely annihilated.

Although ten devils escaped, the entire squad headquarters, including the squad leader, was completely wiped out, and only one detachment leader was left among the squad officers, which was no different from the total annihilation.

It shows that there are really some unexpected changes in the eight roads.

Could it be that a large amount of weapons and ammunition was really obtained?

He had to find out.

This is much worse than the total annihilation of one or two squadrons.

···

Northern Bureau

Xinhua Newspaper.

"You've made a fortune lately?"

"I actually eat white flour buns every day, and there is also the taste of lard."

A newspaper editor opened the conversation after finishing the press release.

"It is said that it was sent by the 386th Brigade, that Brigade Commander Chen."

An old editor also joined the conversation.

Everyone was very interested in the food that suddenly got better during this time.

A week ago, the newspaper still had a meal of millet, sorghum, and occasionally had to eat black beans, just like that, I still couldn't eat enough, and after eating three meals a day, my stomach was empty.

Under the leadership of the editor-in-chief, the newspaper has opened up sources and reduced expenditures, not only saving part of the grain for the soldiers fighting on the front line, but also going to open up wasteland and grow vegetables and grains in their spare time.

Because the newspaper editors not only had newspaper work, but also participated in the propaganda of the Anti-Japanese War in peacetime, as well as helping the militia units and the main force to teach the soldiers cultural learning, and their work was busy, so the work of clearing the wasteland was not smooth.

But three days ago, all of a sudden, the food in the newspaper office improved, and there were a lot more white flour buns, and the amount was a lot more, I can't say that I was full, but I definitely didn't feel empty in my stomach.

"386th Brigade?"

The editors immediately opened up the conversation. Someone asked suspiciously:

"Where did they get the food?"

The devils blockaded and swept away, and the preserved fruit no longer provided funds and materials, and there was friction from time to time.

In recent years, not to mention the Jinchaji base area, even in the Yan'an border area, there is a serious shortage of materials, and as far as he knows, the treatment of young intellectual students of Kang Da has dropped a lot recently.

No way.

If the funds are insufficient, there will be no way to procure enough materials, let alone face the blockade of preserved fruits and devils, which will cause prices in the base areas and border areas to double.

At this time, that Brigade Commander Chen was still able to get a large amount of supplies?

"I don't know."

The old editor shook his head:

"All I know is that the editor-in-chief and Brigade Commander Chen made a deal."

"The 386th Brigade gave us a batch of food"

"Our newspaper office and the Northern Bureau sent 50 people to support the 386th Brigade, responsible for helping the militia units of the Taiyue Military Region to carry out cultural education and publicize the policies of the troops."

"Huh?"

Hearing the news, the newspaper staff were stunned.

Conducting cultural education, publicizing the policy of the troops, these are their daily tasks.

Still need to buy and sell?

In exchange for grain?

"These 50 comrades will always be working in the 386th Brigade in the future."

The old editor said.

"All the time?"

Everyone immediately understood.

This is to give 50 comrades directly to the 386th Brigade, no wonder they have to exchange food.

No wonder, many comrades have been transferred out recently.

"How much food did you change?"

There are editorial curiosity.

Fifty staff.

Those who have been able to work for a long time in the Northern Bureau and in the Xinhua Newspaper are not only intellectuals, but also comrades who have a high understanding of the spirit of the troops, and they are all elites.

The price is not low.

"Twenty tons of white flour and cornmeal, plus one ton of lard"

The old editor held out two fingers.

"Twenty tons?"

"So much!"

"No wonder the food has been getting better lately."

The newspaper staff was shocked.

Twenty tons of white flour, cornmeal, and one ton of lard.

It's a lot of money.

The average person has 800 catties of grain, and there are priceless white flour buns, and even very precious lard - this thing, the price of this thing is higher than that of pork.

"Twenty tons is a lot, and we can't help but eat it all at once!"

But there were also sighs.

"Indeed."

"We are based in the area, but there is too little food."

The crowd sighed.

Not to mention the entire Northern Bureau, even the relevant staff of their news and newspaper office, including the young people who have just come in to study, all add up to hundreds of people, and 20 tons of food, which is not enough to eat at all.

"Not a total of twenty tons."

At this time, the old editor emphasized:

"It's twenty tons per person."

"Twenty tons per person?"

Everyone was stunned.

"Yes."

The old editor emphasized:

"Fifty comrades, each of whom is twenty tons of staple food, plus one ton of lard."

"That's not it..."

Some editors were stunned and said in disbelief:

"A thousand tons of grain, twenty tons of lard?"

"Yes."

The old editor nodded:

"This batch of grain has just been transported by the transportation team of the General Logistics Department, and it has just been put into storage."

In the newspaper office, there was silence for a while.

This price is a bit too high!

Twenty tons.

An ordinary person can almost eat so much food in a lifetime!

"A thousand tons of grain, twenty tons of lard, where did they get so much grain!"

Someone couldn't believe it.

But someone thinks differently:

"I think that a thousand tons of grain is estimated to be not enough for us to eat."

"So, are they still short of people?"

"Haha, I'll ask next time."

In the midst of laughter, someone noticed the form in the old comrade's hand.

A systematic, scientific, and suited statistical system has been gradually extended to the headquarters.

"Is this a table of food statistics?"

"Yes."

"Hey, this form is very scientific, well-organized, implemented, and very suitable for our troops, and the paper quality is also very good."

"Hey, if only there was newsprint."

"Our troops have just annihilated another squadron of devils, but unfortunately, it can only be published next week."

1,000 tons of grain has alleviated the food problem of the newspaper staff, but the shortage of newsprint and even ink is still very serious, so much so that it affects the propaganda ability of the troops.

