It was also the next day.

Northern Review.

Morning.

"What kind of newspaper is this?"

"This newspaper is so beautiful."

People in the streets and alleys saw the Xinhua Newspaper posted on the wall, and they cast curious glances one after another.

Stopped to watch.

The printing press given by the system is very advanced, reaching the level of the nineties in the later generations, in fact, it has a color printing function, but it is limited by the lack of color ink, so it can only be printed in black and white.

But even if it's still printed in black and white.

The printed newspaper is still very beautiful, gorgeous, and the quality of the pictures is comparable to that of a photo.

All newspapers beyond this era.

Appearance is justice!

Beautiful things always attract people's attention.

In the morning, almost everyone who passes by stops to take a closer look at these newspapers.

Even if most people are illiterate.

"What's written on this?"

Someone asked curiously.

During the Anti-Japanese War, more than ninety percent of the people in China could not read a single big character, even if it was the Northern Commentary, this thousand-year-old capital, was not much better.

"It's the newspaper of the Eighth Route Army!"

"It's called Xinhua News."

"Is the Eighth Route Army going to kill that little devil general, or is it going to kill in front of the devil, and the devil is being notified in advance."

People can't read, but anyone can read pictures.

Pictures are more intimately connected than words.

Moreover, after all, this is the Northern Review, and there are always literate people.

The Eighth Route Army and the little devils?

The eyes widened and they looked at the newspaper on the wall, and their hearts were full of doubts.

The war has been broken out for three years, although the Eighth Route Army has won battles such as Pingxingguan, and even won many battles recently, pressing the devils to the ground and rubbing them.

However, limited by the speed of news transmission in this era, as well as the blockade of devils, and the intentional or unintentional restrictions of the preserved fruit, few ordinary people in Beiping know the deeds of the Eighth Route Army.

"It is said to be an armed force behind enemy lines."

"I've been fighting devils."

Some people took the opportunity to publicize it.

"So powerful?"

The common people were a little unconvinced.

The little devils are strong and strong, and there are so many planes, artillery and tanks, and the 29th Army of Commander Song has been defeated by devils, can this Eighth Route Army be more powerful than the 29th Army?

"The newspaper said that the Eighth Route Army annihilated the infantry wings of two devils in a row, and also captured three wing flags."

The man who knew the word continued:

"This time, the newspaper is to inform the devil in advance, and it is necessary to kill the chief of staff of the devil's North China Front Army by the end of August, so that the devil can prepare."

"So crazy?"

The common people were stunned.

To kill the devil general.

also dared to inform the little devil in advance.

There are enough arrogances.

Is it capable?

Or is it just lip service?

"It is said that if it succeeds, it will be published in the newspaper."

As soon as the words fell, a team of devils ran over, and everyone immediately dispersed, and the devils immediately tore up the newspaper, and the topic did not continue.

···

"It's the next day's money."

Afternoon.

Tian Liu'er saw the distinguished guest again.

As soon as they met, before he could speak, he was given a new stack of newspapers and a large stack of silver dollars.

"It's..."

With a glance at his eyes, Tian Liu'er weighed it out, and the silver dollar on the table was twenty percent more than what he gave yesterday.

His heart suddenly tightened.

Why do you give more money all of a sudden?

Is this deal yellow?

He's still waiting for the money to enjoy it.

"You did a great job yesterday."

The person who came smiled and said:

"The location of the newspaper post is very good, it is a place where the flow of people is concentrated, and there are many people who see it, I am very satisfied, this is a bonus."

"Bonus!"

A strange feeling emerged in Tian Liu'er's heart.

A feeling he had never felt before.

It's like, worth it?

Then Tian Liu'er unceremoniously put away the silver dollar on the table directly into his arms.

"Got it!"

Tian Liu'er understood what this meant.

As long as he does a good job and sticks the newspaper in a conspicuous place so that more people can see it, he will be able to get more oceans.

Many, many oceans.

