Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Looking at their commander who was grinning heartlessly and showing his big white teeth in the co-pilot seat, Political Commissar Zhao Gang and Deputy Brigade Commander Xing Zhiguo shook their heads helplessly.

To be honest, as a pioneer of the Eighth Route Army and even the People's Republic of China, Lao Li not only has outstanding learning comprehension and command and combat capabilities, but also exudes a unique personality charm.

Unfortunately, no one is perfect.

While he has many advantages, his shortcomings are also obvious, that is, he is too energetic and motivated on weekdays.

If no one around him cooperates and lets him play, there is a certain chance of an accident in the end.

Recalling the scenes that just happened, Zhao Gang couldn't help but sigh, and then said in a caring and serious tone:

"All-rounder? All-round talent? At this critical juncture, you, Li Yunlong, are still in the mood to joke. Don't you really consider what to do if the rainfall fails?"

"The starting point of man conquering nature is positive, but you shouldn't issue a military order in front of hundreds of ordinary people!"

"When you arrive at the command post, you quickly use a high-power radio to contact the border area and Taiyuan headquarters, and let the comrades prepare the tools and equipment needed for rainfall in advance."

After keenly sensing his partner's concern and anxiety, Li Yunlong immediately retracted his smile.

Since he dared to stabilize the people's hearts in the form of a military order, and also limited the specific time period for artificial rainfall, he naturally had sufficient confidence.

"Don't worry, Lao Zhao. I'm the commander of the airborne troops. How can I fight a battle without full preparation?"

"Besides, even if you don't have confidence in me, you have to believe in Lao Huang. The relevant matters of artificial rainfall are the knowledge he popularized to me in his spare time. Just wait and see!"

From ancient times to the present, Chinese people have always attached great importance to arable land resources and agricultural production.

In order to regulate drought and flood, control precipitation time, and reduce the destructive power of various disasters, Guanghua Farm in the border area, in conjunction with the Weapons Experimental Research Bureau, developed tools related to artificial rainfall as early as 1941.

The so-called artificial rainfall, in fact, is to use artificial intervention to affect the clouds in the sky that may rain or are raining in order to increase precipitation.

With the current scientific research level of the Eighth Route Army, whether it is the refrigerant and artificial ice nucleus used on cold clouds, or the hygroscopic agent acting on warm clouds, they can be easily mass-produced.

After all, the above-mentioned things are not very technical. Even before 1939 when Huang He had not returned to China, the manual masters in the border area could make them.

However, the troops at that time lacked a series of effective delivery methods such as anti-aircraft guns, fighter planes and rockets, and could not deliver the catalyst to the specific location as needed at the appropriate time period.

As if seeing that his political commissar was still worried, Li Yunlong added again with confidence:

"According to past experience, the flood season in Henan Province starts from mid-May and ends slowly at the end of September. The reason why I chose June is that it is a period of high rainfall, and there will be more or less cumulonimbus clouds in the sky."

"At that time, arrange an anti-aircraft gun battalion to fire at Wanxian Mountain. If the effect is not good, then ask the comrades of the Air Force to help. In the future, we can summarize experience while fighting, and pull rain clouds from wherever there are."

"Tsk tsk, sprinkle a little on the first day of June, and the white flour buns will kill the dog. With the various measures of the new military region, maybe the big disaster year can be turned into a small disaster year."

Obviously, the confident tone of their commander completely dispelled the worries of Zhao and Xing.

Of course, the Yellow River also contributed to this. With a tough guy who always responds to requests and never fails, everyone is so confident.

"Okay, let's put this matter to rest for now. I hope the artificial rainfall operation will go smoothly and reduce the losses of the people in Henan Province!"

"It will, we will definitely be able to overcome the difficulties together!"

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Just as the three were talking, the delegation of the 1st Marine Brigade finally arrived at the destination, and the convoy stopped steadily in the temporarily planned parking lot.

The building complex in front of us was originally the headquarters of the 4th Cavalry Brigade of the Japanese Army.

After the devils fled Henan Province, the infantry experts transformed this place into the command post of the new military region based on the principle of rationally utilizing existing resources and not adding new burdens to the people.

Just as Li, Zhao, and Xing were about to step into the gate under the leadership of the military district guards, a slightly surprised voice suddenly sounded in their ears.

"Brigade Commander Li? I didn't expect to see you in Henan Province today. We haven't seen each other for several months since we parted in Hetao."

"Thanks to you for leading the paratroopers to rush thousands of miles and helping us in time. Otherwise, the brothers in the Eighth War Zone would have ended up with hatred."

"After the meeting is over, I hope you three can have a meal together so that I can have the opportunity to formally express my gratitude."

As soon as these words came out, the three commanders of the First Marine Brigade immediately looked in the direction of the sound. A middle-aged man in plain clothes was greeting them enthusiastically.

That's right, this person is Qiluban, who has moved to the border area with his family to avoid the bald man's pursuit and house arrest.

Hearing that the Eighth Route Army was going to send troops to control the disaster in the Yellow River flood area, he, who was originally unemployed at home, decisively recommended himself and applied to go to Henan Province with the Guanghua Farm Expert Advisory Group.

This trip was not only to submit a letter of surrender, but also for the local people.

Considering that the former deputy commander of the Guosu War Zone had rich experience in managing the Mother River during his tenure in Suiyuan, the desperate war fox agreed to the other party's request.

"Oh, it turns out to be Commander Fu. We haven't seen each other for a long time. Thank you for thinking about the people and volunteering to come to Henan Province."

"As for the meal, let's talk about it after the meeting. After all, the troops have just taken over more than 50 counties in northern, eastern and southern Henan. It is estimated that General Xu will assign many tasks in a while."

"Please, let's go to the venue together."

Although his proposal for a small gathering after the meeting was rejected by Li Yunlong and others, there was no dissatisfaction on Qiluban's face. He kept smiling and walked into the command post of the new military region hand in hand with the three commanders of the 1st Marine Brigade.

"Haha, I am no longer a war zone commander. I didn't consider the meal. Let's do business first. Please!" (End of this chapter)