under fire

Another meaning of sub-regional contact point is office.

It can also be understood as the temporary command center of the division during the Japanese raid.

Based on the principle of confidentiality that one should not ask, Hu Yi did not deliberately ask the courier for details of the division when he learned about the enemy and our own situation before.

Therefore, he could not say that he was very familiar with the Third District, but he roughly knew that the Third District was located in this area.

The district leader summoned him and he needed to avoid being seen as much as possible while he was in a hidden state, so he simply put on a black police uniform.

He went directly to the division contact point, slinging the M1932 that he had been carrying for a long time across his shoulder.

I followed the traffic officer in silence, turned twice in the alley, and walked into a small courtyard located in the southwest of the town, close to the town wall.

It felt like there were armed men hiding in the dilapidated courtyards on both sides of the alley.

Because there was a big eye looking out from the gap in the gate, with an unfriendly look in its eyes.

After entering the yard, I saw several young girls in patched gray cloth jackets spinning on spinning wheels.

Although the girls' jackets were patched, they were clean and tidy.

Instead, the courier, dressed like Hu Yi in black as a detective, stood out from the crowd.

When he saw the two police officers, there was no fear in his eyes.

"Everyone is busy..." The traffic officer greeted the girls in the yard and quickly walked into the house to report.

Hu Yi stayed alone in the yard, looking straight ahead with a calm expression.

In fact, he looked down on women, even though these women were likely warriors.

The battlefield is cruel, and even more cruel to women. Not only do they not have enough food to eat and warm clothes to wear, but once they are seen by the Japanese, it is difficult to escape their clutches. They live in fear every day.

Hu Yi suddenly had a better feeling that perhaps they were also the people with the most tenacious national spirit.

As was his personality, he did not greet the young girls who occasionally glanced at him.

Hu Yi didn't know that the girls were looking at the M1932 that he was wearing across his body...

A few minutes later, the door curtain was lifted and a middle-aged man strode out.

The step of the person coming was heavy and steady, giving people a sense of vicissitudes of life.

The man was wearing a Zhongshan suit with four pockets. Although there were no patches on the clothes, the collar was worn and had become white due to washing, which showed that he was obviously very old.

He wore his Zhongshan suit straight, and his thin, dark face made him look very imposing.

He stopped two meters in front of Hu Yi and looked at him intently: "Are you Hu Yi, the commander of the 99th Battalion of the Independent Regiment?"

Hu Yi met the other party's unfriendly gaze and said: "You can also call me Hu the Counselor"

Hearing Hu Yi's answer, perhaps because few people spoke to him in this tone, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to stretch out his right hand, he waved and retracted it: "Who told you to attack Donggu Town?"

"I am following orders from my superiors!"

It was hard to respond to this. The middle-aged man didn't know what to say for a moment, so he turned around and walked back, lifting the door curtain before saying, "Come in with me!"

Hu Yi was thinking that this person seemed a little angry.

There were two tables in the main hall of the mansion, with two people sitting at each table. The traffic officer was standing next to a 30-year-old square-faced man. When he saw Hu Yi coming in, he quickly greeted him and introduced him: "Captain Hu, this is Secretary Zhao from the Third Division..."

"This is Captain Hu Yi of the 9th Battalion of the Independent Regiment!"

Secretary Zhao came over, looked Hu Yi up and down, and stretched out his hand to shake Hu Yi's. "I am the secretary of the Third District, Zhao Zhicheng."

"Hu Yi, commander of the ninth battalion of the independent regiment!" After letting go of his hand, Hu Yi stood at attention and saluted.

Secretary Zhao pointed to the side room and said, "Let's talk next door."

Obviously, what I am going to say next should not be known to too many people.

The man in Zhongshan suit followed Hu Yi into the side room and closed the door.

Secretary Zhao introduced the middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit to Hu Yi: "This is Liu Changhe, deputy district chief."

"Hello, Chief!" Hu Yi turned around and saluted. He actually didn't know whether he should salute him.

District Chief Liu replied with a cold face: "Hello, Captain Hu!"

Until this point, the two had never shaken hands. Secretary Zhao went straight to the point and asked Hu Yi: "How many battalions does your independent regiment have?"

