Canteen System Assistance Notes

Go to support the guard team? Or defend on the spot?

Wang Tiechui tightened the butt of his gun and glanced around—oh my god, there are people everywhere, at least seventy or eighty of them! We're surrounded!

The surrounding red pines rustled, and it seemed as if nothing had happened, and no one was around. But in Wang Tiechui's eyes, the situation was already tense and ready to explode. The enemy hadn't appeared yet, but there were no gunshots coming from the guard post...so it couldn't be Japan...

Wang Tiechui's mind was racing, but Xu Rong, who was supposed to be under strict protection, suddenly dropped the Browning in his hand and shouted loudly: "Who are you from, the guy on the opposite side?"

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Silence, no answer.

Seeing no reaction from the other party, Xu Rong's guarded body relaxed. He added casually, "He's one of us. It doesn't matter if you don't believe me. But I know that when you turned the tables, the gray cotton balls were the tree tubes."

He slowly raised his hand: "The Anti-Japanese United Army never surrenders to the enemy! But for the sake of the revolutionary cause, I am happy to raise my hand to you."

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"Hey, this is really weird. Holy shit, this little nose of his is so clever. When did he learn to speak Northeastern dialect?"

Finally, a place that looked like a pile of fallen leaves rustled into movement, and a square-faced man emerged. He was wearing a tattered single-piece garment, with branches and leaves tied around his body. He was thin, but he held a box gun steadily.

Facing a pile of long and short weapons, he cautiously leaned against a pine tree that was as big as a man's arm and replied without showing any weakness: "Who are you? What are you doing here? If you have anything to say, put down your weapons and surrender first!"

No problem, we can go with you. But before we go, I'll show you something, and you'll know who we are." Xu Rong raised his hand and slowly reached behind him. "Don't worry, comrade, don't be nervous, and don't be surprised."

He slowly grabbed a corner of the cloth, gradually pulled it out and unfolded it, showing it to the square-faced soldier.

Just like that, under the red pine forest of the white mountains and black waters, among the mottled shadows of the trees cast by the sun, a long-lost red flag fluttered like a flame.

Chapter 233: Black Civet Cat (5) Artemisia Secret Camp

Shocked, blinking, frowning, seemingly unable to believe it, but the trembling hands of the square-faced comrade revealed his inner feelings.

After Xu Rong said, "We've been sent by the Party Central Committee to reestablish contact with you," he slowly stepped forward and picked up a stack of photos Xu Rong had placed between the two groups. Wrapped in an unknown transparent material, they contained group photos of 15 people with representatives of the Sixth Central Committee, as well as close-ups of several prominent central leaders... The photos were vivid and unmistakable. However, his long experience in struggle finally steadied his composure, and he slowly said, "I'm not going to lie."

"You guys stay here and don't move."

He waved his hand and retreated back into the woods. At the same time, a large number of trees and bushes rustled, and a large number of Anti-Japanese Allied Forces soldiers emerged. Some stood guard, armed with guns, maintaining a vigilant posture; while many younger people, unable to suppress their curiosity, stared wide-eyed at this group of comrades in strange clothing.

Wang Tiechui was speechless. Under his green physical training suit and fallen leaf-colored jacket was a strong body that had been well-maintained. His physical fitness was better than at any time since he could remember. The tendons on his arms were as solid as marble. Coupled with all kinds of equipment of different sizes, he looked like a peddler of colorful cloth with all kinds of odds and ends hanging around.

As for these Anti-Japanese United Army comrades in front of him, he vaguely saw his own shadow in them.

Their equipment was tattered, their nutrition was malnourished, and some of their wounds were incompletely healed. Their skinny bodies were shrouded in ill-fitting, tattered uniforms, as if they could be ripped clean out of their bamboo-thin bodies by the head. The only difference was that they had the clear eyes that he had never had in his time in the Jilin Province Self-Defense Force.

Time passed minute by minute. Although the two sides were still in a "standoff", the situation had improved significantly. They were no longer as tense as before, ready to kill each other at any moment. "Hey, brother, are you really from the Central Committee?"

