Eight o'clock in the evening.
In a villa in Taiyuan City.
Lin Feng and his boss sat on the sofa. On the coffee table in front of them were several cups of tea, several packs of cigarettes, and a map of China.
The leader was a heavy smoker, and his lips were covered in red marks from smoking.
"So, how do you plan to manage Shanxi next?" The leader spat out his cigarette butt and looked at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng smiled slightly: "Commander, didn't you come all the way from Yan'an specifically to resolve this matter?"
"Ha ha!"
The leader laughed heartily and patted Lin Feng on the shoulder forcefully, "You rascal, you can't hide anything from you!"
"I didn't expect someone so young to be so composed. That's similar to me; I also like to be patient and keep a low profile. I have to endure even the slightest setback because only in this way can I ensure that the fruits of victory are not damaged."
Lin Feng lowered his head and sighed bitterly, "But I slowly feel myself losing my edge and fighting spirit."
"Oh? Why?"
The leader looked slightly surprised.
"Sir, I'll just ask you this simple question."
"If I had a hundred bombers to attack cities occupied by the Japanese, do you think we would succeed?"
The leader paused for a moment, then took a book out of his pocket and handed it to Lin Feng, saying, "Take a look at this book."
Lin Feng's pupils contracted sharply as he quickly flipped through the words on the cover: "Persistent Occupation".
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"The demise of the Japanese army was an inevitable outcome. They were the invaders, and we were the resisters; it was just that our methods were somewhat different."
"However, on the battlefield, no country is immortal; it is always a cycle of victory and defeat and change of power."
"Therefore, I believe that persistence is the only correct choice."
Lin Feng listened silently.
“I know you have some R-series weapons and equipment that can win several or dozens of battles, but the Japanese are on our territory, and the people in the occupied areas are their hostages. It’s easy for us to take a city, but what about the people? I know this is a problem you’ve been thinking about.”
Lin Feng slowly raised his head and looked at his leader.
The leader continued, "So, that's why I wrote this book, 'Persistent Divination.' Do you understand?"
Lin Feng took a deep breath, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Understood."
The so-called protracted occupation was the leader's thinking about the future, as well as his understanding of the overall situation of the War of Resistance.
Japan is a small country with a large population and scarce resources, while China has vast land and a large population. As long as they can get through this period, Japan will eventually pay the price for their actions.
“I agree with your point of view; we do indeed need to adopt a protracted military occupation,” Lin Feng said.
The leader nodded. "It's good that you agree."
He reached out and took another drag of his cigarette before extinguishing it. "I'm here today partly to commemorate those comrades who sacrificed their lives, and partly to address the issues in Shanxi."
"To secure Shanxi, we must not only face the threat from the Japanese army, but also the threat from the Second War Zone."
"This requires us to win the support of all levels of society from political, military, and economic perspectives."
"Especially in the political sphere."
"Only with the support of the political circles can we stabilize our rear in Shanxi and allow us to devote ourselves fully to the front-line battlefield."
Do you understand this?
Lin Feng nodded slightly; he naturally understood his leader's meaning.
The problem is that his broken system isn't a farming system; it's a system where enemies are chasing him!
If there were no enemies, how could he possibly farm?
He is not an expert in people's livelihood, politics, military affairs, or economics.
"Now that you understand, I'm going to assign you some tasks."
The leader placed the book he was holding on the coffee table and continued, "First of all, politically, we need to win the support of local forces, such as Lao Yan."
"Now the Second War Zone and the Shanxi government are both under Yan Xishan's control. He is a cunning and shrewd man. If he has any disloyal intentions, it will be very disadvantageous for us."
"So you should try your best to win him over and let him understand your good intentions, while also paying attention to his movements and absolutely not letting him do anything reckless."
Hearing this, Lin Feng's head was spinning.
He immediately offered his idea: "Commander, I'm barely good at fighting, but I'm not good at politics. How about this, the Eighth Route Army Headquarters will take charge of Shanxi?"
lead:"......"
"Leader, I've thought about this for a long time, and I feel that with my current abilities, I really can't manage Shanxi well," Lin Feng continued.
The leader waved his hand. "You mean, you're handing over the territory you worked so hard to conquer to our Eighth Route Army for management?"
"What do you mean by handing it over to your Eighth Route Army?"
"Aren't we in cahoots???"
"Ha ha!!!"
The two looked at each other and smiled.
The leader suddenly said seriously, "Alright, since you insist, then we Eighth Route Army will reluctantly take over the management for you."
"Given that you acted on your own initiative and voluntarily relinquished control of Shanxi, your merits and demerits cancel each other out, and your punishment is rescinded."
Lin Feng: "......"
"besides......"
The leader abruptly changed the subject, saying, "You acted on your own initiative, which caused a change in the situation in Shanxi. You are responsible for this, so you must hand over half of the weapons and equipment captured this time!"
? ? ?
The leader's feint was quite clever!
"Okay, no problem."
"Half it is."
"Then one last thing."
"Speaking!"
"Where does your North China Field Army plan to attack next?"
The leader's voice gradually faded away, and a strong smell of gunpowder filled the quiet office.
Lin Feng lowered his eyes and fell into a brief moment of contemplation.
"Thump, thump-thump, thump-thump-thump..."
The leader gently tapped the southern side of the map of China on the coffee table, clearly giving himself a hint.
Vietnam? ? ?
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