Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Xinxiang is located in the plains of the hinterland of the Central Plains.

It is not only an important node on the Ping-Han Railway and Dao-Qing Railway, but also a transportation artery connecting the east and west directions of Henan Province. The large force that occupies this place can give full play to its mobility advantages with its troops.

Such a city of high strategic value is naturally the best choice for the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army's new military region.

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Noon, New West Gate.

After completing multiple combat tasks assigned by infantry experts, Li Yunlong decisively responded to his superiors' call and led his team straight to his teacher's new headquarters.

When the convoy of the 1st Marine Brigade passed the temporary heavy pontoon bridge on the moat and officially entered the main street in the city, Lao Li suddenly said with emotion:

"Old Zhao, Old Xing, Mr. Xu's actions are really resolute. In just half a day, Xinxiang has restored administrative management and even established a grid-based security management system."

"If we had come a little later, maybe he had even drawn the future urban planning map."

"But let me tell you something, the first battle zone of Guo Preserved is really rotten to the core. They really deserve a lot of credit for the new military zone being able to successfully take over this city!"

Hearing this, Zhao and Xing immediately focused their attention and followed the gaze of their brigade commander.

In the bustling streets of the main city, people's faces were filled with smiles from the bottom of their hearts. They greeted every passing troop warmly and expressed their gratitude in the simplest language.

Although due to many reasons such as disasters and Japanese persecution, the fellow villagers looked sallow, thin, and malnourished.

But the yearning for a new life in the future is like a ray of sweet spring nourishing their battered bodies, making them glow and vitality again.

In a sense, this is where our army really goes, and the people welcome it wholeheartedly. It can be said that we have the best time. That state of vitality and all things competing is right in front of you.

After sighing for a while, the intellectual Zhao Gang took the lead and complained in a resentful tone:

"Since the birth of the concept of nation and country, no country's military has ever been hated or even attacked by the local people when resisting foreign enemies."

"Even the French Army in 1940 would have local people helping out when fighting the Germans."

"But preserved fruit should be regarded as setting a new record worldwide. It may even become a classic negative case one day in the future."

After finishing speaking, several people in the command car nodded in agreement.

Not to mention it, let’s take the famous “Master of Mobile Warfare” Tang Dashang as an example.

The tactic this person is best at is to take advantage of the Japanese army's lack of emphasis on logistics. In every major battle, they will grab all the resources on the Japanese offensive route in advance, leaving the enemy with nowhere to grab.

Since he came to the first war zone, he often drives away all the people in any village where he is stationed, under the guise of putting military first and keeping confidentiality first.

As for the preserved fruits, when marching and camping, it is common practice to activate the plucky sheep, snatch some women, kill some livestock, and cut down some trees.

As for how people live? The officers have nothing to do with it.

With the Central Army helping you take care of your family, is it possible that there are still people who are worried? If you dare to have any extra thoughts, then we will borrow your head to claim the victory.

Compared with such fourth natural disasters, Manstein's scorched earth policy seems so gentle that even Stars players shed tears just looking at it.

It was against the above background that in 1941, some areas in Henan Province even had slogans that they were willing to be burned and killed by the Japanese, and were unwilling to allow the troops belonging to the First Theater Command to be stationed.

It was also because of the extremely exaggerated contrast between pros and cons that XX citizens and important people from all walks of life took the initiative to cooperate with the Eighth Route Army in completing the complex work of taking over the city after the Japanese troops evacuated.

The words of his political commissar made Li Yunlong fall into deep thought. Recalling all the tragedies he witnessed along the way, he said categorically:

"It's not that I won't report it, the time has not come yet. When we completely drive away the Japanese and complete the strategic counterattack, I must go and meet those scumbags in person."

"When the time comes, it doesn't matter whether it's a holy iron wall, a flying general, or a big businessman. One by one, we will arrest them all and put them on trial!"

"As for whether he will be locked up and rehabilitated in the end, or there are other ways to deal with it, it depends on how the superiors arrange it."

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While the three were talking, the convoy of the 1st Marine Brigade suddenly stopped. This situation made Li Yunlong frown uncontrollably.

Compared with friendly forces, their brigade was originally a group of troops that arrived late.

If you are accidentally delayed for a while on the road, it is estimated that when your teacher gives you homework after class, there is a high probability that he will come up with a trick that will double your love.

