On the morning of July 8, 1942.
Yan'an, Shaanxi.
As dawn broke, a ray of sunlight pierced through the thick clouds, bringing a touch of warmth to the eye.
"Clap clap clap clap—"
The air was filled with the sounds of firecrackers and drums, and the smell of gunpowder made it feel incredibly lively.
At this moment, inside a cave.
Inside the conference room of the Eighth Route Army headquarters, several leaders sat at a table, with cigarette ash and butts scattered all over the floor.
Each of them wore a solemn and sorrowful expression, clearly having spent the entire night without sleep after receiving news of the Japanese surrender.
"Old Li, have all the arrangements for the incorporation been made?" The leader was silent for a moment, then looked up and asked Old Li across from him.
"Yes, it's all arranged!" Old Li nodded and said, "Last night, I issued the order to all units to incorporate the Japanese troops, but..."
Old Li didn't say anything more, but everyone understood what he meant.
The boss picked up where he left off, sighed, and said, "Hey! Leader, you don't know, although we were one step ahead of Baldy, the Japanese soldiers we recruited simply refused to surrender to us. They said their orders were to surrender to the regular Chinese army, not to us guerrillas."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "Right now, the bald guy is at the height of his power. He has not only occupied 90 percent of the territory, but also controlled all the core cities. I think these little devils are clearly just trying to change their guise and continue to wage war."
“I think that’s about right,” Lao Li agreed. “In the matter of western Guangdong, Bald Head ordered the troops to retreat across the board, which obviously means that the US is supporting them. Now they have 4.3 million regular troops and 2 million Japanese soldiers, with a total force of over 6 million. Sooner or later they will take action against us.”
"We have to be on guard!"
Several other leaders chimed in, "Old Li, it's obvious to everyone that Baldy is targeting us. I think we need to be prepared!"
"That's right, we must prepare in advance!" The commander nodded and said, "Although we only have 600,000 troops, as long as we unite as one and work together, we can definitely fight the bald man!"
"Of course!"
The other leaders all agreed.
Because Lin Feng ended the Japanese invasion war ahead of schedule, the Eighth Route Army did not follow history and make arrangements in Northeast China in advance to form the Northeast Field Army.
As a result, in terms of manpower, they were only a fraction of the number of the bald men.
The leader lit a cigarette, took two deep drags, and exhaled the smoke. "At this stage, our most important task is to reorganize the troops and form the Northwest Field Army, the Central Plains Field Army, the East China Field Army, the Northeast Field Army, and the South China Field Army. Including the North China Field Army that has already been formed, we will have a total of six field armies."
"Six field armies?"
The leaders exchanged glances, then nodded in agreement, saying, "That's a good idea. We can take advantage of the gap in the Japanese-occupied territory to quickly assemble our troops and build up sufficient combat power! This will build up our strength for the future counter-offensive!"
"Your insight is brilliant, sir!"
"Yes, that's definitely a good idea!"
"The old leader is indeed shrewd and calculating!"
Everyone agreed.
The leader smiled with satisfaction upon hearing this.
Next, the leaders began to discuss the specific plan, and the meeting did not end until noon.
Stepping out of the meeting room, the leader and Lao Li sat by the stone mill, each holding a bowl of paomo (a type of flatbread soaked in mutton soup) and eating.
While eating paomo (a type of flatbread soaked in mutton soup) and munching on dried chili peppers, the leader said, "Old Li, the bald guy has the troops, weapons, and ammunition left behind by the Japanese, as well as the support of the US. What do you think our chances of winning are if we fight the bald guy head-on?"
Old Li took a bite of the dry bread, chuckled, and said, "Leader, if we rely solely on a hard fight, our chances of winning are very high. After all, Bald Wang has long lost the hearts of the Chinese people, while we have a mass base. It just takes three to four years to complete the unification."
"So, the odds of winning are pretty high!"
The leader nodded slightly, ate two dried chili peppers, and a faint smile appeared on his lips, as if he had already seen the dawn of victory.
"Boss, that's not right of you. Are you trying to play riddles with me?"
Old Li rolled his eyes and said irritably, "You have a trump card in your hand that makes Baldy tremble with fear, so why are you still so hesitant! I remember Baldy has been secretly sending people to investigate Chen Ergou. A dignified second-level general of the National Army, he suddenly disappeared."
"Hehehe..." The leader laughed awkwardly and said, "Old Li, don't blame me. I also wanted to reveal my hand, but the key is that I'm worried that the intervention of the National League for Democracy's army will trigger international condemnation. If the US intervenes directly, it won't be good for our newly established regime or for the National League for Democracy!"
"Are you playing games with me again? I know you too well. When you mentioned reorganizing the troops, I bet you already had a plan in mind!" Old Li glared at the leader and continued, "Since you're already so confident, why are you still hiding things from me? What's the meaning of this?"
"Uh..." The leader touched the tip of his nose, chuckled, and said, "Haha! You understand me, Lao Li!"
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On the morning of July 8, 1942.
At 8:12 a.m., the National League for Democracy (NLD) forces from North Vietnam entered Tokyo and began taking over police stations and gendarmerie agencies throughout the city, as well as clearing out any remaining anti-Japanese elements.
The security situation in Tokyo is gradually returning to normal.
At 9:01 AM, the Japanese army's eastward advance corps, at the request of the Lao National League for Democracy Commander-in-Chief Chen He, was gradually disarmed and then taken to a prisoner-of-war camp.
At 9:23 AM, Japanese troops in Southeast Asia emerged from cities and forests and surrendered to the National League for Democracy (NLD) in Cambodia...
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