Chapter 300: We must attack!

Only the field workers can rest. No one else is qualified.

Field workers have the hardest job. No set hours. No overtime. It's rare to have a regular day.

So everyone rushes to bed.

Everyone knows that when rest is over, there will definitely be big action.

At that time, it is highly likely that there will be non-stop action. It is also entirely possible that you will not sleep for three days and nights.

Zhang Yong himself did not get any rest.

He was working on a grid for the huge Songhu area.

He had a preliminary idea. He was going to divide the Songhu area into a number of grids. Each grid would be numbered.

When carrying out a task, you only need to check against the map and go to the corresponding number.

Which number has a situation. Which number has found the enemy. Just report a number, and everyone can see at a glance.

'Captain, the map is here.'

'Hang it up.'

'Yes!'

On the walls of the meeting room, many large maps are hung.

At this moment in time, the Songhu area is already a huge place. It is known as the largest city in Asia. The Oriental Pearl.

If you were to include the entire Songhu area on one map, it would be impossible to grid it. The scale would be too large. You couldn't even see the streets on it. There were only a few main roads.

It had to be divided into maps. They had to be obtained from the garrison headquarters. Only they had the full map.

It was hard to find a suitable scale.

The division was based on a radius of 200 metres. Each grid was no more than 400 metres wide and the length was variable.

Scanning back and forth in this way, you could scan an area 400 metres wide.

Zhang Yong drew the map himself. He made sure there were no blind spots.

From the distribution of safe houses explained by Kintaro Nogaya, a lot of experience can be drawn.

The Japanese invaders chose very inconspicuous places for their safe houses. There were usually mixed crowds around. All kinds of people.

Going in and out of these places, no matter how you dress, no one will pay you much attention. They are extremely hidden.

There were almost no safe houses in those sparsely populated places. Perhaps it was considered too obvious to go in and out. It is easy to be followed. It is not easy to hide.

In other words, most Japanese spies are probably hiding in plain sight.

These spies may not be of much economic value.

In the past, they could be largely ignored. But now, they must all be arrested. Not a single one can be missed.

Therefore, the cells in the office may not be enough.

Fortunately, the Security Command has enough cells to borrow.

Besides drawing maps, there are other things to do.

'Yiming!'

'Here!'

'Have the Mid-Autumn Festival benefits been prepared?'

'It's all been arranged. Even the soldiers who guard our office have at least five silver dollars.'

'Very good. Hurry up and distribute them today. Don't delay.'

'Understood. I'll go right away!'

Luo Yiming went off happily.

Zhang Yong could tell that this guy was a bit afraid of death. He didn't dare go to war.

He was completely different from Yang Zhi. Yang Zhi was good at both writing and fighting.

However, Zhang Yong didn't have high expectations. Since Luo Yiming wasn't good at charging into battle, he would do some logistics work.

It seemed like distributing benefits or something, and he was in charge of it. In fact, it was pretty good.

The office had a logistics team. However, there were some things that couldn't go through the logistics team. The logistics team knew this themselves.

To put it bluntly, this time the money was distributed without being recorded in the books. It was going through a different set of books.

Once it is entered into the accounts, it will be written in black and white. It will be easy to be criticised.

It's not that the department head doesn't approve. It's just that people outside the Fuxing Society are jealous. When that time comes, with the evidence in black and white in front of them, the department head will have a hard time saying anything. So the department head hinted that it would be best if you didn't enter it into the accounts.

Take a separate piece of paper, register it, and after you have distributed it, burn the paper. There will be no witnesses. No one will have anything to say.

If this were to be put down in later generations, it would be absolute chaos.

It is possible that the accountants will have to go to Tilanqiao Prison for further training. It is a compulsory course for top accountants.

But here, it cannot be said to be commonplace. It can only be said to be commonplace.

There is no war yet. When the war breaks out in two years, it will be even more chaotic.

Basically, each station manager is a regional governor.

Within their own territory, they can do whatever they want. Headquarters simply cannot control it. They may not even know about it.

By the afternoon, the entire Songhu office was filled with a lively atmosphere.

The benefits were handed out.

There were even some cash bonuses. Each member of the Fuxing Society received at least 10 yuan.

Li Jingzhi and Shen Dong'er both received some. They were considered members of the Fuxing Society. What? Shen Dong'er hasn't even joined yet? Who cares! Captain Zhang Dazhong has already approved it.

Now that Li Boqi is on leave, Zhang Yong is the boss. Kou Xingde and Chen Mei both defer to his leadership.

They were only too happy to see Zhang Yong move up the ranks!

Each of them started with 100 silver dollars. They didn't have to do anything to get it.

Kou Xingde was the leader of the field team and had a good job. But Chen Mei didn't. Naturally, she was overjoyed. Everyone in the telecommunications team was overjoyed. They couldn't wait for Zhang Yong to become the director of the office.

No matter what you do, you'll always have a bad reputation. As long as there are benefits coming down the pipeline, you're a good leader.

'We get this much too?'

'Yes. That's a lot!'

'I don't know what to do with it.'

'I'll save it. When the time comes, I'll take it home and give it to my brother to study with.'

'I'll save it too then!'

Li Jingzhi and Shen Dong'er spoke to each other in private.

Each of them got 30 taels of silver. Just like the other staff in the telecommunications department.

No one was jealous.

Everyone felt that it was only right.

