Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

 Thirty minutes later, the Eighth Office of the Mountain City.

 At this time, sunset is approaching, and most of the people in the city have finished their work for the day and are dragging their tired bodies back home.

However, in the southwest of the city, there is a three-story dark gray brick-and-wood structure that is always brightly lit, and people there are still busy working.

 In the communications room of the office, the popular honorary leader and a doctor of philosophy named Qiao were pacing back and forth anxiously.

From the way the two of them looked at the telegraph machine from time to time, it was not difficult to tell that they were waiting for some important document.

Suddenly, a signal soldier picked up the pen on the table and began to record the code in his notebook.

 After the compilation work was completed, he immediately handed the secret code to his superior behind him.

"Ha ha!"

With just one glance, the doctor of philosophy named Qiao burst into laughter, and the previous depression on his face was wiped away. This situation is very similar to a famous scene more than 20 years later.

“Great! Well done to the Air Force comrades! What a bold and hearty operation!”

"After waiting for so many years, we finally sounded the clarion call for counterattack! Hurry! Inform the leaders of each department to come to the conference room for a meeting."

Hearing this, the soldiers outside the communication room immediately started to move and trotted to offices on different floors.

Although I don’t know what happened specifically, to make the two chiefs laugh so uncontrollably, it must be some great victory on the front line.

After all the backbones had arrived, the popular honorary leader raised the telegram in his hand and announced excitedly and loudly:

 “I want to tell you some good news! Great news!”

“Early this morning, two divisions of our Eighth Route Army Air Force set out from the Qilu area and carried out an unconstrained strategic bombing mission!”

“The heroic pilots not only bombed several enemy arsenals on the mainland, but also set fire to the enemy’s rear area.”

“Even the arrogant combined fleet suffered heavy losses in this operation!”

Unsurprisingly, the contents of the telegram ignited this tired evening and immediately caused applause in the conference room.

 The top leaders and cadres of each department were in tears of joy. They hugged each other to celebrate the Air Force's victory.

After the comrades calmed down a little, the popular honorary leader walked to the center of the podium with a smile, and his eyes fell on a certain couple.

 “The good news cannot be enjoyed alone, it must be shared with the people of the whole country! I am going to publish this great victory in the newspaper!”

“EL, I leave the domestic version of Xinhua Daily to you two. You two are the strongest writers in our office. We must show the momentum to realize the great rejuvenation of the nation!”

 In a sense, ideological crusaders are emblematic of sales in the current era.

If a newspaper has his inscription, the sales volume of the newspaper on that day will definitely break a new high, and it is not difficult to even double it several times.

 The sudden arrangement did not surprise the elder brothers and sisters of Huanghe at all. The two looked at each other and smiled, then took over the job without hesitation.

 After allocating domestic tasks, the popular honorary leader turned his attention to the other side.

As the only newspaper in the Kuomintang-controlled border area that can be published publicly, Xinhua Daily naturally has an international edition, but its popularity and spread are still in their infancy.

Based on the idea that if you don’t occupy the high ground of public opinion war, the enemy will occupy it, the popular honorary leader warned with a serious face:

“Guanhua, your department is fully responsible for the international news section. This is your strength, so you must show your style and level.”

“For the international version, I have only one request, and that is to spread our voice to the whole world.”

“Whether it’s Europe, Africa or Southeast Asia, we must not miss any area where there are allies or resistance organizations!”

"receive!"

  ·······

 At noon the next day, the clear and joyful voices of newsboys appeared in the streets and alleys of the mountain city.

The children waved the "Xinhua Daily" in their hands and shouted loudly to everyone passing by:

“Selling newspapers, selling newspapers. Our army’s magic soldiers descended from the sky, successfully bombed the Japanese homeland, and sank several battleships of the United Fleet!”

“Out of the way, out of the way! Captain Wang Hai spoke domineeringly, saying that this strategic bombing operation is just the beginning, and the Air Force is about to open a second battlefield on the enemy’s homeland!”

Facts have proved that the propaganda slogan set by the Eighth Office of Shancheng is indeed effective.

