Love is lingering, like a bond. The rare world of two people, one newlywed and the other honeymoon, was made by Meng Youtian to compensate Zijuan for his best efforts.

Zijuan combed her bun again, this time she combed her own, she willingly combed her, and was the symbol of becoming a real wife. Not only did she have an external symbol, she also changed from the inner to the role of a real wife. Although the meals she made cannot be complimentary, which of the two of them cares about this small flaw?

Meng Youtian solved another problem, so he didn't have to worry that Zijuan would be fooled by Qin Lianfang. Zijuan's sharing of the burden did make him much easier. He escaped from the trivial affairs in the village. He could concentrate on training militias and design and build fortifications to resist the enemy.

The enemy has suffered several losses. Even though there is no effective way to deal with it, Meng Youtian still needs to improve, change the enemy first, and prepare for the enemy first.

With the continuous improvement of the tunnel, the protective measures have made Meng Youtian feel relieved. Before the ground bomb and air bomb were developed, tunnel combat was a tactical tactic that made the whole world's army frightened. The only disadvantage of the tunnel was that the attack power was relatively weak. After the ground buildings were destroyed, most of the shooting holes that could strike the enemy would be covered and could not play a role. However, with the current Japanese firepower, carpet bombing was impossible, and the ammunition carried by the sweep was quite limited. From the perspective of the degree of destruction, the houses in the village were basically burned.

After several destructions in Tumen Village, the houses are constantly being reinforced, especially the street-side houses, which are at least one meter high, are made of blue bricks and stones. The roofs are burned and the adobe is collapsed, and many shooting bunkers can still be used.

In other words, the potential of authenticity has been basically exhausted, and it is unrealistic to expect breakthroughs in weapons. It can only be to lay more mines and traps.

As for landmines, there is still room for improvement in detonation methods and power, and there is also potential to be tapped in terms of burial technology and speed.

In addition to keeping the two aspects of authenticity and mines, Meng Youtian pays more attention to cold rifle sniping. This is more targeted, more flexible, and easier to control each other.

The darkness before dawn was not seen, but it was the darkest moment. Meng Youtian predicted that the year after that would be the most difficult period. Natural disasters continued. Not only should we survive in the rain of bullets, but we should also fight against God.

But not many people like Meng Youtian are always alert. With the outbreak of the Pacific War, optimism began to spread in the base areas. This does not rule out propaganda factors and encourages people's morale, but on the other hand, optimism undoubtedly also played a careless role.

However, at that time, the anti-Japanese base areas had to endure almost four or five large-scale sweeps every year. After more than 100 battles of all sizes, people's long-term tense nerves would inevitably become paralyzed or even numb.

"China is no longer fighting Japanese fascists alone. The United States, Britain, the Netherlands and other countries have declared war on Japan. We are already a member of the world's anti-fascist alliance. Japan's madness will surely lead to its accelerated demise..."

"This year is the year that determines the fate of the world, the year that determines the victory of China's Anti-Japanese War, the year that determines the fate of the base area, and the year that determines our county, our district, our village, and our own destiny..."

"The great Soviet Red Army smashed the rampant attack of German fascists in Moscow, and the world's anti-fascist war has revealed the dawn of victory..."

Many good news continued to appear in the early 1942, and the general meaning was nothing more than to show people that although Germany and Japanese fascists were still fiercely attacking the Soviet Union and the Pacific region. But this was the final madness. With the changes in the international and domestic situation, victory was just around the corner.

However, under the cover-up of these optimistic propaganda, Meng Youtian learned a message that others didn't care about, but he was worried: the Japanese army in North China had a new leader.

For most people, this information has no value at all. Even though I heard that this new guy has any "new tactics", everyone disagrees with it. I have seen many strange names in the Japanese, such as "dividing and attacking", "capturing surprise attacks", and "sweeping"... I was driven back in the end. Not to mention a new Japanese commander, what's so great about the Japanese emperor?

