Chapter 215 I Went Mad During the Republic of China Era 31
Before setting off, Zhou Jue sent a telegram to Yan'an and then began to sort out supplies.
Soon, the system excitedly pulled up a long list of light screens.
[The Japanese warships, including the battleship Nagato, totaled 132.]
[893 Type 97 medium tanks and 1527 Type 95 light tanks.]
[More than 3,400 pieces of equipment, including Type 92 infantry guns, various mountain guns, and field guns.]
[Approximately 500,000 light and heavy weapons, including the Type 92 heavy machine gun, the Type 99 light machine gun, and the Type 38 rifle.]
[All kinds of ammunition and shells, in total... uh, too much, let's say in tons, about two hundred thousand tons.]
Medicines, fabrics, canned goods, rice, flour, and other logistical supplies filled three warehouse spaces.
Zhou Jue looked at the list and ran his finger across it: "Pack everything except the warships."
[Okay, host! The 'Yan'an Newbie Gift Pack' has been packaged for you!]
Zhou Jue disappeared in Shanghai.
...
Northern Shaanxi, Yan'an.
Inside a simple cave dwelling, several leaders were gathered around an old map, discussing something.
Outside the cave dwelling, a messenger rushed in, stumbling and crawling, his voice trembling.
"Instructor! Instructor! Telegram!"
General Zhu put down his pipe and spoke in a loud voice.
"What's all the fuss about? Are the Japanese at our doorstep?"
"No! It's...it's a telegram from Comrade Xinghuo!" The messenger handed over the telegram, his face flushed with excitement.
The instructor snatched the telegram, glanced at it, and his breathing became rapid.
"Comrade Xinghuo...is coming to Yan'an!"
"What?" General Zhu also came over, snatched the telegram, read it, then slapped his thigh and burst into laughter.
"Great! Great! This Comrade Xinghuo, I've only heard his voice but never seen him. I thought he was some kind of deity descending to earth. Finally, I'm going to meet him in person!"
Mr. Zhou, who was standing to the side, pushed up his glasses, his face also full of smiles.
"I've said it before: the ones who can deliver such intelligence, send so many resources to various places, and make such a big commotion must be our comrades! They are truly comrades with faith!"
The instructor placed the telegram on the table, tapping his fingers lightly on the surface, but his brows furrowed slightly.
"Do you think these recent events have anything to do with Comrade Xinghuo?"
He paused, then lowered his voice.
"The 'disappearance of the fleet' in Hangzhou Bay, the 'sunshine from the sky' in Shanghai, and the 'earthquake' at Pingxingguan Pass—these are not things that ordinary people could do."
General Zhu tapped his pipe on the sole of his shoe and said nonchalantly.
"Who cares if they're ordinary people! Anyone who can fight the Japanese is a good person! They're our comrades! I've heard that the world is in chaos right now, and many Taoist priests from famous mountains and rivers have gone down to save the country. Maybe Comrade Xinghuo is a remarkable person with great abilities!"
“Old Zhu is right.” Mr. Zhou nodded. “No matter what Comrade Xinghuo’s identity is, her heart is with us and with the people of this country, and that’s enough. We should welcome her with the utmost sincerity.”
The instructor nodded slowly, his gaze falling once again on the brief telegram.
"Arrange for comrades to meet us at the valley entrance in advance."
...
Zhou Jue appeared in a valley not far from the organization's stronghold. She found a huge, dry cave.
"Brother Tongzi, put the 'Yan'an Gift Package' here."
[Received! Deploying!]
The next second, the empty cave was filled to the brim with mountains of supplies. Weapon boxes, ammunition boxes, bags of food, and boxes of medicine were piled up all the way to the cave entrance.
After doing all this, Zhou Jue clapped his hands and walked towards the organization.
She hadn't gone far when two young soldiers in gray uniforms emerged from behind a sloping hill, their rifles pointed at her.
"Halt! Who goes there?"
“I’m Xinghuo, and I’m here to see the instructor,” Zhou Jue replied.
"Spark?" The two young soldiers exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.
One of them reacted quickly, immediately lowering his gun and stammering, "You...you are Comrade Xinghuo? Please come with me!"
After saying that, he led Zhou Jue forward, while the other soldier turned around and ran quickly to the back.
Not long after, a series of hurried footsteps approached.
Mr. Zhou, General Zhu, and the instructor rushed over almost at a jog.
When they saw that the person following the young soldier was just a young girl in her early twenties dressed in ordinary clothes, they were all stunned.
General Zhu scratched his head, and asked somewhat uncertainly, "You...you are Comrade Xinghuo?"
"It's me."
Zhou Jue nodded, suppressing his excitement, and solemnly saluted the group.
"Instructor, Mr. Zhou, General Zhu! Xinghuo reporting for duty!"
The instructor stepped forward and shook Zhou Jue's hand: "Comrade Xinghuo, you've worked hard!"
Mr. Zhou stepped forward, smiling, and said, "Quickly! Come in with us!"
Zhou Jue grinned, then turned and pointed to the valley behind him: "Commanders, please come with me first. The supplies are over there. We'll feel more at ease if we bring them back first, but we'll need you to send people to transport them."
General Zhu was delighted: "Go! Erwazi, go and call a squad of men over!"
"Yes!" The young soldier beside him was also very excited.
"Wait, one squad might not be enough, we have a lot of stuff." Zhou Jue called out to the young soldier who was about to leave.
The instructor laughed heartily: "You old Zhu, listen to Comrade Xinghuo, be bold! Erwazi, call a whole battalion of brothers over here!"
Mr. Zhou patted General Zhu on the shoulder: "Old Zhu, have you forgotten the telegram from the Northeast Anti-Japanese United Army?"
Hahahaha, everyone burst into laughter.
When Erwazi summoned a battalion of soldiers, Zhou Jue looked over and saw that there were only about 500 men. Zhou Jue thought to herself, "These people don't seem to be enough!" However, she didn't mention it again and led everyone to set off.
After rounding a bend, everyone stopped in their tracks when they saw the cave filled with supplies.
The soldiers following behind dropped their rifles to the ground with a clatter.
General Zhu's eyes widened like copper bells. He rushed to the cave entrance in three strides and pried open a wooden box.
Inside were neatly arranged, brand-new Type 96 machine guns, the oil on the gun bodies still wet.
He pried open another one; it was a bright yellow bullet.
Pry open another one, and you'll find a hand grenade.
"My goodness..." he muttered to himself, reaching out to touch a machine gun as if caressing a priceless treasure.
A young regimental commander rushed over, carrying a box of bullets. The tall man, standing at 1.8 meters, was overcome with tears streaming down his face.
"We're saved...we have bullets...the soldiers don't have to fight the Japanese anymore with their broadswords..."
"There's also grain! It's rice!"
"Oh my god! There's medicine too! So much penicillin!"
"Instructor, with so many weapons, our regiment should get a larger share!"
Cheers and cries echoed through the valley.
...
In the cave dwellings of Yan'an, oil lamps were replaced with captured gas lamps, which were as bright as day.
Zhou Jue and several leaders sat around a table.
Zhou Jue pushed a list over.
"This is part of the list of supplies I brought this time. Take a look and see if there's anything missing. I'll bring it next time."
The instructor picked up the list, glanced at it, and his hand trembled.
The list alone includes 100,000 rifles, tens of thousands of light and heavy machine guns, and millions of rounds of ammunition.
He looked up at Zhou Jue, his voice a little hoarse: "Comrade Xinghuo, this... is enough for us to fight a major battle."
“Not enough.” Zhou Jue shook his head: “To win, to hold, it’s far from enough.”
She looked at the leaders and spoke slowly.
"Besides these army equipment, I also have a fleet under my command."
"What?!" General Zhu dropped the pipe he had just lit from his mouth: "A...fleet?"
“Yes.” Zhou Jue nodded: “The Japanese Third Fleet and the Shanghai Expeditionary Army’s transport fleet are both here with me. More than a hundred ships, including battleships and cruisers. Find a reliable port, and I can send the ships to you tonight.”
A deathly silence fell over the cave dwelling.
The leaders looked at each other, and in each other's eyes they saw four words: inconceivable.
They were from the army, from humble backgrounds, and they couldn't even imagine what it would be like to have a navy.
Ignoring their shock, Zhou Jue took out several more rolls of blueprints from his pocket and placed them on the table.
"These are blueprints. Some of them are the most advanced weapons currently in service with the Japanese, such as the Type 97 tank and the Type 92 infantry gun. Our arsenal can try to copy them."
She paused, then pushed on another roll of blueprints.
"This part is something better than theirs; it's our own."
With trembling hands, Mr. Zhou opened the top roll of blueprints. On the title page of the blueprints were several Chinese characters he had never seen before.
He pointed to one of the design drawings, on which the aircraft had a strange shape, no propeller, and a huge circular nozzle at the tail.
His voice carried a hint of confusion and curiosity.
"Comrade Xinghuo, what does 'jet fighter jet' mean?"
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