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Chapter 143, The Eighth Route Army is Different

"We won't be staying in Yangquan for long. In addition to continuing to wipe out the enemies and puppets in the city, we also need to organize soldiers to move all the materials we seized to the base area as soon as possible."

Zhao Gang is assigning tasks to some of the organized cadres and at the same time giving them a vaccination.

Sure enough, the cadres were blown away as soon as they heard it. Many people didn't understand why they gave up the city that they worked so hard to build?
"Political commissar, I understand that Xinjing Coal Mine gave up, but this is a big city that we managed to conquer, and our regiment sacrificed a lot of comrades for it. If you give up in vain, aren't they sacrificing in vain?"

"Yes, political commissar, if the little devils dare to come, let's beat them back. We can't give up the city and let the comrades die in vain."

Everyone is reluctant to take down the big city if you say anything to me.

As a big city along the Zhengtai Railway, Yangquan is also an important transit point.

The Japanese army accumulated a large amount of military materials here, and the variety and quantity were far beyond imagination.

Ordinary soldiers and cadres are mostly peasant children, and they have never been to the county town several times before.

This time when they entered the city, they were all dazzled.It is human nature to be reluctant to give up.

Zhao Gang understood them, but he couldn't make wrong decisions because of this.

"Comrades, be quiet and listen to me."

Zhao Gang wants to persuade these cadres, and then let them do ideological work for the soldiers, so as to achieve the goal of unifying the thinking of the top and bottom.

"Comrades, I know that everyone is reluctant, and I am also reluctant to go back to the mountains to drill valleys in a big city like Yangquan.

But we have to realize that although the Japanese army was temporarily defeated by us, their strength is still very strong.

If we stick to Yangquan, we will set up a target for the enemy.The enemy can calmly mobilize troops to besiege us.

Airplanes, tanks and cannons, tens of thousands, 10,000+ Japanese troops, can a city of Yangquan stop it?

Comrades have all sacrificed, who will fight the devils in the future?
If you lose your land, you will lose your land.Save people and lose land, and all people and land will survive.

If we abandon the city now and temporarily retreat to the mountains, the enemy will have nothing to do with us.

In the future, we will continue to consume the enemy and develop ourselves, and we will fight back in a few years. "

The cadres were all thinking about what the political commissar said. Yuan Lang, who had been listening for a long time at the gate of the courtyard, came out to cheer and said:
"What the political commissar said is very reasonable. Our Eighth Route Army is good at mobilizing the masses to fight guerrilla warfare. The enemy has aircraft and artillery and is good at fighting positional warfare.

It is very unwise to compare our weaknesses with the strengths of the enemy.

Everyone has made preparations early, and it is estimated that we will have to withdraw in a few days. "

Several cadres thought about it and said, "Political commissar, consultant, we understand."

Zhao Gang saw that many people had listened to it, so he simply assigned tasks and asked them to go back to do ideological work for the soldiers and prepare for the removal of supplies.

There are too many materials in Yangquan's reserves. If you don't prepare in advance, you will definitely throw away a lot when things come to an end.
For the poor and clinking Eighth Route Army, it was a waste of life.

Zhao Gang poured Yuan Lang a cup of hot water, and he knew that something must be wrong with Yuan Lang.

However, he also has one thing: "You said that we will retreat in a few days. Is it the order of Brigadier Chen?"

"If there is an order, you must know it first."

Yuan Lang was an onion in the Eighth Route Army, but it was not enough for Brigadier Chen to issue an order without informing the regimental commander and political commissar first.

He knew that the Eighth Route Army was going to withdraw, which was based on known information and a little deduction.

The Hundred Regiments War is divided into three stages, and the first stage of active attack has basically been completed now.

The headquarters definitely wants to expand the results of the battle, but you can't ignore the Japanese army.

The Japanese army is not a target that just takes a beating and doesn't fight back. If you fight with a hundred regiments, they will be able to gather troops with a backhand and give you a big sweep.

Now, the only doubt is how fast the Japanese army can build up its forces?
Zhao Gang has a little personal opinion: "The Hundred Regiments War, the destroyed road and railway strongholds are extremely unfavorable for the Japanese army to gather troops. I think this time will be in the middle and late September!"

Yuan Lang shook his head, he couldn't deny Zhao Gang's opinion.

"You underestimate the enemy's ability to repair, and to quickly reinforce with modern vehicles.

I think the enemy can gather at least troops by early September at the latest.At that time, if we are still in Yangquan, we will just wait for the little devil to make dumplings. "

The efficiency and speed of machinery are far from comparable to that of manpower.

Moreover, the Hundred Regiments War caused a great shock to the enemy, and Tokyo was shaken by it.

The face of the Japanese North China Front Army was thrown under the feet of the Eighth Route Army and trampled on again and again.

The enemy is eager to retaliate, how can the speed of gathering troops be slow?

It will only be faster than the Eighth Route Army imagined.

Yuan Lang's judgments have always been very accurate, and Zhao Gang couldn't help but believe it now.

"Is there a more specific time?"

"How about I ask Jun Tada for you?" Yuan Lang said jokingly.

It is extremely irresponsible to use similar history to judge the present.So even if he knew, Yuan Lang would not give the exact time.

You know, Yangquan that was taken down was the result of his butterfly wings.

In the original history, the No.14 regiment held on to Lion's Brain Mountain until the 27th, and then retreated.

Yangquan was still in the hands of the enemy, and Yamasho Taro was not killed.