The ignorant is fearless. When you realize the power of this demon in the blood and fire, the price you pay will be heavy.

Iron wall encirclement. When people always remember the name of a demon, such a cruel noun was engraved in the history of the Anti-Japanese War. Iron wall encirclement can be defined as the use of large troops to adopt strict interactive encirclement, forming an encirclement circle and then continuously compressing to the center, compressing the troops within the encirclement into a narrow area and annihilation.

The harm of this tactic is that once the enemy encirclement is integrated, the troops in the encirclement will either force break through the encirclement or fight the enemy in a decisive battle. The guerrilla warfare that can win and run away if it cannot win will not be implemented as the encirclement shrinks and becomes smaller and smaller.

Meng Youtian felt very fortunate that he had not lived in a plain area and had the advantage of leaning against the mountains lies in the fact that he could retreat. If it were him, he would have no confidence in breaking the iron wall siege when his power and combat power were not as good as the enemy.

Of course, there are still a few things to plan on paper. For example, when dealing with the iron wall encirclement, you must first have accurate intelligence to discover the enemy's attempts in a timely manner; secondly, once the enemy's attempts to encircle, you must quickly find the enemy's junction and find an opportunity to break through before the encirclement is completed; finally, when the enemy encircles and sweeps the base, the peripheral troops and the broken-out troops should take advantage of the emptiness behind the enemy to actively attack the outside line, attack the weak defense behind the supply line in the rear of the enemy, and attack them and force the enemy to join forces to rescue them.

But it is easier said than done. During that period, due to the lack of communication means and necessary training, the anti-Japanese military and civilians who had been fighting guerrillas behind enemy lines for a long time were not used to cooperating. When encountering emergencies, the masses often ran away, militias worked, and the troops fought, and even the main forces of the Eighth Route Army did not have much mutual communication.

During the anti-sweeping process, the military and civilians in the base area seem to have mastered a set of "laws", but this set of laws is based on being able to control the movements of nearby enemies.

In previous sweeps, the Eighth Route Army was always able to obtain information in a timely manner. It was clear two days earlier that the enemy came from and how many troops were. Cadres at all levels reported the situation and assigned tasks. Everyone knew who should do what.

When they heard the sound of gunfire from the Japanese army, the main force jumped out of the encirclement and went to the outside line to attack the enemy's rear; local troops and militia stayed in the local area to bury mines, drill tunnels, and fight sparrow wars; and the people brought food and food for four or five days to hide in the fields... After a period of hard walls and guerilla harassment, the Japanese and puppet troops could not provide food and grass, and the rear was destroyed by the Eighth Route Army. They had to kill people, set fires and grab things, while retreating. Then the main force returned from the outside line to the hinterland of the base area, and the people also returned to the village to rebuild their homes, and everyone celebrated the victory of the anti-sweeping campaign.

Every time the Japanese have to make trouble, they have to calm down for a while to prepare military supplies. They are fine within one or two months. After two or three months, they come to sweep again - many repetitions like this. In the end, everyone gets used to it. The local government has arranged the work plan in advance, and the cadres in charge of military affairs and the cadres in charge of production are busy in turn like shifts. Sometimes when they see that the Japanese army has not come, the cadres and the masses are still anxious: "Why aren't this Japanese guy coming to sweep? It's early to fight and end early. It's easy for us to work!"

It is a good thing to master the rules, but relying too much on such rules will often lead to carelessness and suffer great losses in the face of a new and sudden change. It was precisely because of this that Okamura Yasuji took advantage of this and adopted the method of long-distance troops and using troops from other places. He avoided the eyes and ears of the Eighth Route Army and achieved unexpected results.

Cruel, bloody, and failure are inevitable in Meng Aotian's view. Even he cannot predict the enemy's movements. Okamura Yasuji took office as commander of the North China Expeditionary Army, half a year later than history. The "April 29" and "May Day sweep" in history will no longer be carried out on time and on the land, and history has deviated from Meng Aotian's prediction.

