Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

After arranging the city defense work, Yoshio Iwamatsu did not leave the combat conference room immediately. The old devil walked silently to the window and looked toward the northeast of the city.

Over there is Taiyuan's industrial zone, where the entire city's light and heavy industries are concentrated. After pondering for a moment, he issued a new order with great pain:

"Arrange the samurai to plant explosives in various factories. Don't hesitate to detonate the bombs immediately!"

"Even if we destroy all of these things, we cannot leave them to the Eighth Route Army! Otherwise, my brother's situation in North China will only get worse."

As soon as these words came out, the staff members all took a breath. They didn't expect that their commander would act so ruthlessly.

Although Taiyuan's industrial structure is deformed, it is still complete with military and civilian industries. As long as there are sufficient raw materials, we can continuously produce the materials our brother country needs.

It can be said that there are not many such important cities even in the mainland. My own commander actually blew it up when he asked. It is conceivable that the situation has reached the most serious point.

But at this moment, a correspondent ran in from outside the door:

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, there is a call from the base camp! General Hata Junliu and Prime Minister Lu personally ordered us to stay in Taiyuan for a month, and we are strictly prohibited from destroying any equipment in the city."

"At that time, the Kwantung Army, the Mongolian Army, and the troops directly under the North China Front will all come to support and launch attacks on the Eighth Route Army from the east and north."

"Long live my brother Japan, and long live His Majesty the Locust."

With the arrival of the new news, the war conference room suddenly became chaotic, and the devils present turned into face-changing masters.

As middle- and high-level commanders whose minds are filled with bushido, none of them are afraid of death. They have long been prepared to be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor at any time.

But if there is a chance to survive, who wouldn't want to fight for it?

Even Yoshio Iwamatsu, the commander of the First Army who was prepared to die, was trembling with excitement after reading the telegram.

This old devil has great confidence in the city wall of Taiyuan. If it only lasts for a month, he thinks it will not be too difficult.

It's better to die than to live. At worst, he will be dismissed and sent back to his hometown to join the reserve force.

Look at Yoshio Shinozuka, he is still having a prosperous life in the Army Academy.

After adjusting his state and facial expression, Iwamatsu Yoshio immediately ordered the correspondent with high spirits:

"Call back to General Hata Jun and Prime Minister Lu, and tell them that we will defend Taiyuan City to the death, and are ready to destroy all our troops, and will never retreat!"

Yoshio Iwamatsu paused and then said to everyone in the war room: "We still have to be prepared for both. The bombs we just mentioned still need to be deployed. Before the rescue force arrives, we must not take it lightly, especially in Taiyuan. Light industrial zone!”

In this old devil's view, the Eighth Route Army would most likely focus more on migrant workers' areas than arsenals that could produce various types of firearms, ammunition, and large-caliber heavy artillery.

After all, the opponent can also make weapons themselves, and the production capacity is definitely not lower than that of Taiyuan Arsenal.

However, the development of migrant workers in the Eighth Route Army is lagging far behind. So far, there is only one kind of bicycle available. As a warring party, there is nothing wrong with not letting the other party get what they want.

"Hi!"

After the communications troops left, Yoshio Iwamatsu came to the sand table with a clear look on his face.

At this time, the small blue flags representing the direct jurisdiction of the Mongolian Army, the Kwantung Army and the North China Front Army had been inserted on their respective marching routes. Viewed from a distance, it looks like the Eighth Route Army has been made dumplings without knowing it.

Use yourself as bait, stick to the strategic area of ​​Taiyuan, and induce enemy troops to move towards your own side. As long as it can be defended, when the time is right, it can cooperate with neighboring troops to counterattack and encircle the enemy.

"Yo Xi! It's the center blooming!"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the old devil immediately shut his mouth. This place in North China is a bit evil. All the generals who thought they were using the central flowering tactic died on the battlefield without exception.

As a Japanese lieutenant general, Yoshio Iwamatsu often studied French military history. After a few seconds, he thought of another explanation.

"It's the Battle of the Three Emperors! Today I am Napoleon!"

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Taiyuan, Dingxiang Tower.

This is the most luxurious restaurant in Shanxi. It is a century-old restaurant specializing in donkey meat with secret sauce.

It's a pity that since mid-May, business in the city other than food has not been very easy, and almost no one comes to the restaurant to spend money.

After all, the storm is coming recently, and news is spreading everywhere that the Eighth Route Army is about to attack the city.

In order to protect themselves and their families' lives and property, ordinary people gradually reduce the frequency of going out, so as not to anger the devils patrolling the streets and get into trouble.

In the restaurant, a young waiter in coarse cloth kept walking back and forth, looking like he was on pins and needles.

"Shopkeeper, will something happen to Commander Zheng? At this time in the past, he would have come back with his comrades a long time ago."

"Now the streets are full of Japanese military police and patrols. If something happens, how can we explain it to Captain Wang of the county brigade?"

Dingxiang Tower became an underground transportation station for the Eighth Route Army as early as two years ago.

Fresh ingredients need to be purchased here every day, and people from all walks of life can be contacted here, which is very convenient for our military intelligence personnel to carry out their work. The commander Zheng mentioned by the clerk is naturally Zheng Yingqi from the division's secret service.

