I am an industrial worker during the War of Resistance

Chapter 77: The Clash Between Farm Tools and Cavalry

George Smith left, but he left with a wealth of knowledge and experience.

His article was sent directly to the Shanghai headquarters of The New York Times.

"The Battle Between Farm Tools and Cavalry" caused a huge uproar in the United States as soon as it was published.

In this article, George Smith subtly establishes from the outset that Ningma's failure was self-inflicted.

It was Ningma's overconfident invasion of northern Shaanxi that led to the loss of a cavalry brigade.

As for that bald guy...

George Smith, however, still gave him face, only saying that the bald man probably didn't know about it either.

This was merely an unauthorized action by a local warlord.

The bald man was also deceived.

Finally, George Smith devoted most of the article to this topic.

It tells the story of how Commander Yang used farm tools to annihilate a cavalry brigade in Ningma.

The reconnaissance squad led by Commander Yang received news of Ningma's departure.

Commander Yang then selected the battlefield and combat tactics.

In the end, they dug pits and ditches overnight.

How to seal a breach with landmines.

How did they manage to block the enemy's retreat with heavy machine guns and mortars?

How to use a sharpshooter to demoralize the enemy and break their fighting spirit?

Finally, Ningma's cavalry brigade, having lost nearly half its men and on the verge of dying of thirst, had no choice but to surrender.

The entire article is full of twists and turns, creating an extremely tense atmosphere.

If this is a news report, some people would rather call it a thrilling military novel.

However, this article does not mention anti-cavalry mines, sniper rifles, or small grenade launchers.

These things have been replaced by ordinary landmines, sharpshooters, and mortars.

However, George Smith devoted considerable space in his article to describing the hand tractor used for digging ditches.

He also wrote about his experience of personally riding and driving the hand tractor from the perspective of someone who had been there.

His conclusion was just one.

That's it, it's perfect for small farmers in America.

In order to bring this good news to the American people.

So he decided to work with the foreign trade company in northern Shaanxi.

A joint venture, the Pacific United Agricultural Implements Company, was established.

He will collaborate with northern Shaanxi to produce and sell this hand tractor using a cash-plus-raw-materials model.

They will also jointly develop the next generation of better walking tractors.

The Shanghai bureau chief for The New York Times.

The opening paragraph of this article already defines the nature of the event.

The middle section is practically a thrilling war story.

And the last paragraph is the worst part; it's practically an unmasked advertisement.

This reporter station chief genuinely didn't want to send this article back to the United States.

However, this article is excellent in terms of writing style, content, and enjoyment.

Most importantly, the journalist who published this article has the last name "Smith".

It's still the most authentic Smith.

In the end, the station chief reluctantly sent the article back to New York, USA, without making any changes.

Two days later, the stationmaster, who was expecting a severe scolding from the editor-in-chief, instead received a telegram from the editor-in-chief praising and encouraging him.

The telegram said.

The article was received at the New York headquarters that same evening, approved by the boss, and made the front page headline the next morning.

But no one expected that this news report would cause the newspaper to sell out that day.

It was printed three times that day to just meet the needs of New York City residents.

But it's not just New Yorkers who read newspapers in the United States; people in other places read them too.

This news report is expected to stay on the front page of the New York Times for several days.

Moreover, the very next day, a commentator from the U.S. military submitted a signed article to The New York Times.

In the article, this famous military commentator...

They highly praised Regiment Commander Yang's military command capabilities and military wisdom throughout the war.

In the article, the military commentator stated, "In this war between farm implements and cavalry."

This is Commander Yang, who can be called a military genius.

He used his extraordinary military command skills and profound Eastern military wisdom.

On the stage of this war, an unparalleled war performance, which could already be called an art, was staged.

Under absolute disadvantage.

Commander Yang actually took advantage of the time difference and geographical conditions.

With only a few farm tools, landmines, and rifles at their disposal, they suffered a casualty ratio of almost zero to two thousand five hundred.

They won this seemingly impossible game perfectly.

This war can be described as a miracle in the history of warfare.

I really hope to have the opportunity to go to the East and meet this legendary Commander Yang.

I want to go to the site myself and see for myself.

How did Commander Yang manage to win this great war with only a few tractors, hoes, and a small number of weapons?

Of course, it probably won't be long before I see that hand-operated tractor, which looks like a brave warrior.