Finally, someone couldn't contain their curiosity and came forward, but was grabbed by the collar by the person behind them: "Be careful! They might be small-nosed spies!" "If they were small-nosed spies, they would have been angry long ago! How can you be so friendly? I don't want to point my gun at my comrades!"

The two glared at each other and turned away without saying anything.

Wang Tiechui held his machine gun, watching the curious yet cautious children. In a non-combat situation, their instincts were uncontrollably unleashed, making the scene more interesting. However, they were all so young, too young to be carrying guns. Just how intense was the struggle here?

In the distance, several figures approached from the red pine forest, their shadows looming. Tiechui cast his gaze over there. They were several tall men, making a bit of noise as they approached. "Commander Yang, come... Ah, Commander, it's dangerous over there!"

"What a joke! We have over a hundred people, and we're afraid of a dozen of them? Let's go and take a look!"

A tall figure strode out of the woods. Under the setting sun, his brow and cheekbones were prominent, and his eye sockets were deep, but his vision was bright and sharp. He immediately spotted the small group still forming a circular formation, and then, looking past the iron hammer, fixed his gaze on Xu Rong behind him.

The man rubbed his eyes and paused, as if he were trying to shoot a bullet with his eyes, piercing some unbelievable barrier and confirming an incredible reality. His lips moved, as if he was using all his strength to say something that even he couldn't convince himself of:

"Zi Rong? Comrade Zi Rong?"

"It's me, Comrade Jisheng. It's me, Xu Rong." "What are you doing..."

"We're here." Xu Rong pointed to the sky. "Comrade, we're here."

The man who had arrived was Yang Jisheng, the highest commander of the First Army of the Anti-Japanese United Army. It was he, along with Xu Rong, who had led the peasant uprising in Anchang. Back then, with the support of the Clothing Association, tens of thousands of peasants had taken up arms, overthrown warlord rule, and welcomed the Northern Expedition of the National Revolutionary Army, establishing the first Soviet regime in Henan Province.

Twelve years have passed in a flash. The revolutionary situation of that time has long since faded, and the comrades of that time have long since died, dispersed, or been transferred to other affiliations. Later, Yang Jisheng left Henan Province and came to this land of white mountains and black waters to raise the red flag; while Xu Rong, according to the organization's arrangement, went to the city of 1949 to carry out underground work. The two comrades who once fought side by side never met again - if in another time and space, their farewell in 1928 would have been their eternal farewell.

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And now, amidst the rolling hills, besieged by Japanese and puppet troops, these two pairs of hands, separated by twelve years, met again. As a commander imbued with perseverance and courage, Yang Jisheng was a rugged and robust figure, yet also a caring and attentive soul. Beneath his tough exterior, he possessed a charismatic personality that could smell the roses. But now, he simply held Xu Rong's hand, Wang Tiechui's, and the other soldiers' hands tightly, shaking them vigorously, unable to utter a word.

Gurgle...

It wasn't until someone's stomach let out a rumbling protest that the touching scene of comrades reuniting suddenly took a sharp turn and turned into a hilarious farce. Hahahahaha!

"Who is this comrade? You're not satisfied with your food, so you come to ask for vegetarian food!" Yang Jisheng laughed heartily. He hadn't laughed so freely in a long time. "The world is big, but eating is the most important thing! Come on, comrades, I heard you haven't had lunch yet, right?"

Xu Rong nodded: "We just arrived here and we met our comrades. We are so happy that we don't even have time to eat!" "However, although we are guests today, it makes sense for guests to come without gifts--"

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In addition to carrying their own supplies and weapons, the infiltrating team squeezed out the last bit of the PBY's carrying capacity and brought hundreds of kilograms of extra supplies: the necessary radio, medicines for treating the wounded, tools for maintaining weapons, and of course, food to supplement nutrition.

