After the commandos rushed to Hill 103, they found that the remaining straight soldiers had already abandoned their weapons and lined up in the trenches with their hands raised or their heads held up.
They expected to encounter some resistance, but they didn't expect that the Zhili army would surrender so quickly.
Of course, this does not mean that Chinese soldiers like to surrender. The main reason is that these warlord troops are not treated well, and there is a civil war between warlords. Even if they surrender, they will not die, so these soldiers are keen to surrender.
This made the commandos quite helpless. How come the surrender speed of these direct troops was almost the same as that of the bandits? Didn't they agree that they were regular troops?
But the man had surrendered, and it was impossible for him to pick up a gun and fight again. The commandos were forced to accept prisoners and collect the old-fashioned rifles with smooth rifling at their feet.
"It's good that you have this surrender posture. Just squat on the ground like this and continue to hold your head with your hands. As long as you don't act rashly, we won't hurt you."
After saying that, the commando squad leader picked up the large underpants stuck on a branch and couldn't help but ask these surrendering soldiers: "What do you mean?"
One prisoner raised his hand, stood up and said the reason with a playful smile, "Sir, this is a white flag of surrender. Look at how white my pants are after washing."
"Awesome, you guys are all monsters and monsters, keep squatting for me." This made the commando squad leader not know what to say, and he waved to the signal soldier.
Picking up the SCR536 walkie-talkie hanging on his butt, "Report to Battalion Commander Qiao that our 03 Commando has captured Highland 203 and all enemy troops have surrendered."
"Yes, our commando team doesn't seem to have any casualties... By the way, that battalion commander, lunch time has come, remember to bring our lunch."
Not long after, the remaining machine gun and shooter groups packed up their weapons and came to Hill 203.
Behind them were two dozen mules and horses, carrying ESSenbehälter hot food transport boxes on their backs.
The transport box was opened, and a strong aroma of stewed meat overflowed. The commando looked at the braised pig's trotters in the box and smiled from ear to ear, "Hahaha, I didn't expect that we would be able to eat Type B rations during the war. ."
Lu Xiaojia roughly divided the army's rations into three levels: A, B, and C. Among them, level A was only supplied to pilots and submariners, while the rest of the troops were provided with level B rations, while level C was the so-called individual soldier rations.
Some soldiers did not find any trace of Coca-Cola, and they looked a little disappointed, "Oh, why is there no black soda? Without soda, even eating meat would not taste good."
The canteen soldier was getting food from the M31 metal lunch box and couldn't help but mockingly said: "Hey, hey, why do you still want to drink soda? Go back to the military camp and drink it slowly. This is Fujian Province. Even if there is a railway line, we can't supply soda." "
There is no way, both the armored division and the mountain division of the Patriot Army have been completely trained into young master soldiers by Lu Xiaojia. Of course, this does not affect their combat effectiveness.
The prisoner's face was full of disbelief, and his eyes were almost squeezed out of his sockets. What kind of army is the Patriot Army? The grassroots soldiers are so well fed!
This made the captives, who had three meals a day of cabbage and radishes, and whose mouths almost smelled like birds, so envious that tears began to fall from the corners of their mouths unconsciously.
There is no way, despite the fertile land of China, the country's current agriculture and animal husbandry are actually not developed, and the food output is not high. As a result, the big soldiers under these warlords can only eat half full.
The soldiers of these warlord armies don't have meat. If you are lucky, you may be able to eat it a few times a year, but it is all animal waste. Serious and good meat is not available to the big-headed soldiers.
The soul-stirring aroma of meat floated in the air, and some prisoners even stood up unknowingly in search of the aroma.
The guarding soldier was so frightened that he quickly backed away, threw the lunch box aside, and pointed his gun at the prisoner who stood up with a wary expression, "What are you going to do? Get back right away!"
"You, the Patriot Army, eat really well...you even have big pig's hooves, can you give us some?"
"Sir, you eat so well every meal. It's like a magical day. Even the big landowners in our village can't have meat for three meals a day."
The guarding soldier was chewing on the apple, and an idea came to him after hearing this, "The food of the landlords is definitely not as good as that of our Patriot Army. We have meat for three meals a day. As for you who want to eat, it's not impossible."
