I used the Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) to fight the Japanese.

At dusk, in a grove of trees on the outskirts of Yudu, the newspaper editors, who had narrowly escaped death, huddled under a large tree by a campfire to spend the night. Exhausted from running all day, thirsty and hungry, none of them went to find food. Their faces were tense, and they remained silent, their sorrow palpable.

"Fellow journalists, for more than a year we have adhered to the beliefs and principles of journalists, taking it as our mission to expose the crimes of the Japanese invaders, to protect the purity of the news media from being tainted by the Japanese, and to give the people of the city the truth! We have done it!"

"To this end, we waged guerrilla warfare against the Japanese within the city, relocating the newspaper office multiple times, from the city center to the outermost suburbs. Living and working conditions became increasingly harsh, and the situation increasingly perilous. However, everyone worked tirelessly and braved dangers, conducting interviews right under the noses of the Japanese, investigating the dens of traitors, and risking their lives to edit one high-quality article after another! Exposing the crimes of the Japanese and traitors to the public! Letting the people of the city recognize the ugly faces of the Japanese and traitors! Fang Danian will always remember everyone's efforts! Every citizen of Yudu will always remember them!"

"You all did a great job!"

"Today, in this vast city of Yudu, there is no place for us to stay. Our printing equipment, precious documents, and the respectable Da Chunzi will all remain forever in that small courtyard!"

"I have to tell you all with a heavy heart that our newspaper is gone! Everyone, please disperse for now and go into hiding. If we can drive out the Tartars and rebuild the newspaper in the future, you will all be the most valiant warriors again!"

"This is the last bit of money the newspaper has left. Let's all divide it up and live our own lives..."

This was undoubtedly a difficult decision. After saying all this in one breath, Fang Danian was already in tears, sobbing uncontrollably! Every colleague from the newspaper present wept uncontrollably, their sobs blending into the cold evening breeze…

People who had been weeping all night emerged from their grief, shaking off their sorrow. They took two silver dollars from their dew-soaked bags, bowed to Fang Danian, and turned to leave.

Dreams may be shattered, but life must go on. In this age where everyone is at our mercy, who can remain unscathed?

"Where are you planning to go?" The long-haired girl asked from a distance, her voice a little hoarse.

The long-haired girl's name was Zhou Xingge, a reporter for a newspaper in Tianjin. The newspaper had disbanded long before the outbreak of the War of Resistance against Japan, and the young woman, working independently, collected news leads, wrote articles, and submitted them to various newspapers, upholding the spirit of a journalist in Tianjin. Because she was a classmate of Zhang Jingya, her articles were frequently published in the early *Yudu Morning Post*.

"I don't know either. My parents are still in Yudu. I'm afraid that going back will implicate them..." At this moment, Zhang Jingya felt like an abandoned child who couldn't go home and had nowhere to go in the world!

"..." Zhou Xingge had also experienced this situation before, or rather, she was experiencing it right now, with every step being incredibly difficult deep in enemy-occupied territory!

“Why don’t we go here? Didn’t this kind-hearted person say there’s a village? Let’s go there and stay temporarily. If it’s really like he said, it would be good to stay and fight the Japanese with them!” Zhou Xingge suddenly pulled out an envelope from his bag and said.

"Huh?...Really?! That person was obviously just talking, why did you take it seriously? Is it reliable?" Zhang Jingya asked, surprised and very doubtful.

"It's definitely reliable! Think about it, who would lie in a love letter? It would be so embarrassing to be exposed! Besides, wasn't the information about that base provided by them? Maybe they were the ones who fought that battle!" Zhou Xingge analyzed.

"Besides, we can become war correspondents there! Witnessing victory after victory with our own eyes would be amazing!"

"Them? They'd be lucky to even be able to fight a guerrilla war! You think they're a regular army? Besides, the newspaper's gone, where are you going to submit your articles?" Zhang Jingya still couldn't believe that these two enthusiastic folks really thought of her as a hero fighting the Japanese. She'd be lucky if she didn't wet herself in fear when she saw the Japanese!

“Fighting guerrilla warfare is good too! Leading everyone in Yudu City to fight guerrilla warfare is also an anti-Japanese hero! I can’t say for sure about this one, but I’ve dealt with the other one on the train, and he seems pretty reliable! Let’s go check him out. If he’s not suitable, we’ll leave. What can they do to detain us?” Mancang saw through Zhou Xingge’s act of pretending to sprain his ankle on the train, which made her feel that he was very trustworthy!

"Well... okay then! I'll go take a look. If it's not suitable, I definitely won't stay." Zhang Jingya was persuaded by her best friend. Anyway, she had nowhere else to go, so going to check it out was a good idea!

Having made up their minds, the two headed towards the main road, flagged down a passing carriage, and made their way to the ancient county of Guya. Years later, when they recalled this bold decision, both of them smiled knowingly…

That very morning, a piece of news shook the entire land of China: the Battle of Seoul had broken out! This was a battle that turned the tide of the entire War of Resistance against Japan, and from then on, the war entered a phase of mutual repulsion, laying a solid foundation for winning the entire war!

In the evening, Nagano Yokoo received a call from Yamazaki Daiken, who gave him a very important task.

"Nagano-kun, from today onwards, you will put aside all other matters and concentrate on ensuring the supply of materials to the front! As the rear base for this battle, your location is the most convenient and efficient place to allocate supplies! This battle will certainly not be short. The Chinese have amassed a large number of troops on both sides of the Yangtze River in an attempt to block the southward advance of our Imperial Japanese Army. Your supply here is of great significance to this battle! Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir! Understood!"

"First and foremost, it's about food! The wheat is ripe, so you need to quickly gather 100,000 jin of flour and transport it to the front lines to ensure the soldiers have enough to eat!"

"Yes, sir! I will immediately gather wheat and grind it into flour to ensure a sufficient supply of flour for the soldiers at the front!"

"Okay, that's good! A batch of weapons will arrive in Jade Capital in a while. You'll be responsible for delivering them to the battlefield! There can't be any mistakes along the way, understand?"

"Yes, sir! Understood!"

"So be it!"

After hanging up the phone, Nagano Yoko was filled with excitement. His area of ​​jurisdiction had been plagued by incidents lately—an iron mine riot, a base explosion, a gold mining team being hijacked—leaving him, as a lieutenant colonel, in a very passive position! Colonel Yamazaki still trusted him and entrusted him with important responsibilities; this time, he had to seize the opportunity and handle things flawlessly!

100,000 jin (50,000 kg) of flour is no small amount; several safe places must be found to grind it. China's production methods are underdeveloped; even now, flour is still ground using millstones. Grinding 100,000 jin of flour is a massive undertaking!

Staring at the map of Yudu in front of him, he finally set his sights on setting up mills in four strongholds: Yuguan, Mafang, Sanliqiao, and Jiazhuang, and strived to complete the preparation of 100,000 catties of flour in a short period of time!