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Chapter 279 National Northwest Agricultural College National Northwest Medical College

When Huang He was carried back to his room by his guards in a daze, a big change happened at the National Northwest Agricultural College far away in Wugong.

This is a university located on the Loess Plateau. It has a majestic seven-story teaching building.

There is a tap water tower on the top, which makes it very convenient to obtain water. Even an advanced heating system is installed in each classroom.

Such luxurious and fully functional facilities definitely deserve the title of the first floor in the relatively poor Northwest. Even Chang'an, the provincial capital with a long history, does not have a modern building that can compete with it.

This place was originally supposed to be a sea of ​​knowledge for students, but now it has been invaded by war.

Not only were the walls of the teaching building full of bullet holes, but due to the pressure of the war, several large-capacity air raid shelters had to be built on campus.

 Since Xinong is far away from the city and located in the rear area, it has relatively good air defense measures.

 Because of the above advantages, Baldhead temporarily commandeered the school three years ago and held a "secret" military meeting in the teaching building.

The scene at that time was not small. Military and political officials at division level or above from the six northern theaters gathered together.

  As we all know, Guogui’s intelligence network and confidentiality work are very tight.

The confidentiality level of that meeting seemed to be very high, but it could not be concealed from the various spies of the Japanese. As a result, the school was repeatedly bombed by the North China Army Air Force.

This was particularly serious in August last year, when Yoshio Shinozuka sent out 24 97 heavy bombers and dropped many bombs and incendiary bombs on the school in two batches.

The northwest corner of the roof of the teaching building was directly blown up, and the auditorium and school buildings also suffered varying degrees of damage.

 However, no matter how difficult the conditions were, teachers and students did not give up their pursuit of knowledge. They continued to study unremittingly under the flames of war.

 Fortunately, there is no chance that something like this will happen again. After all, the Army Aviation Army in North China has been knocked out of their spirits by the First Air Division.

The Japanese knew that the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army Air Force was in the border area, and the enemy bombers had long lost the courage to enter Shaanxi.

 At two o'clock in the morning on June 2nd, library.

As one of the five national northwest schools with the best conditions, Xinong has an old diesel generator, which can provide lighting and water pumping for the whole hospital. It's just that the generator load is very large and the voltage is low, causing the indoor lighting to be always unstable.

It is already late at night, and it should be a time when everything is silent and falling into sleep, but there are still many people coming to the library, scrambling against every second to absorb the knowledge in the book.

 After all, the indoor seats are limited, so students can only divide their self-study time spontaneously. Each group of people has a fixed reading time.

 “Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!”

Just when dozens of students were burning the midnight oil to read, there was a rush of footsteps in the corridor.

The sudden noise made everyone frown in dissatisfaction, and the librarian even stood up from his seat.

 He is going to personally remind the new students to keep quiet and not to affect other people's learning environment. But who knew that the other party's movement was very strong, and with an elegant turn, he rushed into the library from his left side.

 “Come and see! Big event! Something big is happening!”

“The Japs who originally occupied Shanxi were completely wiped out. Even the commander of their First Army, Yoshio Iwamatsu, died in Taiyuan! There was also a general’s sword on the picture in the newspaper! It’s definitely big news with solid evidence!”

 “The Eighth Route Army is really well done! It successfully fought another great victory!”

The person who broke into the library late at night was a student about 20 years old. He stood on the table and excitedly waved the newspaper in his hand. His face was red and he looked very excited.

At the same time, cheers could be vaguely heard coming from all directions in the school.

 After hearing the shocking battle report, everyone immediately put down their books and gathered around excitedly.

 Everyone is not very particular about their dress. There are all types of Chinese tunic suits, student uniforms, long coats, and local suits here. Coupled with the students standing on high places reading newspapers loudly, everything seems to be back to the streets of Peking in 1935.

 “Well done! Recover the lost territory and honor our ancestors!”

“I have long said that the Eighth Route Army’s combat effectiveness is much stronger than that of the Preserved Fruit Army. An army with ideals and beliefs will definitely be invincible!”

"I personally think that we can't just sit in school and wait for victory! We must do something within our ability! Every Chinese has the responsibility to fight against the intruders, and everyone must contribute their own strength! "

 The National Northwest Agricultural College, founded during the war years, was not a paradise from the beginning.