He himself had no way of figuring out what other changes would be caused by the flapping of the butterfly's wings.

With a big city and a major general, maybe the North China Japanese Army Headquarters would be even crazier?

On this topic, Yuan Lang really didn't want to say more.Turned to another thing.

"Political commissar, I have a suggestion about the materials to be collected. It is to collect and take away the empty oil barrels as an important material."

"Empty oil drum?" Zhao Gang didn't quite understand.

It is understandable if you collect diesel and gasoline. After all, tanks use diesel, and gasoline is also a good fuel.

But what is the collection value of empty oil barrels, can they be piled up?
Before the matter is clear, Yuan Lang is hard to say, he can only say vaguely:

"This thing is very useful. If I develop it all, it will be difficult for you to find empty oil barrels in the future."

He was nagging, but Yuan Lang was always very reliable, so Zhao Gang agreed without thinking too much.

"I'll let the soldiers collect it, is there anything else you need?"

Others seem to be easier to find.Yuan Lang didn't bother Zhao Gang anymore.

Leaving the temporary regiment command post and walking on the street, although the battle is not over yet, gunshots can be heard from time to time.

But you can already see the propaganda notices posted by the Eighth Route Army. In terms of propaganda work, the Eighth Route Army has always been at the forefront.

Through unremitting publicity, the common people knew that the Eighth Route Army was fighting against Japan, and supported the Eighth Route Army to fight against Japan as much as possible.

The traitors of the puppet army understood the lenient policy of the Eighth Route Army to treat prisoners preferentially, and the remaining will to resist was disintegrated, and they often easily chose to surrender as soon as they were defeated.

As for the middle and lower ranks of the Japanese army, many people listened to it, and gradually some people chose to surrender.

Especially after attacking Yangquan this time, after entering the city.Those Japanese troops who fought independently and could not support each other were besieged once they were trapped.

While attacking, the officers and soldiers of the New Second Regiment shouted in Japanese: "Surrender, we will treat the prisoners preferentially if you surrender, and we will destroy you all if you don't surrender!"

After many days of fighting, some Japanese soldiers saw their comrades sacrificed one after another, and their fighting will basically collapsed.

Many of them even knelt on the ground and surrendered their guns, and begged bitterly: "Don't kill us, we can sweep the floor for you."

The little Japanese devils voluntarily surrendered. This phenomenon had never happened before.

Not counting the traitors and puppet soldiers, there were more than 20 Japanese soldiers and Japanese nationals captured alone.

This is not only a record for the New Second Regiment, but even a new record for the th Brigade.

Everyone in the regiment who heard the news was not surprised.

Advocacy efforts do work.

"It's almost dinner time, which restaurant should we go to for dinner?"

Following behind Yuan Lang, Wei Dayong, who was protecting him, couldn't help asking.

I fought all day today and didn't eat at noon. I'm hungry because my chest sticks to my back.

Every time he came to the county town, he went to a restaurant. Monk Wei followed him around the street for a long time, just waiting to eat!

"Hey, the battle is not over yet, do you see anyone on the street? Is there any restaurant that dares to open after a while?"

Yuan Langyao pointed to the shops in the street, all of which had their doors closed.Is there any one that doesn't open its eyes and sells food open during the war?

Monk Wei didn't believe in evil anymore. He was so greedy that he was so bold:
"It's only natural for us to give money to eat. Is there anyone who can push away the door-to-door business? I'll knock on the door for you now."

After looking at a restaurant with a good appearance, the monk went up and knocked.Boom, boom, people who didn't know thought he was going to smash the door!
When no one answered, he shouted, "Is there anyone out of breath? Open the door. We are the Eighth Route Army."

Why does it sound so familiar!
The Royal Association Army seems to be shouting the same way.

Yuan Lang couldn't stand it any longer, and persuaded him: "Monk, you are almost done.

Your ferocious appearance, coupled with this attitude, simply ruins the reputation of our Eighth Route Army.

You are not afraid to go back, the political commissar will do ideological work for you? "

Monk Wei scratched his head and felt very helpless. The big cities were really different from their base areas. When they said that they belonged to the Eighth Route in the base area, the common people were very enthusiastic.

At this moment, a voice came from the room: "Are you really the Eighth Route?"

There were still people alive, Monk Wei said eagerly towards the crack of the door: "The streets are full of Eighth Route Army, look at our clothes, they are fake."

"Wait a moment, I'll open the door for you."

Through the crack of the door, the shopkeeper did indeed see batch after batch of Balu passing by his door.

It is well-known that the Eighth Route Army beat the devils and did not take the common people with a single needle.

That's why he had the courage to open the door.

The door opened, and Monk Wei snarled: "You see, the reputation of our Eighth Route Army is still very useful."

"Yes, yes, I'll treat you with whatever you want." Yuan Lang took out silver dollars and patted them on the table as soon as he entered the door.

The shopkeeper stared at the silver dollar, swallowed but did not dare to move: "The Eighth Route Army has worked hard to beat the devils, we should get some good wine and food, labor is what we should, how can we accept your money?!"

His shop has been open for decades, when the Bing uncle came to eat, when did he give money properly?
The Jinsui Army, the Central Army, the Japanese, and the traitors are all the same.

Although the Eighth Route Army had a good reputation, the shopkeepers did not dare to gamble with their wealth and lives.

Yuan Lang knew what these people were thinking, so he put silver dollars into his hand and told him:
"The Eighth Route Army is different from those people. They have to pay for everything they eat and take."

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