Hearing this, Catherine couldn't help but tremble in her heart.
The U.S.
Navy was defeated again.
The losses were so huge.
There is really no country in the Pacific that can compete with Japan.
Next, I am afraid that Hawaii will fall to the enemy, followed closely by the West Coast and Los Angeles.
She walked into the headquarters, and the radio began to praise Wang Puppet.
Translator Zheng turned off the radio and greeted: "Ms.
Stanley, what kind of wind brought you here."
Catherine said: "I came here to hope that you can solve the problem of anesthesia.
It is too painful for the injured to have their limbs amputated without anesthesia.
Please help these children."
Wu Changqing said: "The base area has limited conditions and all the anesthetics have been used up.
Even the narcotics in Beitai Pharmacy have been taken back by our agents.
It is still not enough.
But don't worry, we have thought of a solution.
We use opium and Morphine for pain relief.”
Catherine said: "Wouldn't that lead to drug addiction?"
Translator Zheng sighed: "War is cruel, and no one can guarantee that they will survive until the day of victory, even if they are addicted to drugs."
Catherine was silent for a long time and then said: "I noticed that you are listening to the enemy's radio station."
Zheng translated: "The base area is remote and the channels for obtaining intelligence are limited.
We can only know the situation outside through this method.
However, we will judge it ourselves, selectively believe it, or simply judge in the opposite direction, such as what we just heard.
The so-called victory at Midway is a complete lie.”
Catherine said: "Your statement is very interesting.
Can you explain it in detail?"
Zheng translated: "The radio station is one of the most important means of propaganda.
It always reports good news but not bad news.
It never talks about the defeats of the imperial army.
This is a fixed pattern.
Furthermore, through our battles with the Japanese army, We clearly understand that their senior leaders are incompetent, their middle managers are ambitious, and their lower-level officers and soldiers are of the best quality, and are far superior to our country in tactics. , but it was extremely failed at the strategic level.
Take the war of aggression against China as an example.
It was hesitant and fearful of wolves in the front and tigers in the back.
It continued to increase troops, resulting in deep mud.
The resources obtained in the occupied areas were not enough to make up for the materials for launching the war.
Attrition, if Japan launched a general war in 37 years and pushed to the southwest in one go, China would have been destroyed by then. " He took a sip of water and continued: "After the Japanese combined fleet attacked Pearl Harbor, it was a arrogant soldier, and the U.S.
Navy suffered heavy losses.
It was an unjust injustice.
The superiors and subordinates shared the same hatred of the enemy.
They were pitiful soldiers who suffered hardships.
How can a sad soldier encounter an arrogant soldier?
Can fail, take a step back and say, even if the news is true, the United States The country was defeated, but with the perseverance and strong industrial capabilities of the American people, it was able to recover in less than a year.
As for landing in the United States, humming, the United States has a vast territory and everyone has guns.
It is not comparable to the Chinese battlefield. , the logistical pressure alone can drag down little Japan to death.”
Catherine suddenly realized that this translator Zheng was no ordinary person.
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She asked, "I think you must be more than just a translator."
Ye Xuefeng smiled and said: "Old Zheng is the propaganda director of our Jiangbei Special Committee."
Catherine's eyes widened: "Then I'm going to interview you.
I've always wanted to contact your senior management but haven't had the chance."
Zheng translated: "Isn't the opportunity coming?"
Wu Changqing and Ye Xuefeng picked up their hats and weapons and took them out, leaving room for American reporters to conduct interviews.
Catherine was honest and fair: "We all know that Japan is bound to lose, so after the victory, how should your party deal with it?"
Translator Zheng spoke eloquently: "The ultimate goal of our party is to end the dictatorship of the Kuomintang's one-party dictatorship and build China into a great democratic, free, prosperous and powerful country like the United States."
At the headquarters of the Jiangbei Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Army, Chen Zikun sat in a corner catching lice.
The environment in the countryside was harsh, and even the commander-in-chief was not immune.
While he was groping on his body, he chatted with the old farmers about homely matters.
The weather this year has been bad.
Not a drop of rain has fallen so far.
The crops in the fields have withered.
The Dawang River has stopped flowing, and the dry and cracked soil at the bottom of the river can be seen.
The water level of the Huai River has also dropped to an unprecedented low.
This year is destined to be a bad year.
Disaster year.
Jiangbei countryside is Chen Zikun's base camp.
The consequences of famine are quite terrible.
It will directly lead to the instability of the foundation of rule and a severe drought.
He has no way to produce food.
He can only discuss with a group of subordinates to purchase food for disaster relief.
Food prices in the Kuomintang-controlled areas have skyrocketed. , it is difficult to find sources of goods, and the only way is to find a way from the Japanese-occupied areas.
"Take out some of the special goods in stock and transport them to Shanghai to sell them in exchange for food for disaster relief."
Chen Zikun said.
The so-called special goods are opium produced in Jiangbei.
There are 100,000 acres of tobacco fields on the outskirts of Beitai City.
It is nominally a commercial crop experimental field for the imperial government.
In fact, everyone from managers to agricultural workers has been infiltrated by Chen Zikun's people.
The opium produced every year As well as refined heroin, at least 30% went into the pockets of the guerrillas.
Gai Longquan said: "These white goods are the foundation of our family.
They are going to be put to great use.
What will we do when we use them up?"
Chen Shou refuted him: "You have to spend your money wisely.
If you don't use it in disaster years, when will you use it?
Do you wait until people starve to death before buying food?"
Chen Zikun made a decision: "That's it.
Throw everything out in exchange for food.
This move is related to the life and death of hundreds of thousands of people.
We can't be careless.
We have to send capable people to handle it."
Liang Maocai, who had been silent all the time, said: "I'll go."
Liang Maocai, who had been dormant for a long time, took action again and escorted a ship of opium to Shanghai.
Along the way, he encountered people from all walks of life who interrogated him.
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He bribed those who should be bribed, intimidated those who should be intimidated, and killed those who should be ruthless without hesitation.
In short, there was a surprise.
Arriving in Shanghai without any danger, I found Li Yaoting's contact.
Li Yaoting has now transformed into a senator of Shanghai Special City.
Everyone laments that Boss Li has also fallen into the water, but they don't know that he shoulders a special mission.
"With so much opium flooding into the market, I'm afraid the price will drop.
Besides, I can't afford to buy so much."
Li Yaoting also had difficulties facing a ship full of opium.
"We don't want money, we want food."
Liang Maocai made the request straightforwardly.
Li Yaoting shook his head: "It's easier to ask for money.
I have plenty of reserve notes, and I can even scrape together some gold bars and US dollars, but there is really nothing I can do about food.
Now people in Shanghai eat all aged food.
Even restaurants like Xinya Hotel High-end restaurants also provide some cereals to fool customers.
If you want a few hundred kilograms of rice, I can still think of a way, but if you want more, I can’t do anything.”
Liang Maocai knew that Li Yaoting was one of his own and would never shirk the blame.
However, he escorted this ship of opium to Shanghai.
He couldn't just take it back intact.
Something had to be changed.
When he said this, Li Yaoting said: "I I suggest you go to Deputy Chief Yan.
He is close to the Japanese and he must be able to find a solution."
After some arrangements, Liang Maocai met Yan Qingyu in a Japanese-owned hotel in Hongkou.
The two sat cross-legged on the tatami, and the singing of Japanese soldiers could be heard faintly outside the partition.
The tune was sad and tear-jerking.
"The Japanese were defeated in the Pacific, and anyone with a discerning eye knows that they won't be able to survive for a few more years."
Yan Qingyu helped Liang Maocai pour the wine.
The Japanese tableware was extremely fine, and the dishes were also very delicate, but they always had a small family atmosphere.
Liang Maocai said: "I heard on the radio that the Japanese won the war.
It turned out to be nonsense."
Yan Qingyu said: "It's just a cover-up.
I heard from people in the Navy that the Combined Fleet lost several aircraft carriers.
