Sword: Heart of Iron

Chapter 80 Asking for Supplies [Please subscribe! ]

After an awarding ceremony that couldn't be simpler ended, Wang Feng walked out of the yard quickly.

The captain of the guard company stepped forward and saluted: "Sir!"

"Where are we going now?"

Wang Feng frowned and glanced at the time.

Eleven o'clock in the morning.

It was still early for the appointment with Chu Yunfei, so Wang Feng waved his hand and said, "Call the chief of staff and go to the military supply station."

The only practical gain of this trip was the batch of supplies that Huang Shaohong promised before leaving.

Mainly food and military uniforms.

Twenty tons of rice, fifteen tons of flour, and ten thousand sets of brand new khaki uniforms of the Central Army.

Due to the different calibers of the rifles used, the original supply of 4,000 rifles was temporarily changed to 500,000 French francs.

Recalling the embarrassed look on Huang Shaohong's face when he promised supplies, Wang Feng felt it was more and more fake.

I'm afraid this batch of supplies was prepared in advance, and as long as the deal is reached, it will immediately become "sweet dates" to feed themselves.

Otherwise, when all kinds of military supplies were in extreme shortage and the clerks at the quartermaster station were almost running out, they were still able to store 10,000 sets of brand new military uniforms.

Isn't this nonsense?

Military uniforms are not weapons. The reservists sent from the rear all go to the battlefield in military uniforms. What's the use of having so many reserves on the front line?

What's more, there are 10,000 sets, which is very consistent with the number of soldiers in the North China Battle Group.

Wang Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "You really have planned this carefully!"

Being in the torrent, no matter which direction you go, you will face unpredictable consequences.

His decision not only concerns his personal life and property.

He has nearly 10,000 brothers under his command.

After walking away, Wang Feng took off the Blue Sky and White Sun Medal on his chest and casually put it in his pocket.

Wearing this thing and parading around on the streets full of enemy spies is no different from seeking death.

There were people coming and going on the road. Almost every hour, troops were withdrawing from the Niangzi Pass line, but it was rare to see any troops going forward.

Wang Feng pondered in his heart.

If this continues, Niangzi Pass will fall in the next two days.

The group walked to the door of the quartermaster station.

Zhao Fangyuan was already waiting here, followed by many soldiers.

"Hello, sir!"

Wang Feng nodded slightly: "What's the situation inside?"

Zhao Fangyuan frowned and shook his head: "The door is closed, and the house is probably empty."

Wang Feng looked towards the quartermaster station, a deserted compound with several huge warehouses standing inside. The iron gates were tightly closed, and there was no sign of life at all.

There were also many soldiers scattered around, holding on to the fences with their hands and standing on tiptoe to see what was going on inside.

These soldiers are spies sent from other troops. As soon as the people from the quartermaster station show up, they will immediately surround them.

Zhao Fangyuan was shocked and whispered, "Since there is no one at the military supply station, why don't you go to the headquarters to ask for weapons? Why are you all waiting here?"

Wang Feng sneered.

After two contacts, he roughly understood Huang Shaohong's thoughts.

At first, he also wanted to fight the battle of Niangzi Pass well, but Yan Laoxi's repeated attempts to cut off his support were really discouraging.

For example, the military supply station in front of us is controlled by Yan Laoxi's direct subordinates.

Before the war, it was repeatedly stated that all supplies for the troops fighting in the Second War Zone would be the responsibility of the war zone.

As a result, the military supplies ran away before the battle was over.
At this juncture, as a special envoy from Nanjing, I will not give a good face to these local ragtag troops.

Anyone who dares to surround the headquarters like this would be like an old man hanging himself - he is unwilling to live long enough.

The situation in the city is so complicated that it would not be an exaggeration to simply accuse him of mutiny or espionage and shoot him on the spot.

Wang Feng took out a handwritten letter from his pocket, which was written by Huang Shaohong himself.

Specially used to retrieve supplies.

Since they can still promise to export, it means that the quartermaster station must still have stock.

"Go, kick the door open for me!"

Zhao Fangyuan was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted: "Yes!"

"Come here, some people, move quickly!"

Wow! Wow!
Several soldiers walked up to the gate and kicked it hard. The noise attracted the attention of everyone present.

The friendly soldiers who were standing there waiting foolishly couldn't help but look frozen.

What is this going to do?
Storm the supply station?
Which unit are they from? Are both the officer and the soldiers so stupid?
In the military, looting supplies is a serious crime. Anyone who dares to smash the gate of a quartermaster station might be shot.

There is no time left for a military court.

Bang!

The iron gate was so fragile that it was kicked down in just a few kicks.

The soldiers instinctively made way for him, and Wang Feng walked in quickly with a gloomy face.

