The Eighth Army is preparing for a joyous occasion: their Miss Qiu is getting married.
Numerous radio stations began to operate, and their contact with Yan'an authorities became increasingly frequent.
Countless secret radio messages were sent back and forth every day, and many spies and Japanese soldiers intercepted some of the intelligence.
The various factions were somewhat bewildered by the words "Miss Qiu is getting married."
The most frequently appearing phrase in the intelligence they intercepted was "Miss Qiu is getting married."
However, they did not know who Miss Qiu was, who she was going to marry, when she was getting married, or where she was getting married.
None of this crucial information appeared in the intelligence report.
The Japanese devils and spies certainly wouldn't think Miss Qiu was a young woman waiting to be married; her name must refer to something specific.
Many people think that this thing is probably referring to tanks.
Miss Qiu's wedding was to move these powerful tanks to a safe place.
No one would even consider bombing Tokyo, because what the Eighth Army was about to do was simply beyond imagination.
No matter what, Taiyuan is inland and far from the island nation, so it doesn't have the conditions to bomb Tokyo.
Moreover, bombing Tokyo is something most people wouldn't even dare to imagine.
Even the usually arrogant and conceited transport captain didn't have such thoughts.
His greatest imagination was to drive the Japanese devils out of China.
He only dared to realize his dream because he was hoping for aid from Western countries.
Therefore, many people are speculating whether the Eighth Army is preparing to move from Taiyuan City back into the mountains.
While outsiders were making wild guesses, Li Yunlong was standing at the entrance of the command post, looking like a lowly lackey.
He looked at the people in the command post, barely daring to breathe, his forehead covered in sweat, and his uniform soaked through.
He used to be quite afraid of these people, but after hearing Li Chang'an talk about the establishment of the new China, he respected them even more.
Although this group of people were wearing tattered military uniforms and were arguing fiercely about Miss Qiu's marriage plan, Li Yunlong did not dare to underestimate them in the slightest.
Because among people who are arguing, you could pick any one of them and beat the crap out of them in a one-on-one situation.
Neither his seniority nor his ability to command and fight is something Li Yunlong can easily provoke.
"Commander Li, why don't you come and discuss this with us? After all, you're in charge of Miss Qiu's wedding, so we should respect your opinion."
"Don't you all agree?"
After the group had finished arguing, they looked at Li Yunlong at the door and waved to him.
The newly appointed Master Li, upon hearing someone call his name, eagerly ran over.
Li Yunlong is no longer under the command of the 129th Division, but is now directly under the headquarters.
However, headquarters did not have the authority to order Li Yunlong to deploy. For the tank division to be mobilized, it required the joint order of those people in Yan'an.
The brigade commander, who controls all the tanks, can only mobilize them in emergency situations.
The current Eighth Army considers these tanks to be of utmost importance.
These three thousand tanks are something that concerns the future of the world; there can be no mistakes.
In his words, "If you don't make a sound, you don't need to; but when you do, you must shock the whole world."
This bombing of Tokyo was the time for the Chinese nation to flex its muscles to the world.
Miss Qiu's marriage must tell the world that the Chinese people have stood up.
The voice of the Chinese people must be heard quietly by the whole world.
From now on, no one will be allowed to speak loudly to the Chinese people.
Li Yunlong stepped forward, his heart and body trembling with excitement.
He felt that his family's ancestral graves were now starting to emit auspicious smoke.
Old Li's ancestors are probably jumping around wildly in their coffins.
If it rains, and God sees the state of their ancestral graves, He'll surely strike down a few bolts of lightning.
In Li Chang'an's words, having the opportunity to stand beside them in this lifetime, it's only right that his ancestral graves be struck by lightning a few times.
Wiping the sweat from his brow with trembling hands, Li Yunlong pointed to the map and began to speak.
"For this bombing of Tokyo, I plan to take two Miss Qius with me, and then move fifty tanks away."
A commander looked at Li Yunlong and asked, "Comrade Yunlong, aren't fifty tanks too few? After all, you're going to bomb Tokyo, which is the Japanese stronghold."
"Once you get there, they'll definitely give you a hard time. The Japanese planes may not be as advanced as those of the West, but can our fifty tanks really take them down?"
Li Yunlong smiled upon hearing this: "Please rest assured, Commander, fifty tanks are enough."
"The Japanese planes have been coming to Taiyuan to conduct reconnaissance these past few days. Our soldiers have also engaged them in several air battles in tanks, and they completely dominated them."
"Dozens of Japanese planes are no match for our tanks. Once they encounter our tanks, they have no chance of escape."
"So fifty tanks are more than enough."
Upon hearing this, the leaders exchanged glances and then grinned.
They liked the spirit that Li Yunlong had.
"Alright, let's proceed as planned. We'll head to Tokyo in a couple of days and have our Miss Qiu marry there, so that she can have a happy marriage at the foot of Mount Fuji."
"By the way, Commander Li, when you go to bomb this time, remember to select some elite soldiers. Be extremely careful."
In order to formulate the plan to bomb Tokyo, these veteran leaders didn't get a proper rest for several days and nights.
They argued fiercely over this plan, some even glaring at each other and sometimes slamming their fists on the table and cursing.
After the leaders left, Li Yunlong was left behind.
"Commander Li, after the liberation of all of China, you, Political Commissar Zhao, Kong Jie, and Ding Wei will stay in the rear and work with our Chinese scientists to research and manufacture Miss Qiu."
"No matter what happens, you stay there and focus on your research."
"OK?
Li Yunlong paused for a moment upon hearing this.
I know how to fight, but I doubt I can handle what happens after the war.
Working with a group of scientists is the best arrangement for him.
"Yes, I will obey all orders."
The man took a puff of his cigarette, then smiled and waved, signaling Li Yunlong to leave.
Looking at the empty command post, he muttered to himself, but no one heard what he was saying. It was as if he were talking to someone from another era.
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