"Hey, why did you post it again?!"

"Didn't the little devil tear it up yesterday?"

Northern Review.

Early morning.

The common people looked at the familiar newspapers on the wall, and couldn't help but hey in unison, and stopped to watch.

It's like watching an opera.

It's been four days, and everyone has read this newspaper and knows its contents.

But it doesn't prevent everyone from watching the play.

"I guess I put it up again in the evening."

There was a lot of talking.

In the minds of the Northern Commentary, especially ordinary people, the Eighth Route Army is almost unknown, and it can even be said that few people know about it.

There is no way, after all, the area where the troops are active is not a city, and there is a lack of propaganda means, so it is normal to not know.

"This guy is called Balu, and his strength is good."

Someone was surprised.

"Indeed."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

They couldn't be clearer about the strength of the devils in Beiping.

This guy called Balu can actually post newspapers next to the devil every day under the nose of the devil of the Beijing Review, which is enough to show that his ability is not weak.

"You can't really kill that devil general named Miyano Michichi, right?"

Suddenly, people were looking forward to the things recorded in the newspapers.

···

"Yaga!"

The newspapers that appear regularly every day make people talk about it outside the city, and the people begin to look forward to it.

And Naoto Matsuzaki, who was in charge of cleaning up the newspaper, was very big.

"Haven't you caught the newspaper guy yet?"

Naoto Matsuzaki scolded a group of junior officers such as the special high-tech department to which the police force belonged and the intelligence department of the North China Front.

Four days!

Four whole days!

Nearly 1,000 police officers and intelligence officers didn't catch the Tuba Road lurking in Beiping!

"Caught some."

"No, a lot of them."

The subordinate smiled bitterly.

The Locust Army has been operating in Beiping for more than two years, and it is deeply rooted and powerful, so it is naturally very simple to catch some guys who stick newspapers on the wall at night.

The next night, a large part of it was caught.

But...

"Why didn't you report it to me?"

Naoto Matsuzaki frowned.

If you caught it, why not report it to him.

"These people who are responsible for posting newspapers are all locals, many of them are our people, and they were hired by Tubalu at their expense."

The subordinate continued to smile wryly.

"Spend money to hire?"

This news made Naoto Matsuzaki stunned for a long time.

"Dirt Eight Road spends money to hire people to post newspapers?"

Things were so incredible that Naoto Matsuzaki couldn't help but repeat them.

Who is Dirt Eight Road?

Notoriously poor haha,

Poor as a clang.

A guy who wants money and doesn't want to die, can die in order to save hundreds of oceans.

This group of people can actually hire people to post newspapers on a large scale?

Dirt Eight Road is crazy?

"According to the interrogation."

The subordinate continued to report:

"Someone contacted them, gave them money, asked them to put up newspapers."

"Then follow the vine and grab those dirt roads."

Naoto Matsuzaki is murderous.

Although I don't know how Tubalu suddenly became rich and was able to hire people to work on a large scale, I thought that hiring people would avoid the investigation of the locust army?

Naive.

The mouth of the person who takes the money to do things does not matter.

"We're already investigating..."

Some of his subordinates are distracted.

"Did you catch the dirt behind you?"

Naoto Matsuzaki frowned.

He sensed that something was wrong.

"This gang is subcontracted layer by layer."

The subordinate used a new word:

"The Tuba Road Underground Party found some locals and asked them to post newspapers."

"They also know that the Xinhua newspaper violated the order of the locust army."

"So, these people take some of the money, find other people to post newspapers, subcontract layer by layer, at least five or six times, and they will hide their identities."

"It's hard to investigate."

"Layers of subcontracting?"

Naoto Matsuzaki was dumbfounded.

How else can it be done?

···

"Good news."

A message from the extra-high class interrupted Naoto Matsuzaki's dumbfounded mood.

"Good news for Your Excellency."

"What's the good news?"

Naoto Matsuzaki looked at him with joy.

Come and get to know the extra high class.

The special high-tech department is subordinate to the police department, but it is under the control of the intelligence department of the North China Front.

Therefore, if there is important information, clues related to the sources and channels of the Eighth Route Army's materials, they will be reported to him as soon as possible.

"According to the information transmitted by the secret intelligence officers of the Locust Army who infiltrated the Eighth Route Army."

Someone to report down:

"He got the monthly military supply list of the Eighth Route Army in the Taiyue Mountains."

The devil has been deployed in the country for decades, and the intelligence force should not be underestimated, and there are thousands of hidden spies, almost all over the country, involving all walks of life, and every force has it.