The journalist who wrote this article, Mr. George Smith, has founded the Pacific Union Agricultural Implements Company.

I think my little estate would really need this legendary hand tractor.

As the editor-in-chief of The New York Times, he must have been able to recognize this famous commentator from the U.S. military.

If he's just here to be a shill for George Smith, then he's got nothing to show for his job as editor-in-chief.

But what could he do? His boss was good friends with the patriarch of the Smith family, Mr. Smith.

One of Mr. Smith's grandsons wanted to cause some trouble.

How could he, as the grandfather, not offer any support?

Furthermore, although one of these two articles is an advertisement and the other is a shill, they are still different.

But what they write is really quite good.

At least what's written here should be true.

After all, it's a poor place in that poor country to the east.

Not only were they able to win such a great victory, but they also miraculously produced hand-held tractors.

These two things are already incredibly unbelievable.

The newspaper sales figures of the past two days speak for themselves.

Now that the hype has been generated, we should do everything we can to squeeze every last drop of value out of it.

This is what a qualified newspaper editor-in-chief should do.

So when this military commentary and George Smith's article made it to the front page together again...

This article, which is essentially a military thriller with added advertisements, has become popular again.

Subsequently, American political commentators and agricultural association commentators also offered their perspectives.

They published commentary articles on the situation in the Eastern continent and the help that new agricultural machinery provides to American farmers, among other things.

Suddenly, topics related to the East, Eastern military wisdom, and that hand tractor that hadn't even appeared in the United States became all the rage.

Meanwhile, in China, the most well-informed sources are the various newspapers in Shanghai.

They also located the Shanghai bureau of The New York Times immediately.

Please reprint this article.

When this article appeared in China, it sparked heated discussions among the military and political circles, as well as various factions within the country.

The local people were extremely excited about the fact that a poor area in northern Shaanxi was suddenly able to produce its own hand-held tractors.

After all, it's a car powered by an engine.

If they can produce tractors, then they can also produce cars with wheels.

This is definitely something to be proud of.

After reading the article, the bald man slammed the newspaper onto the table.

"Damn it, someone come here and have Wu Dingchang come to see me. Tell him I want to ask him about the car factory we built with the Germans in Zhuzhou."

When will we be able to truly produce our own cars?

Instead of using German parts to assemble cars.

Damn it, even in that poor place in northern Shaanxi, those peasants were able to produce their own tractors.

But we have invested so much manpower, material resources, and financial resources.

Even now, they can't even produce all their own auto parts.

Whether Wu Dingchang could continue as Minister of Industry was a question that was asked to him.

After you've finished talking to him, have him come see me.

Also, have Section Chief Dai come see me first.

(This was how the bald man usually addressed Dai Li, and he always did so, occasionally calling him Yu Nong, until Dai Li died.)
"Yes"

Upon hearing the invitation, the secretary of the bald man's office, who had been standing at the door, immediately turned and went out to relay the bald man's final orders.

Not long after, Dai Li, the director of the Second Division of the Bureau of Survey and Statistics, arrived at the door of the bald man's office.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, which had broken out from running so fast.

After calming down, I stopped breathing.

He shouted loudly from outside the door: "Report, Dai Li, Director of the Second Division of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, has come to report on behalf of the President."

"come in"

The bald man's accent came through the office.

"Yes"

I gently pushed open the office door.

After Dai Li entered, he turned around and quietly closed the door.

Only then did he stride forward, but his footsteps were extremely light as he walked toward the bald man.

Dai Li stopped when he was three or four meters away from the bald man.

Then he bowed slightly and said, "Dai Li greets the principal."

"Yes, Section Chief Dai is here."

The bald man spoke, but he didn't turn around.

I simply stood in front of the map wall, looking at the large enemy-friendly situation map hanging on the wall.

At this time, the Shaanxi region, which had now united, was still marked as the enemy.

After a long while, Dai Li felt that his underwear was completely soaked with cold sweat.

He knew why the principal had called him in today.

More than 90% of the time, it's because of that report written by that American.

However, Dai Li dared to take action against anyone, but he dared not take action against those Americans.

Especially that American journalist named Smith.

Because that petty Mrs. Song called him the moment the report was published.

During the phone call, Mrs. Song told him, "That American journalist named George Smith is a member of the Smith family, which is very influential in the United States."

Don't think that just because he's just a junior reporter at The New York Times, you can do anything to him.

