Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Thirty minutes later, the Eighth Office of Shancheng.

At this time, sunset is approaching, and most of the people in the city have finished their work for the day and are dragging their tired bodies back home.

However, in the southwest of the city, there is a three-story dark gray brick-and-wood structure that is always brightly lit, and people there are still busy working.

In the communications room of the office, the popular honorary leader and a doctor of philosophy named Joe were pacing back and forth anxiously.

From the way the two looked at the telegraph machine from time to time, it was not difficult to tell that they were waiting for some important document.

Suddenly, a signal soldier picked up the pen on the table and began to record the code in his notebook.

After the compilation work was completed, he immediately handed the secret code to his superior behind him.

"Ha ha!"

After just one glance, the doctor of philosophy surnamed Qiao burst into laughter, and the previous depression on his face was wiped away. This situation is very similar to a famous scene more than 20 years later.

"Great! Well done to the Air Force comrades! What a bold and hearty operation!"

"After waiting for so many years, we finally sounded the clarion call for counterattack! Hurry! Inform the leaders of each department to come to the conference room for a meeting."

Hearing this, the soldiers outside the communication room immediately started to move and trotted to offices on different floors.

Although I don't know what happened specifically, but to make the two chiefs laugh so uncontrollably, it must be that the front line has won a great victory.

After all the backbones had arrived, the popular honorary leader raised the telegram in his hand and announced excitedly and loudly:

"I have good news for you all! Great news!"

"Early this morning, two divisions of our Eighth Route Army Air Force set out from the Qilu area and carried out an unconstrained strategic bombing mission!"

"The heroic pilots not only bombed several enemy arsenals on the mainland, but also set fire to the enemy's rear area."

"Even the arrogant United Fleet suffered heavy losses in this operation!"

As expected, the contents of the telegram ignited this tired evening and immediately made the conference room burst into applause.

The top leaders and cadres of each department all cried with joy. They hugged each other to celebrate the Air Force's victory.

After the comrades calmed down a little, the popular honorary leader walked to the center of the podium with a smile, and his eyes fell on a certain couple.

"Good news cannot be enjoyed alone, it must be shared with the people of the whole country! I am ready to publish this great victory in the newspaper!"

"EL, I will leave the domestic version of Xinhua Daily to you two. You two are the strongest writers in our office. We must show the momentum to realize the great rejuvenation of the nation!"

In a sense, ideological crusaders are emblematic of sales in the current era.

If a newspaper has his inscription, then the newspaper's sales volume will definitely break a new high that day, and it is not difficult to even double it several times.

The sudden arrangement did not surprise the elder brothers and sisters of Huanghe at all. The two looked at each other and smiled, then took over the job without hesitation.

After allocating domestic tasks, the popular honorary leader turned his attention to the other side.

As the only newspaper in the Kuomintang-controlled border area that can be published publicly, Xinhua Daily naturally has an international edition, but its popularity and spread are still in their infancy.

With the idea that if you don’t occupy the high ground of public opinion war, the enemy will occupy it, the popular honorary leader warned with a serious face:

"Guanhua, your department is solely responsible for the international news section. This is your strength, so you must show your style and level."

"For the international version, I have only one request, and that is to spread our voice to the whole world."

"Whether it's Europe, Africa or Southeast Asia, we must not miss any area with allies or resistance organizations!"

"receive!"

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At noon the next day, the crisp and joyful voices of newsboys appeared in the streets and alleys of the mountain city.

The children waved the "Xinhua Daily" in their hands and shouted loudly to everyone passing by:

"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers. Our army's magic soldiers descended from the sky, successfully bombed the Japanese homeland, and sank several battleships of the United Fleet!"

"Extra, extra! Captain Wang Hai spoke domineeringly, saying that this strategic bombing operation is just the beginning, and the Air Force is about to open a second battlefield on the enemy's homeland!"

Facts have proved that the propaganda slogan set by the Eighth Office of Shancheng is indeed effective.