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Meanwhile.

Headquarters.

The brigade commander is talking to the boss about business.

Yes, talk about business.

"Need the old Red Army?"

The boss's tone is vigilant:

"What do you want the old Red Army for?"

Those who can be called the old Red Army not only have excellent military qualities, but also have a high level of education and firm revolutionary beliefs.

It is the best part of the army.

With the battle with the devils, there are fewer and fewer of these people, and each of them is the absolute backbone of the Eighth Route Army.

Ding Wei, Kong Jie, Li Yunlong, Wu Cheng, Cheng Shifa, as well as Zhang Wan and this group of people, are all old Red Army, of course, they are among the old Red Army, and they are also the backbone.

"Lack of officers!"

"Lack of talent!"

The brigade commander smiled.

The old Red Army, who can have this title, basically has the ability to serve as a battalion commander.

With the further expansion of the 386th Brigade and the development of the training of 50,000 militia troops, he can complete the training of grassroots company and platoon cadres by himself, but the battalion commander cannot.

The 50,000 militia needed a lot of battalion-level officers, and there were other posts that also needed these old Red Armymen, especially the logistics warehouse purchased by Li Yunlong.

According to Li Yunlong's hints, there may be bigger actions in the follow-up.

In short, the independent regiment needs talents, reliable and trustworthy talents.

He had to find a way from the headquarters.

Don't look at the headquarters usually crying and shouting, there is not enough talent, there are not enough people, but in fact, the headquarters and the border area along the security area, it is definitely full of talents.

A large number of young intellectuals have always defected to the army.

Especially after the incident in December last year, the bald head and Yan Laoxi thought that they had dealt a blow to the troops and put them in difficulty, but in fact, it made many intellectuals realize the essence of preserved fruits and defected to the troops in large numbers.

Lack of talent now?

No

What is lacking is the material resources to give full play to these talents.

The most troublesome are serious financial difficulties.

As for the preserved fruit, if not a grain of grain is allowed to enter the base area, and not a single horse is allowed to enter the base area, the brigade commander can die of laughter.

If it weren't for the fact that there was really no money in the base area, those blockaded troops would be material transport teams.

"No."

The boss directly refused.

There are still a lot of old Red Army and Eighth Route Army, but they are all talents, and now the Eighth Route Army as a whole is short of officers, and it is impossible to give one more to the 386th Brigade.

"Five hundred tons of grain each."

The brigade commander directly offered the price.

Xu Ping is 500 tons, it has been so long, and it is time to increase the price, so these old Red Army, who have experienced a hundred battles and have been trained by the headquarters, naturally have to start with 500 tons.

"Five hundred tons of grain!"

"One?"

The boss swallowed.

"It's the white noodles I brought with me at the last meeting."

The brigade commander said in a snarling tone:

"Five hundred tons for one person, plus twenty-five tons of lard."

"How much do you want?"

It seems that Li Yunlong's God of Wealth has allocated a large amount of food... The boss directly lit up his eyes.

Food is a good thing.

There is an urgent shortage of bases.

The more the merrier, and the more the merrier.

"Fifty."

The brigade commander held out five fingers.

The boss pondered in his heart.

Fifty is 25,000 tons, and there are more than 1,000 tons of lard, which is a lot for the Taiyue Military Region, but for the entire Eighth Route Army Headquarters, it is actually very little.

The boss naturally knew that after three years of development, the total size of the Eighth Route Army had exceeded 200,000, and the number of ordinary people in the base areas exceeded 27 million, including the border areas.

In addition, this year's weather is not good, grain harvests have failed in many places, coupled with the blockade of preserved fruits, and the economy is in difficulty; according to the estimates of the staff members of the border areas along the An'an, in view of the difficult transportation situation in the base areas, at least 5 million tons of grain are needed to ensure that a large number of ordinary people will not starve to death in the base areas.

Twenty-five thousand tons are not enough to plug the gaps between the teeth.

On the Yan'an side, it is already ready to let the 359th Brigade open up the wasteland and be self-sufficient.

Let's try how hard this God of Wealth is!

"Fifty, this is the old Red Army, you kid thinks it's cabbage!"

The boss frowned, and then said:

"I have a total of a hundred here, and the headquarters is not enough."

"A hundred?"

The brigade commander's eyes lit up.

The brigade commander knew in his heart.

This attitude, this tone, the price of 500 tons a is obviously tempting, but I still want more.

That's why it's estimated that there are a hundred.

Let him continue to make an offer.

"And what do you offer?"

"If you can give 1,000 tons each, I will give you 100 old Red Army."

The boss opened his mouth first in order to make a follow-up counteroffer.

"Deal."

The brigade commander was overjoyed.

Just spent the budget!

CEO: "? ”

····

Time goes back a few days ago.

Separate regiments.

"Apply for a batch of grain and buy manpower?"

Hearing this application, Lu Renjia (system) seemed to be stunned.

"Yes, there's no shortage of talent."

Li Yunlong rubbed his hands and said:

"Holding the artillery company commander Xu Ping, he still bought 500 tons of grain from the brigade commander."

"There's no way, our troops are short of talents!"

After two months of pondering and researching, Grand Master Li saw that the weapons and ammunition were very tightly stuck by Brother Lu, but the food was very relaxed.

"How much?"

"Two hundred thousand tons! I guess this person must have increased the price, and this year, prices have skyrocketed! ”

After saying this, Grand Master Li's face was not red at all.

"Okay!"

"200,000 tons of grain, plus 20,000 tons of lard."

"Ready to deliver."

(End of chapter)