Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

"Not to mention too many, today's day is tens of thousands."

Taiyuan, Meishan Conference Hall.

While the Yellow River was running east and west in the Suiyuan area, steadily using the rabbit's traditional skills to build industrial infrastructure, the Eighth Route Army headquarters hundreds of kilometers away was not idle either.

“There will be thunder in September and fog in October, and we will not be able to guarantee a good harvest next year.”

"Last year, Henan Province encountered a drought. The grain harvests in various counties and districts were very poor. For a time, the people had to rely on the remaining grains to survive."

"If it doesn't rain again this spring, it's going to be a tough test for everyone."

"Tell us what you think and brainstorm to solve the problem as soon as possible."

Major natural disasters are not always without warning.

Starting from the spring of 1941, the entire middle and lower reaches of the Mother River and its surrounding areas have experienced varying degrees of drought.

However, because the agricultural and economic losses were still at a controllable stage, ordinary people in various provinces and regions were not overwhelmed by the sudden disaster.

But!

If there is no rain for spring plowing this year, it means that the entire Central Plains will most likely face famine around July, especially the Henan Province that was devastated by the God of War at Huayuankou.

The Eighth Route Army, which has always been people-oriented, will naturally not watch the fellow villagers suffer. This is why the headquarters held an extraordinary meeting this time.

The deputy general staff's opening remarks made all the big guys in the conference room think deeply.

After a while, the teacher took the lead in breaking the silence and slowly spoke out his thoughts.

"Everyone, you and I here know very well the working style of the senior management of Guo Preserved. If we expect those people to actively provide disaster relief, it is better to bombard the Dragon King to make it rain."

"My personal suggestion is that our Eighth Route Army must not sit still and wait for death."

"The headquarters should send a force as an advance force to go south into Henan Province to prepare for disaster relief in advance, so that the disaster will always slow us down."

"Once a disaster occurs, we will do our best to turn the tide and save the people from the fire."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present nodded in agreement.

Regarding disaster relief, among the major forces in the Republic of China, TG has the most scientific response methods.

This is because the vast majority of base areas are established in remote areas with relatively harsh climate environments and relatively backward economic conditions.

The above-mentioned conditions, coupled with the double blockade and repeated sieges by the Japs and Preserved Fruits, made the areas where the comrades moved more prone to famines.

As the saying goes, a good doctor becomes a good doctor after a long illness. He often deals with the same type of problems and naturally sums up a lot of valuable experience.

"Haha, Old Liu's idea coincides with mine. I think it's okay to send troops south! Since everyone has no objections, let's discuss who will lead the team."

"Has anyone volunteered?"

Hearing this, the senior commanders of the three main forces turned their attention to the vacant positions of the 129th Division.

This is not because everyone is picking and choosing, or because they dislike the mess in Henan Province. The main reason is that most people at this stage have tasks and really cannot leave their posts.

Needless to say, Commander Hu, guarding the border area has always been his top priority.

Unless it is a large-scale battle personally arranged by the Army's morale wizards, and the 120th Division needs to take the initiative to assist friendly forces in combat, the entire division will not move easily.

The Tiger in the Forest also has a heavy responsibility. The headquarters is preparing to send him and 103 to the eastern coast to cooperate with 102 to clear the way for the Air Force's first strategic bombing operation.

The division commander is also very busy. Recently, the 129th Division is formulating a big plan for a decisive battle with the North China Front. Whether it can kill Okamura Neiji in one go depends on this move. It will really be impossible to escape for a while.

Looking at it this way, the only people left who are qualified and capable of leading troops south are infantry experts who are training.

"Okay, then let's settle it! I'll personally notify Lao Xu later and ask him to pack his things and get ready to go, move forward, move forward!"

"Haha, I'm looking forward to this competition between fellow Wutaishan fellows."

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At the end of January, 30 kilometers east of Fenglingdu, Huawang Village.

"Regiment seat, in front of us is the camp where the first battalion of our regiment is located. I really don't know what Qian Bojun is doing. He can't get through the phone calls and doesn't reply to telegrams. It's like he has disappeared from the world!"

"I'm going to teach him a lesson later and show that old boy what the 358th regiment's last name is!"

On the narrow horse road, an infantry battalion of 600 people was marching at a constant speed.

The weapons and equipment of this group of Jinsui troops are very confusing. They include Japanese 38-type caps and crooked handles, Jin-made Type 65 rifles and Type 17 submachine guns, and even a small number of weapons used by the Eighth Route Army themselves.

In terms of heavy weapons, there are even more varieties. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are made by all nations.

This situation all proves that the Jin Dynasty, which was at its peak a few years ago, has now fallen into a predicament of decline.

His deputy official's complaint about meritorious service made Chu Yunfei's eyes flash with an imperceptible fierceness, and then he put his hand on the gun at his waist.

"Huh, Qian Bojun is not an honest person. He might be planning some tricks behind his back."

"Their battalion has been out of contact for a full two hours, and they didn't even send a single cavalry signalman to the regiment headquarters. They obviously don't take me, Chu, seriously!"

"Send me the order to prepare the second battalion for battle!"

During the conversation, the troops had arrived at their destination.

Facts have proved that Chu Yunfei's suspicion was absolutely correct.

After entering the village, he keenly discovered that all the soldiers of the 1st Battalion of the 358th Regiment had received a three-day share of marching supplies, and they were obviously ready to leave.

But there was one thing that puzzled Chu and Fang.

There was not even a trace of murderous aura in the soldiers who had acted rebelliously in front of them, and there was actually a bit of guilt and fear in their eyes when they looked at me.

With doubts in his mind, Chu Yunfei was escorted by the security squad and went straight to the first battalion command post. When he entered the door and saw the real owner, he asked directly and covertly:

"Qian Bojun! Zhang Fugui! What on earth are you planning!"

"Why does your battalion look like it is leaving Huawang Village? Could it be that the superiors bypassed the regiment headquarters and directly issued an emergency combat mission to the first battalion?"

"Let me tell you, Chief Yan has emphasized in meetings many times that troops at all levels are strictly prohibited from leaving their bases without instructions. If the people in the village are allowed to slip to the Eighth Route Army, no one can bear this responsibility!"

Qian Bojun showed an aggrieved expression when questioned by his own group members. He suddenly opened the door and walked out of the command post, pointing at the empty and lifeless village and said:

"Tuanzuo! See for yourself! This Huawang Village! This Zhongtiao Mountain! How many people are left!"

"Wake up, the Jinsui Army is finished! Chief Yan not only lost Taiyuan, but also lost the hearts and minds of the entire province! If we continue like this, we will starve to death sooner or later!"

"Even if you don't think about your brothers, you still have to fight for an official career for yourself."

"The Li Yunlong you dream about day and night is now an airborne combat expert who has been in the Ugly Kingdom's military textbook. If you look at yourself, you can't even get out of a ravine. You are no longer on the same level!"

Facing the emotional outburst of his subordinates, Chu Yunfei didn't know what to refute for a moment.

At this moment, he discovered that except for his two battalions of infantry, there was really not even a villager active outside in the entire village.

In fact, this situation is not unique. Now the entire Zhongtiao Mountain is facing the problem of population loss.

The reason is very simple, it is because of Yan Laoxi's own policy of integrating military and peasantry.

The so-called integration of military and peasantry means turning all the cultivated land controlled by the Jinsui Army into allotment land, and using one allotment land to feed six families.

Among the six households, two were forced to serve as soldiers. The remaining four households are responsible for farming and paying rent, and at the same time supporting the daily life of the Chuding family.

What is the difference between this kind of policy that involves cultivating land, paying taxes, and doing labor service, being at the front as cannon fodder during wars, and even not being able to leave the land without permission for the rest of your life? How is it different from serfdom?

Of course, there is something even more outrageous, that is, Yan Laoxi is engaging in serial sitting.

Once deserters appear in a certain village, the entire village will suffer. This is why he stationed troops at all levels on the spot.

One thing is that even in the 20th century, the system of more than a thousand years ago is still being used. This level of reverse driving would make even a certain club player feel inferior.

Seeing his immediate boss fall into a brief confusion, Qian Bojun gritted his teeth and stamped his feet and continued:

"Tuanzuo, I am your old subordinate."

"During the Great War in the Central Plains in the 19th year of the Republic of China, I followed our regiment on our expeditions to the east and west. I did not have any merit but hard work."

"I plan to lead my brothers to change course and accept the adaptation of Commander Hu, the commander of the First War Zone. He is in urgent need of anti-X talents like me. Deputy Zhang Ying and I have made up our minds. We all have our own ambitions. I hope you can understand me."

As soon as these words came out, Chu Yunfei came back to his senses instantly. In fact, he can really accept the current result, as long as his subordinates don't take refuge with the Japanese and Wang Wangwang.

What's more, who hasn't thought about changing his mind yet?

"People go to higher places, and water flows to lower places. I can understand your thoughts, Qian Bojun."

"To tell you the truth, I also plan to go to Commander Du and Qiu and continue killing Japanese beasts in another place."

"But we agreed in advance that you can take away at most one company of cronies from each battalion. These are Commander Yan's troops. You and I must never be ungrateful family slaves with three surnames." (End of Chapter)