War of Resistance: Glory of the Beasts

Chapter 407 1937 (Thanks to 'G Dream' for the 1000 reward!)
"Chaoyang, the car is coming down."

Yang Jingyu finished the task in just two days.

Xu Chaoyang looked up in surprise in the office and asked, "So fast?"

"How can it not be fast? This time, not only the people from the Railway Bureau are involved, but our people are also involved!"

"Our people?" Xu Chaoyang was originally counting the treasury of their 217th Regiment, estimating how many bullets he could take out by the time of the July Incident. As he spoke, he put down his pen and closed his notebook, looked at Yang Jingyu and asked, "From whom?"

At this time, Yang Jingyu didn't say to him: "Ah, some comrades from our Municipal Party Committee." After speaking, he covered his face with the water, then turned his back and stood next to the map hanging on the wall, pretending to look at the map and leaving his back to Xu Chaoyang.

"Chaoyang, how much food should we bring back to our hometown this time?"

Even changed the subject.

Xu Chaoyang's heart was like a mirror, smiling at his back. Isn't it the Northern Bureau? Isn't it the head? It's okay for Xu Chaoyang of this era not to know, but how could he not know? It's all written in the history books. Who established the Northern Bureau is clearly written!
"One carload."

"How many?"

Yang Jingyu turned around and looked at Xu Chaoyang: "How much food can be loaded into a car?"

Xu Chaoyang explained: "Don't worry, let's use this carload of food to explore the way and notify the people back home to quickly build this line. Right now, we still have enough time and can afford the loss. What if something happens on the way to my hometown? It's just a carload of food that's gone."

"Next time, we will transport not only food but also people."

"Who?"

Yang Jingyu asked with his eyes wide open.

"Who else could it be?" Xu Chaoyang responded, "Family members!"

"We have been in Dagu for four years. Some of the soldiers in the 217th Regiment have children who are already two or three years old. So why do we all stay in Dagu?"

Yang Jingyu still didn't understand: "Chaoyang, the situation is indeed tense right now, but it's not to the point where we have to evacuate, right? Why do we have to rush everyone back to their hometowns?"

At the beginning of 1937, the situation became increasingly tense, but in the eyes of ordinary people in the Pingjin area, hadn't life always been like this?

The Boxer Rebellion, the Eight-Power Allied Forces, the withdrawal of Empress Dowager Cixi, the destruction of the Old Summer Palace, and the subsequent Zhili-Fengtian War, the continuation of the Zhili-Fengtian War, and the entry of the Northeast Army into the Central Plains, haven't we always lived in a state of panic? Now if you talk to the people in the Pingjin area about the "situation", they will not be happy to listen. If you ask them how to make noodles with soybean paste, they can talk to you for half an hour.

People have become tougher.

With Yang Jingyu's current level, he naturally couldn't see the whole world from the perspective of the Northern Bureau. Of course, he was confused when he saw Xu Chaoyang's layout.

"Chaoyang, what's wrong with you now? Why are you completely different from when you were in Inner Mongolia and Chahar?"

Can that be the same?

What did they use in Inner Mongolia? They used Liao 13-type rifles, and were chased by the Japanese Type artillery. They had to rush towards the shells to survive. If they hadn't risked their lives back then, Xu Chaoyang wouldn't have such a deep understanding of the equipment now.

People can only grow after going through hardships, and Xu Chaoyang is the same.

"Don't ask any more questions. Just listen to me and make the arrangements as I please."

"Also, make a set of military uniforms and a set of suitable clothes for the little bastards in our regiment and send them off together."

Yang Jingyu was thinking: "How many people do we have to send off this time?"

"Send it in several batches, with a few people and some food each time."

Yang Jingyu seemed to understand: "Chaoyang, why are you still playing tricks on the people in my hometown? Do you think that if we don't give them food, they won't take our people?"

"I didn't." Xu Chaoyang didn't dare to admit it. He was used to the dirty life in the government office. How could he dare to reveal the slightest filth and make others feel disgusted?

“Isn’t this for safety reasons?”

When saying this, Xu Chaoyang also turned his head away, fearing that Yang Jingyu would see clues on his face.

But is it still worth looking at?

How long have they been together?
"What about your Yuan Fuzhen?"

Otherwise, he had to be said to be an old comrade-in-arms. He pointed out things that Xu Chaoyang didn't say.

"She went back to Peking. She left yesterday. You don't have to worry about her. She...may not be able to adapt to the Northwest. I asked her to go back and discuss it with Deputy Director Li."