Yang Jisheng personally led a few dozen men, and together with Xu Rong, they returned to the water plane's parking area, picked up Liu Helian and the remaining team members, helped unload the supplies still on the plane, and left a platoon to guard the plane. Afterwards, led by a soldier from the First Army, the entire team returned to the actual location of the secret camp nearby. It was only then that Wang Tiechui realized that the straight-line distance from the landing point was actually less than 5 kilometers. It was simply that he and his group had initially taken the wrong ditch. By simply changing the ditch, they could quickly reach the flat land hidden in the valley and find the true location of the secret camp.

In front of the simple wooden house, everyone helped, digging out a few smokeless stoves with the squad and cooking today's meal. Two meals a day was already a luxury for them. Even now, the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces soldiers, faced with the boxes of supplies that came as a timely help, carefully picked out a few, opened the cans and packages, and carefully shared the delicious food that was originally intended for one person among several people, sometimes a dozen people.

Wang Tiechui didn't say anything. He took out the energy bars and biscuits from his body and gave them to some children who were probably only in their teens, but they pushed them back.

On the roof of the wooden house that served as the command post, Brother Ouyang Qun nimbly climbed up the chimney and set up a Yagi antenna on it.

Chapter 234 Aurora Bird (⑴) It’s up to you

For an army in desperate situation, nothing is "written in advance" by the pen of fate.

If we follow the trajectory of history, the summer and autumn of 1939 would be considered their final revolutionary climax. Afterwards, the Kwantung Army, freed from Nomonhan, would mobilize an overwhelmingly superior force and, under the leadership of the rebels, continue to pursue this desperate unit. Until February 1941, the flames of this unit were finally extinguished.

But now, in the river of history that seemed irreversible, a thin fishing line was thrown into the seemingly unstoppable river surface. With the strong pulling of pairs of hands, a certain stream in the river was actually forcibly diverted in another direction.

The radio waves that make up this thin line are building a bridge from Jilin Province to Fushe through an 18-watt power bank, a "leather shoe" radio kit, and a foldable Yagi antenna. "Chief Xu, Commander Yang, the Central Committee has replied."

"So fast?"

"It happens so quickly. You'll get used to it."

Xu Rong took the note from the signalman, looked at it, and handed it to Yang Jisheng. Yang Jisheng stopped studying the radio and turned to read the reply on the note.

He had just compiled the details of the troops' situation and the meeting with the squadron into a brief message and sent it back. He'd expected such a long string of characters to be encrypted and translated before being typed out, but the message was transmitted in a flash. The central government's response was also very fast. Not long after, a telegram copied to the Far East Anti-Japanese United Army Office in the Soviet Union arrived back, headed directly by the joint signatures of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China and the Central Military Commission, with an unusually solemn tone.

"The central government is very pessimistic about the situation ahead. Zirong...how many times can you carry out such cross-border flights?"

"Not much. The fighting between the Soviets and Japan won't last long. The Central Committee estimates that the fighting will end by early September at the latest." Xu Rong pointed to a long line on the map. "By then, we likely won't be able to take off from the Soviet border regions. Instead, we'll have to fly from the border regions and base areas—which far exceeds the maximum range of aircraft. Carrying out such an infiltration will be extremely difficult."

"So, we need..."

Yang Jisheng looked into Xu Rong's eyes, biting the words in his mouth one by one, as if admitting a fact that he had known for a long time but did not want to say.

"Yes... no, but not really. It's not a retreat. The enemy is strong and we are weak, which is an objective reality. However, we cannot simply withdraw the entire Anti-Japanese United Army." Xu Rong returned to the map, taking in the dire situation. "The current central government's thinking is that we need to flexibly adjust the Anti-Japanese United Army's focus based on actual conditions. We need to maintain our presence in this area while preserving our own strength."

He pointed to the area of ​​Jidong on the map and said, "Now, several nearby military sub-districts have begun to send infiltration teams to the Northeast. However, they are only restoring their organizations.

It is not an armed struggle group, but mainly rebuilds the destroyed party organization.

system.

"We must adopt the style of underground work in the white areas, just as we did in Peking: Comrades can no longer fight in complete darkness, cut off from external communications. This is not only irresponsible to the lives of our comrades, but also to the cause of the revolution."

Xu Rong's words were rather harsh, but even without that, as the commander on the front lines, Yang Jisheng knew exactly what was happening. "What about the Third Army? We've lost contact with them."

"After the Third Route Army, we'll use seaplanes to conduct a further advance, also beginning with restoring contact. Their struggle is much better, and we can now gather forces and proactively approach the Sino-Soviet border. We'll maintain an Anti-Japanese United Army office in the border region, as well as a small infiltration unit—this will likely depend on the Soviets' wishes. However, the struggle in Northeast China cannot be entirely guided by Soviet thinking; after all, they are less familiar with the situation than we are."

"Ultimately, you have to rely on yourself for everything, and you have to be the main force in the revolutionary cause."

Yang Jisheng sighed and settled into his state. "Our forces are scattered across fifty or sixty secret camps. Right now, we have a relatively stable control of the core area—we'll need at least a week to relay orders and rally the troops. Of course, we also have to find a way to contact the remnants of the Second Route Army in Jingpo Lake and retrieve Old Wei, who we can still reach. Furthermore, we have to maintain our daily offensive against the Japanese to prevent them from noticing anything unusual. Finally, we have to factor in the time it takes to clean up any traces and complete the transfer..."

The tactical master began to plan and think on the map. Finally, he asked Xu Rong for confirmation: "Next, is evacuation by plane?"

"Yes, but there will definitely be more than this one. You asked Commissioner Liu to use that plane to transport people. How many people can it carry in one trip? It will take forever. The central government will find some larger planes."

Evacuation required meticulous planning, from organization and mobilization to the countless technical details. While Yang Jisheng and Xu Rong were discussing the specific procedures, Liu Helian was installing equipment by Haozi Lake.

The lighting equipment and solar panels brought from the cafeteria would power a string of LED lights, illuminating the landing channel at Haozi Lake. He and several soldiers paddled in a rubber boat and measured the water depth at various points in the river. The Songhua River was in its flood season, and the lake surface available for landing was approximately 300 meters wide and 2.3 kilometers long. The area available for mooring and dispatching seaplanes was also quite large, enough to operate five large water passenger planes.

The only problem is that the shore of Haozi Lake is deep and flat, which makes it difficult to board the plane. The Anti-Japanese United Army may need to build a small "dock". However, this should not be a problem.

Long before the operation began, when the central government approved his plan, Liu Helian had begun preparations. The struggling British companies, the British Overseas Air Lines (BOAC) and the Imperial Line, had several Empire-class seaplanes gathering dust. He selected several in better condition and purchased them at low prices before the British could requisition them. Afterward, they were flown to the West Coast of the United States for maintenance and renovation. This primarily involved stripping out the luxurious living rooms, kitchens, lounges, and even bedrooms, leaving only two rows of canvas seats crammed into the bulkheads.

This flying bus, stripped down to its shell and engine, gave rise to the large seaplane known as the "Short Sunderland" seaplane. After testing, it was determined that it could accommodate at least 86 Americans. If all went well, when the planes were ready, my eDonkey would become the pilot plane, leading the small formation of seaplanes along the previously established route into Artemisia Lake—capable of carrying at least 400 people at a time!

In this way, with just three flights, all the combat and non-combat personnel of the army, numbering over a thousand, can be taken away... Well, I have to keep it secret from those European and American pilots about the black technology in the piloting aircraft, which is named Empire and is actually the "Sunderland MK5 post-war passenger model" transformed from eMule.

Liu Helian pondered over every detail, big and small, while planning the flight with his co-pilot, Hu Zikun. This pilot from this time and space knew more about the various anomalies that plagued World War II aircraft than he did, and could offer more valuable suggestions. But before long, the phone on his waist began to vibrate.

"I'm taking a telegram. Wait a moment."

Hu Zikun had grown inured to the advanced technology on Commissioner Liu's persona; he took it in stride and walked away a few paces, so as not to disturb him from operating these bizarre "luminous dashboards." The message came from Staff Officer Zuo, who essentially served as Liu He's company's liaison.

"Xiao Liu and Liu Zhi, one bad news, one good news."

"Then I'll listen to the bad news first, so that I can still feel good after hearing the good news." Liu Helian typed a string of characters on his mobile phone.

"The bad news is, the original European and American adventurer pilots of the Imperial seaplane we rented were unwilling to fly this dangerous journey. They cited a series of problems: navigation, maintenance, risks, diplomatic issues... In short, even those adventurers you mentioned who dared to go anywhere have things they wouldn't dare do."

Ah... This, Liu Helian was stunned. Before he could digest this news and react, the second message from Staff Officer Zuo arrived.

"The good news is that we contacted the International Brigade, which had just arrived in the border area, about this situation. Several comrades there were previously crew members of the Soviet-made 'S-Bo'." "They said they would come to fly."

Chapter 235 Aurora Bird (⑵) Supreme Power

The "SB" crew in the International Brigade were basically not pilots.

As a high-speed bomber provided by the Soviet Union, its pilots were basically volunteers of the Soviet Air Force, such as Kholzunov, Proskurov and others. Now they have basically returned to the Soviet Union to serve again, and most of them have served as brigade commanders. It is basically impossible for them to come back to fly.

Among them, there were very few people who had actually flown bombers, and the remaining genuine pilots were a total of three, a Spaniard named Arias and a Frenchman named Ziegers, both of whom were fighter pilots with considerable achievements; the rest were basically machine gunners, bombardiers or navigators; the only one who flew over SBO was a Georgian named Andrei.

This man's full name was Andrei Gorvich Giniyunev. During their brief conversation, Liu Helian learned that he had participated in the famous "Chelyuskin" rescue operation, but had suffered frostbite shortly after arriving in Chukotka and was unable to fly the plane, forcing someone else to take over, a fact he regretted for a long time.

Oh, this is not the Andre that Liu Helian knows.

The Soviet Union, which had reached an agreement with the Central Committee, tacitly approved the operation and did not directly send pilots, but it allowed a "volunteer" flight crew to assist. Their leader was no small figure: Mikhail Vodopyanov, a "Hero of the Soviet Union" pilot who had actually participated in the "Chelyuskin" rescue operation, flying three sorties and rescuing ten people!

Now that everyone is there, all operations can continue to move forward.

After a trip to Jingpo Lake with a radio, a trip to the Third Route Army with Qi Zhizhong, and a "Duncha Minister" trip with Fu Maogong, the head of the Soviet office, the Central Committee established contact with the remnants of the First Route Army, the Third Route Army and the Second Route Army.

During the next brief window of opportunity, Li Chaolan and Feng Zhongyun of the Third Army would gather their forces and, while the Japanese forces were concentrated on the anti-Soviet front and unable to get away, take the initiative to approach the border and cross into the Soviet Union. The fifty or so remnants of the Second Army were directly trapped by Liu Helian's "Sunderland MK5 post-war passenger transport" and pulled back from Jingpo Lake to Peter the Great Bay in one breath; and the most difficult evacuation operation of the First Army had already begun intensively.

Four Imperial seaplanes were quietly moored on the shore of Vladivostok, along with one "modified and belatedly arrived" improved transatlantic pilot version of the Empire. The five crew members, led by Liu Helian and Hu Zikun, displayed typical Liu style and began a high-speed cycle of intensive research and discussion, brainstorming, practical operation, and summary and feedback. With the exception of Liu Helian, the remaining pilots needed six weeks to familiarize themselves with the flight transitions and instrument operation of this massive aircraft with a maximum take-off weight of nearly 30 tons.

This was supposed to be impossible, but considering that throughout the operation, the four Reichs only needed to follow the guide aircraft's flight path, a lot of trouble was avoided. Furthermore, these pilots were already familiar with flying, and the two Soviet crews were veterans of multi-engine bombers and transports. The transition to training went surprisingly smoothly.

