Chapter 135: Fight
The sound pressure from the other side is very strong, and one can feel the other party's powerful aura and extremely cunning temperament just by the sound.
Luo Jiu chuckled and sat up straight. "At this time, you still have the mood to guess riddles with me. It's Marshal Zhang, right?"
The other party was surprised, "Hey, how did you know?"
Luo Jiu smiled and said, "First, listen to the accent; second, at this time, most people regard us as plague gods and try to avoid us. Anyone who dares to contact me must be a ruthless person;
Thirdly, we killed 50,000 Japanese soldiers. Marshal Zhang has the support of Japan, so I’m sure you’ve had to worry about the Japanese soldiers’ faces a lot today, right?
I guess you can't sleep and don't want me to sleep well.
Maybe you were cursing just now and called that damn girl. If I don’t have a good life, she won’t have a good life either.”
Marshal Zhang laughed at the other end of the phone. "Interesting. My people came out from Hongdao and reported that the leader of the National Salvation Army is a young girl, and the army commander is a stronger young girl.
I still didn't believe it, wondering why the girl would resort to violence? Could she be the reincarnation of Hua Mulan?
Haha, after hearing you say that, I believe you are a capable person. "
Luo Jiu gritted her teeth. She felt quite complicated while talking to this person.
Mr. Zhang was able to dominate the Northeast and stay there for two generations. His ability and ability to control his subordinates are unquestionable.
But he had done too many wrong things. Thinking that he would kill outstanding members of our party in the future, Luo Jiu wanted to blow him up right now.
But then I thought about how he was finally killed by the Japanese because he refused to obey them, so I wanted to persuade him to lay down his butcher knife early and return to the right path.
The leaders of our party spoke highly of his son, calling the Young Marshal a national hero, patriot and meritorious service.
Luo Jiu guessed that it was mostly because of his contribution to the Chang'an Incident that our party was more tolerant of the Young Marshal.
But his father is considered an enemy of our party, so it is really hard to say polite words to him.
She once saw a historian's evaluation of Lao Zhang, saying that he was more than a pure puppet but less than a nationalist.
Luo Jiu gritted his teeth and thought, you are a great hero, why can't you love your country with us?
She said with mixed feelings: "Senior, since you are calling me at this time, let's not beat around the bush and get straight to the point."
Lao Zhang smiled and said, "That's great. I want to discuss something with you. Can you hand over some people so that I can report to the mission?"
It doesn’t have to be much, two thousand will be fine.
I will turn around and tell the Japanese that I killed 20,000 of your national salvation soldiers. I will give you half of the profits. "
"Benefits? Haha," Luo Jiu sneered twice, "I don't think so. How about this, I also want to discuss something with you.
I will cover the annual military pay for your 300,000-man army. Do you dare to lend them to me for a month?"
"Hey? You little girl, do you think the army is an object? Can you borrow it? I lend it to you, do you dare to use it?"
"If you dare to borrow, I dare to use."
There was silence for a few seconds on the other end of the phone, and then he said angrily: "I won't lend it to you!"
Luo Jiu was also annoyed, "If you don't want to lend it to me, just go to sleep. You want me to send my soldiers to die? No way.
Also, think carefully. Don't always think that you are very smart for playing both sides between the Chinese and the Japanese. The Japanese will blow you to death sooner or later.
If you want to live a good life, don't mess with the progressive people in the country, otherwise I will blow you up before the Japanese do."
Old Zhang was furious, "You damned girl, you are cursing me? If you want to kill me, I will kill you first."
Luo Jiu challenged with a smile, "Go ahead, you are so awesome, why don't you dare to go against the foreigners?
Old man, you are so arrogant. Do you think you can pretend to be ignorant for your whole life? You won't even know how you died.
Do you think you are a hero just because you said you would not be a slave of a conquered nation? You should not do too many wrong things! "
The old man Zhang on the opposite side was confused, "When did I say this? Why don't I understand?"
"I don't understand, so I'm hanging up. I don't want to chat anymore."
Luo Jiu hung up the phone and went to bed.
Old Zhang was so angry that he was furious in the mansion. Zhang Hanqing was awakened by the scolding and came over to ask the guard at the door, "What is my father doing?"
The other person stammered, "I was arguing with someone called... a dead girl."
"Ah?" Zhang Hanqing pushed the door open and said, "Dad, you found me another mother?"
"Get lost! You little bastard!"
The fifteen-year-old marshal was scolded for no reason. The next day he learned that the dead girl was the commander of the National Salvation Army, and he felt a sense of admiration for her.
Apart from anything else, he had never seen anyone who could quarrel with his father and make the old man so angry.
*
Luo Jiu slept until dawn, got up, washed up simply, and inspected the military camp early in the morning.
"Commander, good morning!"
"morning!"
The soldiers in the kitchen were already cooking. Luo Jiu opened the pot and took a look. "Why is this porridge so watery?"
The quartermaster quickly explained, "Commander, we prepared steamed buns, thinking that a thinner porridge would be more filling. And I think this would save some rice. In war, just like in life, every bit counts."
Luo Jiu sighed, knowing that these people were used to living a hard life, and even though they now had the conditions, they were still hesitant. This was the sequelae of poverty.
She patted the quartermaster on the shoulder and said, "Old Chen, your intention is good, but you have to remember that our goal is to win the battle, not to save food.
The soldiers train every day and are ready to fight at any time. If they don't have enough food, there will be big problems.
If we run out of rice, we can buy more or rob the enemy, but if we lose people, we are gone.
I've done the math. The food we brought on the ship, as well as the food left behind by the Japanese, is enough to feed the entire army for three months. You can rest assured.
In the future, we must have standards for cooking porridge. A bowl of porridge should contain at least half a bowl of rice. We must never let the soldiers go hungry."
"Yes!" The quartermaster saluted, "I will ensure that all soldiers have enough for every meal."
Luo Jiu came out of the kitchen and climbed onto the city wall.
It was still early, the city gates were closed, and there were a few small vendors lingering in and out of the city, some carrying baskets, some carrying backpacks filled with goods. These people were thin and hunched, and they looked like the poor people in the troubled times.
Luo Jiu was standing on the tower in deep thought. Feng Qi and Zhong Jialing came over and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Luo Jiu pointed at the people under the city and said, "They should be the ones who are most eager to change their fate. I am thinking about how to unite the broad masses of the people and inject a powerful force into our National Salvation Army."
Zhong Jialing advised: "Don't worry, it's only what time now? Our recruitment newspapers haven't hit the streets yet. We have to give everyone some time to react, right? These people might be the first to join."
Luo Jiu sighed softly, "We have made such a big fuss about recruiting soldiers, but if we can't recruit a few, that old guy Yuan Datou will really laugh to death."
As the three were talking, Cheng Yaoyao called from below the city, "Three officers, grandma wants you to come down for dinner, and by the way, I want to ask you a favor."
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