After hearing the shouts of the newsboys, the people who were in a hurry stopped and glanced at the newspapers with questioning eyes.

After a while, a cultural figure wearing a long gown walked out of the crowd and asked tentatively: "Excuse me, which newspaper company are you selling?"

It seemed that everyone's thoughts were asked, and the people around them cheered up.

In fact, I really don’t blame the people for being cautious about this matter.

Those messy newspapers in Guoli always made nonsense, often making jokes about our troops' successful advance and the enemy's hasty pursuit, which made their credibility fall again and again.

"This is Xinhua Daily. Do you want a copy?"

In the current Republic of China, the most influential newspaper is Xinhua Daily. After all, the Eighth Route Army has been fighting to regain lost ground. Who wouldn't like to see news of victory?

Hearing the confident answer from the newsboy, the long-sleeved intellectual paid without hesitation, and then was pushed to a high place by the crowd around him to start reading aloud.

But just seeing the words and pictures of the headlines, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

The intellectual took several deep breaths to calm down his emotions, but he was so excited that he couldn't read a word when he opened his mouth.

In the expectant eyes and encouragement of the crowd, he tried his best to adjust his mentality, and finally shouted with all his strength:

"It's true! It's all true!"

"We are saved! Shancheng is saved! The Republic of China will not perish!"

After a shout, the intellectual's face was full of excitement, and he began to read aloud word by word.

Since Guosu moved the capital, Shancheng has been bombed by the devils every now and then, and the whole city was once shrouded in the shadow of war.

If it weren't for the Eighth Route Army Air Force's strong rescue, perhaps the enemy's land and sea aviation would still frequently attack, causing greater losses and casualties.

Now that the First and Third Air Divisions have avenged the people, how can everyone not be happy?

"Well done! Bomb those bastards to death!"

"It has to be the Eighth Route Army. We shouldn't have believed in the idea of ​​roaming without fighting. It's all a lie!"

The common people discussed it one by one. Some people wanted to join the Eighth Route Army on the spot, just to have the opportunity to become a self-defense machine gunner in the future and see the bombs fall into Mount Fuji with their own eyes.

Now, the most conservative people think that the ideas of the radicals are a bit too conservative.

Soon, the news of the strategic bombing set off a huge wave, spreading rapidly in the city like a storm.

Everyone was running around the streets to tell each other. In less than an hour, almost all the people in the city knew about this great victory.

The mountain city has been waiting for this day to come.

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Huangshan Villa, Yunxiu Tower.

After sending off a representative of an ally, the bald man closed the door of the study without saying a word, and completed the one-stop service of opening the drawer, taking out the notebook, and picking up the pen to write a diary.

He couldn't even hold back the ecstasy in his heart, and had the urge to dance a passionate dance.

"It's sunny in the 31st year of the Republic of China."

"In the afternoon, I talked with the representative of the Ugly Air Force and learned that they are about to carry out a bombing operation against the enemy. I expect that the collapse of Japan will start with the bombing! The victory of the war of resistance is set!"

"After this battle, our Air Force can add up to 16 large bombers. Standby use, as the basis for the final victory!"

The sky cleared and the rain stopped, and the bald man felt that he was fine again.

In fact, the Ugly country had no intention of notifying Guo Pu in advance about the relevant matters of the air raid.

After all, everyone knows that the intelligence network here is very bad, basically no different from a sieve, and no one can guarantee that the news of the top-secret operation will not be leaked.

Even Doolittle once proposed that the operation be kept secret throughout the whole process. He believed that Guo Pu airport would hear the news of the bombing of the book from the radio station and the radio, and consciously prepare to receive their own side.

But!

What is a radio station? What is a radio? Guo Pu doesn't have these things at all.

Finally, with a serious and responsible attitude, the ugly country still sent someone to notify the bald head and told him to prepare for the response.

After writing today's diary, the wolf of Huangpu River, who thought he had mastered the art of nourishing qi, was completely broken in the study.

However, unlike the previous broken defense, today's emotional fluctuations were caused by happiness.

