Siheyuan: Married a female spy at the beginning of 1944

Wang Zhanshan talked about the examples of Ma Xuewu and Ma Qingchun for a while.

Linking the fight against the invaders with the personal interests of every soldier.

Let most soldiers know why they are fighting.

It feels like it’s almost dark.

Let everyone go back and rest.

"Thank you for your hard work, Instructor Wang. You gave a great lecture. Thank you so much. You are really amazing."

"This is my job. It's not hard at all. And it's not that I'm good. This is the fact. If someone else were to talk about it, they would be able to explain it clearly."

This is what Wang Zhanshan thought.

He felt that although he was doing ideological work, most of the time he was explaining facts and reasoning to the soldiers.

Use examples that the soldiers can see and touch to inspire their fighting enthusiasm.

He simply told the warriors what to fight for.

He didn't find it hard at all to be an instructor who told the truth.

He Daqing also knew that most instructors of this era were actually ordinary people.

They are not even as good as those who do pyramid schemes in later generations.

They simply put the bloody facts in front of the soldiers and let them choose for themselves: fight or die.

There are few stupid people in this world.

If a team wants to deceive and fool soldiers into fighting for their lives, then this team has serious hidden dangers.

Moreover, the soldiers' fighting will is not that strong.

The main reason why so many soldiers were willing to die bravely on the Korean battlefield was because they knew the consequences of failure in the war.

"Well, that's the fact, but not many people can explain the facts clearly. In any case, thank you, Instructor Wang.

How about this, I still have a lot of weapons I replaced, if you need them, just take them."

He Daqing seized a lot of things in these two times.

There are simply too many soldiers left to use, and it is also difficult to carry them with you on marches.

"Really? Thank you so much. If you need anything in the future, just tell us. We will do our best to help you."

After two days of fighting, Wang Zhanshan and Gao Degui had a clear understanding of He Daqing's combat capabilities.

They knew that He Daqing's team was capable of defeating a squadron of the Japanese devils head-on.

Therefore, their thoughts are no longer the same as before.

Before, I was afraid that He Daqing would die.

Now I want to take He Daqing with me to deal with more Japanese devils.

"I plan to rest for two days, and then take them down the mountain to fight the Japanese.

At the same time, I also need you to provide me with some food. I can buy it with money. "

The biggest problem for He Daqing's team is actually logistics.

He can lead these people to continue attacking the Japanese.

The system will provide ammunition and money, but it does not provide food.

Moreover, without effective logistical support, soldiers like He Daqing will have worries when fighting.

They are also afraid that they will die on the battlefield, and all their previous efforts will be reduced to ashes with their death.

But things are different with the logistical support of the Eighth Route Army.

Wang Zhanshan was still wondering whether Wuchang was supporting He Daqing with food or selling food to He Daqing.

Gao Degui couldn't help but speak.

When Gao Degui heard that He Daqing wanted to buy grain, the first thing he thought of was He Daqing's money.

The army is now in dire need of hard currency such as oceans.

Although there were military notes issued by the Eighth Route Army itself within the base area.

But except for the base area, no other place recognizes this thing.

Moreover, whether buying things from enemy-occupied areas or Kuomintang-controlled areas, the hard currency now is the ocean.

"Are you paying with dollars, or something else?"

"Dayang, don't worry. I don't have much else, but I still have Dayang."

He Daqing made a lot of money from fighting for a few days.

In addition to the ones he killed himself, he also got a commission of 5 yuan for the Japanese killed by his soldiers.

When he heard it was Dayang, Gao Degui made the decision immediately.

"Okay, I'll provide you with your food. Do you need clothes? Do you need shoes?

We all have it.”

Gao Degui just wanted to bring He Daqing's team in.

As long as He Daqing's team becomes more and more dependent on their logistics, He Daqing will not be able to leave their team in the future.

“Okay, I’ll leave the logistics to you. I’ll make a list of what you need for you later.

By the way, the wounded soldiers will be handed over to you in the future. I will pay you the medical expenses for each wounded soldier in one lump sum when they return to the team."

In this way, He Daqing handed over all logistics to Gao Degui and Wang Zhanshan.

Now he only needs to focus on finding the Japanese squadrons and then attack.

Just when He Daqing and his men were planning to take a rest, the Japanese army had already arrived at Qinjiatun.

The commander of the 66th Brigade, Shinji Sato, went to the scene in person this time.

They have now lost half of their brigade.

He Daqing had killed many people from his two battalions by beating and knocking them down.

This made his scalp tingle.

Now he gathered the remaining two battalions in Qinjiatun, intending to use superior forces to eliminate He Daqing's Eighth Route Army.

"Major General, the Utsunomiya Squadron was also destroyed. But we just investigated the scene and found that the Eighth Route Army did not have as many troops as he reported. What do you think?"

Utsunomiya initially reported one regiment, and then reported two regiments.

Shinji Sato thought it was the main force of the Eighth Route Army, so he immediately mobilized all the troops and surrounded them together.

But when they arrived at the scene, they found that the battle had already ended.

And the battlefield has been cleaned up.

The ground was littered with Japanese soldiers who had been stripped to nothing but their loincloths.

Looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground, Sato Shinji absolutely could not believe that there were less than two regiments of the Eighth Route Army participating in the battle.

"Assholes, a squadron was missing the day before yesterday, two were missing yesterday, and another was wiped out today.

You tell me, the Eighth Route Army has less than two regiments?

Tell me, can a division of the Eighth Route Army wipe out one of our battalions?"

Sato Shinji didn't believe that one or two thousand Eighth Route Army soldiers could resolve the battle so quickly.

Moreover, the traces of battle remaining at the scene indicated that a large-scale shelling had occurred.

He knew that some regiments of the Eighth Route Army did not even have a single gun.

Just looking at the shell craters in the camp, he felt that the force besieging Utsunomiya was at least a division.

"Major General, based on the footprints at the scene and the traces of their escape, their number should be less than 2000."

The Japanese still insisted that the number of opponents was not that large.

Shinji Sato felt offended.

When facts and cognition conflict, some people will firmly claim that they are not wrong.

Shinji Sato is such a person. He just doesn't believe the investigation results of his subordinates.

“After re-investigating, it is certain that this was a trail deliberately left by the Eighth Route Army to lure us into pursuit.

Utsunomiya and his men fell for this trick, and that’s why they sent them one squadron at a time.”