"Go and pick up the corpses and stumps over there. Throw them all into the trenches and fill them up. Don't think about being lazy. You'll have food after you finish."
Under the temptation of pig trotters, these prisoners quickly swept away the battlefield at a tornado-like speed, shocking the soldiers guarding the scene with their mouths open.
After completing the mission, the prisoners gnawed on the pig's trotters and asked with their mouths full of oil, "Sir, we are all Chinese. Tell me, what on earth do we have to do to join your Patriot Army?"
"Uh...this?"
This stumped the soldiers. They only knew that the prisoners they took would go to prison camps.
But Lu Xiaojia Ke never said how the prisoners should join their Patriot Army.
…
In a busy oak forest at the foot of the mountain, 24 M1A1 75mm howitzers were scattered everywhere, roaring one after another.
The headquarters of the 1st Regiment of the 8th Mountain Division and the regiment-affiliated artillery positions are stationed in this forest.
The signal corps opened the tent cloth and reported to the regiment commander Shen Mowen: "Report to the regiment commander, the 02 Department just sent news that they are about to launch an attack. Let us stop the shelling of Songyuan Gang 102 Highland."
Deputy Captain Jiang Qianli put down the pencil in his hand, "Captain, it seems that Captain Chen Bin is going to lose this time. Our second regiment is faster than their third regiment!"
"Oh, the outcome has not yet been decided. Our second regiment still has Hill 104 that we haven't captured yet."
Although he said this, Shen Mowen still had a winner's smile on his face, "I know, let the artillery battalion immediately cooperate with the 04 artillery unit to launch an artillery bombardment on Highland 104. After the bombardment is over, tell the 04 department not to be sloppy and give it to me. Quickly capture Hill 104."
"Yes, leader!"
…
Inside the Jinling City Security Headquarters.
Lu Xiaojia rubbed the American Bison 10-dollar bill in his hand, and from among the many currencies in the box, he took out the Lumberjack 5-dollar bill and looked at it carefully.
After reading it, I couldn't help but praise the man in front of me with glasses, who looked like Wenzou Zou, "Ruan Hua, it's not that the commander-in-chief praises you specifically, it's mainly because of the counterfeit money you made... No, this should be called genuine. Banknotes, this anti-counterfeiting technology is truly the pinnacle.”
Yes, these are counterfeit bills.
No, this should be called real banknotes, because these banknotes in front of you cannot be distinguished by the naked eye and hand feel. Even under a microscope, it is difficult to distinguish the authenticity.
In fact, Lu Xiaojia has been deploying this financial and trade war plan to create counterfeit banknotes for a long time, and it has always existed under the code name "Wu Shuang".
The banknote printing factory is located on the outskirts of Jinhua City, Yu Province. All the employees inside the project and the soldiers guarding it are system soldiers. There is no doubt that it is top-secret. Their direct person in charge also directly interfaces with Lu Xiaojia himself.
"I don't dare to take credit. This is all due to your good teachings, Commander-in-Chief. In addition, the gravure printing machine you distributed to us is excellent. Otherwise, how could we achieve this level of fakeness with the help of fake banknote templates?"
Seeing that Ruan Hua was so low-key, Lu Xiaojia couldn't say anything else. Anyway, this guy was a system person, so he asked his next question, "Ruan Hua, do you have the yen, pounds, dollars, and francs in your banknote printing plant's inventory?" Please report everything to me."
Ruan Hua took out a small book and opened it, "Commander, after this 24-hour operation, our banknote printing plant currently has 10 million US dollars, 3 million pounds, 4 million francs, and 18 million yen in inventory, of which the amounts are all However, according to your instructions, we did not imitate the rubles and marks."
"Commander, would you like to transport all these banknotes to your territory and let MI6 agents spread them around?"
"No, let me think so."
Lu Xiaojia rubbed his chin. This kind of trade war, which disrupts other countries' trade, causes their currencies to devalue, and triggers economic turmoil and recession, pays attention to the steady flow of water.
"In this way, after you go down, send one-tenth of the counterfeit banknotes in your inventory to each country. After the secret service handover, let them use various methods to disseminate these banknotes in various areas of the country in a low-key manner."
"Yes, Commander!"
