At three o'clock in the morning, at the center of the Wanping Tunnel, the command post next to Chen Li's room was brightly lit.
A few bottom-level officials were sitting there, staring at Chen Li without blinking.
The conference table was made up of three square tables. It was high-end, grand, and high-class. The chairs were all armchairs that were moved from Chen Li's house. No matter what, it was comfortable to sit on.
Chen Li was sitting in the seat of the head of the alliance. Behind him was a picture of Jiang Zhongzheng, and below it was a map of Beijing and Tianjin.
In front of Chen Li, the camouflage hat was placed neatly on the front of his left hand. On the right was a teacup, but the cup was empty.
At this moment, Chen Li was smoking. Thanks to the exhaust system set up when the tunnel group was built, the command center was not too stuffy.
"Platoon Leader Chen Liujin, how are the people at the telegram office doing?”Chen Li asked.
"Reporting to the regiment commander, there are a total of three telegram operators. Their families have been properly arranged. The telegram drafts have been sent to them, and a telegram machine has been provided for them to familiarize themselves with.”Chen Liujin stood up and answered. He sat down after he finished answering.
"Alright, as soon as we receive news that the Japanese are attacking or bombarding the city, let them send the telegram immediately.”
After saying this, Chen Li turned his head and asked,"Class monitor Wang Yong, how's the situation at the hospital?”
"Reporting to the regiment commander, the three doctors and some of the nurses in the hospital have accepted our arrangements and are willing to accept the wartime management. However, there are still a small number of nurses who are emotionally unstable.”Yong Wang said, a little embarrassed.
"It's good that they accepted it. Let them have a good rest. We'll try our best to satisfy any conditions.”Chen Li said. Then, he changed the topic."We can't force those nurses who are really unwilling to accept it. If persuading them doesn't work, send them home. Remember to remember their names.”
"Yes, sir!"
"Then everyone should be busy with whatever you're doing. Don't stay here.”Chen Li said.
When everyone got up and walked out, one of the officers wanted to say something but hesitated. In the end, he couldn't help but say,"Wait, regiment commander, what about the teachers and the officials in the county government?”
"Well, as a teacher, he definitely has to teach. Get him to bring all the students into the tunnel and continue teaching. They are all flowers of the motherland. It is impossible for them to lose their knowledge because of the war. If the conditions permit, get the teacher to give them more homework so that they don't run out too dangerous when they are too free!”Chen Li thought for a moment and said.
Then he added," As for those officials, let them participate in our evacuation of the people. With them around, sometimes it will be twice the result with half the effort.”
At this time, the people in the command center finally left. However, Chen Li still left the two system officers, Qian Duoduo and Qian Buduo, behind.
There was a reason why these two became Chen Li's trusted aides. Qian Duoduo was the first to follow him, while Qian Buduo had some emotional intelligence, although it was not much.
However, it was ideal for these two people to arrange the execution of the key mission.
"Qian Duoduo, immediately arrange for people to prepare two large piles of firewood. The diameter must be more than one meter, and it must be placed in an open area, 200 meters apart.”
"Yes, sir!"
"It's a lot of money. As soon as the Japanese stop firing, you immediately bring people to the city wall. You can't leave out heavy machine guns and mortars.”
"Yes, sir!"
Putting aside the small number of normal people in the army, it could be seen from the position that Chen Li thought highly of the system officers.
Qian Duoduo was only a platoon leader, commanding more than thirty people.
As for the money, Chen Li arranged for him to be a deputy battalion commander and a company commander. He had more than a hundred people under him.
Most of the remaining system sergeants were still digging tunnels. The rest were carrying out other missions, such as guarding the artillery at the training base. In fact, Chen Li felt that there was no need to assign them special officers.
After handing over these tasks, Chen Li thought about it again. The combat tasks that he had issued had completely penetrated through this incident.
So he walked into his room that was reinforced with layers of steel concrete, closed the door, turned off the lights, and went to rest.
The main reason was that he knew that even without him, the 3rd Battalion could still hold Wanping. Even after the defeat of Pingjin, Wanping still resisted for some time.
Moreover, the firepower of the 3rd Battalion had been greatly enhanced, and with the cooperation of his security team, how could they be so easily taken down by the Japanese?
Even if they did, the hundreds of system officers who were digging tunnels were not to be trifled with. They would come to protect their commander at the first sign of danger.
Therefore, he had to sleep. If there was anything else, he would have to wait until tomorrow morning.
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Outside Wanping City, Chen Li's temporary training base, the current artillery position.
Old Zhao felt that his life was very magical (if he had more vocabulary, he might use the adjective dramatic).
The army that joined during the Beiyang era fought and fought until it became the Northwest Army. Then, after the defeat of the Central Plains, it became the Northeast Army. Then, after the Northeast Army abandoned tens of millions of civilians, it became a guerrilla force that fought in the mountains.
The term guerilla came from Chen Li, the head of the Security Corps. After training with the Security Corps for so long, Old Zhao was used to this term. However, it sounded somewhat appropriate.
After spending a long time together, Old Zhao's understanding of this army had increased. After being a soldier for decades, he had a good eye.
He was surrounded by soldiers who kept calling him Young Master. He also listened to some of the soldiers who were not too strict with their words describing the regiment commander and his own past. After a simple analysis, wasn't he just the prodigal son of a rich family and his guard?
However, this rich man was a little too rich. His equipment was excellent, which was of course comparable to the marshal in his heyday. The marshal had an arsenal, chariots, and planes. Although after the young marshal took over, it was said that the arsenal took on private jobs to make Western things.
Old Zhao had a deep feeling. He felt that people depended on fate. For example, there were good and bad days in the army.
In good times, after receiving the pay and leaving the military camp, he would be a lord. If ordinary people were unwilling to spend it, then he would be willing to pay this price. His life was in his pants, so who would care about tomorrow?
When it was bad, it was a few months without pay, a year and a half without a new set of clothes. It was a small matter. They didn't even have enough to eat, and the army had to set off at night. The officers were also afraid of offending the people during the day.
Soldiers had to eat food. If the troops didn't have food to eat, they could only rob the commoners.
The worst case scenario would be the same as before, where each person would fire ten or five bullets at the start of each battle, and then three at the end. In the end, there would not even be any guns left.
Therefore, Old Zhao missed his comrades very much. Those who were dead and those who were alive were all brothers from the most powerful Northeast Army at that time.
The other troops might not dare to say it, or they would lose face if they did, but at least they had followed Commander Zhao. They had killed a lot of Japanese, but at the same time, their brothers had also died a lot. In the end, there were only a dozen of them left from six or seven hundred brothers.
He would be lying if he said he didn't want to.
Old Zhao was also quite unhappy to be sent here as an instructor. The troops had just replenished so much equipment and food. They would not be afraid even if they were to fight the Japanese patrols. Why did they have to send me out at this time? I had not eaten or worn anything for a few years. Would my days of running around the Japanese when I saw a group of them be wasted?
However, he was old, and his temper was almost worn out. He did what he had to do. Old Zhao still recognized Zhao Gang as a leader. He also admired Chen Li, who brought canned beef and defeated the Japanese with fewer people.
After coming here, especially after entering the training camp, Old Zhao realized that his horizons were indeed too small.
He had thought that he was only here to teach the heroic Commander Chen's subordinates how to operate the cannon.
He realized that even he, who had been invited as an instructor, needed to learn.
Not to mention the equipment of the infantry, there were all kinds of cannons here. Some of them might have seen it before, but most of them had never heard of it before.
Therefore, Old Zhao learned and taught day by day because he was still suppressing his anger. He was from the Northeast Army and was here to be an instructor. He had to teach the best things to his students. Otherwise, if he was stumped by the students, what was the point of teaching?
With this breath, Old Zhao only dared to teach students after he learned well. Therefore, Old Zhao became stubborn and ran to the artillery position every day.
The artillery position couldn't be seen by the people in Wanping City or outside the city. Therefore, this place was behind a slope facing Wanping City.
It was also known as the reverse slope in later generations.
Once Old Zhao had understood most of the cannons in the training base, the mission was to attack Wanping's troops and artillery.
If this was a shooting range that was temporarily adjusted during a battle, Old Zhao really did not know. It was not that he did not know about the night classes that Chen Li gave to the soldiers every day. It was mainly for the aim of this cannon.
It was indeed difficult for an old man like him to learn mathematics, geometry, and physics. However, he had experience and did not want to learn. Moreover, he had a stubborn attitude.
However, Chen Li gave him some buffer time. He could even slowly adjust the parameters of each cannon to a level that he felt was acceptable.
A cannon could even be adjusted eight to ten times, as long as he wanted to.
No one would interfere with him, and no one would affect him, because almost everyone here was his disciple.
And now, Old Zhao was staring at Wanping City, using the binoculars that Regiment Commander Chen had given him. It was said that it was 25 times larger.
The night was still so quiet. Almost all the people in the countryside fell asleep at eight or nine o'clock…
However, Old Zhao didn't do that because he knew that this was what Commander Chen had told him. The war would definitely start on the 7th of July.
He did not know what time it was, so he smoked and stared at the two lenses without blinking…
At the same time, the dozens of people who were arranged here did not slack off at all…
Those who were on guard duty were still on guard.
As an artillery soldier, he was already in the artillery position, ready to make his own tactical movements at any time. Now, he must be a little tired. Other than sitting on the shell box, there was no other way.
Wanping was still deathly silent.
It was four o'clock in the morning.
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