Chapter 33 Target Baoding Airport, Free Shelling at Full Speed! (iv)

"Profit!"

Holding the contract signed by the staff officer of the Gao County Devil Brigade, Liu Shun sincerely praised it.

He served as the leader of the guerrilla force in Gao County for more than a year, developed a huge guerrilla force of 500 people, established dozens of base areas with a deep mass base, and nailed the wedge under the noses of the devils.

Qian Dayun also dared to meet directly with the devil officer.

It shows that from beginning to end, the devil has not mastered the appearance of Qian Dayun.

It's not easy.

"Thanks to the support of my superiors."

Qian Dayun shook his head.

He has not been exposed to the devil's vision for more than a year, mostly because the guerrillas are very weak and unable to compete with the devils, and they have been constantly shifting.

Even when encountering a puppet army, it is rarely confronted.

The cost is insufficient, there is no way.

You can only try to save yourself.

And after the funds were sufficient, he also changed his strategy, no longer directly confronting the devils, but going all out to infiltrate and develop, focusing on the development and growth of intelligence.

Because a thousand clouds have discovered,

In the Eighth Route Army, there are so many people who can fight, not to mention far away, let's just say that Li Yunlong and Grand Master Li are about the same time as him, and all the devils killed by others are in a basket.

But what the Eighth Route Army lacked was intelligence talent.

And he happens to be very good at dealing with people, and he is good at dancing with long sleeves.

After consulting with his superiors, Qian Dayun finally decided to develop in the intelligence aspect, and as for the head-on conflict with the devils, showing up in the base area, etc., he handed it over to the deputy captain of the Gao County guerrillas.

···

"Superior support."

Liu Shun muttered to himself.

Although the regiment commander brought a lot of advanced weapons and ammunition, the quantity was huge, rifles, pistols, machine guns, cannons, and even airplanes and trucks, tens of millions of bullets, tens of thousands of rifles, and thousands of machine guns.

But at the level of the whole army, there are really not many weapons in this batch.

The troops with better weapons and equipment than the devils are the ten main regiments in the Taiyue base area.

In other base areas, even in the best-equipped Taihang base area, some of the elite main regiments are only a little more than four-fifths of the devil's firepower, and the rest are even less than half of the devil's firepower.

After all, it's only been half a year.

And after receiving weapon support, most of the battles with the devils are hard battles, and the loss of weapons and equipment is also very serious.

The Gaoxian base area is too far away from the Taiyue base area, and the only way to get support is a few silver dollars, and it is estimated that there will not even be a barge gun.

But as a veteran who came from the most difficult times, Liu Shun witnessed the rise of the army with his own eyes.

To this day, Liu Shun has a concept in his heart.

For grassroots guerrillas, silver dollars are far more effective than some weapons and ammunition.

In the final analysis, one of the essences of war is economic struggle.

With the support of the common people and sufficient funds, it is almost impossible for the grassroots guerrillas to be completely eliminated as long as the commanders are not stupid.

···

Same.

"How much sorghum did they sell today?"

Ze County.

In the home of the big landlord Jia Old Man, the big landlord Jia asked in an anxious tone.

"A thousand tons."

The butler replied.

"Or a thousand tons?"

Old man Jia's tone became more and more anxious.

It's been four days.

It has been four days since the Eighth Route Army Highway was bombed by the Japanese.

As a result, the grain sold by Tubalu every day is still 1,000 tons. Although it is sorghum, even if they buy it desperately, the price of grain in southern Hebei is still slowly falling.

To this day,

Even when the Eighth Route Army no longer invested in the market, the market price of imported rice and white flour with complete packaging had dropped to three yuan a catty.

Bulk sorghum is even only a dime a pound a piece.

You know, they buy sorghum with a piece of five.

"How much sorghum do they have?"

Old man Jia paced back and forth, relieving his inner anxiety, first asking himself rhetorically, and then looking at the housekeeper:

"Are you sure that no convoys of grain have passed on the road recently?"

can control such a big family business, Old Man Jia is not a fool.

Although the Zhizishan Bridge was strictly blocked by the Eighth Route Army and no one was allowed to approach, at the beginning, he sent his family members to keep an eye on the highway to observe whether there was any grain convoy passing.

The information received is that in the last four days, not a single convoy of mules and horses has passed through the road.

"Nope."

The butler's tone was affirmative.

"The person who goes to watch is very reliable."

The housekeeper emphasized:

"There was some movement in the evening, but it wasn't sure of the mule team."

At night, relying on active infrared night vision devices to transport and observe, and there is a fleet of heavy-duty trucks guarded by cavalry, even the devils have not found much, let alone the landlords.

"Go ahead and buy!"

"Markup!"

"The price of sorghum is increased to two pieces."

"Imported grain with complete packaging is added to three pieces of seven."

Old man Jia was ruthless, gritted his teeth and said.

When two thousand tons of grain in the warehouse were mortgaged, he had no way out.

Once the price of grain in the base area drops, not to mention the grain mortgaged, even the mortgaged land will not be returned, that is to say, once the price of grain falls to the level sold by the Eighth Route Army, he will have to go bankrupt.

"Yes, sir."

The steward immediately went to do it.

"You shouldn't mortgage your land."

Old man Jia sighed in his heart and regretted not being at the beginning.