After the visitor left, Tian Liu'er put away the newspaper, hid the ocean, and said to himself:

"People really give money for this!"

"No wonder the little devil is deflated."

Although Tian Liu'er is only a traitor at the lowest level, he has also developed the ability to observe words and feelings.

From the content of Xinhua News and the recent reaction of the devils, he vaguely felt that the little devils recorded in the newspaper suffered a big loss in the base area of the Eighth Route Army.

I'm afraid it's eight or nine and ten.

He also wondered why such a powerful locust army was deflated.

He worked hard for the locusts army, and how much did he do every year?

Let's take a look at the eight roads of the people.

It's no wonder that the locust army doesn't suffer.

"No, it's really been..."

Thinking of this, Tian Liu'er looked at the newspaper in his arms and squinted his eyes.

What is the chief of staff of the North China Front, no, it will really be killed by Tubalu, right?

No way?

The Japanese don't pull like that, do they?

However, if it is really killed, then the locust army will lose face!

···

Meanwhile.

"Huh..."

On the train from Beiping to Yangquan, Miyano Dao looked at the Xinhua newspaper in his hand, sneered, and then threw the newspaper aside with an expressionless face:

"Bluffing."

He scoffed.

"General."

"According to the intelligence of the First Army."

"Recently, the Eighth Route Army launched a contact assassination of the chief of staff and deputy chief of staff of the First Army, and there have been eight chiefs of staff and deputy chief of staff Yusha, including the commander of the 29th Brigade, Major General Kotani Matsubara. (The front is confused, this one is indeed dead)"

"We still need to be more vigilant."

A guard on the side reminded.

"It doesn't matter."

"Unless Dirt Eight Road can lurk around me, this trip is safe."

Michichi Miyano is still confident.

There is no fear for his life.

Although there is only one level difference between the chief of staff of the First Army and him, the security forces of the two sides are completely different.

He has a special security force, although it is not at the level of a commander who has a special line, but there will also be a special security car.

The strength of the Eighth Route Army has indeed increased recently,

But it is impossible to threaten his life.

"Hey."

The guards couldn't continue to persuade, so they could only nod their heads.

···

"Where will they start?"

Also at the same time.

Taiyuan.

On the orders of Yoshio Shinozuka, Kazuki Yamamoto, who was in charge of Miyano Michiichi's security forces, had a solemn expression.

Since the Eighth Route Army dared to openly declare war on the locust army in the newspapers and spent a lot of manpower and material resources to post it all over the country, it must have a great deal of confidence in accomplishing this.

It's just that

Yamamoto has no information in his hands,

He could only strengthen his guard one by one.

With Yangquan as the center, the patrol of the railway line was strengthened, and the garrisons of the surrounding counties were ordered to be on the highest alert.

···

Day 3.

Northern Review.

Early morning.

"Hey, this is stuck again."

The common people saw the familiar newspaper on the wall again.

And today it is posted higher, the position is better, and the view is clearer.

The people who missed it yesterday stopped to watch, and those who watched it still watched it seriously and lively.

"Say..."

"What kind of Miyano Michichi is this, it won't really be killed by the Eighth Road, right?"

"It is said that this Miyano Michichi is a general."

For two days in a row, newspapers were posted on the streets, and an idea suddenly came to people's minds.

This Eighth Route Army seems to be coming for real?

"We'll find out in a few days."

People are starting to look forward to it.

"If only I could kill it."

Quite a few people muttered silently.

After the devil came, not only did prices soar, but also issued currency indiscriminately, and the days became more and more difficult, making people angry and resentful, but under the coercion of force, the common people did not dare to resist, and they did not even dare to express dissatisfaction.

Devils are really good at killing people in the streets.

"Yaga."

"Rip it off."

"Rip it all off."

Seeing that the devil was coming, everyone suddenly scattered.

But looking at those devils who are hurriedly tearing up newspapers, people seem to be in a much better mood.

(End of chapter)