Bright Sword's Bloody War of Resistance

The Japanese abolished the lunar calendar after the Meiji Restoration, causing many traditional East Asian festivals to be out of alignment with China and other countries.

The New Year in Japan has been changed from Spring Festival to New Year's Day in the new calendar, which is January [-] every year.

But the little devil also wants to go to the countryside to do as the Romans do, and these puppet troops still have to celebrate the Spring Festival. Therefore, in order to stabilize the puppet troops, the Japanese troops from all over the place distributed a lot of supplies as a reward.

Anyang, the Brigade Headquarters of the First Independent Mixed Brigade of the Japanese Army.

This year, Suzuki Sadaji was very troubled. The news that Fushimi Gong Mingyi fell into the hands of the Eighth Route Army finally spread back to Japan. First time pressure.

Suzuki Sadaji originally wanted to pay a certain price, even if the Japanese army had always regarded it as a strategic weapon in exchange for the artillery, but the Eighth Route Army of Hebei, Shandong and Henan opened their mouths, wanting to get Fushimi Gong Mingyi back. It must be exchanged for the production line of seventy-nine bullets.

"Suzuki-kun, Fushimi Palace has been in the hands of the Eighth Route Army for nearly a month, we must take measures as soon as possible! Otherwise, the next development will definitely affect you and me!"

Years later, Kichizo Kojima, head of the Fourth Cavalry Brigade of the Japanese Army, couldn't sit still anymore, and went directly to Anyang to discuss the matter in person.

"What measure? Do we need to rescue by force? The Fushimi Palace is still in the hands of the Eighth Route Army. If there is a mistake, we will not be far away from returning home!" Suzuki Sadaji said in a deep voice.

"Baga, these damn royal moths!" Kojima Kichizang scolded, "What the Eighth Route Army wants is a whole bullet production line. Is it really going to be exchanged with the Eighth Route Army? Will General Gangcun agree?"

"Mr. Kojima, you think too highly of the military technology of the Eighth Route Army. Even if the Eighth Route Army has a bullet production line, can they solve the technical problems? If they can't produce raw materials, how can the Eighth Route Army produce bullets!"

"As you said, this matter should be done sooner rather than later, otherwise"

Under the pressure, the two quickly reached an agreement that the two brigades were originally directly under the North China Dispatch Army, and then directly reported to Neiji Okamura.

And Ningji Okamura knew about the capture of Fushimi Palace for a long time, but as the commander of the Japanese North China Dispatch Army, he was not good at expressing his opinion. He secretly informed Suzuki Sadaji to rescue Fushimi Palace as soon as possible. The Eighth Route Army got its wish.

Neiji Okamura, who received the telegram, pondered for a long time, and finally dialed the phone on his desk.

"Hey, pick up the Handan 104 Brigade Headquarters!"

"I'm Neiji Okamura!"

On the other end of the phone, Terauchi Yu who picked up the phone was suddenly startled. You must know that Neiji Okamura seldom contacted him by phone, and more often contacted him face-to-face by telegram.

"General Gangcun, I am Yuuchi!"

"Mr. Si Nei, immediately transfer a production line of [-] bullets from Handan Arsenal to Anyang!"

"Nani?" Terauchi Yong was taken aback: "Your Excellency, this is?"

"You don't need to know the reason, execute the order immediately!" Neiji Okamura was also angry at this time, and hung up the phone directly.

Looking at the hung up phone, Yu Terauchi frowned. He has always been well informed, and he naturally knew about Fushimi Miya Akiyoshi's capture.

Originally, Terauchiyong still wanted to watch the excitement, but he didn't expect to go around and cut his flesh off in the end.

In the eyes of Isamu Terauchi, the bullet production line is a hen that lays golden eggs. What is produced continuously is not bullets, but a lot of banknotes.

Zhou Weihan repeatedly stated that the Eighth Route Army was willing to pay a lot of money to build a bullet production line, but Si Neiyong thought repeatedly and refused.

How can the temple be brave enough to bear this out now.

"Baga! Road!" Si Neiyong paced around the office twice, his small eyes flickering non-stop, obviously he didn't have a good idea.

After thinking for a long time, Si Neiyong had a heartbreak and directly dialed the phone number leading to Yanwang Mountain.

On Yanwang Mountain, Zhou Weihan happened to be in his office, and when he heard the red phone ringing on the desk, Zhou Weihan immediately became alert and asked the monk to shield the surrounding people.

"Hello, is it the temple master?"

"I'm Yuu Terauchi!" A smile appeared on Yong Teraouchi's face when he answered the phone: "Mr. Zhou, I have some good news for you. Didn't your army always want a bullet production line before, and now you have it!"

"Oh!" Zhou Weihan's heart moved, and the wind was still tight: "Si Neijun, this is really a surprise!"

Then the brave general in the temple explained the situation in a simple and clear manner.

"Zhou Jun, how can such an important thing as the bullet production line be handed over to other people? I think it's more reassuring to hand it over to you, you see?" Terauchi Yong changed his previous attitude.

"Well, Mr. Si Nei, the bullet production line is too expensive, and you know the situation of our Eighth Route Army, it's really not rich!" Seeing the brave rush of the temple, Zhou Weihan also started to tug.

"We are old friends, how can I cheat you, one price, 100 large yellow croakers, the bullet production line is your Eighth Route Army's, this price can be said to be very cheap!"

One large yellow croaker is 312.5g, and one hundred is about 31 kg.

Zhou Weihan said in his heart that Si Neiyong had a good plan and got 100 large yellow croakers with just one news.

However, it is cheaper than getting a bullet production line.

Zhou Weihan immediately agreed, and the two discussed the specific matters again.

At the end, Terauchi Yong also said: "Zhou Jun, please rest assured, I will buy time for you!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Weihan shouted to the door: "Monk, call the political commissar!"

Zhao Gang, who was called by Zhou Weihan, pushed the door away: "Old Zhou, is there any emergency?"

"There is no emergency, but there is good news!"

When Zhou Weihan told the story, Zhao Gang immediately beamed with joy: "This is really great news. A bullet production line was sold by Si Neiyong at such a cheap price?"

"Si Neiyong is a cub and a salesman. Tian doesn't feel bad, but, Lao Zhao, don't be too happy. Now the bullet production line has not been obtained, but it is obtained. The two technologies of refined brass and smokeless gunpowder alone are enough comrades." We are having a headache, we are still far away from the mass production of [-]-caliber bullets!"

"In this way, report to the headquarters immediately, and ask the headquarters to send military experts to assist, go directly to Pingshun, don't be fooled by the little devils at that time, it will be a lot of fun!"

"It's not appropriate to send out a large-scale force this time. I'll go to Pingshun immediately to arrange the battle deployment. I think the main force can support this time. It's enough for the special forces and the reconnaissance company to take the main attack!" Zhou Weihan said one after another.

"Okay, I'll report to the headquarters right away!" Zhao Gang nodded in response.