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 only one or two Japanese could be stored in a village...

It is too difficult for a Japanese to deal with more than 200 ordinary people. In order to clear the public security of North China, Japanese had to reuse various imperial troops.

Give money and guns a group of ecclesiastical armed forces with unstable positions.

We have selected some landlords and gentry armed forces who have a great family, a great cause, and a great homeland that cannot be separated.

Promising the benefits is made even to divide the local armed forces with autonomy.

Even reciprocating with the Kuomintang army.

He used all kinds of shameless tricks to target all the spearheads at the Eighth Route Army, which had always held high the banner of anti-Japanese war, and was never compromised.

Since there are too many ordinary people and the Japanese are more ruthless, let's kill some.

The fastest way to die is of course war.

Therefore, first, secretly launch the genocide-extinguishing Hulidai virus on the active areas of the Eighth Route Army...

In order to avoid the influence, the Japanese did not dare to publicly make these secret tricks of losing their children and grandchildren...

I just claimed that there was a plague, but anyway... most Chinese people don't understand...

Then let the Chinese deal with the Chinese.

Pang Bingxun's troops, who had shortly surrendered, were likely to rebel on the battlefield, and the Japanese who were short of troops had no choice but to send consultants symbolically, and to control the puppet army, the Nanjing Wang Puppet Government sent a supervising team.

In order to control the hundreds of thousands of puppet troops under their rule, the Japanese used simple and crude techniques.

First, we must firmly grasp the major counties and towns, and second, we must control the logistics supply of the puppet army!

If the puppet army dares to violate the situation, they will directly encircle and suppress the troops stationed in each county.

Only provide food for each team for one day. If you dare to be disobedient and cannot get food on the plain, you will have no other way except to starve to death.

More than 100,000 troops were pushed to Beiping, and grain supplies were not a small amount.

Before the army moved, food and grass came first.

Solving the food, drinking, defecation and urination of more than 100,000 people...a logistics supply is very knowledgeable.

The puppet army launched a large-scale sweep of the Weihe Plain dozens of miles east of the Pinghan Railway.

The Tujiao Route Army was actually caught by the critical link that the Japanese were most worried about and destroyed the railway!

After the railway was blown up, the supply to the puppet army immediately became a problem.

The puppet troops pushing towards Beiping were swept up and entered Qi County. After Hua County, some people had to arrange for them to transport food.

Slow down the speed of advancement.

In addition, the Eighth Route Army in the mountains was dispatched to the plains in full swing, and seemed to be gathering on a large scale.

The Japanese who smelled the wind were ecstatic.

Hope to achieve success!

…

A ruined village.

The location of the Ninth Camp Battlefield Hospital.

Screams kept coming.

Although there is no qualified doctor, it is indeed a title of a field hospital.

It’s not because this is really a hospital, but because the wounded soldiers here are full of camps, so it’s just a hospital.

The treatment is simple and crude.

He Gensheng, wearing a white coat, was commanding nearby militiamen to stir lime water in the big jar.

Then use the hot lime water to apply the soldiers' bodies.

A wounded man grabbed He Gensheng: "I can go to the battlefield, so I will quickly remove my bandage..."

"Lying down! Don't touch me..." He Gensheng, wearing a mask, had red eyes: "Your whole body is similar to a scattered bag, where can you go to the battlefield..."

Even if I am a scattered bun, the gun in my hand can still kill the Japanese.

He Gensheng stretched out three fingers and shook them one meter away from the injured: "How many are this?"

Uh, is it two?

Don't ask me, if you can see clearly, you can return to the team...

Damn, if I could see clearly, would I still lie in your place and hear the ghost scream?

The yard was quiet for a moment.

A wounded man who had just been wiped with lime water moaned and scolded: "Who did you say you're calling me?"

He Gensheng had a bitter expression on his face, and he reminded the militia next to him to wear a mask and raise his voice: "Everyone is quiet! This is the hospital!"

"You don't even have a doctor, your place is a shitty hospital..."

He Gensheng took out a sharp scalpel and picked up the falling bandage: "I'll do a surgery for you?"

Thinking of the man who used a finger to pick the bullet and saw the bones with a saw, the injured person's eyelids trembled twice: "You are cruel!"

He Gensheng did not give up, turned around and waved his head to the two soldiers: "His wound needs to be sutured..."

"Oh, He Gensheng, you dare to do something, I..." The wounded was injured, and the wound was stained with poisonous gas. He was about to speak harshly, but his arms were pressed by his comrades. He immediately changed his words: "I was bitten by a mosquito. My surname is He. I warn you, don't come over...Doctor He, please give me up..."

"Ah... He Gensheng, I'll curse you that you have no fucks if you give birth to a son..."

He Gensheng answered lightly: "I don't have a fuck. I'll pretend to be one for my son..."

"Oh, my surname is He, I'm not going to be with you..."

He Gensheng used a scalpel to quickly remove the suppurative rot meat on both sides of the wound, and then poured alcohol...

"Ah..." The wounded were so painful that he wished he could faint...

The soldiers next to them did not react much. A soldier who was about to go to the operating table curled his lips: "Isn't it just cutting a piece of meat, shouting and yelling to lose face of Jiuying..."

He Gensheng quickly sutured the wound, perhaps because of the practice, and it took less than a minute to complete this minor operation.

He quickly bandaged a beautiful bow with a bandage... Turned: "Next..."

In addition to using lime water to disinfect everyone, the wounded warriors should also be removed from the rotten flesh...

He Gensheng seems to be a machine and has never stopped...

The current Ninth Battalion should actually be called the First Regiment Guard Battalion, although the First Regiment has changed its main position.

There is an unreliable battalion commander, and his number has not been changed back.

When there were no outsiders, the soldiers still called themselves the Ninth Camp.

After the serious injury was bandaged, he was left directly in the cellar of local people's homes to recuperate.

In the Ninth Camp, there is no saying that you will not abandon or give up.

In the battle with the Japanese in life and death, after the sacrifice, he only drew a horizontal line under the name on the roster.

It seems that no one will remember their deeds during their lifetime.

In the Ninth Battalion, the soldiers followed the coldness of the company commander.

A man died and a bird was facing the sky. After the eighteenth, he was a hero again...uh... this was said by Luo Fugui.

Luo Fugui was lying in the trenches on both sides of the green gauze tent on the north side of the artillery tower.

Holding a sorghum pole in his hand, he chewed it hard.

If you want to say that the one with the biggest ups and downs in emotions is Luo Fugui.

In the Independent Group, he could be counted as a result of the full warehouse...third.

The brothers in the south attacked again and withdrew.

It was said to be a positional war, but it was actually still a guerrilla war.

However, the method is very different from before.

Looking at the artillery tower outside the tent, I was dazed, those cars... It's really his grandma's good stuff.

The Japanese parked the car on our territory and didn't charge him the fee. He asked him to drive the car and go back naked...

The sound of cannons in the Japanese positions calmed down again.

Only the Japanese machine gun team, who was unwilling to be killed by his companion, was still shooting in the green gauze tent south.

The smoke of gunpowder has not completely dissipated.
Chapter completed!