North Jiangsu, Jurong.

"Congratulations, Commander. Someone wants to see you."

"who?"

"He's from Shanghai."

"Let him in."

Not long after, a man in his fifties, wearing a long gown, walked in, took off his hat and bowed respectfully: "My surname is Jiang, from Shanghai. I am the housekeeper of the boss Cheng Lan Xingcheng of the Fairy Company.

"

"Shanghai? Fairy Company? Cheng Lanxing?"

Zhu Yanni has never heard this name before: "Are you looking for me?"

Butler Jiang has also been in the arena for a long time: "You are the famous Commander Zhu, right?"

"it's me."

"Then I found the right person."

Butler Jiang said respectfully: "My company is oppressed by the Japanese and has no choice but to cooperate with the Japanese in transporting supplies to northern Jiangsu. Unfortunately, my boss, Boss Cheng, is still patriotic in his heart. Director Meng Shaoyuan of Shanghai knows this."

After saying this, Zhu Yanni, Kong Chuanbo, and Guo Yongbiao in the room suddenly realized.

After working on it for a long time, it was someone sent by Meng Shaoyuan.

Steward Jiang continued: "We were ordered to deliver supplies to the Japanese troops stationed in northern Jiangsu. We have special passes for transportation, which is the most convenient. This time when we came to northern Jiangsu, we specially brought a batch of supplies to Commander Zhu."

After that, take out a list:

"Two boxes of medicine, five boxes of 2,500 boxes of matches, five boxes of toothpaste, 1,000 sticks, 50 boxes of mosquito repellent incense, 25,000 boxes..."

Zhu Yanni and others were overjoyed to hear this.

Matches, toothpaste, and mosquito coils are all daily necessities, which sound far less valuable than guns, ammunition, and medicines. However, the guerrillas active behind enemy lines in enemy-occupied areas are extremely short of these supplies, so this time it is like providing help in times of need.

Especially mosquito coils.

The mosquitoes in the countryside of northern Jiangsu are so big that one bite can cause a big mess, which is unspeakably painful.

Now that we have this batch of mosquito repellent incense, it will come in handy.

Guo Yongbiao knew he was with the right person.

What was your life like when you were ordered to independently organize guerrillas in northern Jiangsu?

There was a serious shortage of guns and weapons, with only a few hundred rounds of ammunition left.

Medicines are a no-brainer.

If you are injured or sick, you can only use some earthly medicine.

There was also the salary of the soldiers. The worried Guo Yongbiao worried about money every day when he opened his eyes.

But what can be done?

The guerrillas were dispensable in the eyes of those government officials.

Especially in terms of supplies, the guerrilla armed forces cannot even drink the remaining water.

Since Zhu Yanni came, the situation has changed rapidly.

To be honest, Guo Yongbiao was quite resistant at first.

He thinks this is just to take away his power.

He, Guo Yongbiao, was born in the regular army, and Zhu Yanni was a spy. How could he, a dignified regular soldier, listen to a spy?

But when Zhu Yanni arrived, without saying a word, she asked someone to bring 20,000 yuan in cash: "Commander Guo, please pay the brothers quickly."

Twenty thousand!

Guo Yongbiao had less than two thousand yuan left in his account.

The detective fees, adaptation fees, resettlement fees, and disability subsidies of each township security chief will all be paid.

What worries Guo Yongbi these days is that he can't sleep well all night.

Now, 20,000 yuan falls from the sky.

Guo Yongbiao was excited, but he couldn't show it too much on his face: "Best wishes..."

What should it be called?

Even though she was the detachment leader, she was also called the commander.

Commanders are flying all over the sky now.

But he, Guo Yongbiao, was the deputy commander of the guerrilla advance column of the Twelfth Army appointed by the serious National Government.

"Xiao Zhu." Zhu Yanni helped him resolve the problem.

"Xiao Zhu, Xiao Zhu." Guo Yongbiao glanced at the money and said: "You just came, everyone is conducting guerrilla operations behind enemy lines, how can I have the nerve to accept your money?"

"Commander Guo, you're welcome." Zhu Yanni had already known what the other party would say: "This is the sentiment of our Meng Shaoyuan Director Meng. Director Meng also asked me to bring a few words to you, and I will convey them word for word.

for you……"

Meng Shaoyuan said this: "Commander Guo, don't be polite to me. You are a regular army officer and I am a spy, but our purpose is the same. I want to bribe you for my use, and there is nothing to hide. You can insist

Your regular army is proud, but now you have guns and money, how can you fight guerrillas? I have all the things you lack, how about we work together? Don’t say who leads whom, I can’t lead you, just one sentence

, take my money, take my weapons, let’s work together and fight the Japanese at the risk of death!”

Guo Yongbiao has been an officer for so many years, and this is the first time he has heard someone talk like this.

The word "bribe" came out directly.

"Take my money, take my weapons, let's work together and fight the Japanese to the death!"

This sentence touched Guo Yongbi the most.

Everyone's purpose is the same.

Guo Yongbiao began to have a good impression of Meng Shaoyuan, whom he had never met before.

The cooperation between the "Swallow" detachment commanded by Zhu Yanni and the guerrilla advance column of the 12th Army also officially began.

Then, Guo Yongbiao quickly realized the benefits of cooperating with Meng Shaoyuan.

Money, supplies, medicines, whatever is needed is available.

Only when the main force of the Yanzi detachment arrived did Guo Yongbiao and his men know what it meant to be wealthy.

Zhu Yanni's detachment had the smallest number among the detachments commanded by Meng Shaoyuan, with only about a hundred people.

But she can't afford to be a wealthy person.

Not to mention weapons, one detachment has three radios.

This radio station is a great thing.

Guo Yongbiao commanded three battalions, 1,400 men, and so many armed forces from various townships and villages. He only got an old radio station after begging his grandfather and grandma, and it often broke down.

Let’s take a look at other people’s ones?

Before Guo Yongbiao could finish envying him, Zhu Yanni changed hands and gave Guo Yongbiao a radio station: "Commander Guo, you command three battalions, right?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"I will immediately send a message to Director Meng and ask him to give us a few more radio stations. We will strive to have one radio station in each battalion."

Guo Yongbiao was dumbfounded.

One radio station per battalion?

You're not dreaming, are you?

If that were the case, it would be much easier to contact them.

Who is this Meng Shaoyuan who is so wealthy?

Zhu Yanni didn’t lie at all.

When Meng Shaoyuan appointed Kong Chuanbo as the liaison officer, he was originally given only one radio station, but upon hearing Zhu Yanni's request, he immediately allocated several more radio stations for him to take to northern Jiangsu.

Kong Chuanbo came to Jurong, good guys, radio stations, medicines, money...

What don’t you want?

Guo Yongbiao was really convinced.

When had he ever been so wealthy?

Is this like becoming a landlord all of a sudden?

"Thank you, thank you so much." Guo Yongbiao expressed his sincere gratitude: "Director Meng is so generous, so generous. Director Meng of this radio station probably has a warehouse, right?"

"Commander Guo, let me tell you something from my heart." Kong Chuanbo said in a low voice: "We, Director Meng, are rich and have a lot of things, but the radio station is a valuable commodity, even if Director Meng wants to get it, he can't get it.

easy."
To be continued...