Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

 “If you don’t say there are too many, today there will be tens of thousands.”

 Taiyuan, Meishan Conference Hall.

While the Yellow River was running east and west in the Suiyuan area, steadily using the rabbit's traditional skills to build industrial infrastructure, the Eighth Route Army headquarters hundreds of kilometers away was not idle either.

“There will be thunder in September and fog in October, so we can’t guarantee a good harvest next year.”

“Last year, Henan Province encountered a drought, and the grain harvests in various counties and districts were very poor. For a time, the people had to rely on the remaining grains to survive.”

“If it doesn’t rain this spring, it will be a severe test for everyone.”

  “Tell me your thoughts and brainstorm to solve the problem as soon as possible.”

 Large-scale natural disasters are not always without warning.

 Since the spring of 1941, the entire middle and lower reaches of the mother river and its surrounding areas have suffered droughts of varying degrees.

 It’s just that because the agricultural and economic losses are still at a controllable stage, the people in various provinces and regions have not been struck by the sudden disaster.

But!

If there is no rain during spring plowing this year, it means that the entire Central Plains will most likely face famine around July, especially in Henan Province, which was devastated by the God of War at Huayuankou.

The Eighth Route Army, which has always been people-oriented, will naturally not watch the fellow villagers suffer. This is why the headquarters held an extraordinary meeting this time.

 The deputy general staff's opening remarks made all the big guys in the conference room think deeply.

 After a moment, the division commander took the lead in breaking the silence and slowly expressed his thoughts.

“Everyone, you and I here know very clearly what the senior management of Guozhou is like. If we expect those people to actively provide disaster relief, we might as well bombard the Dragon King to make it rain.”

“I personally suggest that our Eighth Route Army must not sit still and wait for death.”

“The headquarters should send a force as an advance army to go south into Henan Province to prepare for disaster relief in advance, so that the disaster will always slow us down.”

“Once a disaster occurs, we will try our best to turn the tide and save the people from disaster.”

As soon as these words came out, everyone present nodded in agreement.

 As for the matter of disaster relief, among the major forces in the Republic of China, TG has the most scientific response methods.

 This is because the vast majority of base areas are established in remote areas with relatively harsh climate environments and relatively backward economic conditions.

 The above conditions, coupled with the double blockade and repeated encirclement and suppression by the Japs and Preserved Fruits, made the areas where the comrades moved more prone to famines.

 As the saying goes, a good doctor becomes a good doctor after a long illness. He often deals with the same type of problems and naturally sums up a lot of valuable experience.

“Haha, Old Liu’s idea coincides with mine. I think it’s okay to send troops south! Since everyone has no objections, let’s discuss who will lead the team.”

 “Has anyone volunteered?”

Hearing this, the senior commanders of the three main forces turned their attention to the vacant positions of the 129th Division.

This is not because everyone is picking on the good and the bad, or because they dislike the mess in Henan Province. The main reason is that most people at this stage have tasks and really cannot leave their posts.

Needless to say, Commander Huzi, guarding the border area has always been his top priority.

Unless it is a large-scale battle arranged by the Army's morale wizards, and the 120th Division needs to take the initiative to assist friendly forces in combat, the entire division will not move easily.

The Tiger in the Forest also has a heavy responsibility. The headquarters is preparing to send him and 103 to the eastern coast to cooperate with 102 to clear the obstacles for the Air Force's first strategic bombing operation.

The division commander is also very busy. Recently, the 129th Division is formulating a big plan for a decisive battle with the North China Front. Whether it can kill Okamura Neiji in one go depends on this move. It will really be impossible to escape for a while.

Looking at it this way, the only people left who are qualified and capable of leading troops south are infantry experts who are training.

“Okay, let’s settle it! I’ll notify Lao Xu personally later and ask him to pack his things and get ready to go, move forward, move forward!”

 “Haha, I’m looking forward to this competition between fellow Wutaishan fellows.”

  ·······

 At the end of January, 30 kilometers east of Fenglingdu, Huawang Village.

“Regiment seat, in front of us is the camp where the first battalion of our regiment is located. I really don’t know what Qian Bojun is doing. He can’t get through the phone calls and doesn’t reply to telegrams. It’s like he has disappeared from the world!”

“I’m going to teach him a lesson later and show that old boy what the 358th regiment’s last name is!”

 On the narrow horse road, an infantry battalion of 600 people was marching at a constant speed.

The weapons and equipment of this group of Jinsui troops are very confusing. They include Japanese 38-type caps and crooked handles, Jin-made Type 65 rifles and Type 17 submachine guns, and even a small number of weapons used by the Eighth Route Army themselves. Heavy weapons are even more diverse. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are made by all nations.

This situation all proves that the Jin Dynasty, which was at its peak a few years ago, has now fallen into a predicament of decline.