Xu Chaoyang then turned around and said, "No matter what, the people at the top have a better life than the common people below... Just now, he called me and asked me that Deputy Director Li proposed to take our entire group to Jinling..."

Yang Jingyu interrupted, "He's leading you guys, right? He has soldiers from this regiment under his command, so he can speak more confidently."

"What do you care about that?" People say that if there is only one person from Northeast China in the crowd, it won't be long before the accents of the people around you are picked up by them, making you feel like you are in the Northeast. But in reality, how many people who have left their hometowns have slowly begun to adapt to the local customs in order to make a living in other places?

Xu Chaoyang's accent has changed now, and it is beginning to lean more towards Mandarin. He has almost forgotten the Mongolian he once learned. Apart from his home far away in the Northeast and the unique coldness of the Northeast in winter... there is still frost in his heart.

"Go do it."

Xu Chaoyang said this in a daze. Like all children living away from home, he always indulges in homesickness when he feels homesick, but quickly pulls himself away when the complexity of work arises.

Everyone has to live, no one is exempt.

On February 1937, 2, it was the Spring Festival. After the Dagu Factory had taken proper protective measures, Xu Chaoyang booked the entire Dagu fireworks and firecrackers to set them off by the water.

Four years have passed. They have been in Dagu for four years. Every year, they have burned bamboo outside the wall of Dagu Shipyard to create a good atmosphere. They have never let their subordinates have fun, for fear of causing an explosion. But this time, Xu Chaoyang did not continue to do so. Their Dagu Shipyard stopped production again on the eve of the Spring Festival. As carloads of food and soldiers' families were transported away by train, he personally spent money to find some fun for his subordinates.

On that day, you can't imagine what these bastards did. One bastard used the iron sheets from the factory to weld a set of armor with completely unqualified welds and was standing by the water showing off his power, while another brat was holding fireworks and shooting them at him!
Boo! Boo!
Sparks flew from the beating!

Xu Chaoyang frightened them, fearing that he might hurt someone; but these guys made them so happy that both those who were being teased and those who were teasing were laughing so hard that no one made a sound.

That was a complete blast.

"Xiao Duan, come and set off some firecrackers." The second sister walked to Duan Jingwen with firecrackers, leaving footprints along the water's edge.

Duan Jingwen looked back and said, "You guys in the Northeast call this a cannon? Isn't this a Ma Leizi?"

The second sister took a look, reached out and picked up the firecracker, lit it with an ash lighter, and threw it directly into the water - bang!

There was a loud explosion and a splash of water. She stood beside the splash and said, "Isn't it just a cannon?"

"How about playing this?"

"That's a firecracker! Grandma, you can't hold it with your hands!"

tom!
Damn!
Under the dark night sky, a bright flash exploded in the air, followed by a puff of blue smoke rising up. The image of Duan Jingwen anxiously getting up and stretching out his hand to knock the firecrackers away from his second sister looked so vivid.

"Old Yang, after this year, you should find one too."

The noodle board of the 217th Regiment has been placed by the water, and a large pot has been set up by the water. All of them are cooking dumplings here today. Although it's a bit cold, it's a rare sight to see these people happy.

"Let me say it again. We in the 217th Regiment have a lot of things to do..."

"What a load of bullshit! No matter how many things there are to do, I don't see anyone delaying getting on the bed with his wife at night."

Yang Jingyu listened to Xu Chaoyang's chatter and smiled: "You are used to being a hands-off boss. Isn't it me who is busy sending money to the families of those guys who sacrificed their lives in our group during the holidays?"

"Also, you probably haven't even heard about Lu Haiquan's meritorious service and receiving an award, right?"

"What else have you been in charge of besides fighting in our regiment?"

Xu Chaoyang was speechless and could only argue for a while. He made dumplings with dough in one hand and stuffing in the other and said, "Is it not okay for me to take care of you?"

"Okay, then when the war is over, I'll live with you."

"Forget it, if you can't hold it in any longer in the second half of the night, you'll have to work for me..."

Hahahahahahaha...

Yu Minghao is having fun next to them.

Today, all the officers made dumplings together, while the soldiers just played and ate. This was the last relaxation for the 217th Regiment before the war.

"Hurry up, or the stuffing will be frozen."

"This is Tianjin, where the winter is not cold. If this were in the Northeast, you would be frozen, not to mention the dumpling fillings!"

"Let's go make dumplings. Why are you talking so much?"

"You bastards, it's time to eat!"

"Hello, la la la la la la..."

"You're feeding the pigs!"

　Thanks to 'G梦行' for the 1000 reward. Thanks to my old friend. It’s great to have you. You followed the last book from beginning to end. I love you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)