In addition, the secrecy system of the Eighth Route Army has not yet been perfected.

Now with a force, I actually got the weapons and ammunition statistics table of the logistics center of the Taiyue base area.

But after all, it is a high-secret military secret, and the devil spy can only take a few photos in a hurry, so he only got the general outline table of the catalog, as well as part of the data, and the detailed data did not arrive.

"Yo Xi!"

Naoto Matsuzaki was overjoyed.

Arms and ammunition statistics table.

It's a secret from the extreme.

···

"Yo Si."

Compared with Matsuzaki Naoto's excitement, the commander of the North China Front, Tada Jun, was even more excited.

"Only one regiment of weapons and equipment can be obtained per month?"

Looking at the photo in his hand, Tada Jun excitedly paced back and forth to vent his inner excitement.

"Hey."

"Based on the analysis of the photographs."

The person in charge of the special high school course of the Beijing Review reported:

"There seems to be some restriction on aiding the forces of the Eighth Road, food and other materials can be provided on a large scale, but weapons and equipment can only provide a regimental size every month."

"According to the analysis of the battlefield, this piece of information can be determined to be true."

"Yo Si."

"Yo Si."

Tada Jun kept going on and on.

There are a lot of weapons and ammunition for the size of a regiment every month.

A year is the weapons and ammunition of twelve regiments.

In particular, the forces that support the Tubalu are very advanced in industrial technology, not to mention those 60 and 82 mortars with a range of more than three kilometers and five kilometers, even if they are 38-year-old rifles, the quality is still a big cut of the empire.

Higher accuracy and lower failure rate.

But there is a fixed upper limit on the number.

Counting the loss of equipment, that is to say, Tubalu relies on foreign weapons and ammunition to improve its strength, and can only form a maximum of twelve main regiments.

About 36,000 people.

It is equivalent to a half-class division of the empire.

Just thought of this.

"However, their regiment is based on the size of 5,000 men."

The people of the extra-high class made Tada Jun's face darken.

A regiment of five thousand people.

Twelve regiments per year, that is, 60,000 weapons and equipment, that is to say, equivalent to two full armor transformation regiments in the empire.

"I don't think there will be too much ammunition."

"Especially the shells."

Tada Jun hurriedly comforted himself.

"Among them are twelve 120 heavy mortars with twelve thousand rounds of shells per month."

But the words of the special high school class immediately shattered Tadajun's self-comfort.

"Yaga!"

After being silent for a long time, Tada Jun could only silently spit out a baga in the end.

He suddenly remembered the round of massive shelling that the 27th Division had encountered.

Although the details are terrible, this is a piece of good news after all, and Tada Jun is greatly encouraged - there is no need to worry, the strength of the Eighth Road has skyrocketed to the extent that even the North China Front cannot cope with it.

···

"It's not just about killing Miyano Michichi this time."

"I also want to take a picture of him and publish it on the front page of Xinhua News for everyone to see."

Yang Village.

Zhao Gang stated the mission goal of the trip.

Not only to kill Michichi Miyano, but also to take photos of Michiichi Miyano's death as propaganda.

"It's better to film the battle scenes."

Xinhua News Agency photographer Lao Xia on the side added.

"It's easy."

Li Yunlong waved his hand.

He has a detailed Miyano Michiichi location on his communicator.

According to the plan,

He was ready to refer to the battle that Sakata Kita had killed, and attack the west again.

···

Meanwhile.

Yang Spring.

A military train slowly stopped at the train station.

Surrounded by a group of guards, the chief of staff of the North China Front, Major General Michiichi Miyano, stepped off the train and stepped into an armored car.

The armored car slowly drove away from the railway station and headed for the headquarters of the 29th Brigade in Yangquan.

Next to the armored car, there is a loaded Yamamoto team.

Among them even includes Kazuki Yamamoto.

In order to protect the safety of Miyano Michichi, Kazuki Yamamoto personally went into battle and tried to be foolproof.

···

Also at the same time.

Northern Review.

A suburban restaurant.

Here is the liaison of the underground party of the Beijing Review, Wensheng. and American businessman George Galvin.

There is also a staff officer from the headquarters who arrived in Beiping with Yun Wu,

"Good."

"Good."

At this time, the headquarters staff officer looked at the stack of machinery and equipment materials in his hand and nodded with satisfaction.

Although they are all foreign obsolete manufacturing equipment, it is better to be usable, and the key is that it can immediately form a perfect production line.

That's the key.

afterwards

An arsenal was formed in the Taiyue Mountains, which was destroyed in the sweep of devils, and then, a new production line of weapons and equipment was completed.

