Xiao Ming wants to defend Chinatown.
Food is the primary enemy he faces, followed by the little devils.
There was another big problem.
Before setting off, he and Tang Zihong imagined various possibilities and countermeasures, but they didn't expect to stick to Chinatown.
After a hundred secrets, all the original plans were overturned.
The most terrible thing was that he was unable to inform Tang Zihong of the latest situation.
Because all the signals she made with him were related to breaking out.
There is only one way to send someone to sneak out and pass the information on.
After breakfast, Wan Ruo carried her daughter behind her back and said she would take Xiao Ming to inspect the defense lines in Chinatown.
Outside the tent, a black soldier led a group of militiamen in an orderly formation.
As soon as Xiao Ming and Wanruo appeared, the black soldier gave an order, and the militiamen stood at attention and saluted, saying loudly: "Hello, Mr.
Mayor, Mr.
Mayor."
Xiao Ming looked at the old dark face and was surprised and happy: "Cuba, you are still alive."
This black soldier was the Cuban boy who fought alongside him during the nuclear war.
Originally, after Xiao Ming met several black market disciples and Sophie last night, he thought that everyone on the smuggling ship was dead.
Unexpectedly, he saw an old friend who was alive and kicking.
Cuba Tsai grinned widely and said in slightly stiff Chinese: "Commander Xiao Ming, we meet again."
"Hey you can speak Chinese now" Xiao Ming's eyes widened in surprise.
Cuban shrugged his shoulders: "That's because I have a group of Chinese brothers."
When he said the word "brother", tears were clearly shining in his black and white eyes.
Obviously, those Chinese brothers not only refer to the militiamen behind him, but also include those black market soldiers who died.
"Brother, my good brother" Xiao Ming was moved in his heart and hugged Cuba Zai, but he hugged him instead.
The two burst into tears and laughed heartily.
Ever since Xiao Ming entered Chinatown, apart from the joy he felt when he first met Wan Ruo's mother and daughter, the rest was filled with sadness.
Now, there was finally a light in his heart.
This bright color was brought by his black brothers.
"Cuba Zai, Xiao Ming is your supreme commander now.
Please help him get familiar with the position and team."
Wanruo gave Xiao Ming a formal appointment.
"You won't go with me?"
Xiao Ming was stunned.
He didn't want to be separated from his wife and daughter for even a moment.
His affection for her was clearly revealed.
Wanruo's eyes were filled with embarrassment: "Xiao Ming, I'm going to visit various basements.
How can I follow you all the time?"
He Yuan came over with a few guards and said with a smile: "Commander, the mayor is under my protection, why should you worry?"
Only then did Xiao Ming see He Yuan's appearance clearly.
He had thin features and curly hair.
He was about 20 years old and carefree.
He looked like he was not someone to be trifled with, so he was a little reassured.
Xiao Ming put on the weapons and equipment brought by Cuba Zai, put together the Wanxiang Knife, inserted it behind his back, and began to perform the duties of a commander.
Cuba Zai led Xiao Ming along the maze-like underground passages and patrolled them all the way.
Wherever they went, the militiamen were in high spirits and stood at attention to salute Xiao Ming.
All the new subordinates have high hopes for Xiao Ming.
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It seems that under his leadership, defeating the Japs is just around the corner.
Xiao Ming felt that the pressure was getting bigger and bigger.
He had to get familiar with the situation between ourselves and the enemy as soon as possible and make an early decision.
Chinatown's defense line is mainly based on tunnels, surrounding the basements all over Chinatown.
Observation posts are set up in the buildings on the ground.
Once the enemy is discovered, the militiamen immediately enter various positions from the tunnels to form a three-dimensional defense network.
Before the war, there was a hidden arsenal in Chinatown, enough to equip a thousand troops with sufficient ammunition, which has become the guarantee for the militiamen to hold on until now.
Although the official strength of the militia is 1,000 people, once the enemy enters Chinatown, they will face a battle where everyone is a soldier.
The common people spontaneously pick up weapons such as kitchen knives and axes, and use the cover of tunnels to kill and injure the enemy.
This is also an important reason why the little devils have been unable to break into Chinatown.
If it weren't for the shortage of food, Chinatown would have been able to hold on for a year and a half without any problem.
Food, the primary enemy, is like a sharp sword hanging over Xiao Ming's head.
He must find a solution within a week, otherwise, Chinatown will collapse.
He entered an observation post near the wall and observed the enemy's position with a periscope.
There were dense barbed wire fences, numerous bunkers, and sharp gun holes.
Cuban Zai said that the Japs built nearly 200 bunkers on the outskirts of Chinatown, equipped with light and heavy firepower, and a mechanized mobile force that could rush to the location of the battle as soon as possible.
It was called an iron barrel array.
Xiao Ming calculated in his mind that the total strength of the Chinatown militia and Tang Zihong's troops has exceeded that of the Japs.
Can they turn around and annihilate the enemy?
These bunkers are not like the bunkers on Langtaosha.
They have obvious targets and are within the range of the frigate's double-barreled large-caliber naval guns.
If there are bombardment coordinates, they can be removed one by one.
He immediately thought of Wuma Mountain, which was an excellent observation point for shelling.
As long as Tang Zihong sent out scouts and calculated the coordinates on the top of the mountain, the little Japs would only be bombed.