After hearing the shouts of the newsboys, the people who were in a hurry stopped on the spot and glanced at the newspapers with questioning eyes.

After a while, a cultural man wearing a long gown walked out of the crowd and asked tentatively: "Excuse me, which newspaper company are you selling?"

It seemed that everyone's thoughts were asked, and the people around them cheered up.

 Actually, I don’t blame the people for being cautious about this matter.

Who let Guogui's miscellaneous newspapers always talk nonsense, often making jokes about our troops' successful advance and the enemy's hasty pursuit, which made their credibility fall again and again.

“This is Xinhua Daily. Do you want a copy?”

 In the current Republic of China, the most influential newspaper is Xinhua Daily. After all, the Eighth Route Army has been fighting to regain lost ground. Who wouldn't like to see news of victory?

Hearing the newsboy's confident answer, the man in the long gown paid the money without hesitation, and then he was pushed to a high place by the surrounding crowd and began to read aloud.

 But just seeing the words and pictures on the headlines made him burst into tears involuntarily.

This cultural man took deep breaths several times to try to calm down his emotions, but when he opened his mouth, he was so excited that he couldn't read a single word.

 Under the expectant gazes and encouragement of everyone, he tried his best to adjust his mentality, and finally shouted with all his strength:

 “It’s true! It’s all true!”

"We can be saved! The mountain city can be saved! The Republic of China will not be destroyed!"

After a while of shouting, the intellectual's face was filled with excitement and he began to read word for word.

 Since Guozhou moved to the capital, the mountain city has been bombed by the Japanese every now and then, and the whole city was once shrouded in the shadow of war.

Had it not been for the strong rescue of the Eighth Route Army Air Force, perhaps the enemy's land and sea aviation would have frequently invaded now, causing greater losses and casualties.

Now that the First and Third Air Divisions have avenged the people, how can everyone be unhappy?

 “Well done! Blow up those turtles!”

"It has to be the Eighth Route Army. You shouldn't have believed in the idea of ​​loitering but not attacking before. It's all a lie!"

The common people were discussing with each other. Some people wished they could join the Eighth Route Army on the spot, just to have the opportunity to become a self-defense machine gunner in the future and see the aerial bombs falling into Mount Fuji with their own eyes. Today, the most conservative people feel that the radical ideas are a bit too conservative.

 Soon, the news of the strategic bombing caused a huge wave and spread rapidly in the city like a violent storm.

Everyone ran on the streets to tell each other, and within an hour, almost all the people in the city knew about this great victory.

 Shancheng has been waiting for this day to arrive.

  ·······

 Huangshan Villa, Yunxiu Tower.

After seeing off a representative of an ally, the bald man closed the study door without saying a word, completing the process of opening drawers, picking up a notebook, and writing a diary.

He couldn't even hold back the ecstasy in his heart, and he had the urge to dance.

 “It was sunny in the 31st year of the Republic of China.”

“In the afternoon, I talked with representatives of the Japanese Air Force and learned that they were about to carry out a bombing campaign against the enemy. I predict that the collapse of the Japanese Empire will begin with bombing! The victory of the war of resistance is determined!”

“After this battle, our air force can supplement up to sixteen large bombers. They will be used on standby as the basis for final victory!”

The sky has cleared up and the rain has stopped, and Baldhead feels that he can do well again.

 In fact, regarding matters related to the air raid, the U.S. had no intention of notifying Guo Preserved in advance at all.

After all, everyone knows that the intelligence network here is very bad. It is basically not much different from a sieve. No one can guarantee whether the news of top-secret operations will be leaked.

Doolittle even proposed that the entire operation be kept secret. He believed that the Guozhou Airport would hear the news of the bombing from radio stations and broadcasts, and thus be consciously prepared to respond to his side.

but!

 What is a radio station? What is radio? Preserved fruits don’t have these things at all.

 In the end, with a serious and responsible attitude, Chouguo sent people to notify the bald head and told them to be prepared to respond.

 After writing today’s share of the diary, Huangpu River Wolf, who thought he was superb at nourishing qi, sat in his study and completely destroyed his qi.

However, unlike in the past when I broke my guard, today I had serious mood swings caused by happiness.

