The radio station was fooled by my sister. It was a high-power radio station, and it was the one used by Li and the others before. However, the fat man thought that the radio station of the third squadron was better, so he changed it directly.

Unexpectedly, the radio station that was replaced flew away before it was installed on the special forces team. He was so sad now!

But at this time, he seemed to notice a trace of abnormality and asked Uncle Song next to him in a low voice:

"Uncle, why do I feel something is wrong? My sister is so close to our command center. If she wants to send a telegram, wouldn't it be enough to just use the radio station of our command center? Why do you have to get a radio station yourself?"

Song Yi smiled but refused to answer. He almost let Xiao Wen fool him before, but when the radio station arrived in Xiao Wen's hand, he understood everything when he saw the smile on the other person's face.

But this matter was not as bad as expected. At least this radio station was a very correct decision in Xiao Wen's hands.

"Captain, don't think about this anymore. It would definitely be a good thing when the radio station came to Team Leader Xiao's hands.

Not to mention that they are your sister, of course, this kind of benefit must be given to their own family, otherwise the soldiers will feel that you are turning your elbow out."

Li Feng didn't understand it, but since Uncle Song said that, it means that the matter is fine. My sister just took it. Anyway, she took a lot of money from her own money, and it's not that bad.

...

This time, the police squad suffered a lot of casualties. The new and veterans were added together. There were almost 500 people, but who knew that after a battle, one of them was cut in half. Now there are more than 250 people left.

The remaining people were either in the hospital or had lifelong disabilities. Li Feng was really hurt at this time.

"Damn, this battle is so bad, the Japanese are really strong."

Li Feng looked at the list of battle damage handed over by Uncle Song. Not only did more than 200 casualties, but the most important thing was that more than 100 rifles were damaged, and one-third of the ammunition was consumed.

There was nothing seized in Wushan Town, at most, there were more than 100 large 38-year-olds, and nothing else was left.

Unlike Li Feng and others, they at least grabbed the Japanese airdrops, and there were some squadrons with ammunition for a week.

"Isn't it the captain? If you really say it, we will lose money in this battle!"

Uncle Song, who was smoking a cigarette, was sulking. They had always taken advantage of the war, but who knew that they had suffered a loss this time?

On the surface, they killed the third squadron of the Japanese, but in the end they got nothing, but instead lost two or three hundred people.

The little fat man felt distressed for three minutes on the side, and then thought of the Jinsui Army.

"Uncle, let's send a copy of our war loss report to the Jinsui Army. But this number needs to be changed. You say we lost 800 people, one thousand rifles, and 50,000 rounds of ammunition. In addition, we also borrowed 30,000 oceans of debt.

OK, I just think of so much for the time being, just send it to them like this."

Uncle Song couldn't help but thrust the corners of his mouth. This fat man really dared to say that he exaggerated the damage to the war so much, but this was very consistent with the captain's personality.

"Captain, it's not good to do this!"

It's not very good!

However, why can’t there be any bad expression on Uncle Song’s face?

strangeness!

"What's wrong with it? We helped them kill the third squadron. You go and ask them and see which regiment in their automobile circle is sure to wipe out the third squadron of the Japanese!"

have to!

The captain knew that he had taken credit, but it seemed that he would not give up without any benefits.

"Okay, I'll have someone send the thing in the afternoon."

...

In the afternoon, the command of the xx2nd Division of the Jinsui Army.

Bang!

"Li Feng is hiding ghosts! More than 800 people were killed and more than 1,000 guns were lost. Is there so many people in his full battalion?"

The division commanders of the Jinsui Army were almost furious, but what was terrible was that he had to give the money without giving it. On the contrary, he had to give it with a smile.

"Master, this Li Feng is too bullying. Can the equipment of a full battalion satisfy his appetite before?

Now the lion opened his mouth and asked us for so many things again. If I see it, we will pretend that we didn’t see it.”

The chief of staff said casually, but at this time, a voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"This money must be given!"

Everyone was stunned, and then they all looked outside the door. A man wearing a yellow tweed military uniform, white gloves, and carrying the rank of major general walked in.

"Director Wu!"

The director of the Political Department, a strange official position, was the insider of the Chairman Chang'an in various warlords, but no one dared to offend him, because everyone knew that if he offended him, he would definitely be in trouble in the end.

The chairman was worried that he would not find an opportunity to attack some miscellaneous troops, and no one wanted to hit the gun at this time.

"I wonder what Director Wu's words mean?"

The chief of staff on the side asked unwillingly.

"You not only have to pay, but also have to give them weapons and equipment. If not enough, then all these things will be left to the commander.

As for the reason, I think your teachers know better than me.

If the Eighth Route Army killed the third squadron of the Japanese at a very small cost of casualties, then where would the Central Army and the Jinsui Army be in the future?

If you deny it, wouldn’t that mean that the Central Army and the Jinsui Army are far inferior to a group of local Eighth Route Army? Could it be that everyone wants to be content with others?”

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone's faces changed and they immediately understood something.

No wonder the teacher did not object from the beginning, and he had already figured out the feelings.

Once the Eighth Route Army sold extremely small casualties for victory, where would the faces of the Jinsui Army and the Central Army be put?

After that, do the people across the country believe that there are more Turkish Eighth Route Army or that they have more?

If they cannot rule the country better, how can they continue to exploit the people?

Once you understand the crux of the problem, everything will be smooth.

They must give this batch of weapons, equipment and money, not only to give it, but also to be generous and honest in front of everyone.

Didn’t you say that your Eighth Route Army suffered more than 800 casualties? I’ll give you a pension of 1,000 people.

Didn’t you say that 1,000 rifles were damaged? I’ll give you a regiment of weapons and equipment.

...

In this way, everyone will know that it is not that the Central Army and the Jinsui Army are not capable of combat effectiveness, but that the Eighth Route Army paid a heavy price to kill the Japanese third squadron.

The Central Army and the Shanxi Sui Army can also look better, and the Eighth Route Army will not expose the facts because of this.

"Give!"

This is everyone's final answer. Although they are extremely reluctant, they have to admit that the Tujiao Route Army named Li Feng does have two tricks, but they are expected to be unable to refuse.
Chapter completed!