"Four at the moment."

District Chief Liu suddenly sneered: "Haha, interesting, in other words, you didn't reorganize according to the requirements of your superiors?"

This doesn't seem like normal communication between brother troops, but rather like they are looking for trouble.

Hu Yi had no interest in refuting, and didn't even look at District Chief Liu, and replied calmly: "No time."

"Then...how many soldiers are there in your Ninth Battalion?" Secretary Zhao could hear the tension in the conversation between the two, but he did not intend to mediate.

"Here. About two hundred."

"Here?" District Chief Liu burst out laughing. "You mean you don't know how many people are in your Ninth Battalion?"

Hu Yi responded calmly: "There is no statistics yet."

"You are a very careless battalion commander."

This time even Secretary Zhao laughed along: "As a commander, how many soldiers do you have under your command? I'm really curious, how do you become a battalion commander?"

"It's a waste of time."

This was a bit harsh, and Secretary Zhao looked a bit embarrassed: "Your words are full of thorns, but you don't treat us as your own family!"

"What's your attitude when you meet the district chief?" Deputy District Chief Liu could no longer suppress his anger.

"What attitude do you think I should have?" Hu Yi's face was still expressionless. He had even met the division commander and the political commissar, so he didn't feel much psychological pressure.

"You have personality! I like it!" Secretary Zhao suddenly smiled and waved to the man in the Zhongshan suit, signaling him to calm down. "I have learned about your performance in recent times. Our superiors asked us to cooperate with you to open up the transportation lines. You have been fighting in Chengwu and Qinghe along the way, exposing yourself to the enemy. Doesn't it seem unwise?"

Hu Yi did not respond.

The scene was a bit cold.

Hu Yi didn't feel much about this scene.

This is due to his usually cold personality.

What he was thinking now was that calling him over definitely meant that they had not yet gotten to the point.

Sure enough, Secretary Zhao spoke again: "With a battalion of troops, you took Hua County, captured Chengwu County, assisted the division in capturing Qinghe County, and ambushed Li Ying's troops. I am very surprised why the superiors never publicized your deeds, and never even mentioned them in internal reports?"

Hu Yi explained calmly: "This matter is confidential and should not be made public. As for the devils, they don't want more people to know about their failure."

Secretary Zhao finally smiled: "The Japanese have raided so many times, but this is the first time you've let them give up halfway!"

Hu Yi shook his head: "I think the raid is not over yet. They should arrive here at noon today."

District Chief Liu continued to chatter: "The subdistrict has stored more than 300,000 kilograms of grain in and outside Donggu Town. If something goes wrong, do you know how many people will starve to death in the coming winter?"

"Three hundred thousand jin is not much." Hu Yi shook his head.

District Chief Liu couldn't help but say, "I say, do you know how much 300,000 jin is?"

Hu Yi answered without hesitation: "One hundred and fifty tons!"

This reply was very casual.

Secretary Zhao stared at Hu Yi quietly for a few seconds, then said, "You mean, one hundred and fifty tons is not a lot?"

"In the past, I thought three thousand kilograms was a lot." Hu Yi's face remained calm: "According to my understanding, the Japanese transport ships on the canal can carry this much in three shipments."

The Japanese were about to resume shipping on the canal, and the superiors were making a big move, which was still top secret information. Secretary Zhao was shocked: "How did you know?"

"The Pinghan Railway Bridge was bombed. It will take at least half a month to restore it. The fastest way for the Japanese to transport food and fodder is definitely to use the canal shipping!"

Did you analyze it yourself? Secretary Zhao nodded: "It's a good idea. You are indeed a qualified advisor."

Deputy District Chief Liu was a little confused: "Hey, I don't seem to understand what you two are saying."

Now that everyone knows, Secretary Zhao no longer hides it: "The Japanese seized the ferry and vigorously cleaned up the law and order along the canal. It is obvious that they are preparing to restart the canal shipping."

Deputy District Chief Liu turned to look at Hu Yi and said, "The traffic officer said that you are carrying out the infiltration operation plan. What does this have to do with it?"

Hu Yi frowned. The traffic officer knew too much. (End of this chapter)