 In his opinion, since the battle of Pearl Harbor, the Ugly Chinese are finally getting back on their feet!

Although this is just a small fight, there is no guarantee that we will be able to counterattack in a year or two. After all, MacCaesar, who was far away in Southeast Asia, said that the Allies would definitely make a comeback.

Just at this happy moment, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the study.

 “Are you a rain farmer? Come in quickly!”

Humour Bald has always had strict time regulations for reporting work. It is lunch break time now, and those who dare to disturb their rest can only be the military commander.

As expected, after getting approval from his boss, Boss Dai immediately opened the door and walked in.

At this moment, the strange gentleman's face looked extremely different. He didn't have the domineering feeling in the past at all. He looked like a little daughter-in-law who was afraid of being beaten.

“Principal, something big has happened.”

"The Eighth Route Army bombed the Japanese homeland, and now the whole city is spreading the news of the enemy's victory. On the battlefield of public opinion, all our previous efforts have come to nothing."

As soon as these words came out, the bald man's smile immediately disappeared without a trace, and the whole person fell into a state of self-doubt.

"ah?"

"who?"

 “Eight Road?”

After being confused for three consecutive times, he looked at his right-hand man with a sullen face, and used his eyes to signal the other person to quickly come up with the collected intelligence and explain the source of the intelligence.

But I never thought that Boss Dai, who was usually "reliable", just pulled out a big one: he took out a copy of Xinhua Daily.

 In fact, the news of the successful bombing was originally going to be published on the first page of the newspaper in the morning.

However, if the Eighth Route Army's planes wanted to come to the mountain city, they had to get approval from the Preserved Fruit Air Defense Command, which gave the bald head a brief happy time.

 After reading the newspaper full of pictures and texts, Wolf of the Huangpu River could no longer suppress his inner anger, and even the B25 he was about to get was no longer good.

 After a moment, he threw the documents on the table into the faces of his subordinates and cursed:

 “What do you do for food?”

“Does the military command have to rely on newspapers published by hostile forces to collect intelligence? If they don’t publish newspapers, will you all be blind and deaf?”

"Comparing people with others will lead to death, and comparing goods with goods will lead to throwing away! I can tell you clearly now that you, Huangpu No. 6, are just a hair inferior to other people's CG! Waste!"

 After venting his anger, Bald Head fell into deep thought again.

 Our own side is half dead, and the Eighth Route Army is getting stronger and stronger, and even has the upper hand in public opinion. What should we do?

If you want to be successful in Guozhi, it doesn't matter if your business ability is a little bit low, but the important thing is that you must know how to figure out the leader's ideas.

Seeing the sad look on his superior’s face, Boss Dai said with the idea of ​​atonement:

“Principal, now that the enemy’s homeland has been bombed twice, he will definitely attack the coastal areas. Why don’t we give the Eighth Route Army Air Force a transfer order and let them bear the wrath of the Japanese Air Force.”

“If the Eighth Route Army refuses to carry out the order, we will charge the other party with disobeying orders and sabotaging the war of resistance, and take the opportunity to suppress their growing reputation.”

Hearing this, the bald head glanced at his subordinates.

Now, the Eighth Route Army is still in a battle order with preserved fruits, so it is definitely a reasonable order to put their air force on the front line.

 Withstand the Japs' counterattack, that means you have succeeded in micro-managing. At that time, you can let the Propaganda Department change the situation and take most of the credit on yourself.

Hmm, very reasonable!

What's more, when it comes to long-distance raids and air combat, the Eighth Route Army is inherently at a disadvantage, and may even end up with a lose-lose situation.

 Perfect, the advantage is mine!

After thinking about it, Baldhead glared at Boss Dai.

　　"Do your own thing! I have already focused my energy on the military, and I don't need you to meddle in my own business!"

"By the way, how is Zheng Yaoxian's arrangement for the assassination operation? It's been several months. Can he do it?"

 Hearing the name of his sixth son, Boss Dai's face suddenly became a little brighter. He took out a document again and explained to the leader:

"The operation is about to close the net. He has bribed the other party's chef and can kill the Yellow River another day!" (End of this chapter)