This separation made Meng Aotian make a rough judgment based on the general situation, but he was relieved. The time for Okamura Nagato to take office was delayed, which means that his time for another move would be delayed after preparing to take action, while the Pacific War was on schedule. The time for the Japanese troops who were drawn to China to rush to Southeast Asia would not be too different, and the time for the Japanese leader Okamura Nagato to display his power was shortened.

When time is compressed, suffering will be reduced. The suffering of the Chinese people. The suffering of the military and civilians behind enemy lines is shortened every day. How many people will survive? How much property will be avoided from loss?

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Lianggang Village is peaceful and beautiful, with apple trees and peach trees all inside and outside the village. Every spring, it will bloom into a lump of flowers. If it is autumn, the crimson apples and goose yellow duck pears will absorb enough sunshine and smile on the branches, just like a pretty village girl.

Xiaoquan had a dream while he was sleeping in a drowsy sleep. In a trance, he was alone in the army. He was so thirsty on the road that he felt very uncomfortable and was eager to find a stream or a river to have fun. But there were endless mountains in front of him, and there was no place for water. Later, he met an old man with white beard. The old man pointed to a high mountain in Qitian and said that there was a spring when he crossed the mountain. He accepted the old man's guidance and climbed hard. It took a lot of effort to climb the mountain. Unexpectedly, the spring was so dry that there was no drop of water.

When he was disappointed, a woman came over there and gave him a handful of hair. She smiled and said, "God pays off. You can dig it out, and it will always dig out water." He dug it up, but his throat seemed to be on fire, and he couldn't help it. He was about to die of thirst.

In a daze, there seemed to be two women talking softly in his ears. One said, "Listen, he said he was thirsty, feed him some water!" The other said, "Okay, come now!" Then, a small spoon seemed to be handed over to his lips, and he opened his mouth and drank it. After drinking more than a dozen sips in a row, the unbearable thirst was slightly relieved.

A woman said again, "Give him some more drinks, look how thirsty he is!" Another woman agreed, "Okay, okay." Xiaoquan took more than a dozen sips and felt much more comfortable. At this time, he opened his eyes slightly and saw the female nurse feeding him a small spoon, and a woman holding a teapot in her hand stood next to her.

The woman was wearing military uniform, with a pale face and a little haggard. Xiao Quan didn't recognize her for a while, and asked in a daze: "Who are you?"

"Captain Zhou, why don't you even recognize me?" Yuemei said as she walked over, sat on the chair beside him, staring at him with a strange look.

"Yuemei." Xiaoquan grinned reluctantly. Yuemei did not wear a braid, and tied a bunch of hair behind her head with a red cloth strap. The thick and soft hair spread on her shoulders, like a waterfall pouring down from a quiet mountain stream.

"Have you been to the hospital for work?" Xiao Quan moved slightly, and the wound was hurting sharply, and he couldn't help but grin.

Yuemei diligently reached out to hold Xiaoquan, raised her eyebrows, and comforted her softly: "The bullet has been taken out, and it will be fine once it is raised. I don't work in the hospital, but I live in the village. I heard that you are injured, so I come to see you."

The nurse next to him gave a few words of advice, turned around and walked out. The room became quiet. Xiaoquan and Yuemei didn't know what to say for a moment, and their eyes were wandering around.

"Well, I'm still a little thirsty." Xiaoquan licked his lips and broke the deadlock.

"Oh." Yuemei agreed. She took a spoon to feed Xiaoquan. Her movements were a little clumsy. After a few spoons, she made Xiaoquan's face and chin.

"I'm not thirsty anymore, I'm not thirsty anymore. Thank you." Xiaoquan shook his head with a wry smile.

Yuemei blinked, took out a handkerchief, wiped it on Xiaoquan's face twice, then tilted her head and looked around, nodding with satisfaction, and teased, "Where is me, I will take care of you for a few days and repay your life-saving grace, and I will never owe each other in the future."

