BSI Chapter 91 A Joyful and Harmonious Moment
Chapter 91 A Joyful and Harmonious Moment
386th Brigade Headquarters.
The brigade commander hung up the phone with a pleased expression.
He had just outwitted Li Yunlong and managed to get 50,000 jin of grain. He knew that Li Yunlong was good at side businesses. With this grain, the brigade's supplies would no longer be a problem.
The chief of staff next to him was also overjoyed, and said with a smile, "Brigade Commander, the Independent Regiment has made a fortune this time, and our brigade headquarters has also benefited from it."
The brigade commander laughed and said, "It won't be easy to get anything from him, hahaha."
The chief of staff then said, "Won't our actions this time affect Zhao Gang's prestige in the Independent Regiment? After all, he plucked Li Yunlong's beard as soon as he took office."
The brigade commander shook his head and said, "There will definitely be an impact, but it's not a big problem."
The brigade commander still trusted Li Yunlong. Although Li Yunlong would definitely cause a scene after taking 50,000 jin of grain, it was just a fit of pique. After all, the discipline of the Eighth Route Army was that any spoils of war had to be reported.
The chief of staff pointed out, "Brigade Commander, this kid drove away six political commissars in one year when he was in the Independent Regiment last year. It's really strange that Li Yunlong didn't take the opportunity to request a transfer of the political commissar this time. I have a feeling that this kid is up to something again."
"Oh?"
Reminded by the chief of staff, the brigade commander began to think and then said, "You mean, they won the battle but concealed some of the spoils?"
The chief of staff immediately handed over a battle report and said, "Take a look at this."
The brigade commander took it and glanced at it. He frowned. "Damn it," he thought, "the Independent Regiment wiped out two companies. Such a great achievement, but the spoils are only a few dozen guns, not even a single cannon."
The brigade commander wasn't stupid; the Japanese company's firepower configuration was that of the main force regiment of the Eighth Route Army, and sometimes even more advanced.
There should have been at least a few heavy machine guns, right? But the battle report shows that there wasn't a single one.
The brigade commander concluded that Li Yunlong was concealing some of the facts.
After a moment, he understood why Li Yunlong had shown weakness earlier.
The brigade commander said, "Well, this kid is now outsmarting me. Before, when I asked him for spoils, it would take at least half an hour of haggling, but this time it was so easy."
The chief of staff suggested, "Should we make another call and ask?"
The brigade commander waved his hand dismissively and said with a sneer, "Too late. The Independent Regiment is now recuperating and will not fight."
The brigade commander did not regret it. If he had taken the equipment and military rations as well, given Li Yunlong's personality, it would probably have caused a huge uproar.
"Ring ring ring..."
And at that moment, the phone rang.
The brigade commander immediately picked up the phone: "Hello, this is the headquarters of the 386th Brigade."
After the person on the phone spoke for a while, the brigade commander's initially cheerful mood instantly turned sour.
After speaking with the person on the phone for a few minutes, the brigade commander hung up.
Knowing the brigade commander's personality, the chief of staff hurriedly asked, "What happened?"
The brigade commander said in a deep voice, "It was the division commander who called. We've suffered a defeat on the Suizao battlefield. It seems the Japanese are shifting their focus back to the North China theater. It looks like they're going to launch a spring sweep."
The chief of staff was also startled: "The Suizao Campaign has failed! Alas! Another piece of Chinese territory has been lost!"
The brigade commander was in a bad mood because of this.
The brigade commander added, "We are currently in the most difficult period of the War of Resistance against Japan, and we cannot afford to have too many negative emotions."
"What should we do then? Won't our plan to encircle and annihilate 'Shi Yousan' next month have to be postponed?"
"That's not the case," the brigade commander denied. "According to the intelligence provided by our division's enemy work department, although the Japanese have gained an advantage on the Suizao battlefield, their military capabilities in North China are not yet fully developed, and the spring mopping-up operation is at most a small-scale operation."
The division commander's order was for each regiment in our brigade to maintain its organizational structure and evade the Japanese mopping-up operations in stages.
"Break it down into smaller parts?"
The brigade commander nodded: "Yes."
Immediately, the brigade commander ordered the communications officer: "Order all regimental-level officers under your command to hold a meeting at brigade headquarters in three days!"
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Da'an Village, the camp of the First Battalion of the Independent Regiment.
This morning, the brigade headquarters sent a logistics supply unit, which took away 50,000 jin of grain from the camp. Zhao Gang signed the document, and the regimental commander nodded in approval.
However, they did not see Li and Kong early in the morning, and the soldiers of the First Battalion did not dare to cause any disturbance. They could only watch helplessly as the grain was taken away.
The soldiers had no idea that Li and Kong were tending to their wounds in some corner.
Fifty thousand catties of grain! That's more than half a year's worth of rations for the Independent Regiment. If it were just the First Battalion keeping some for themselves, it could last them at least a year.
Wang Yousheng didn't really value the concept of food, but now that he thinks about it, killing Ma Bao was the right thing to do.
No wonder Ma Bao didn't dare ask the Japanese for help when he was kidnapped by a wealthy man from Shanxi who had hoarded so much grain.
After the brigade's escort team left, the soldiers of the First Battalion didn't complain much, after all, there were still more than 70,000 jin of grain left, enough for the First Battalion to consume.
Especially the head of the logistics department, Lao Xu, although he had a bad falling out with Wei Dayong before, now that the First Battalion is rich, he has a big smile on his face every day and walks with a swagger.
It wasn't just him; the entire battalion was immersed in a self-sufficient environment, and for several days in a row, everyone was beaming with joy.
That day, the camp canteen opened for lunch.
More than a thousand soldiers arrived one after another. Every day they ate fine millet and white flour steamed buns, and the logistics department would occasionally prepare a meat meal for them. The soldiers were all in great spirits.
Wang Yousheng was eating a steamed bun in his left hand and a bowl of stir-fried potatoes with minced meat in his right hand, his mouth dripping with oil.
During the War of Resistance Against Japan, the soldiers' food was not very good, and the seasoning was not as good as in the 21st century. Basically, it was enough to fill their stomachs.
Even so, Wang Yousheng ate with great relish.
Sitting next to him was a comrade from the recruit company. Although he was now a platoon leader, everyone in the battalion knew that he commanded more than a thousand men.
"Platoon Leader Wang, here, have some of this!"
Twelve-year-old Zhao Shitou placed a white flour bun into Wang Yousheng's bowl with a grin on his face.
Wang Yousheng glanced at him. This kid had been in the battalion for several days, and perhaps because of the excellent food, his face had become much rosier.
Zhao Shitou is now a communications officer and trains with the new recruits.
Wang Yousheng patted his little forehead and politely declined, saying, "You eat it, you're still growing."
This isn't just idle talk. This kid is young and short, and he doesn't even have the strength to pull the bolt of a rifle. Right now, he can only run errands as a communications soldier.
Zhao Shitou pouted and said, "Platoon Leader Wang, when will I be able to carry a gun? The other guys who came with me have all carried guns."
"ha?"
Wang Yousheng understood; this kid was trying to get close to him and wanted to get a gun.
Before Wang Yousheng could respond, a man sat down opposite him—Wei Dayong, who was eating with his mouth full of grease.
Wei Dayong and his comrades have successfully joined the Eighth Route Army.
Wang Yousheng also received a tip that Li Yunlong intended to recruit Wei Heshang as his bodyguard.
However, since it's not the right time, Wei Dayong needs to get some experience in the recruit camp, at least to learn the Three Main Rules of Discipline and the Eight Points for Attention of the Eighth Route Army.