Even Stilwell didn't quite believe Boss Zhu's words.
How…how was this possible?
Stilwell had arrived in Zhongxia very early and had even served as a high official of the Mei Li Nation's garrison in Zhongxia.
He had also traveled to many areas of Zhongxia as an inspector and investigated the situation in Zhongxia in depth.
He knew the Japanese army very well.
The bullets that the Japanese army was equipped with were not inferior to the American army.
The '30-Style' ammo boxes they were equipped with were made up of two front boxes and one back box.
There was also a gun oil can attached to the back of the box.
Each of the front boxes could hold 30 bullets, and each of the back boxes could hold 60 bullets. The total carrying capacity of the front and back boxes was 120 bullets.
In comparison, the dozen bullets from No. 8 were…more pathetic than beggars.
Under such circumstances, he could still win?!
Stilwell seemed to have heard a fantasy, but the Japanese army had apparently admitted that Yang Zhongde had killed one of their major generals and six generals on the battlefield.
Now, the bounty for Yang Zhongde had increased to fifty taels of gold.
It was said that it was the furious Okamura Yasuji who personally issued the order to eliminate Yang Zhongde at all costs.
The road to the headquarters was not difficult. After leaving the small town, they passed through the winding path that Boss Zhu took them on.
They arrived at the headquarters in the evening. The CEO and Chief of Staff were already waiting at the entrance to welcome them.
"Welcome! Welcome! Welcome to the base!"
The boss laughed and walked up to Situ Meitang.
This old man was worthy of such a respectful welcome from the president. Even Commissioner Li, who was in Yanzhou, would have to greet him respectfully.
This old man's identity was too special, and his qualifications were too high.
Even the arrogant and despotic Te Gao Ke of the Japanese army and the bald general of Yuzhou did not dare to put on airs in front of this old man.
"Hahaha…I'm a little nervous to have the boss welcome me from afar!”
Although the old man had been riding for a day, he was still in good spirits.
He smiled and shook hands with the boss. The boss said to the old man solemnly,
"It's our honor to have you here! It's our fault for not being able to personally welcome you.”
The old man waved his hand and said softly," I'm just an old thing on the verge of death. The only thing I care about is this homeland."”
"The Japanese invaders invaded my homeland, so I naturally had to return.”
The boss shook the old man's hand heavily and sighed in his heart!
It was the old man's magnanimous attitude and his unreserved support that overthrew the Qing Dynasty and won the 1911 war.
At the beginning of the war, this old man had been running around for his homeland, regardless of his old age.
They had raised more than 13 million USD for their homeland, which was an astronomical figure at that time!
Back in America, 40% of families or individuals had an annual income of less than 1000 USD, and 30% of families or individuals had an annual income of less than 780 USD!
One could imagine how much wealth this was at that time.
However, the old man did not hesitate to raise the money and send it to his hometown for the sake of the war.
"General Stilwell, welcome!"
It was much simpler for President Stilwell, just a polite greeting.
After all, he didn't know much about the president of the United States. From the perspective of the organization, the United States was a world of capital.
"It is my honor to meet the legendary general!”
Stilwell naturally knew about the estrangement between the two sides, so he didn't say much.
He only smiled and greeted politely.
"On the way here, I heard that the base is facing some difficulties?! There were many times when bullets were not supplied?!”
The two sides had not exchanged pleasantries for a while when the old man asked about the CEO.
This was the situation that the old man was most concerned about. How could they be short of bullets when fighting the Japanese?!
At this moment, the old man actually did not deliberately distinguish between the Guo family and the organization. In the old man's eyes, they were the national defense forces of his homeland.
Everyone had to fight the devils, and everyone should fight the devils. That was why the Fourth Army of Wannan was attacked by the general. The old man angrily sent a message to the general to stop this behavior immediately.
"Since you already know, I won't hide it from you.”
The boss could not help but smile bitterly when he heard this."The warriors of the main force are still alright. They basically have more than ten shots.”
"There are also some warriors below who only have seven or eight bullets when they attack the ambush…"
"We don't have all our firearms, so we have to drag the Japanese into a hand-to-hand battle after one or two rounds.”
When Old Master Situ heard these words, his face turned ashen. Why was an old man in his seventies still running around?!
It was to raise money for the soldiers in their homeland to buy guns and cannons so that they could properly fight the devils!
Now, they were even short of bullets. What was going on?
Looking at Stilwell's incredulous expression, the boss didn't say anything.
He let the two settle down first, and after a simple welcoming banquet in the evening, they went to rest.
The next morning, he found Zhou Weiguo and issued a warrant for him to bring the two of them around the base.
He looked at his own arsenal, clothing factory, and logistics.
Old Mr. Situ was both surprised and sad. He was surprised that No. 8 could create such a miracle in such an environment!
Under the situation of sealing off the entire territory and having no supplies, he made all kinds of sulfuric acid, sulfuric acid, grenades, and reloaded bullets.
The sad thing was that the brave soldiers who were determined to fight the Japanese had to rely on these crude weapons to compete with the Japanese army that was armed to the teeth!
Stilwell had a deeper feeling. In the arsenal, he saw two of the boxes that Boss Zhu had collected.
When he opened it, it was filled with bits and pieces of scrap copper, but even so, the soldiers of the Munitions Factory treated these scraps as treasures.
He carefully placed it into a simple crucible, then melted it on the continuously heated charcoal and cast it.
This was almost a 19th-century operation method, but the Eighth Route could only rely on such pitiful supplies and weapons.
To fight against the Japanese army who had more than 100 bullets each!
Most importantly, they had also obtained many victories!
After visiting these factories, Situ Meitang and Stilwell were eager to get to the independent mixed brigade as soon as possible.
He wanted to meet the legendary Tiger-head Taisui and hear his opinion on the battle, and ask him how he had won.
"Mr. Zhou Weiguo, I really want to know what kind of person that Tiger Head Taisui, Brigade Commander Yang, is in your eyes.!”
Stilwell, who was riding on his warhorse, suddenly asked Zhou Weiguo, who was escorting them, in a low voice.
"Old Guild Leader!"
Zhou Weiguo smiled. He recalled the time when the old regiment commander attacked Clear Wind Camp and forced him, Xu Hu, Boss Zhu, and the others to the ground.
And what he said to her back then.
"He…is a person who has given us hope for victory!”
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