"No need to return. It is appropriate for comrades to save each other. You don't need to remember it in your heart. Go and rest!" Xiaoquan shook his head gently. The past was already a little blurry, as if he had saved her life. He also didn't remember it very clearly.

"I live in this village, it's not very troublesome." Yuemei looked at Xiaoquan and said, "What else do you want to do?"

"It's okay, it's really okay." Xiaoquan pretended to be innocent and closed his eyes, thinking about waiting for Yuemei to leave. Then he called the nursing staff outside, he really wanted to urinate.

But Yuemei didn't notice at all. She actually took out a small Japanese doll from her body, fiddled with it, and said with a smile: "Look, this is what you found from the Japanese that time, do you still remember?"

The feeling of sourness and itch became stronger and stronger. Xiaoquan's face gradually turned red, his neck gradually became thicker, and his body became slightly twisted involuntarily.

"What's wrong? I'm thirsty again, I'll feed you." Yuemei picked up the teapot and spoon.

When Xiaoquan heard the sound of water, he almost cried. He tightened his legs tightly, and said in a trembling voice: "Call me, call the nurse, I want to urinate."

"What? What did you say?" Xiaoquan asked without hearing clearly.

"Sister, call the nurse, I want to pee." Xiaoquan's voice burst into tears.

"Ah?" Yuemei's face turned red, she was stunned for a moment, and immediately got up and escaped from the ward.

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The livestock car was driving on the road, and Meng Youtian gently shook his whip and observed the crops around him. The drought seemed to have gone away with several spring rains, but Meng Youtian knew that it was a matter of time. If possible, he would rather prepare himself in vain than want natural disasters to appear as he predicted.

"Xiao Quan is back from injury. This is also a rare opportunity. I have wanted to have a good talk with him." Meng Youtian turned to Zijuan and said, "It's a reason to send things to the hospital."

"Look at my friend, you don't have to be so cautious, right?" Zijuan put down the book in her hand and said disapprovingly: "Can they still keep holding you and scaring you. Calculate, how long has it been since they left the village?"

"I'm not afraid, but I don't want to listen to other people's long comments." Meng Youtian smiled faintly and said, "Besides, I'm so busy, so I don't have the spare time to run around."

Zijuan was silent for a moment and asked, "Brother Tian, ​​you have arranged our village like an iron bucket, but everyone said that the Japanese are going to be finished. So many countries can't deal with him?"

"Iron Bucket? Not that great." Meng Youtian shook his head and said, "The Japanese are now advancing and sweeping across the Southeast Asian Sea! I'll probably have to deal with him for a while. Anyway, let's prepare first, and fight when we come, and stop living if we don't come."

Zijuan nodded, shook the book in her hand, and said, "I listen to you. You finally got this book and let me learn accounting. I'm not learning it very seriously."

"Listen to me, you will know in the future." Meng Youtian smiled. How long is his idea, but it is not the time to say it out loud.

Nature selflessly added fresh colors and strong emotions to the flowers, plants and trees. The jingle of the water wheel sounded beside the road. A girl who changed the ridge stood there, holding the handle of the shovel and was taking a nap. The water had already flowed to the path, and the cunning little donkey who was pulling the water wheel also took the opportunity to stop and be lazy, leaned his ears, and waited for the little master's shout.

"Hey, I've opened the door!" Zijuan raised her voice and shouted, awakening the girl.

The girl was stunned, opened her eyes and looked around, ran over with a smile, hurriedly blocked the water, while slapped the little donkey on the butt in anger.

In the wilderness in the distance, there were a few children carrying the shooting net and chasing a bird with laughter and joy kept coming.

Zijuan looked at all this and turned to Meng Youtian and smiled: "Are you pleased to see these? You have your contributions! Where did this canal and this water truck have before?"

Meng Youtian nodded and shook his head again, "Thank you for your gratitude, but my credit is not worth mentioning. This is everyone's efforts."
Chapter completed!