Later, the Far East Military District even sent people to observe the high-intensity training of the five "Big Ivans" and made some suggestions on ground maintenance, appearing to be quite interested in this large water aircraft.

During the training period from mid-June to the end of July, a remarkable incident occurred: a resident in a remote area of ​​the Khabarovsk Krai suddenly suffered from acute pancreatitis, and local organizations sent a telegram to Khabarovsk for assistance. The "Imperials" (who nominally operated civilian flights from Vladivostok to Khabarovsk) who happened to be training in Khabarovsk responded to the local government's request. After coordinating with the Far Eastern Military District, they packed a surgical team from the Khabarovsk Railway Hospital and a planeload of equipment and medicine, flew along the Amur River at night, and landed directly in the local section of the river. In just over an hour, they saved a life.

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Finally, one night at the end of July, when the Japanese troops in Nomonhan were still struggling with typhoid, dysentery and cholera caused by their own poisoning, the automatic key radio of the First Army sent a signal that everything was ready.

The First Army's evacuation operation was directed forward, and the Soviet office immediately ordered the first evacuation operation to begin.

Over Peter the Great Bay, the engines of five "Empires" began to roar. Except for some strange things, these four "Empires" basically flew across the Atlantic. The range of more than 4,300 kilometers allowed them to take off from Liverpool, England, and directly reach Halifax, Canada; each of their aircraft even had a name, such as "Knight", "Canopus" or "Cactus"; and their descendants would become "Ludland"s, hunting down the elusive U-boats in the endless winds and waves of the North Sea and the Atlantic.

Now, these five planes take off into the sky under the night sky of the Far East to transport a group of special guests.

"Climb O2, O3, O04, O05. Please follow the route instructions and follow Climb O01, flying along the infiltration route checkpoints ABCD. All units, please maintain altitude and pay attention to the altitude indicator of the leading aircraft." "Understood."

The communal language of the team was Russian. Thanks to their air command, both the Spaniard Arrias and the Frenchman Ziegers understood Russian and even spoke some basic English. Communication was generally smooth. "Attention, Naroda Peak! Climbers have begun their ascent."

"learn."

Today's sky is different from the first voyage. There is a crescent moon hanging in the sky. On the one hand, this makes it easier for pilots to observe, but objectively it also increases the possibility of visual discovery by the Japanese army.

After all, compared to the Liuhe Company, which had GPS elevation data and postwar radio altimeters, the Empire's original radio altimeter was adequate at sea, but suffered from heavy ground clutter, making low-altitude accuracy questionable. And since everyone had only been training for six weeks, they couldn't be too complacent.

To this end, in addition to painting all the planes black, he also installed a "British Wisdom" on the tails of all the planes. This device, consisting of a string of light bulbs and two tinted lenses, projects a narrow channel of light, allowing the pilot of the following plane to observe the altitude of the leading plane. If the pilot is flying lower than the leading plane, the light bulb will be red, and if it is flying higher, it will be green. The pilot of the following plane can only see the white light when the altitude is within a range of plus or minus 5 meters.

As for anti-radar -- was it necessary to consider this thing during the infiltration into Northeast China in 1939?

The five planes took off in sequence at a certain distance and flew normally along the route from Vladivostok to Blagoveshchensk. Then, at the Shuangchengzi turning point, each plane lowered its altitude to about 100 meters, turned due west, and followed the route that Liu Helian had passed through, infiltrating into the territory from the sky over the primeval forest south of Dongning.

Like a galloping horse, the red pine waves rolled in again. Under the moonlight, the edge of the forest appeared a sharp silver, and everyone seemed to be flying on a layer of frosted silk: the silk rippled in the wind, and the five Empires were like open palms, gently brushing the satin, letting the weightless satin slip through their fingertips.

Liu Helian has become somewhat immune to such scenarios. Over the years, he has accumulated a lot of flying time. In addition to the flying skills infused by the eMule system, he has also gained more and more of his own experience and knowledge in operation.

He is already a qualified multi-engine aircraft pilot. Leap to turning point B...

Leap turning point C......