He was just a junior reporter.

But his grandfather was also an important figure I had to formally meet when I went to the United States.

Do you understand the importance of this?

After receiving a call from Madam Song, Dai Li could only nod and agree.

He knew all too well how temperamental and petty Miss Song was.

And her position next to the principal.

He also knew the background of that young reporter, not to mention that this Miss Song didn't make a phone call.

It was this third young lady who called him and told him to take action against that junior reporter, but he didn't dare to lay a finger on her.

Because he knew that even his principal wouldn't dare.

What angered the principal now was that he hadn't been able to deliver the intelligence from northern Shaanxi to him in a timely manner.

This is the real reason why the principal was angry with him.

But can this be explained?
Explain what a load of crap.

Today, all I can do is take the scolding; I can't offer a single word of explanation, let alone mention that I've already received intelligence. But the principal doesn't seem to care.

They believed those were all just empty boasts.

"Section Chief Dai, please explain whether what was written in the newspaper is true or false."

"Principal, I am incompetent and have failed your trust. Please punish me."

"Yu Nong, you must work hard for our ideals."

Don't let selfish thoughts and distractions jeopardize your future.

Go and investigate these matters thoroughly.

I'm only giving you one month.

If there's still no progress, you'll have to go to northern Shaanxi yourself to investigate.

"Yes, the student knows he was wrong and will give the principal a definite answer within a month."

Dai Li left the bald man's office.

But as he stepped out of the building, a warm spring breeze sent a chill down his spine.

Only then did he realize that his coat was completely soaked with cold sweat.

After taking a few quick steps, Dai Li hurriedly got into the sedan whose door had already been opened.

"Incompetent, they are all incompetent."

The bald man sat at his desk, continuing to read the newspaper in front of him, and said resentfully.

at the same time.

Chen Changzai also saw someone in the workshop.

"Oh my, Director Yu, you are a rare guest! What brings you here today?"

Hurry, let's go to the office to talk; there's oil everywhere here.

Let's talk in the office.

In the workshop office, Director Yu said with a smile, "Director Chen, you've hidden this place very well now."

From a distance, I couldn't find your factory in this remote mountain valley.

I heard that your factories here are all very well hidden, and you've even set up quite a few fake targets.

I feel that it would be best for our headquarters to do the same.

Otherwise, dealing with aircraft and enemy sabotage would be really difficult for us.

After pouring a bowl of water for Director Yu, Chen Chang said to Director Yu, "Well, there's nothing we can do about it."

My comrades from the Special Branch told me that the situation in North China is becoming increasingly tense.

The bald guy also had ulterior motives.

I have to guard against it.

We now have anti-aircraft machine guns and several 37mm anti-aircraft guns.

But that thing can only force enemy planes to fly at high altitudes.

Taking them down will be very difficult.

The best way to shoot down enemy planes is to have good planes.

But what can we do when we don't have it here now?

So, I used some fire-resistant thin wooden boards made of borate and sawdust to make the roof.

They simply covered the entire area above our heads.

These thin wooden boards are lightweight and can slow the spread of flames, so they can be considered fireproof.

We then applied another layer of yellowish-brown waterproof coating to it.

This led to the construction of all the factories.

From the sky, it's just a patch of yellow earth.

We created some more fake targets.

From now on, whether it's the bald guy or the Japanese devils, they can just bomb those fake targets if they want.

"It's good that I have some spare metal sheets; I might be able to use them."

After hearing Chen Changzai's words, Director Yu also laughed heartily.

At this moment, Chen Changzai asked, "Director Yu, is there anything you need to do here this time?"
I heard that headquarters and that American have already finalized the deal?
"So? Are you satisfied with the 18-horsepower engine?"

Director Yu said with a smile, "I came here today to talk to you about this matter."

The business deal has already been finalized at headquarters.

I truly admire you, Director Chen.

You have a 35-horsepower diesel engine here, but instead you took an 18-horsepower one.

To our surprise, the other side was quite satisfied.

Our journalist friend agreed to almost all of our requests.

"Haha, although I have never done any business, I have listened to the stories told by the elders since I was a child."

I often hear them say that when dealing with business people, you can't just give them all your best stuff at once.

Good things should be revealed slowly.

After Chen Changzai finished speaking, Director Yu shook his head and laughed again.

(End of this chapter)