"Search, bring anyone alive to me immediately!"

At the command, the soldiers behind him immediately took action.

They didn't care whether it was a serious crime or not, they just knew it was an order from their superiors and it had to be carried out!

Although the soldiers have a low level of education, they do not have a deep understanding of the various factions.

But he knew who paid his salary and who he was carrying a gun for.

A few minutes later.

A soldier brought out a fat and big-eared officer wearing the uniform of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army.

I don’t know what he was doing in there, his belt was not even tied properly.

"You...what are you doing? This is mutiny! This is mutiny!"

The fat officer looked at the soldiers around him who were armed with guns and was terrified.

A hint of disdain flashed across Wang Feng's eyes.

The Quartermaster Department was a very lucrative department far away from the front lines. In the military-political social context, high-ranking officials all liked to join the army.

The logistics department naturally became an excellent choice.

There are very few people like me who spend huge sums of money to bribe people and even propose to go to the front-line combat troops to fight for their lives.

These so-called officers have been in the rear for a long time and look like cowards.
It was important to do business, so Wang Feng took out a handwritten letter from his pocket and handed it over: "Do you recognize Chief Huang's handwriting?"

The fat officer took it in a hurry, glanced up and down, and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Meet me!"

"Are you General Wang?"

Wang Feng nodded slightly.

The fat officer hurriedly said: "I have finally waited for you."

Wang Feng interrupted with a wave of his hand: "Stop talking nonsense and move faster!"

After revealing his identity and the letter, the rest of the things became much easier. In full view of everyone, Wang Feng took away ten mule and horse carts full of combat supplies.

It took no more than half an hour, and the action was so swift that the surrounding friendly troops were stunned.

Seeing the clerk from the quartermaster station show up, everyone immediately surrounded him.

"I'm from the 3th Division of the 7rd Army, and the division commander wants me to come get supplies!"

"I am from the 41st Army"

Looking at the crowd rushing up, the fat officer shouted: "Everyone, the front line is short of supplies at the moment, and the supplies from the rear have not been delivered yet. I really have nothing to give you!"

After returning to the temporary residence, Wang Feng took advantage of the brief free time to lie on the small bed and close his eyes to rest.

But my thoughts drifted to other places.

The North China Battle Group was hastily formed and only the structure of the command center was changed.

Song Wenjie served as deputy commander-in-chief, Zhao Fangyuan served as chief of general staff, and together with Sergei formed the framework of the general staff.

However, no organizational changes were made to the three main subordinate regiments.

When soldiers march and fight, they are fighting for fame, fortune and power.

It is not quite appropriate to keep suppressing the promotion of your subordinates.

The North China Battle Group was a temporary organization. When the Nanjing Military and Political Department issued the organization document, I vaguely remember that it seemed to have clarified the composition structure of this organization.
Wang Feng reacted suddenly and opened his eyes.

He took out the old telegram from his pocket and read it word by word.

The original text says: [The North China Battle Group is composed of several infantry regiments. ]

Damn Chiang Kai-shek!
It turns out they were digging a hole here!
Wang Feng stood up and paced back and forth in the room. He still underestimated Chiang Kai-shek's political means.

There is indeed no explicit regulation on the size of the battle group. In theory, expanding it by one hundred regiments is within the permitted range.

But there is a huge mine buried in the organizational level.

The kind that would cause a violent explosion once the size of the force expanded.

It is forbidden to have organizations larger than regiments, as this will cause serious problems in command.

In the absence of a brigade-level organization, the battle group's headquarters had to directly command large and complex regimental units.

Three groups, five groups, or even eight groups are all possible.

It will even improve combat efficiency to a certain extent by simplifying the command system.

But once it expands to ten, twenty, or thirty groups, the problem will become serious.

This indirectly restricted Wang Feng's ability to expand his military.

It is equivalent to a soft sword. It looks fragile and harmless, but if it really stabs you, the lethality is no less than that of a hard sword.

Wang Feng frowned, thinking about a countermeasure in his mind.

A living person cannot be held to death by urine.

We have to find a way to circumvent this limitation.

"Hey!"

While thinking, Wang Feng's eyes suddenly lit up.

Isn’t it just about prohibiting the emergence of organizations above the regimental level? That’s simple.

"What does it mean that the devil is one foot high, but the Tao is ten feet higher?"

"Tactical Corps, isn't that also a regiment?"

"No problem!"

A smile appeared on Wang Feng's lips. Perhaps only Chiang Kai-shek could come up with such a crude method.

If it were He Yingqin or any other military officer, they would not be able to come up with such a trick.

Since Chiang Kai-shek wants to play word games, let’s just play along with him!
(End of this chapter)