The deputy official's complaints about his meritorious service made Chu Yunfei's eyes flash with an imperceptible fierceness, and then he put his hand on the gun at his waist.

“Huh, Qian Bojun is not an honest person. He might be planning some tricks behind his back.”

“Their battalion has been out of contact for two full hours, and they didn’t even send a single cavalry messenger to the regiment headquarters. Apparently they don’t take me, Chu, seriously!”

 “Give me the order to prepare the second battalion for battle!”

 While talking, the troops had arrived at their destination.

Facts have proven that Chu Yunfei’s suspicion was absolutely correct.

After entering the village, he keenly discovered that all the soldiers of the 1st Battalion of the 358th Regiment had received three days' worth of marching supplies, and they obviously looked ready to leave.

But there is one thing that makes Chu and Fang very puzzled.

The soldiers who made mutinous actions in front of them didn't even have a trace of murderous intent on their bodies. There was actually a bit of guilt and fear in their eyes when they looked at me.

With doubts in his mind, Chu Yunfei went straight to the first battalion command post under the **** of the security squad. When he entered the door and saw the real owner, he asked directly and covertly:

 “Qian Bojun! Zhang Fugui! What are you planning!”

“Why does your battalion look like it’s leaving Huawang Village? Could it be that the superiors bypassed the regiment headquarters and directly issued an emergency combat mission to the first battalion?”

"Let me tell you, Chief Yan has emphasized in meetings many times that troops at all levels are strictly prohibited from leaving their garrison without instructions. If the people in the village are allowed to sneak to the Eighth Route Army, no one can bear this responsibility!"

Qian Bojun showed an aggrieved expression at the questioning from his family members. He suddenly opened the door and walked out of the command post, pointing at the empty and lifeless village and said:

“Tuanzuo! See for yourself! This Huawang Village! This Zhongtiao Mountain! How many people are left!”

“Wake up, the Jinsui Army is finished! Commander Yan not only lost Taiyuan, but also lost the hearts and minds of the entire province! If we continue like this, we will starve to death sooner or later!”

“Even if you don’t think about your brothers, you still have to find a career for yourself.”

“Li Yunlong, whom you have longed for, is now an airborne combat expert who has been included in the military textbooks of the Chou Kingdom. If you look at yourself, you can’t even get out of the ravine, you are no longer on the same level!”

Facing the emotional outburst of his subordinates, Chu Yunfei didn't know what to refute for a while.

It was at this moment that he discovered that, except for his two battalions of infantry, there was not even a single villager active outside in the entire village.

 In fact, this situation is not unique. Now the entire Zhongtiao Mountain is facing the problem of population loss.

 The reason is very simple, it is because of the policy of integrating military and peasantry created by Yan Laoxi.

The so-called integration of military and peasantry is to turn all the cultivated land controlled by the Jinsui Army into allotment land, and use one allotment land to feed six families.

 Among the six households, two households were forced to serve as soldiers. The remaining four households are responsible for farming and paying rent, and at the same time supporting the daily life of the Chuding family.

How is this kind of policy different from serfdom, in which one has to cultivate land, pay taxes, perform labor service, and be at the forefront as cannon fodder during wars, and cannot even leave the land without authorization for the rest of his life?

Of course, there is something even more outrageous, that is, Yan Laoxi is engaging in serial sitting.

 Once there were deserters in a certain village, the whole village would suffer. This is why he stationed troops at all levels on the spot.

 One thing to say is that even in the twentieth century, the system of more than a thousand years ago is still being used. This level of reverse driving would make even a certain club player feel inferior.

Looking at his immediate boss who was briefly confused, Qian Bojun gritted his teeth and stamped his feet and continued:

 “Tuanzuo, I am your old subordinate.”

“During the Great War in the Central Plains in the 19th year of the Republic of China, I followed our regiment in our expeditions to the east and west. There was no merit but hard work.”

"I plan to lead my brothers to change course and accept the adaptation of Commander Hu, the commander of the First War Zone. He is in urgent need of anti-X talents like me. Deputy Zhang Ying and I have made up our minds. We all have our own ambitions. I hope you can understand."

As soon as these words came out, Chu Yunfei came back to his senses instantly. In fact, he can really accept the current result, as long as his subordinates don't take refuge with the Japanese and Wang Wangwang.

 What’s more, who hasn’t thought of changing his mind yet?

"People go to higher places, and water flows to lower places. I can understand your thinking, Qian Bojun."

"To tell you the truth, I also plan to join the two officers, Du and Qiu, and continue to kill Japanese beasts in another place."

"But we have agreed in advance that you can take away at most one company of cronies per battalion. These are Commander Yan's troops. You and I must never be ungrateful family slaves with three surnames." (End of this chapter)