Bright Sword: An eight-year-old boy led a group to fight the Japanese invaders

"I'm afraid it's more than that. Don't forget that the summer harvest is about to begin. The Japanese will organize raids at this time every year in order to grab more food.

Wang Ye may have done this to make the Japanese more fearful and afraid to go too far. "

The chief of staff's words made everyone in the command center nod their heads.

The boss picked up the telegram in his hand and said, "You missed a point. Wang Ye has already submitted the battle plan for the next independent brigade.

I think Wang Ye's intention is that the target of the independent brigade is the 20th Division of the Japanese in Pingxian County.

Now that his plaintext telegram has been sent, the Japanese can no longer turn a blind eye and must respond.

In this way, the Japanese only have to send the 20th Division to suppress the independent battalion, which will reduce the pressure on other troops in northern Shanxi.

During the summer harvest, the people will receive more food!"

Everyone in the command center was shocked by Wang Ye's plan. The independent brigade only had more than 5000 people.

He dared to target the Japanese division, and a Type A division at that.

The division commander advised, "Boss, the independent battalion is strong, but the 20th Division of the Japanese is also very powerful. Should we ask them to be more careful?

What will Wang Ye do if the independent brigade suffers heavy losses? "

The boss was certainly aware of the commander's concerns. Many leaders were already dissatisfied with Wang Ye's age in taking on leadership positions.

If something goes wrong, won't this give people something to blame?

"Report, Anti-Japanese University student Zhao Gang is here to report!"

Just then a young man in military uniform walked into the command center.

The boss pointed at Zhao Gang and said, "Did you see that? The person who can persuade Wang Ye is here!"

Zhao Gang was confused by the leader of the headquarters and asked shyly, "Leader, is there something wrong with me?"

"No, you are doing fine. Comrade Zhao Gang, do you have any plans for where you will go?"

The boss looked at Zhao Gang with a smile and asked.

"Boss, I will follow the organization's arrangements!" Zhao Gang never thought that his job was arranged by the headquarters. The salary was quite high.

"Comrade Zhao Gang, do you know the brother and sister Wang Ye and Wang Su?"

Zhao Gang nodded and said, "I know them. When I was leading patriotic students from Yanjing to northern Shaanxi, we passed by Dawangzhuang. The brother and sister gave us a lot of help.

Their parents were not around, and I wanted to take them to Yanzhou, but they didn't want to. Why did the boss ask this?"

The chief of staff handed over the telegram and said, "Look, these are the Wang Ye brothers and sisters you knew back then. They are now the captain and deputy captain of the Jinbei Independent Battalion.

They have nominated you to be the political commissar, and we want to know your opinion!"

Zhao Gang was stunned. He had not been studying at the Yanzhou Anti-Japanese Military and Political University for long. How could the brother and sister do such a big thing? How old were they?

The boss said, "Comrade Zhao Gang, you don't have to doubt it. This is absolutely true. Are you willing to go over?"

"I am willing!" Zhao Gang thought of the Jinbei Independent Battalion and thought that it was a local guerrilla unit, and the situation must be very difficult.

But there was nothing that he couldn't do in revolutionary work, and the Wang Ye brothers and sisters had a good impression of him.

"That's good!" the general said happily, "When you arrive in Pingyang, you must remember that Wang Ye will be in charge of military command, and you will be in charge of the soldiers' thoughts and logistics.

More importantly, you must send a copy of any combat plan of the independent brigade to the headquarters intact!"

"I understand!" Zhao Gang was a little confused. He didn't understand what these words meant!

The boss didn't say much and asked Zhao Gang to take all the political workers sent by the headquarters and the 129th Division to Pingyang.

The boss looked at the people going away and said with emotion, "Wang Ye is a great guy. Look at your current office supplies.

Look at the map, radio, and generator, all of which are good things that money cannot buy, not to mention the bullet production line in the arsenal.

This young comrade has been a great help to us!"

When the Eighth Route Army assigned a political commissar to the Shanxi-Northern Independent Battalion, the people in the Nationalist government's attendant room were cursing.

Qian Chenjun, director of the First Division of the Attendant's Office, came to the Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters and found Dai Chunfeng, "Director Dai, you are very busy all day! The Military Intelligence Bureau actually knew nothing about such an important matter!"

Dai Chunfeng looked at the telegram that Qian Chenjun had thrown on his desk, and his heart tightened. He hurriedly explained,

"Director Qian, this is a mistake made by our Military Control Commission. Please say a few good words to the higher-ups!"

Dai Chunfeng didn't care about Qian Chenjun's anger, because Qian Chenjun was the director of the Military Intelligence Bureau and Dai Chunfeng was only the deputy director. In some ways, the two had common interests.

Qian Chenjun sneered, "Boss Dai, the Military Control Commission is your little piece of land, and I, Qian Chenjun, have never set foot here. Now that the Military Control Commission has gotten into such a big mess, you've remembered me?

It's too late. As mentioned above, you must give an explanation for this matter. The Eighth Route Army's troops were able to completely wipe out the Japanese Third Brigade. This shows how fast their strength has developed.

As for the Military Control Commission, they didn’t receive any news at all!”

Dai Chunfeng felt a little aggrieved. The affairs of the Eighth Route Army were usually handled by the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, and his main concern now was the movements of the Japanese devils.

Dai Chunfeng took out ten large yellow croakers without saying anything, "Director Qian, our Military Control Commission has failed in this matter. Please help us!"

Qian Chenjun didn't need this little money, but Dai Chunfeng's attitude was very good, so he could only sigh helplessly.

"Old Dai, the higher-ups are very dissatisfied with your work in Shanxi Province. An entire brigade of the Japanese was wiped out, but we have no news at all.

Who destroyed the Third Brigade? How many troops did they have? What were their weapons and equipment? Who led them? We are in a passive position! "

"Don't worry, Director Qian. I will arrange for someone to investigate immediately. And the telegram says that the Eighth Route Army's Shanxi-Northern Independent Battalion,

Although it sounds like a lie, you can ask the Eighth Route Army directly. They wouldn't dare to joke about such things!"

Qian Chenjun packed up the big yellow croaker, walked to the door and turned around and said, "Old Dai, although we have sent a letter to inquire, you still have to investigate!"

The National Government was stunned after receiving the reply from the Eighth Route Army. The independent battalion was a local armed force with relatively young members. It had now occupied six counties in northwestern Shanxi.

What a mess this is, is this really not a scam?

The palace was filled with curses and insults for a long time. Finally, the government sent a letter to the Eighth Route Army.

Wang Ye was promoted to Major General and Brigade Commander, Wang Su was promoted to Colonel and Deputy Brigade Commander, and other military leaders were promoted according to the government regulations.

Didn’t you, the Eighth Route Army, say that they were the ones who fought the war and they are all relatively young? Well, I will raise their military ranks high and see who will be embarrassed!

In addition, the flags of the three regiments under the Third Brigade were all handed over to the National Government. These were very good propaganda trophies. The Japanese would surely vomit blood when they saw the regiment flags.