Because of the two of them, Zhang Yong loved the whole group and had a special fondness for the Telecommunications Group. The most ordinary staff in the Telecommunications Group all had 30 silver dollars!

It must be noted that this was 30 silver dollars! Their official salary was only two silver dollars per month.

The benefits for one Mid-Autumn Festival were equivalent to 15 months' salary!

It was not too much to say that they were happy. It could only be said that they were overjoyed. Who doesn't like heavy silver dollars?

Besides, apart from the money, the telecommunications team also received a lot of snacks as a benefit. Luo Yiming went out and bought them all. He even brought them back in a truck. They were all for the telecommunications team.

The other people didn't mind. Because the telecommunications team was the only one with women. These were all hot-blooded men, and they were more or less considerate.

Many of them even helped to carry the snacks, filling the telecommunications team's warehouse almost to the brim. This was such a generous offer that I'm afraid even the headquarters couldn't match it.

'Keep a low profile!'

'No one is allowed to tell anyone outside!'

'Otherwise, someone will snitch and there won't be any next time,'

Zhang Yong reminded everyone with a smile.

Everyone naturally nodded repeatedly. They said they definitely wouldn't.

In fact, they really didn't.

Who would be so blind as to do such a thing?

If they took the advantage and then snitched, they would be no better than a scumbag.

If Zhang Yong found out...

Haha.

'Ring ring ring...'

'Ring ring ring...'

Suddenly the phone rings.

He picks up the receiver. It's Zhou Yang.

'Lieutenant Zhou.'

'Shaolong, I have good news for you.'

'What is it?'

'Do you need ammunition? 30,000 rounds of bullets.'

'For us?'

'Yes. Commander Qian has ordered it. 30,000 rounds of pistol ammunition will be allocated to you.'

'Yes!'

Zhang Yong replied hastily.

Just kidding. How could you not want ammunition?

Even if you can't use it now, you can use it in two years. Two years later, it won't be enough, no matter how much you get.

He reminded himself of a problem. It was only a few days since the Battle of Shanghai-Nanjing had begun, but the Nationalist army was already running out of ammunition. Even ace units like the 71st Army didn't have more than 100 rounds per soldier.

The battle of Shanghai was fierce. The Chinese and Japanese sides engaged in a protracted tug-of-war. 100 rounds of ammunition were simply not enough.

In fact, even if you add a zero to the end, 1,000 rounds, it would still be far from enough.

From this perspective, it is necessary to stockpile ammunition.

Not by robbing from others. It is necessary to purchase from the outside. Purchase in large quantities.

No matter what the method, as long as ammunition can be obtained from the outside, it is a good thing.

Of course, it is better to rob the Japanese.

After occupying the three provinces of Northeast China, the Japanese seized a large amount of weapons and equipment.

The Japanese regular army itself did not need these weapons and ammunition, and they were all used by the puppet army. But the puppet army also couldn't use that much.

Now the situation in North China is tense, and the Japanese are transporting a large amount of seized weapons and ammunition to North China. Equipping a lot of puppet soldiers.

At present, there is only one 29th Army in North China.

The previous He Mei Agreement already required the withdrawal of all the direct lineage national army from North China.

The 29th Army was very brave in the past. But now, well, time reveals the true heart of a person. Almost half of the army has been decimated.

By the time of the Marco Polo Bridge Incident, the 29th Army that could really fight had less than 30,000 troops.

Alas, what a pity...

I wonder if the Japanese invaders have stockpiled large quantities of weapons and ammunition in the Songhu area?

If they have, find a way to seize it...

Wait.

Something suddenly occurred to me.

If he cannot quickly increase his ammunition reserves, he can also eliminate the Japanese invaders.

He can blow up the Japanese invaders' ammunition depots.

This will reduce the gap between the two sides.

This means that he cannot simply defend. He must attack. He must actively undermine the Japanese invaders' fighting capacity.

He must undermine the Japanese invaders' economy.

He must undermine the Japanese invaders' military.

The future is going to be so busy!

He immediately prepared a 'mid-autumn gift' for the garrison headquarters. Then he pulled the ammunition back.

As a result, both sides were satisfied.

The only one who was not satisfied was Kintaro Nogata.

Ever since he was pulled back to the office, he had been forgotten. He had no food or drink.

Finally, Kintaro Nogata could not hold back any longer. He screamed desperately, asking to see Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong appeared lazily.

'What do you want?'

'I want food and drink. I'm hungry.'

'It seems that you have not provided us with any valuable information.'

'Our department doesn't deal in intelligence...'

'I'm sorry. You just wait!'

'Zhang Yong, you took so much money from our department, you...'

'Mr. Noguchi, you need to be clear. That wasn't your money. It was the money of the Chinese people. You stole it. It's only natural that I've taken it back. I've been very kind not to hold you responsible for your robbery. If you don't recognise your mistake, I won't talk to you.'

'I, don't...'

Kintaro Nogaya had no choice but to give in.

There was no way around it. He was really hungry.

His eyes were dark.

He felt weak.

He wanted to die. But he couldn't. It was very difficult.

If someone had told him before that hunger alone could make him give in, he would never have believed it.

However, the cruel truth is that he really can't stand the hunger anymore.

If there was any information he could sell, he would definitely do so immediately.

But he really doesn't know much.

The authorities are all quietly digging tombs, excavating cultural relics, and making money. Without access to information...

He racked his brain...

He ruminated...

Finally, he came up with some information:

"I know about a badger plan...'