Feng Zhanhai and Yan Mingzhi almost at the same time concluded that after analyzing the current situation, Zhuang Jihua would put forward conditions to allow them to participate in that very dangerous plan. Although he once said that he could participate voluntarily, Zhuang Jihua once again disappointed them.

"…., in order to support the Great Wall front, we must strike the Japanese army's logistics supply line, so the military branch decided to form several teams to attack behind enemy lines," Zhuang Jihua finally said: "I declare that I will participate voluntarily has nothing to do with whether to reorganize or pay military salaries."

But who believes this? Yes, no one believes it. There was a long silence in the venue. The room was so quiet that a needle could be heard. Everyone was silent. If it was just an ordinary military operation, it would be fine to beat the side drums. But this was to go deep into the enemy's back. They had personal experiences of the Japanese army. If they were not careful, they would probably have the whole army to complete their ink.

"What do I say? No wonder the men above think of us, it turns out that they are killing us!"

Zhuang Jihua saw that the person who was talking was a sweeping tiger. He was a standard Northeastern man with a beard on his face and a Japanese commander knife hung on his armed arm, which looked very rough and bold.

"The boss Hu is wrong," Zhuang Jihua said calmly: "I said that this is voluntary participation and has nothing to do with anything else. Even if you don't participate, the central government will recruit your troops and pay military salaries."

After saying that, Zhuang Jihua glanced at the audience and explained patiently: "The Military Branch knew that this task was very dangerous. If you don't pay attention, no one who went there would come back. We once wanted to give up this action, but let the Japanese army attack the passes of the Great Wall and use the superior firepower of the Japanese army. We may not be able to defend for long. Only by attacking the weak logistics line of the Japanese army can we stabilize the front line on the Great Wall and prevent the people in the pass from the Japanese army from the devastation."

"What if we don't go?" Lao Beifeng looked at Zhuang Jihua coldly and said.

Zhuang Jihua looked at him calm for a moment and said calmly: "Then I'll go."

"Then I'll go." These words immediately shocked everyone present. They did not expect that this seemingly gentle and gentle person was so determined and so determined.

"The Japanese transportation line must be hit, the mission must be completed, and if everyone is unwilling to go, then I have no choice." Zhuang Jihua's tone was very calm, but he was very anxious. The Japanese army had been resting on the Great Wall front for a long time, and according to the principle, all the supplements were almost done. The attack was about to be launched. The guerrilla counterpart behind enemy lines should set off immediately and could not delay any further.

"But I only have thirty-two people, and this is not enough, so I hope all the leaders can help me. I will help me recruit volunteers in your army. I believe that it is still possible to find a thousand men willing to die among these 70,000 to 80,000 people."

"Ma Labazi, look at your bears. Don't look at the Japanese who are making fun of each other. How big is the Rehe River to Liaoning? How many Japanese can they have? General Zhuang's eyes are like a torch, and he can see at a glance the Japanese who are most afraid of," Little White Dragon Fan Chunshen stood up cursingly: "I don't care about them. I'll go!"

"Okay! General Fan is right. The Japanese army's troops are mainly concentrated on the front line of the Great Wall. There is actually not much troops in the rear, and it is not necessary for you to conquer the city and territories. As long as you look at their transport convoys and attack their transport convoys, they have to draw troops from the front line!"

"But I have a request, please agree to General Zhuang." Fan Chunshen said in a serious tone.

"Please speak." Zhuang Jihua replied.

"I can only bring more than 600 brothers, and about half of the remaining brothers will be properly taken care of by the general." Fan Chunshen said and clasped his fists at Zhuang Jihua.

"Please rest assured that I will take them here to wait for you back; if you can't come back, I will take them to Sichuan. As long as I, Zhuang Wenge, have a sip. I will never let my brothers drink the dilute ones." Zhuang Jihua said sincerely. Fan Chunshen did not answer when he saw this. He turned around and sat back to his seat.

"Is there any?" Zhuang Jihua asked looking at the people in the hall.

"Please think of me, Brother Fan has too few people. Besides, my old bones are dead for the country." Deng Wen, who had been smoking silently, took off the cigarette pole and knocked it on the sole of his shoes and said carelessly, as if he was talking about a completely irrelevant thing.

As soon as Deng Wen opened his mouth, the atmosphere in the room began to change and became more solemn. The wind blowing from the north swept the loess all over the sky, swelling against the window paper. The flags of the volunteers in the courtyard also fluttered high. The horses tied to the yard seemed to feel a little uneasy. They were collectively commotion and neighed. Several soldiers hurried up to try to comfort them.

Huang Shouzhong, who was rescued by Yuanrehe, said lightly: "Since my brother is going, he is me. We are familiar with Rehe."

"Ma Labazi, I've got a big scar on my head, I've got it done." A gust of wind kicked one leg on the chair, looked at the yard with a squint eyes, and said in a muffled voice.

Then there is the old north wind, then the waves in the snow...