"As long as the deposit is paid, I will arrange the transportation immediately"

Seeing that the customer was satisfied, George Galvin was also overjoyed and couldn't wait to facilitate the sale.

Now that the price of silver in the United States is high, as long as this is more than a deal, he will not only make a large profit, but also make a lot of money by selling silver.

"Okay."

Seeing that there was no problem, Wen Sheng glanced behind him, and a comrade immediately took George Galvin to hand over the silver dollar.

···

Following.

That is, the fifth day.

Xinhua newspapers appeared again on the walls of the streets and alleys of Beiping.

After five consecutive days of chickens and dogs, the devil also seems to have been appointed, in addition to immediately arranging for people to clear Xinhua News, his attitude is no longer as angry as before.

"As long as Chief of Staff Miyano is safe."

"These newspapers are a joke."

In the face of the inquiry of his superiors, Naoto Matsuzaki swore in a confident tone:

"The purpose of the Eighth Route is to enhance their reputation through this incident and attract only that person to join the Eighth Route Army."

"Makes sense!"

Being reminded like this, Tada Jun also felt that his brain was suddenly smooth.

He also knows.

These newspapers are very troublesome to get rid of.

But the other way around.

As long as Chief of Staff Miyano is safe, these newspapers will instead become a joke of Tsuchihachi.

Self-inflicted humiliation.

Is it possible that Dirt Hachichi could threaten Michichi Miyano's life?

No way.

"Strengthen the capture of rats lurking in the North Commentary."

After admonishing him, Tada Jun was busy with his own business.

The upcoming sweep in late October will be aimed at the Taiyue Mountains.

After knowing that the Eighth Route Army could only obtain weapons and ammunition for 5,000 people every month, he couldn't wait to advance this sweep.

However, Matsuzaki's expression was not at all relaxed.

Newspapers are not much of a problem.

But here's the thing.

Around the North Commentary, the empire has three steps and one sentry, five steps and one post, and it is almost a blockade layer by layer.

He has also recently stepped up his efforts to inspect railways and highways, and only searched people who entered the Beiping area, almost scraping the ground.

It's not surprising that newspapers are flowing in.

There are no impermeable walls in the world.

But what is incredible is that his all-out investigation found almost no clues.

Hundreds of sentry posts, investigative search teams, did not find a single newspaper.

And those, Xinhua News, apparently, are the latest to be printed.

The traces of the new ink are very visible.

Tens of thousands of newspapers are not a small number.

So the question arises, how did those dirt roads transport newspapers into Beiping City?

"Yaga!"

Thinking of this, Naoto Matsuzaki's face turned dark.

Compared to newspapers, there is a secret transportation channel on the Dirt Eighth Road, which can avoid all the transportation channels of the locust army's eyeline, which is a big problem.

"Report."

At this time, one of his subordinates walked in and reported to Naoto Matsuzaki:

"In the past half a month, some of the universities in the Beijing Review have disappeared who only take culture."

Even their families are gone. ’

"The total number of people is more than three hundred!"

"After the investigation of the special high school, I did not find out how these people left, only that they left with their families at night, but they did not carry their belongings, and then never returned."

"Nani?"

Naoto Matsuzaki was taken aback.

After the locust army entered the Northern Assessment, many of the universities in the Northern Appraisal of the Republic of China fled, but many were forced to stay.

Many of them are technicians, intellectuals.

In order to avoid causing unrest, the empire did not take action against those who had influence in the country, but only placed them under house arrest, and surveilled them, as well as severely restricting the courses of these universities.

Avoid these people from falling into the hands of preserved fruits and earth eight roads.

Most of these people have studied abroad, but they are talents from all walks of life.

It's not surprising that someone fled.

The locust army is not omnipotent, and it is impossible to keep an eye on everyone.

But in half a month, more than 300 people went missing, and the locust army did not find any clues.

"That is."

Naoto Matsuzaki narrowed his eyes:

"There is a secret transport channel that can be smuggled out on a large scale, but the locust army does not know about it."

"Hey."

"The odds are high."

The subordinate replied.

"Check!"

"Use all means to find out this passage."

Naoto Matsuzaki's eyes were excited.

He couldn't find out how those mysterious materials, weapons and ammunition entered the Taiyue Mountains and got into the hands of Tubalu.

No way, after all, the Taiyue Mountains are the territory of Tuba Road.

Is it possible, I can't find out, how did these people leave the Beijing Review?

Northern Commentary, but the territory of the Locust Army.

"Hey!"

The subordinates immediately went to arrange the execution.

(End of chapter)