His eyes lit up and he asked Cuban Zai for his opinion.
Cuban Zai is a veteran and has more military knowledge than Xiao Ming.
He said that with only one cannon, it is difficult to achieve precise strikes because there is also a problem of coordinate calibration.
It takes several shots to fully calibrate the target, but the enemy is not dead and has already escaped.
If it is a cluster of artillery fire, there is no problem.
Coverage strikes can be carried out.
Even if the coordinates are deviated, the number of artillery shells can make up for it.
Xiao Ming was a little discouraged and asked again if the wireless communication signal in Chinatown was interfered by the Japs.
Sure enough, the enemy's purpose was to cut off the connection between Chinatown and other areas of Xingma Port.
There were still many Chinese outside who wanted to resist.
Xiao Ming's heart moved again.
The remaining strength of the Japs was only 800 at most.
They wanted to surround Chinatown and maintain the rule of other areas in Xingma Port.
How to balance this?
It stands to reason that there are still 100,000 Chinese outside.
If they rise up, to use an exaggeration, each one of them can drown the little devil with a spit.
Cuban Zai listened to Xiao Ming's idea and told him that Wanwu had tried it in the early days of the war, using the radio to contact the people outside for uprising.
However, the news of the uprising was leaked by the traitors and was brutally suppressed by the Japs.
Most of the young and middle-aged men were killed.
The remaining men were hardcore traitors who oppressed the people and insulted women.
They were worse than the Japs.
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Xiao Ming was silent for a while.
It seemed that wherever there were Chinese, there were traitors.
Light and darkness, sublimity and dirt, always coexist.
He could only continue his original idea and send someone to deliver news to Tang Zihong to inform her of the change in plans.
Unexpectedly, it would be difficult to send people to sneak out.
It turned out that the militiamen had dug a tunnel, went around behind the enemy's position, launched a sneak attack, and achieved good results.
Later, the little devil learned his lesson, drove out the people in the occupied area, and dug a deep ditch outside Chinatown to introduce water from the Xingma River.
As long as there is a tunnel dug through, the river water will flow back.
Xiao Ming's face was serious, and he felt helpless.
Cuban Zai knew the importance of external contact and used his brain: "Commander, didn't you fly in?
Is your glider not broken?"
Xiao Ming understood what he meant immediately and frowned.
Yes, since he could fly in, he could send someone to fly out.
He immediately looked for the commanding heights of Chinatown, but found that there was not a single tall building in sight.
They had all been blown away by the Japs' cannonballs.
The tallest wreckage was only three stories tall.
Cuban Zai patted his chest and said confidently: "Commander, believe me, as long as the paragliding suit is not damaged, I will definitely be able to deliver the letter."
Xiao Ming was overjoyed: "Brother, this task will be left to you."
On the way back, I passed by an underground factory area with a row of machines that were well maintained.
Xiao Ming asked curiously: "What is this?"
One militiaman explained: "This is a machine that produces luncheon meat.
It has always been used, but now, there are no pigs."
Without Zhu, Xiao Ming suddenly remembered an old song about beating up little devils: Without food or clothing, the enemy will come forward.
He shook his head to get rid of that somewhat scary thought.
It was already noon when we returned to Wanruo's residence.
Cuba Zai said that the letter could be delivered tonight and asked Xiao Ming to write the letter in advance.
Xiao Ming and Wanruo held a two-person meeting related to the future of Chinatown.
They discussed it for a long time and reached an agreement.
That is, before the food is finished, the vast number of soldiers and civilians in Chinatown, together with Tang Zihong's subordinates, should cooperate with outsiders to start a decisive battle with the little devil.
After the discussion, both of them felt a sense of relief.
It was up to people to make things happen, but it was up to God to make things happen.
The final result was no longer something they could control.
They made the most important decision in life without the tension and fear of life and death.
Yes, if you die with the one you love, it’s not too late to be happy, so why should you be afraid?
When Xiao Ming started writing, he discovered that he couldn't write many words, so he had to let Wan Rui do it for him.
She coquettishly poked his head: "You are a bad classmate who doesn't like to study, how long do I have to help you?"
He stuck out his tongue and said: "Good students will naturally help bad students, and it is best to help them for a lifetime."
The two looked at each other and grinned.
This conversation suddenly happened to them when they were sitting at the same table in elementary school.
At that time, he always copied her homework and peeked at her test papers during exams.
Unexpectedly, this scene would reappear ten years later.
The arrangement of fate is truly wonderful.
A beautiful blush appeared on her face.
The once delicate and delicate little girl had grown into a graceful and incomparably beautiful girl.
Xiao Ming's heart swayed, and he said with a shy face: "Wanru classmate, can I have a taste of your little mouth?"
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As if ashamed, he scratched his face with his fingers: "Classmate Xiao Ming, you are so shameless" Not being ashamed, he admitted it, grabbed her little hand, opened his big mouth, and moved it towards her small mouth.
Her eyes were trembling, half pushing and half giving.
But at this moment, my daughter burst into tears at an inappropriate time, like a frightened deer, and jumped to the side: "Bad boy, hold your daughter, I'm going to write a letter."
Xiao Ming, whose good fortune was interrupted, frowned, picked up his daughter, and kissed her hard on the little face.
She started crying even more: