Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

Chapter 327 Fight back

Wang Meng was worrying in his office in the military fortress.

A sign that read "Independent Column Office in Yunnan" was hung up, and soldiers from the guard platoon in camouflage uniforms stood at the door.

The common people who signed up to join the army, students from Southwest Associated University, and progressive elements all poured in.

Mao Hang was already busy enough on his own, and finally had to mobilize ten soldiers from the guard platoon to help with recruiting and inspecting soldiers, and he was barely able to cope with the situation.

In less than half a month, more than 2,000 people were registered.

Moreover, among the civilians who signed up to join the army, no less than 10% were student soldiers, and no less than 20% could drive and fire artillery.

"I wonder if Mao Hang is reporting false accounts? We must verify it when the time comes!"

But Wang Meng is just a black-bellied person. Kunming is the rear base of China. All the "experts" who used to make a living in big cities have run to the rear, so there are many ordinary people with professional skills.

Moreover, many veterans who had previously served in the Chongqing army fled back to the rear after being defeated.

However, what Wang Meng is most worried about now is not whether Mao Hang will report false accounts, but the organization of this Yunnan troop and where the chief officers will be drawn from.

When in doubt, ask your leader!

Wang Meng took Mao Hang's telegram and found Li Yunlong who had just sent Zhao Gang away.

"Old Li, there is a troublesome matter that needs your help!"

Li Yunlong rubbed his temples. He had been very busy during this period. He was either fighting or building up the army. He never stopped.

"What's wrong, Mengzi?"

Wang Meng slammed the telegram on his desk, feeling a little troubled.

"We have a ground force in Yunnan. We have almost reached the regimental level. We will transfer officers below the battalion level from various divisions. But who do you think is the right person to be the chief officer?"

When Li Yunlong heard this, he realized it was no wonder that Wang Meng thought it was a troublesome matter.

The situation in Yunnan was extremely complicated, and it was under the nose of Chongqing. To deal with Chongqing, the M army, and even the British army, one had to choose someone who was smooth and well versed in the local "rules".

The local officials of the seven infantry divisions in Shanxi are all dedicated to their own duties and cannot leave any of them.

Moreover, each division is now either reorganizing or adding a mechanized infantry regiment. It is the time for training, and it is not appropriate to transfer a chief officer now.

If ordinary regimental-level cadres are transferred to a place where they are unfamiliar with the environment, they may not be able to lead a good team.

"Mengzi, you really stumped me with this question. If this regiment's strength is used well, it will be like a spark that sets the whole prairie on fire, like a sword hanging over the heart of Chongqing. If it is not used well, it will be like a piece of fat meat that everyone wants to take a bite of."

Wang Meng frowned, this was indeed the case.

"Since there is still no clue, I will go to Kunming tomorrow to take a look. Chen Boai is also planning to move our arms and penicillin to Southeast Asia. He has some connections in Yunnan and may be able to recommend reliable candidates."

However, this is just Wang Meng's wishful thinking. Even if Chen Bo'ai has connections, he is still a businessman and may not know much about military affairs.

However, let's try it out!

The next day, Wang Meng and Chen Bo'ai, with a guard company, escorted 10,000 bottles of penicillin that had just been produced in the past two days, as well as 2,000 semi-automatic rifles and 500 general-purpose machine guns, and headed south on six transport planes.

Along the way, Wang Meng talked a lot with Chen Bo'ai and gained a deeper understanding of the Chen family. Just as people in later generations said, it is not an exaggeration to call Mr. Chen a "red-top businessman."

Just from the fact that he organized the Nanyang Machinery Corps and donated aircraft to China, it is not an exaggeration to include him in the list of civilian heroes of the War of Resistance.

"Boai, where are you mainly sending the supplies this time?"

"We are going to go through Baoshan and transport the goods to Myanmar through a secret passage. There are local people who will accept the supplies!"

Wang Meng was somewhat puzzled. Baoshan was separated from Myanmar by the Nujiang River. How could the supplies be delivered there? And could anyone in Myanmar afford such expensive penicillin?

Of course, cats have their ways and mice have their ways, and Wang Meng would not be stupid enough to inquire about such business secrets directly.

It was Chen Boai who took the initiative to talk.

"There is a small path, and through a simple bridge, you can reach the other side of the river. As for who can afford such expensive penicillin, it must be the British, and of course a few local wealthy businessmen!"

Only then did Wang Meng realize that the $1000 per bottle of penicillin was sent to the British troops in India and Burma.

As for those semi-automatic rifles and machine guns, there is no way to know. They may have fallen into the hands of local wealthy businessmen or resistance organizations.

As we were talking, the plane landed at Kunming Airport.

While the plane was refueling, Wang Meng quickly drove to his "office" in a yard next to the airport.

Wang Meng looked at the long line in front of the yard, with people dressed elegantly, many even in school uniforms, and he knew that Mao Hang was not lying.

"Director Mao, I'm here! Thank you for your hard work!"

When Mao Hang saw his God of Wealth coming, he immediately stood up and handed the work to the soldiers around him.

"Mr. Wang, you are here!"

Wang Meng frowned and looked at Mao Hang who was wearing camouflage clothes.

"Comrade Mao Hang, you must be specific about your job title!"

Mao Hang stretched out his clothes and gave a clumsy military salute.

"Comrade Chief of Staff, the Independent Column's Yunnan Office is currently recruiting soldiers. Please give us your instructions!"

Wang Meng nodded with satisfaction, saying that this boy is teachable.

After looking through the roster, there are indeed more than 2,000 people. With today's move, it is estimated that there are close to 3,000 people.

Mao Hang waited for a long time until Wang Meng came to inspect and seized the opportunity.

"Chief of Staff, can you give a word to our new recruits?"

Wang Meng was not polite either. Practice makes perfect when it comes to speaking. He went from blushing and stumbling to speaking fluently and fluently now.

"Dear patriotic young people, I am Wang Meng, the chief of staff of the Jinnan Independent Column. I came to see you today. I had no intention of giving you a speech, but now that I have this opportunity, I will just chat with you."

Wang Meng's words brought him closer to these young people, making them feel less arrogant.

"We came to Yunnan to recruit soldiers this time because we saw that the people of Yunnan have high quality, high education, strong ability, and most importantly, they have a passion to serve the country! The Japanese are just across the Nujiang River, eyeing us covetously, and they destroyed the Burma Road that we built with great difficulty. Can we tolerate this?"

The sentiment is indignant.

"cannot!"

"The Japanese occasionally fire a few rounds at us, killing our people. Can we tolerate this?"

"Can't! Can't! Can't!"

"What should I do?"

"Fight back!"