The Central Plains is indeed big enough.
More than 500 counties, tens of thousands of towns, hundreds of thousands of villages, and hundreds of millions of people!
Hundreds of thousands of Japanese were divided equally, and a village could only house one or two Japanese.
It was really difficult for a Japanese to deal with more than 200 civilians. In order to clear up public security in North China, the Japanese had to reuse various Imperial Army troops.
Give money and guns to arm a group of Taoist sects who are not firm in their stance.
To provoke dissension among some of the landlords and gentry armed forces who had great families and great businesses and could not leave their homeland.
Promise to use large profits and even give autonomy to divide some local armed forces.
He even flirted with the national army.
They used all kinds of sinister tricks to target the Eighth Route Army, which had been holding high the anti-Japanese banner and would not compromise.
Since there are too many people and the Japanese are more ruthless, let's kill some of them.
The fastest way to kill someone is, of course, war.
Therefore, first secretly release the genocidal Tiger La virus in areas where the Eighth Route Army is active.
For fear of the influence, the Japanese did not dare to disclose these insidious tricks that would wipe out their descendants.
A plague has just been announced to the outside world, but most Chinese people don’t understand it at all.
Then let the Chinese deal with the Chinese.
Pang Bingxun's troops, who had recently surrendered, were likely to rebel on the battlefield, and the Japanese, who were short of troops, had no choice but to send only symbolic advisers. To control the puppet troops, the Wang puppet government in Nanjing sent a team to supervise the troops.
In order to control the hundreds of thousands of puppet troops under their rule, the Japanese used simple and crude methods.
The first is to firmly control the major counties and cities, and the second is to control the logistical supplies of the puppet army!
If the puppet troops dare to disobey, they will be directly surrounded and suppressed by the troops stationed in each county.
Each team is only provided with food for one day. If they dare to disobey and cannot get food on the plains, they will have no other choice but to starve to death.
With hundreds of thousands of troops pushing toward the north, the food supply was not a small sum.
The army has not moved, but the food and grass go first.
It is very knowledgeable to solve the problem of food, drink, diarrhea and logistical supplies for hundreds of thousands of people.
The puppet army launched a large-scale raid on the Weihe Plain, which was dozens of miles east of the Ping-Han Railway.
Unexpectedly, Tubal Road seized the key link that the Japanese were most worried about and destroyed the railway!
After the railway was blown up, supplying the puppet troops immediately became a problem.
They vigorously swept away the puppet troops pushing towards Beiping. After entering the borders of Qixian and Huaxian, they had to arrange for some people to transport food.
Slow down the pace of advancement.
In addition, the Eighth Route Army in the mountains moved out into the plains and seemed to be gathering on a large scale.
The Japanese who heard the news were overjoyed.
I hope I can accomplish my goal!
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Ruined village.
The location of the Nine Battalion Field Hospital.
The screams were endless.
Although there is no qualified doctor, it can indeed be called a field hospital.
Not because this is really a hospital, but because the camp is full of wounded soldiers, so it is considered a hospital for the time being.
The treatment method is simple and crude.
He Gensheng, wearing a white coat, was directing the nearby militiamen who came to help to stir lime water in a large vat.
Then boiling lime water was used to anoint the bodies of the soldiers.
A wounded man grabbed He Gensheng and said, "I can go to the battlefield. Please take off my bandage quickly."
"Lie down! Don't touch me." He Gensheng, who was wearing a mask, said with red eyes: "Your whole body looks like a skinny bag, what kind of battlefield are you going to do?"
Even if I am a skinny guy, I can still kill a kid with the gun in my hand.
He Gensheng stretched out three fingers and shook them one meter away from the wounded person: "How many is this?"
Uh, it's two, right?
Don't ask me, if you can see clearly, you can return to the team
Damn it, if I could see clearly, why would I lie here and listen to ghosts?
The courtyard was quiet for a moment.
A wounded man who had just been smeared with lime water groaned and cursed: "Who do you think is screaming?"
With a bitter expression on his face, He Gensheng told the militiamen nearby to wear masks and raised his voice: "Everyone, be quiet! This is a hospital!"
"There's not even a doctor, your place is a bullshit hospital."
He Gensheng took out a sharp scalpel and picked up the fallen bandage: "Shall I perform an operation on you?"
Thinking of the man who picked out bullets with his fingers and sawed bones with a saw, the wounded man's eyelids trembled: "You're cruel!"
He Gensheng did not give up. He turned to the two soldiers and shook his head: "His wound needs to be sutured."
"Oh, He Gensheng is so stupid of you for daring to take action, I." The wounded man was originally injured, and the wound was stained with poisonous gas. He was about to say harsh words when his arms were held down by his comrades. He immediately screamed and changed his words: "I was just bitten by a mosquito. , surnamed He, I'm warning you, don't come here, Doctor He, please be noble and let me go."
"Ah, He Gensheng, I curse you to give birth to a son without a butt or eyes."
He Gensheng replied calmly: "No, I'll install one for my son."
"Ouch, your surname is He, I'm not done with you anymore."
He Gensheng used a scalpel to quickly remove the festering flesh on both sides of the wound, and then poured alcohol.
"Ah" the wounded man was in so much pain that he wished he could faint.
The soldiers nearby didn't react much. One soldier who was about to go to the operating table curled his lips: "Isn't it just cutting a piece of meat? You will lose the face of Jiuying by yelling."
He Gensheng quickly sutured the wound, perhaps because practice makes perfect, and it took less than a minute to complete this minor operation.
He quickly tied the bandage with a beautiful bow and turned around: "Next."
In addition to disinfecting everyone with lime water, soldiers who have wounds must also remove the carrion from their wounds.
He Gensheng seems to be a machine that never stops.
The current Ninth Battalion should actually be called the Ziyi Regiment Guard Battalion, although the Ziyi Regiment has changed its owner.
There was an unreliable battalion commander, and his serial number was never changed.
When no outsiders are around, the soldiers still call themselves the Nine Battalions.
After being surgically bandaged, the seriously injured were left directly in the cellars of local people's homes to recuperate.
In Jiuying, there is no such thing as never abandoning or giving up.
In the life-and-death battle with the Japanese, after he died, he just drew a horizontal line under his name on the roster.
It seems that no one will remember their deeds during their lifetime.
In the Ninth Battalion, the soldiers followed the company commander's cruelty.
When a man dies, a bird looks up to the sky, and the 18th generation is a good man again. Well, this is what Luo Fugui said.
Luo Fugui was currently lying in the trenches on both sides of the green gauze tent to the north of the turret.
Holding a sorghum pole in his hand, he gnawed off a piece and chewed it.
To say that the one with the greatest emotional ups and downs was Luo Fugui.
In the independent regiment, he was able to wipe out a large area of machine guns and hit a full warehouse. He was third.
The brothers' troops from the south attacked again and took advantage before retreating.
It was said to be positional warfare, but in fact it was still guerrilla warfare.
However, the method is very different from before.
Looking at the turrets outside the green gauze tent in a daze, those cars were really good things.
This little devil parked his car on our property. If we don't charge him, it won't be over. Let him drive the car and go back naked.
The sound of artillery fire from the Japanese position fell silent again.
Only the Japanese machine gun team, who was unwilling to be tricked into killing their comrades, continued to shoot into the green gauze tent to the south.
The smoke has not completely cleared.
Dashi Xiong Erlang looked at the white fish-scale sky illuminated by the sun. The Eighth Route Army dared to launch a counterattack against the invincible Imperial Army. Was this an attempt to overturn the world?
(End of chapter)