Taiyuan is not only the provincial capital, but also the city with the best industrial foundation in the province.

Take the Taiyuan Arsenal as an example. It was one of the three major arsenals of the Republic of China along with Fengtian and Hanyang.

Yan Laoxi was able to control Jin Province for thirty-eight years, which was directly related to the arsenal manufacturing weapons and ammunition for him to recruit troops and expand his power.

Before the fall of Taiyuan, the Jin Dynasty moved away more than 1,000 small machine tools and more than 200 power motors.

This figure is only 2% of the total property, and all the remaining equipment in the factory fell into the hands of the Japanese.

The deputy commander-in-chief formulated a plan to attack Taiyuan City as early as the first day of the Battle of Zhongtiao Mountain.

In order to ensure that the major factories would not be destroyed by the eager Japanese, the division headquarters dispatched the most powerful special agent group into the city in advance, waiting only for the main force to launch an attack.

Seeing the waiter wandering around in front of him, the shopkeeper stood up and grabbed him.

"Bah, bah, bah! What are you talking about! Commander Zheng is an elite from the headquarters, what a little kid."

"I guess they have something important to do and were delayed somewhere. Okay, just say a few words. The wind in the city is very loud, so be careful that the walls have ears."

But at this moment, the door of the restaurant was violently kicked open by someone from the outside. Three people who didn't look like decent people barged in arrogantly.

The leader was so thin that he looked as if he could be blown away by a strong wind.

His eyes were small and slender, and with his two beards, he looked like a once-in-a-thousand-year-old traitor.

Although the arrival of the uninvited guest surprised the shopkeeper. But as a half-Eighth Route Army soldier, he forced himself to remain calm and took the initiative to say hello:

"Hey, isn't this Captain Jia? What kind of wind brings you here?"

"What should we eat today? Are we still following the old rules? Xiao Cai! Cut up three kilograms of donkey meat and add two kilograms of white wine."

Due to the vast territory of the Republic of China, as the Japanese invasion war progressed, their military strength was gradually stretched.

In order to manage the security of the occupied areas, the Japanese implemented the strategy of using China to control China and established multiple puppet troops in various places.

Among these all kinds of puppet troops, there are dog thieves who work wholeheartedly for the invaders, and there are also people who have no choice but to make ends meet.

Captain Jia is one of the many puppet soldiers. He has a total of 600 people under his command, who are mainly responsible for the security and detective work in Taiyuan City.

According to this person's previous urinary behavior, he will definitely forget himself when he hears that there is wine and meat. The shopkeeper planned to get them drunk to prevent them from bumping into Zheng Yingqi who was returning from the investigation.

But something unexpected happened. The other party looked around with a sly look, and then whispered: "I won't drink today, drinking will delay things. I came to see Captain Zheng to discuss something serious, why didn't I see anyone else?"

As soon as these words came out, the shopkeeper and the waiter were secretly shocked. They quickly adjusted their expressions and said with a smile:

"Captain Zheng? Why haven't you heard of it before?

"Is he our new commander of the Royal Association Army? If you want to find someone, you have to go to the headquarters. This is just a restaurant."

Looking at the two people who were still performing hard, Captain Jia shook his head helplessly. He stretched out his hand and made an eight sign, and said with great emotion:

"I abandoned the secret and turned to the bright, and now I am an informant of the Eighth Route Army."

"Don't believe me. I have a token from Commander Zheng. He invited me to come here today to hear the battle plan. If that doesn't work, I'll just wait a little longer."

After receiving the token, the shopkeeper and Cai's eyes widened.

The two of them had seen this strange-shaped whistle on Zheng Yingqi's neck before. With the other party's ability, unless he hands it over on his own initiative, there is no chance for outsiders to get it.

Fortunately, at this time, the rightful owner finally came back.

Seeing Captain Jia waiting in the lobby, Zheng Yingqi smiled from the bottom of his heart. Nothing but that unprecedented face.

Logically speaking, it is absolutely impossible for a puppet soldier like Jia Gui, who eats and drinks freely, is addicted to lollipops, talks foul words, and has questionable work style, to become an informant of the Eighth Route Army.

During the public trial after the war, whether you can survive or not depends entirely on what you have done in the past.

But according to the results of the preliminary investigation, this person actually hated the Japanese army extremely. Although he had many bad habits, he never used his position to kill people.

In addition, the other party's duties are security and detective, so he can move freely in the city even during wartime, which is very consistent with the mission requirements of the spy camp.

"It seems that you are all acquaintances, so I don't need to introduce each other."

"Jia Gui, starting from noon today, take care of every one of your men. No one is allowed to leave the barracks without my order."

"After lunch, bring out your most trusted lieutenant. Our people will change into suitable clothes and patrol the streets with you to wait for the opportunity."

There have been no book reviews recently, not all books, so the books haven’t been popular.

The reason why it was eight hours late was that I was getting cold. After staying up all night for four consecutive days, my body couldn't bear it anymore, so I needed to adjust my schedule.

From now on, I can only suffer from my boss.

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