In his opinion, since the Battle of Pearl Harbor, the ugly country has finally got back the place!

Although this is just a small fight, it is possible to counterattack in a year or two. After all, MacKaiser, who is far away in Southeast Asia, said that the Allies will definitely come back.

Just at this happy moment, there was a knock on the door outside the study.

"Is it Yunong? Come in quickly!"

For reporting work, the bald head has always had strict time regulations. Now is the lunch break time, and the only person who dares to disturb his rest can only be the military leader.

As expected, after getting the approval of his leader, Boss Dai immediately pushed the door and walked in.

At this moment, the treacherous gentleman looked extremely bad, without any of his usual domineering feeling, like a young wife who was afraid of being beaten.

"Principal, something big happened."

"The Eighth Route Army bombed the devil's homeland, and now the whole city is spreading the news that the other side has won a great victory. In the battlefield of public opinion, all our previous efforts have come to nothing."

As soon as these words came out, the bald man's smile immediately disappeared without a trace, and the whole person fell into a state of self-doubt.

"Ah?"

"Who?"

"Eighth Route Army?"

After being confused for three times, he looked at his capable general with a gloomy face, and signaled with his eyes that the other party should quickly take out the collected intelligence and explain the source of the intelligence.

But who would have thought that Boss Dai, who was usually "reliable", would pull out a big one: take out a copy of the Xinhua Daily.

In fact, the news of the successful bombing was originally supposed to be published on the first page of the newspaper in the morning.

But the Eighth Route Army's planes wanted to come to the mountain city, and they had to be approved by the Guosu Air Defense Command, which gave the bald man a brief happy time.

After reading the illustrated newspaper, the Wolf of Huangpu River could no longer suppress his inner anger, and even the B25 that was about to be obtained was not attractive to him.

After a moment, he threw the documents on the table directly into his subordinate's face and cursed:

"What do you do for a living!"

"Does the military command have to rely on newspapers published by hostile forces to collect intelligence? If they don't publish reports, will you all be blind and deaf?"

"Comparing people with others will lead to death, and comparing goods with goods will lead to throwing away! I can tell you clearly now that you, Huangpu Sixth Period, are not as good as other people's CG! Trash!"

After venting his anger, Bald Head fell into deep thought again.

Our own side is half dead, but the Eighth Route Army is getting stronger and stronger, and even has the upper hand in public opinion. What should we do?

If you want to be successful in Guozhi, it doesn't matter your business ability, but what's important is that you must know how to figure out the leader's ideas.

Seeing the sad look on his superior's face, Boss Dai said with the idea of ​​atonement:

"Principal, now that the enemy's homeland has been bombed twice, he will definitely attack the coastal areas. Why don't we issue a transfer order to the Eighth Route Army Air Force and let them bear the wrath of the Japanese Air Force."

"If the Eighth Route Army refuses to carry out the order, we will charge the other party with disobeying orders and sabotaging the war of resistance, and take the opportunity to suppress their growing reputation."

Hearing this, Baldhead glanced at his subordinates.

Now, the Eighth Route Army is still in a battle order with preserved fruits, so it is definitely a reasonable order to put their air force on the front line.

If you can withstand the Japs' counterattack, you will succeed in micro-managing. At that time, you can let the Propaganda Department change the situation and take most of the credit on yourself.

Well, that makes sense!

What's more, when it comes to long-distance raids and air combat, the Eighth Route Army is inherently at a disadvantage, and may even end up with a lose-lose situation.

Perfect, the advantage is mine!

After thinking about it, the bald man glared at Boss Dai.

"Do your own thing! I have already focused my energy on the military, I don't need you to meddle in my own business!"

"By the way, how is Zheng Yaoxian's arrangement for the assassination operation? It has been several months. Is he able to do it?"

When he heard the name of his sixth son, Boss Dai's face suddenly became a little brighter. He took out a document again and explained to the leader:

"The operation is about to close the net. He has bribed the other party's chef and can kill the Yellow River someday!" (End of Chapter)