Zhuang Jihua breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He felt sincerely relieved. Those who looked dressed in rags and were full of swearing words might have done many wrong things, but never lost a single thing--be a strong man, a Chinese who dared to resist; they were covered in blood and rushed out of the enemy group, and now they were going to kill in again. Even if they paid the price of blood, they were so calm and so calm. He felt that he was not wrong to come back. There was always a force, unyielding force, and a force to fight.

"Since that's the case, I'm also considered one." Feng Zhanhai stood up in Yan Mingzhi's somewhat surprised eyes and said.

"You can't go." Zhuang Jihua's reply surprised Feng Zhanhai.

"Commander Feng doesn't let you go because there are other tasks, which are equally important." Zhuang Jihua said solemnly to Feng Zhanhai, and then he turned to everyone and said, "Although you are dangerous, you are not going to fight with the Japanese army, but to adopt a new tactic," Zhuang Jihua suddenly laughed at this point, which made everyone a little puzzled: "Actually, you should be familiar with this tactic. When you are still in the Green Forest, what will happen if you encounter a powerful government army to clean up?"

"Then you need to say, go into the forest!" The sweeper laughed and said, "In the 12th year of the Republic of China, General Zhang sent troops to suppress us. I made a cat into the forest. He had no choice but to stare blankly and get out of here."

"It's right," Zhuang Jihua said after smiling: "We will develop this kind of forest drilling tactic. If the enemy is the most powerful, we will fight, and if the enemy is the few; we will never fight hard, we will only take advantage of it.

Let me give you an example. For example, if the Japanese army came over twenty cars and escorted 100 soldiers, and I had 1,000 people, then they could ambush them. If they could be wiped out, they would be wiped out. If they could not be wiped out, they would be blown up. This is also a victory. On the contrary, if there are 800 enemies and we still have only 1,000 people, and if we fight again, we will suffer losses, so let them go.

Similarly, if there are not many defenders in the enemy, we will fight. If there are too many enemies, we will not fight and bypass them.

Zhuang Jihua's words made the leaders very excited. "***, isn't this the same as when we beat a slap and a broken kiln, we can make a soft kiln, not a hard kiln."

"Yes, that's the reason," Zhuang Jihua immediately interfered: "But everyone must remember that you should never rob the people. The way to not fight against the Japanese army is to make the Japanese army unable to find you. But if you rob the people, the people may inform the Japanese army and reveal your traces. In addition, the troops must be capable, at most, not more than 3,000 people, with few people, small goals, too many people, and too big goals..."

What else did Zhuang Jihua say, but Deng Wen interrupted him without hesitation: "Brother, you can rest assured. When we did this, you might still be studying in school."

After saying that, he laughed loudly, Huang Shouzhong and others also laughed loudly. After thinking about it, Zhuang Jihua was also a little funny and smiled bitterly and said, "That's right, you can be my masters in this kind of tactic."

"But General Zhuang, there is something I must say," Huang Shouzhong stood up from his chair and walked to the center of the house: "The central government must replenish us ammunition. We are now extremely short of ammunition, and each person only has a few bullets. If we do not replenish ammunition, we cannot fight this battle."

Zhuang Jihua nodded and said, "Please draw up a order. I'll send it to Peking now." Speaking of this, he looked at Huang Shouzhong in embarrassment and said, "I'm not hiding it from everyone. The ammunition in Peking is also very nervous. I guess I can only replenish some of it. I'm afraid it will be difficult to replenish all of it. It must be transported from Wuhan or Nanjing, which will delay time." He calmed down and had an idea in his mind. He turned to Feng Zhanhai and said, "Commander Feng, if the Peking side cannot replenish all of it, can you even out some of the ammunition from your headquarters? Your ammunition is my responsibility to allocate from Nanjing, or buy it from Yan Xishan."

Feng Zhanhai thought about it and said, "Let's send a telegram first to ask Peiping." Zhuang Jihua immediately generated electricity from Beiping and asked for ammunition supply. Soon Peiping called back and agreed to his request, but as Zhuang Jihua expected, he only agreed to half of it.

All things were done, and Feng Zhanhai certainly could not refuse. He immediately agreed to allocate most of the ammunition accumulated by the troops to hand it over to the attacking troops. This little episode once again made Zhuang Jihua feel that it was necessary to develop the military industry as soon as possible, otherwise he would be defeated if he didn't fight.

"Wow!" A long shout came from the wind and sand. Several horses stopped in the yard. Behind the horse were several big carts. Wu Ziniu walked up the steps quickly and shouted loudly at the door of the house: "Report!"

"Come in," Wu Ziniu asked as soon as he entered the village, Jihua, "Are you all pulled me?"

"Here, but," Wu Ziniu said hesitantly: "I have exchanged the US dollar for oceans."

Zhuang Jihua was stunned for a moment, walked to him, and patted his shoulder hard: "I learned to use my brain, okay! It's worthy of praise."

Lu Ruishan commanded the soldiers to carry seven or eight large boxes into the house, and then opened them all, and the white silver dollars emitted a dazzling light in the dim sunlight.
Chapter completed!