You know, Japan is short of resources.
The Combined Fleet is the essence of what they have saved for decades.
One less aircraft carrier will be destroyed." , it is extremely difficult to replenish personnel, ships and aircraft, the Americans It's different.
Once the big factories opened, the ships were like dumplings.
How can it be compared?
All the shortwave radios in Shanghai residents' homes were confiscated and destroyed.
They just didn't let the people know the real war situation.
They broadcast all day long about the victory of the imperial army.
No matter how powerful you are, it’s all bullshit.”
The two laughed heartily.
Suddenly the partition was rudely pushed open, and a Japanese captain with a bandage on his head walked in.
He smelled of alcohol and said viciously: "China people, what are you laughing at?"
The hotel proprietress hurriedly came to persuade, but a group of defeated imperial soldiers refused to give in and insisted on beating them to vent their anger.
Yan Qingyu showed off his title of deputy minister of the government to no avail.
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Seeing that a fierce fight was inevitable, suddenly Liang Maocai shouted loudly: "Baga Yalu" and knocked down the troublemaking captain with one slap.
The melee started.
Yan Qingyu dodged left and right.
Liang Maocai grabbed a saber and beat the drunkards staggering around with the scabbard.
After that, he severely scolded them in Japanese.
When the imperial army saw that they had encountered a master of swordsmanship, they thought they had met one.
The other party was a senior member of the Black Dragon Society, and all of them were dejected and resigned.
Yan Qingyu paid the bill, compensated for the losses in the store, pulled Liang Maocai and left quickly, getting into the car with lingering fear: "It will be troublesome if the military police are called."
Liang Maocai said: "Aren't you from the imperial agency?
You still can't deal with such a trivial matter."
Yan Qingyu said: "It's no problem to settle things.
Now the military police have learned to be smart.
Everything requires money, including U.S. dollars and gold bars.
Military reserve certificates are just like wipes."
Liang Maocai said: "Can't it be something else?"
Yan Qingyu said: "Okay, kerosene, matches, dyes, and even wine bottles are better than banknotes.
There is a joke that there are two brothers in the concession.
The elder brother has been saving money, and the younger brother eats and drinks, and his favorite drink is beer.
This After drinking thousands of bottles of beer over the past few years, the empty bottles were piled in the backyard.
As a result, all the money my brother saved has been turned into waste paper.
My brother's empty bottles have been replaced with a lot of things.
To put it bluntly, Shanghai is now short of everything. " Liang Maocai said: "I have tens of thousands of kilograms of opium, and I want to exchange it for grain.
Can Deputy Chief Yan help me with this?"
Yan Qingyu was startled: "Opium, that's hard currency, the same as gold, but buying all the food is too big, and it will alarm the military.
You know that food is a military-controlled war preparation material and cannot be touched, but you can think of a way , start from the following links, and I will help you find someone.”
Suddenly there was loud gunfire in front of him.
Yan Qingyu braked to a sudden stop, bent down and reversed the car.
After retreating for dozens of meters, he realized that the gunshot was not aimed at him, but two groups of people were shooting at each other across the road, and both sides were shooting at each other.
Wearing a pseudo-government police uniform.
Yan Qingyu raised his head and said happily: "Luo Junqiang's tax policeman and the police station are fighting.
It's fun to watch."
Liang Maocai said: "Chief Yan, those two moves you made just now were very neat."
Yan Qingyu said with a sneer: "They were all forced.
The Wang government was very infighting and killing each other.
Four months ago, Wu Sibao died suddenly in Suzhou on the 76th.
Some people said that the Japanese killed him, and some said that the Japanese killed him.
People say Li Shiqun silenced him, but it was all internal strife anyway, so I thought of a way to help you get food."
"Oh, how to say" "Go to Luo Junqiang from the Tax Police Corps.
They are responsible for collecting grain.
If you take the grain away before entering the Japanese warehouse, it will be said that it was burned by the New Fourth Army.
Wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?"
Liang Maocai raised his thumb and said: "Chang Yan is tall, really tall
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