 College students who are well-read and pay attention to current affairs have a broader vision than ordinary people and their thoughts are relatively advanced. Many of them are very dissatisfied with Guo Prefecture's rule, and some of the older ones even participated in the student movement six years ago.

Everyone has a very good impression of the Eighth Route Army, which is in the spotlight. Some young people from North China and Northeast China are eager to find a way to join the army in the border areas and immediately shed their blood for the motherland.

 After hearing their classmates’ suggestions, several students from Henan Province immediately stood up from the crowd.

 “Zhong! I like to hear this!”

“I wanted to join the Eighth Route Army in the spring three years ago! It’s a pity that I still had an underage brother to take care of at that time, and that gentleman refused to take me away even if he died!”

“My brother is now eighteen years old! All the elders in the clan died in the war! Now I can be my own master!”

“Even if I am not allowed to go to the front line, I will go to Lanniwan to do construction! Students from the Department of Animal Husbandry will raise livestock and poultry, and no one in their professional counterparts can fault them!”

As early as three years ago, the armaments organizer was invited by Professor Xue Yu to come to Xinong to give a current affairs report.

At that time, the enthusiasm of the teachers and students in the school for resisting Japan was very high, and almost half of them wanted to go to the border area to contribute their efforts.

Considering that students are the future pillars of the country, he only took away a few people who were recommended by professors and who passed the examination.

Today’s National Northwest Agricultural College is formed by the Animal Husbandry Department of Henan University, Northwest Agricultural College, and Northwest Associated University Agricultural College.

 After hearing the news that Shanxi was recaptured by the Eighth Route Army, students in Henan Province and North China immediately became unable to sit still.

As a student of the Agricultural College, the former is naturally well aware of the harm Huayuankou War God has done to his hometown.

 In the past two years, they have often gathered together to discuss, and based on the existing information and data, they have speculated on a terrible idea.

 Drought may strike at any time.

Instead of counting on the blood-sucking candied fruit to rescue the disaster, it is better to try to save yourself before the disaster comes.

Applying to join the Eighth Route Army is definitely the best choice at this stage. The opponent's army is known to be people-oriented and cares very much about the life and death of ordinary people. If you can use your own knowledge to increase the food production in each base area as much as possible, it will be a way to save your hometown.

 As long as there is enough food stored in the granary, the villagers have a greater chance of survival.

 The latter’s idea is simpler. If Shanxi Province is recovered, will the whole of North China be far behind?

After the war, the Eighth Route Army’s top priority was definitely farming, infrastructure and recuperation. Xinong’s disciplines included ten departments and one department, ranking first among domestic agricultural colleges with the most complete categories.

 As long as students can enter Shanxi, they can definitely show off their talents and achieve great success.

Just as everyone was discussing, Mr. Zhou Bomin, the dean of the National Northwest Agricultural College, walked into the library, and the room suddenly became silent.

"I heard what you just said. Your enthusiasm for saving the country is too enthusiastic, and you actually think that now is not the time to focus on studying? Wrong! Big mistake!"

“Using artillery and rifles to capture cities and seize territory is what all invaders do. But now the enemy actually uses aircraft bombs to specifically destroy our cultural institutions. The nature of the matter has completely changed.”

"The Japanese not only want to subjugate the country, but also want to destroy our race. They want the 40 million compatriots in China to be cut off from culture, and their descendants to become slaves with no way to study! Since the enemy has such a vicious plan, do you still want to Will you drop out of school automatically?”

“To give up studying is to facilitate the Japanese plan. If we don’t attack them, we will directly destroy ourselves. How can we talk about saving the country? How about resisting the enemy!”

The middle-aged dean’s words were deafening, as if ringing a huge bell in front of the students. They didn't know how to refute for a moment, and there was a long silence in the library.

 Looking at the young people starting to think seriously, Mr. Zhou Bomin nodded with satisfaction. He picked up the newspaper and read it again, then showed a mysterious smile.

“Okay, now that we’ve finished talking about business, it’s time to talk about personal matters.”

“I don’t want to stop all of you from joining the army. After all, no matter whether you are young or old, north or south, everyone has the responsibility to defend the land and fight. I just hope that you can calm down and seriously think about whether you are suitable for military life.”

"Today I made a rule that only the top 100 students in the entire college are eligible to participate in the army assessment. I will contact the Central Army, and you can make up your own mind on the Eighth Route Army. Anyway, you can contact Wang Huzi from the 359th Brigade. "

After finishing speaking, the fruity former director of the Provincial Department of Education waved his hand. He left the library before the students could react, leaving only his back in a red coat.

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  Hanzhong, National Northwest Medical College.

This place is bordered by the Qinling Mountains to the north and Bashan Mountain to the south. It has thousands of peaks and ridges, and traffic is blocked. It has been described as a heavenly prison since ancient times.

However, during the war, the environment of the four fortresses actually blocked the Japanese invasion. Compared with the **** Anti-Japanese War front lines in the eastern half of the motherland, the small Hanzhong Basin can indeed be called a "paradise".

Although it is far away from war, life safety is guaranteed to a certain extent. However, the material living conditions are extremely poor, even more difficult than those at Southwest Associated University.

 In the school building, a childish-looking student blew out the kerosene lamp. He braved the darkness and carefully looked at his surroundings, and then whispered to his roommate:

“I heard that the Eighth Route Army established a medical university in southeastern Shanxi, and also established supporting affiliated hospitals and pharmaceutical factories.”

“The teaching staff and scientific research technology there seem to be no weaker than our medical school. It is said that there are several professors at the same level as Dean Xu Zuoxia, and I don’t know where they found the experts.”

 “I really want to see it, even if it’s just to help.”

The decision to "build a medical university in the base area" has been unlocked for more than a year, and more and more senior doctors and medical doctors have joined the army.

With the joint efforts of everyone, the medical system of the Eighth Route Army was gradually improved, and the reputation of the school even spread to various war zones.

While the rank-and-file officers were envious of the preserved fruits, they could only curse their own committee chairman in their hearts.

  After all, since the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, the total number of people treated by Guo Preserved Hospital is 22,013. Among them, there are 987 doctors, only 620 pharmacists, and the rest are nursing staff.

 This means that millions of soldiers actually rely on more than a thousand doctors for medical treatment.

 In a sense, their medical security level is even worse than that of the Taiping Army in the late Qing Dynasty. At least a force of 10,000 people can be equipped with 43 military doctors.

What is even more uncomfortable is that in the three years from 1938 to 1941, all public schools in the Republic of China only produced a total of 1,139 graduates, and the talent reserve was seriously insufficient.

 Coupled with the fact that all kinds of precious Western medicines are hoarded and resold by various gods, soldiers can basically be declared dead if they are injured on the battlefield.

 After hearing what his roommate said, a classmate immediately showed a shocked expression. It's just that it was dark at this time, and no one could detect his drastic emotional changes.

His dean was a ruthless person. He had obtained a doctorate in Germany, and he also worked as a researcher at the local pharmacological research.

 An expert at this level is definitely a national treasure.

Even though the Eighth Route Army has been developing rapidly in recent times, top talents are not always available. I really don’t know where the resources and connections come from.

“Is the source of the information reliable? What is the output of the pharmaceutical factory you just mentioned?”

“Have they published any particularly powerful papers so far, or have they made any technical breakthroughs?”

 After two moves to the west, the National Northwest Medical College suffered considerable losses. Not only have many teachers fallen behind and passed away forever, but many teaching materials and equipment have also been left behind.

 The current economic status of Preserved Fruit is extremely poor, so naturally there is no way to subsidize major colleges and universities.

Had it not been for the professors to use their personal connections and find ways to obtain a lot of precious equipment, the teaching speed of their medical school would have plummeted.

 “Reliable! I won’t joke with you about this kind of thing.”

“Taiyuan is my hometown, and several of our fellow villagers have been paying attention to the news there. I heard that since the liberation of the provincial capital, the Eighth Route Army has begun the transfer of schools and affiliated hospitals.”

“How about it? Do you want to consider coming with us?”

"ah?"

As soon as he said this, the second classmate immediately broke into a cold sweat.

Hanzhong is in the southwest of Shaanxi. If you want to go to Jin Province, you have to cross the Qinling Mountains. He still vividly remembers that painful month.

What's more, if the dean finds out about defecting to the Eighth Route Army, they will definitely not get any good results.

 “Ah what! Who do you think the dean is!”

“He is a highly respected scholar and a Chinese doctor! He is the one who started this matter, otherwise I would dare to discuss this kind of thing in school?”

　　　Come, come, college students are also coming

 (End of this chapter)