···

Following.

Nighttime.

"That is."

In the headquarters of the North China Front, Tada Jun gritted his teeth word by word:

"In just half a year, the North China Front Army has broken fourteen chiefs of staff of the First Army?"

Tada Jun has just received news from the Chief of Staff and Deputy Chief of Staff of the First Army.

"Hey."

The staff officer bowed his head and said loudly.

"Yaga."

The corners of Tadajun's eyes jumped, but he could only spit out an eight-grid tooth road.

He wanted to scold Yoshio Shinozuka, wanted to oust Yoshio Shinozuka from the position of commander of the First Army, wanted to blame Yoshio Shinozuka for all the problems, and wanted to say that Yoshio Shinozuka was a waste.

But the chief of staff of his First Army, who was also broken, was also killed by the Eighth Route Army.

The base camp's dissatisfaction with him has reached its peak, and the locusts have also named him as dissatisfied.

Not to mention dealing with Yoshio Shinozuka, he may not even be able to keep his position.

"Tell Naoto Matsuzaki to come over."

Furious for a while, Tada Jun took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, and said to the staff officer.

As more and more bad luck happens, Tada's temper is getting better and better.

"Hey."

The staff officer breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly went to inform Naoto Matsuzaki.

···

Before the order of Tada Jun arrived.

"Yaga."

In Naoto Matsuzaki's office, the head of the Devil's Organ Section in North China looked at a newspaper in his hand, and after the corners of his eyes jumped for a moment, he also silently spit out a baga.

At this time, he was holding a Xinhua newspaper in his hand.

On the front page, the headline is still an impossibly clear photo - the wreckage of two downed Locust Army Type 99 bombers near the Zhizishan Bridge.

and, the photos of the three traitors to the empire who only took 400,000 oceans.

"Yaga."

After a moment of silence, Naoto Matsuzaki spat out a Yaga again.

The photo is hard to deny.

What's more, it's still such a clear photo.

The jade crushing of Miyano Michiichi, chief of staff of the Imperial North China Front, the fermentation of the United Flag incident,

As more and more people saw the three captured United Flags on the side of Tuba Road, and even stepped on the Imperial Wing Flag to take photos, the Imperial Wing Flag was no longer beautiful.

All these have made the authority of Xinhua News deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

It is conceivable that the downing of the two Imperial planes recorded in this newspaper will inevitably have a serious impact on the morale of the Imperial Locust Army - the Eighth Route has dropped the Imperial fighter planes from the altar.

There are also 400,000 oceans to distribute photos.

There's nothing more appealing to madness than real money.

It is conceivable that in the future, only that person will attack the locust army frantically, and there will also be a huge, almost irreparable rift between the locust army and the imperial army.

Naoto Matsuzaki only felt a chill down his spine.

Now only the chief of staff of the First Army is wanted,

And what about the future?

Chief of Staff of the North China Front?

Even!

Including him, the organ science and technology officer?

In the face of money, not to mention those imperial alliance troops who regard money as their lives, even if they are loyal warriors within the imperial locust army, I am afraid that there will be many people who are tempted, right?

Naoto Matsuzaki felt a cold sweat dripping from his back.

"Huh?"

"Is it today's newspaper?"

Suddenly, Naoto Matsuzaki stared at him, and he realized that this newspaper was issued today.

known

The printing factory on Tuba Road is in the depths of the Taihang Mountains, 400 kilometers away from the Beiping Straight Line.

So··

"Where did these newspapers come from?"

Naoto Matsuzaki looked at his subordinates who came to deliver the newspaper,

Four hundred kilometers, even if it is transported, landed, and distributed by plane, it will take a day, how can it reach him so quickly?

Could it be...

Naoto Matsuzaki's eyes were full of anticipation.

Caught the newspaper transportation channel of the dirt eight road?

"They used a night airdrop."

The subordinate replied in a trembling tone.

"Airdrop!?"

"Nighttime airdrops?"

Naoto Matsuzaki suddenly felt dizzy.

It is known that the North China Front did not have night fighters and could do nothing against the planes of the enemy at night.

Homegrown night fighters are still being studied,

Again, far away.

so

How to deal with the enemy's dropping of these newspapers over the Northern Commentary?

"Send someone to search for these newspapers immediately."

Naoto Matsuzaki commanded loudly.

If the news of the 400,000 oceans spreads, the impact on public security will be even more serious than the attack on Chief of Staff Miyano.

"Hey."

The subordinates immediately went to execute.

"Dazuo, the commander asked you to go."

"Commander?"

Looking at the newspaper on the table, Naoto Matsuzaki already knew what Commander Tada had asked him to do.

Blocking newspapers.

But··

"I see."

Naoto Matsuzaki smiled bitterly.

···

Just do it.

On the day that Qian Dayun got the endorsement of the devil's staff officer.

He organized migrant workers and began to dig runways and build warehouses six kilometers away from the Guizi Baoding Airport.

Thanks to the endorsement of the Devil's Staff Officer and the six-kilometer safe distance, the Devil paid little attention to this 'farm', and only came to inspect a few guards before leaving.

Follow the principle of simplicity.

Coupled with the miracle of abundant funds.

Three days later.

The runway and warehouse were built. (End of chapter)

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