When he thought of the oppression of the infantry experts, Lao Li shivered involuntarily. He hurriedly rolled down the window and ordered to the accompanying guard platoon leader:

"Platoon Leader Zhang, hurry up and see what's going on up front."

"If the common people encounter difficulties, you can lead your comrades to help. But you must remember that you must not accept rewards from fellow villagers!"

"Yes! Promise to complete the mission!"

Being able to stand out from tens of thousands of people, there is no problem with Platoon Leader Zhang's personal abilities. However, the situation in front of the team was a bit out of control for him.

After a while, the guard defecated and brought back bad news.

"Report! There is a recently renovated Dragon King Temple ahead. The people in the city are preparing to pray for rain."

"By the way, the villagers also invited you, the political commissar and Deputy Brigade Commander Xing to participate in the rain-praying activity. This involves local customs, and it is not convenient for me to deal with it directly."

Hearing this, Li, Zhao, and Xing were a little helpless.

A complete rain-praying activity takes at least an hour, and the 1st Marine Brigade does not have that much time to waste.

What's more, they also know one thing, that is, the so-called rain-praying activity is not organized by the local democratic spontaneous organization of Xinxiang, and the real leader is actually the Relief Committee.

Like the friendly preserved fruit, Wangwangwang also established a disaster relief agency in Henan Province.

It's just that this name sounds like a formal department, and there is no personnel at all. In the face of the disaster, the second devils did not issue relief food or relief money, but led the people to pray for rain.

In theory, the activities organized by the puppet army and the puppet government should be stopped directly by the Eighth Route Army.

But the troops had just arrived, and there were many important tasks that needed to be handled urgently. This matter was not of high priority and also involved local customs, so we could only notify the commanders to postpone it.

"It's troublesome. I didn't expect that the situation mentioned by General Xu would actually happen to the three of us."

"Old Li, we can't just sit there and watch. We must find a way to handle this matter of praying for rain in a tactful way."

The words of his political commissar made Li Yunlong fall into deep thought, but he quickly came up with a reasonable response plan. After a moment, Old Li got off the car first, and then walked towards the crowd in front without stopping.

When they arrived at the event site, the most eye-catching thing was naturally a colored sculpture of the Dragon King.

The host of the event immediately showed an excited expression when he found that there was an unexpected big shot at the scene. He held a well-made incense burner in his hand and said as he walked:

"Comrade of the Eighth Route Army, your arrival really makes this temple glorious. Please burn incense and pray for rain, and do your part for the people of Xinxiang."

As soon as he said this, the villagers around him looked at him expectantly.

If it were an ordinary person, he might have been timid. However, Li Yunlong was nicknamed the most dangerous man in the Republic of China, and this small scene could not cause any pressure at all.

After the scene was quiet, Lao Li took the incense burner and walked into the Dragon King Temple under the gaze of everyone.

Looking at the colored sculpture in front of him, he said shockingly:

"Dragon King? What kind of Dragon King are you? The Dragon King is responsible for good weather and good harvests, and peace and prosperity for the country and the people! You didn't rain for several months, causing the crops in the fields to not grow and the people to cry for their parents."

"You sit there so arrogantly, wearing a fur coat and pretending to be a sheep!"

"What kind of Dragon King are you? You are the Deaf King!"

Witnessing the famous scene of bombarding the Dragon King, the host of the event and the people immediately panicked, and even a few elderly people knelt directly on the ground.

Seeing this, Lao Li was not panicked. He took the loud speaker handed over by the platoon leader of the guard platoon and said to the villagers who were watching with great momentum:

"Fellow villagers! There has never been a savior! If we want to successfully survive the drought, we don't need to rely on gods or dragon kings. We can only rely on ourselves and believe that man can conquer nature."

"Next, our Eighth Route Army will use anti-aircraft guns on Wanxian Mountain to make artificial rain! I, Li Yunlong, dare to issue a military order, and everyone will definitely see rain falling from the sky in June!"

"Now, disperse."

At this point in time, the three words "Eighth Route Army" are golden signs throughout North China.

In addition, Li Yunlong has been in the newspapers many times, and he has a certain degree of regional legend value. For a while, the people really listened to his arrangements.

Seeing that the task assigned by General Xu was successfully completed again, and the 1st Marine Brigade could arrive at the headquarters in time, Lao Li showed his big white teeth and asked for credit:

"Hehe, Lao Zhao, do you know what the Eighth Route Army's all-rounders are now? All-round talents, I'm not kidding you." (End of this chapter)