"I said that every time we attack, those people get the news faster than us!"
Yingzuo threw a large stack of telegrams on the table. This was all kinds of intelligence monitored by the Japanese army's radio stations. What does this prove? The Communist army here has more radio stations than the Japanese army. They
Smaller units of combat troops could be contacted by telegraph.
"Colonel, I think we should change our tactics. If this continues, we will be like flies flying around!"
"Baga! You don't need to remind me! I don't know where so many radio stations on the Eighth Route came from. It may be through the Kuomintang. Let people from the Intelligence Department investigate and ask what is going on."
Of course, Han Cheng, as the person involved, knows best about what is going on. All the radio stations were built by himself. The current radio stations are enough for use. As long as they are properly maintained, they can basically be used for a long time.
"The Intelligence Department has checked and found that no one has provided such a large number of radio stations to the Eighth Route. Moreover, the import and export radio stations of the National Government are directly allocated to the southern part of Hu Zong and Li Zongren's department. There is no radio station allocated to the Eighth Route.
"
"Then how did they do it? Did they make it themselves?"
Ying Zuo was furious now. Japanese officers in other places had received medals because they had strong control over the local area. When he went to the Japanese headquarters in Taiyuan, Ying Zuo was scolded and slapped.
Although he could not release all his grievances, he could scold his subordinates for their incompetence.
"Colonel, I think our recent military operations are quite good. Look, since we sent out troops, the casualties of the Taijuns have plummeted. In the past month, only thirteen of the Taijuns have died.
Yes, this is very gratifying."
Captain Huang took a report and handed it to Ying Zuo to read, with a flattering look on his face, bending over and giving a thumbs up.
"Humph, that's because our combat troops died more!"
Just as he was talking, Yoshida-kun came over with a knife in his hand, and then slapped the table hard.
"Ying Zuojun, you should know why I'm looking for you. The resistance of the Eighth Route Army in this area is beyond my imagination. My troops suffered heavy losses. We are the troops that captured Taiyuan, not the troops fighting a security war with you! I will
Report to the Taiyuan headquarters immediately and request to be transferred out of here and go directly to support the Xuzhou battlefield!"
"Yoshida-kun, you should be aware of my pain. If I have any other way, can I still come to you?"
There is nothing Kagezu can do now, because the only one he can rely on now is the elite division in Yoshida's hands.
"Why do you object to my application to use special bombs? The battle has already been fought like this, why can't we use special bombs? We should use stronger weapons against Eighth Route Army to completely eliminate his will."
Yoshida is already very angry. The loss of any of his soldiers is very sad. These are elite soldiers who have experienced long-term training and actual combat. Such elite troops can no longer be found in the country. They died in this place in vain.
, this is not a wise choice.
"Because there will be a military column coming from North China soon, and the military column will be equipped with new weapons from the Northeastern Army."
"Oh? New weapons?"
"Yes, it is said that professional troops will be deployed. Please Yoshida-kun please be patient for the time being. After the new weapons arrive, all that is left is to clean up the battlefield."
In fact, it was not another army that came, but a small unit of Unit 731 from the northeast. They were specially responsible for releasing bacterial weapons. In this batch, they brought more than 100,000 rats, which will be released in Shanxi
key areas.
"Okay, it seems that you, Ying Zuo, are quite capable, so I will wait for your new weapon for now."
Captain Huang didn't know what the two Japanese were talking about, but he just knew that the two people who were about to fight just now were as good as brothers.
"Taijun? What do you mean?"
"It's nothing, it's just a new weapon sent by the headquarters, ready to be used against the Eighth Route Army. Don't spread this matter to anyone else, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."
Captain Huang was a little skeptical, but the Japanese came over with new weapons and didn't tell others what they were.
"Okay Taijun, let's pretend that today's matter has not been mentioned."
"Um!"
Captain Huang walked out of the Japanese headquarters after the meeting and went to a noodle shop. He ordered a bowl of noodles, a bottle of wine, and a few taels of pickles. In the winter, if there is no food, this is the only way to eat, and the noodles are not good noodles either.
It's multi-grain noodles and white noodles, which Taijun ate.
"Dude, another bottle of wine!"
"okay!"
That's all there was to do in the hands of the Japanese. After the meeting, he started eating directly. He was wearing breeches, riding boots, and a riding crop. Others were three miles away from Captain Huang because they couldn't afford to offend him.
"Hey, Captain Huang, where are you going to make a fortune?"
"Hey, Lao Liu, sit down! Brother, give me a pair of chopsticks!"
The boy took a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Old Liu. Old Liu looked at the things in front of him and took something out of his bag.
"You said you are the captain of the security force, why do you only eat this little thing?"
"How can we eat without eating this? All the meat in this city has been taken away by the princes, so some pickles would be good."
"I have a roast chicken here. Let's have a drink together!"
"Oh, roast chicken, you can't see this thing here!"
Captain Huang took the stuff wrapped in oil paper, opened it, took a look, and then quickly put it away.
"Let's eat the roasted chicken tomorrow. Where did you buy the roasted chicken? I bought it! Take it back and I'll drink it slowly!"
The thing inside the oil paper is nothing else, but stacks of counterfeit banknotes. Although this thing is not valuable, in the county, only counterfeit banknotes are recognized. With so many counterfeit banknotes, what kind of roast chicken is that? This is a golden rooster.
Although there is no meat, you can go out of the city to hunt, but can you make money when you go out of the city?
"Okay, you can just give it to me. What's the relationship between the two of us, right?"
"Come on, let's have a drink. By the way, I have something I need to ask you about."
"No problem. Is there anything I can't ask for advice on? For the sake of the roast chicken, I know that I can tell you everything, so tell me!"
Old Liu picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine, then asked carefully.
"I want to smuggle a batch of arms. I wonder if your brother has any skills?"
"Of course I have connections. Although I, Huang Qiang, usually don't do human affairs, I still have some connections. I got paid to do this, so it's really hard to find connections."
"It's easy to handle. The arms I'm selling this time are Japanese guns. Do you think there is a big customer willing to buy them?"
"Brother, you have really found the right person. Now the people in the south are looking for this Japanese gun. The purpose is to get promoted and make a fortune. This is a good business for you."
Huang Qiang turned his head to the side and said in a low voice, while also explaining the market situation.
"One more thing is that if your brother can help me sell them, I am willing to give you 30% of the money I get from this batch of guns. What do you think, brother?"