Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated.

Thirty minutes later, the Eighth Office of Shancheng.

At this time, sunset is approaching, and most of the people in the city have finished their work for the day and are dragging their tired bodies back home.

However, in the southwest of the city, there is a three-story dark gray brick-and-wood structure that is always brightly lit, and people there are still busy working.

In the communications room of the office, the popular honorary leader and a doctor of philosophy named Joe were pacing back and forth anxiously.

From the way the two looked at the telegraph machine from time to time, it was not difficult to tell that they were waiting for some important document.

Suddenly, a signal soldier picked up the pen on the table and began to record the code in his notebook.

After the compilation work was completed, he immediately handed the secret code to his superior behind him.

"Ha ha!"

After just one glance, the doctor of philosophy surnamed Qiao burst into laughter, and the previous depression on his face was wiped away. This situation is very similar to a famous scene more than 20 years later.

"Great! Well done to the Air Force comrades! What a bold and hearty operation!"

"After waiting for so many years, we finally sounded the clarion call for counterattack! Hurry! Inform the leaders of each department to come to the conference room for a meeting."

Hearing this, the soldiers outside the communication room immediately started moving and trotted to offices on different floors.

Although I don’t know what happened specifically, but to make the two chiefs laugh so uncontrollably, it must be that the front line has won a big victory.

After all the backbones had arrived, the popular honorary leader raised the telegram in his hand and announced excitedly and loudly:
"I have good news for you all! Great news!"

"Early this morning, two divisions of our Eighth Route Army Air Force set out from the Qilu area and carried out an unconstrained strategic bombing mission!"

"The heroic pilots not only bombed several enemy arsenals on the mainland, but also set fire to the enemy's rear area."

"Even the arrogant United Fleet suffered heavy losses in this operation!"

As expected, the contents of the telegram ignited this tired evening and immediately made the conference room burst into applause.

The top leaders and cadres of various departments all cried with joy. They hugged each other to celebrate the Air Force's victory.

After the comrades calmed down a little, the popular honorary leader walked to the center of the podium with a smile, and his eyes fell on a certain couple.

"Good news cannot be enjoyed alone, it must be shared with the people of the whole country! I am ready to publish this great victory in the newspaper!"

"EL, the domestic edition of the Xinhua Daily is now handed over to you two. You two are the strongest writers in our office, and you must show the momentum to achieve the great rejuvenation of the nation!"

In a sense, ideological crusaders are emblematic of sales in the current era.

If a newspaper has his inscription, then the newspaper's sales volume will definitely hit a new high that day, and it is not difficult to even double it several times.

The sudden arrangement did not surprise the elder brothers and sisters of Huanghe at all. The two looked at each other and smiled, then took on the big job without hesitation.

After allocating domestic tasks, the popular honorary leader turned his attention to the other side.

As the only newspaper in the Kuomintang-controlled border area that can be published publicly, Xinhua Daily naturally has an international edition, but its popularity and spread are still in their infancy.

With the idea that if you don’t occupy the high ground of public opinion war, the enemy will occupy it, the popular honorary leader warned with a serious face:
"Guanhua, your department is fully responsible for the international news section. This is your strength, so you must show your style and level."

"For the international version, I have only one request, and that is to spread our voice to the whole world."

"Whether it's Europe, Africa or Southeast Asia, we must not miss any area with allies or resistance organizations!"

"Roger that!"

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At noon the next day, the crisp and joyful voices of newsboys appeared in the streets and alleys of the mountain city.

The children waved the "Xinhua Daily" in their hands and shouted loudly to everyone passing by:

"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers. Our army's magic soldiers descended from the sky, successfully bombed the Japanese homeland, and sank several warships of the United Fleet!"

"Extra, extra! Captain Wang Hai spoke domineeringly, saying that this strategic bombing operation is just the beginning, and the Air Force is about to open a second battlefield on the enemy's homeland!"

Facts have proved that the propaganda slogan set by the Eighth Office of Shancheng is indeed effective.

After hearing the shouts of the newsboys, the people who were in a hurry stopped and glanced at the newspapers with questioning eyes.

After a while, a cultural man wearing a long gown walked out of the crowd and asked tentatively: "Excuse me, which newspaper company are you selling?"

It seemed that everyone's thoughts were asked, and the people around them cheered up.

In fact, I really don’t blame the people for being cautious about this matter.

Guoli's miscellaneous newspapers are always talking nonsense, often making jokes about our unit's successful advance and the enemy's hasty pursuit, which makes his credibility fall again and again.

"This is Xinhua Daily. Do you want a copy?"

In the current Republic of China, the most influential newspaper is Xinhua Daily. After all, the Eighth Route Army has been fighting to regain lost ground. Who wouldn't like to see news of victory?

Hearing the newsboy's confident answer, the man in the long shirt paid without hesitation, and then he was pushed up to a high place by the surrounding crowd and began to read aloud.

But just seeing the text and pictures on the headline made him burst into tears involuntarily.

The cultural man took several deep breaths to try to calm down his emotions, but when he opened his mouth, he was so excited that he could not read a single word.

Under everyone's expectant gazes and encouragement, he tried his best to adjust his mentality, and finally shouted with all his strength:
"It's true! Everything is true!"

"We can be saved! The mountain city can be saved! The Republic of China will not fall!"

After a while of shouting, the cultural man's face showed excitement and he began to read word by word.

Since Guozhou moved to the capital, the mountain city has been bombed by Japanese soldiers every now and then, and the whole city was once shrouded in the shadow of war.

If the Eighth Route Army Air Force had not come to the rescue, perhaps the enemy's land and naval forces would have invaded frequently, causing even greater losses and casualties.

Now that the First and Third Air Divisions have avenged the people, how can everyone be unhappy?

"Well done! Blow up those turtle boys!"

"It has to be the Eighth Route Army. You shouldn't have believed in the idea of ​​wandering without attacking before. It's all a lie!"

The common people were discussing with each other. Some people wished they could join the Eighth Route Army on the spot, just to have the opportunity to become a self-defense machine gunner in the future and see the aerial bombs falling into Mount Fuji with their own eyes. Now, even the most conservative people feel that the radical ideas are a bit too conservative.

Soon, the news of the strategic bombing set off a huge wave, spreading rapidly throughout the city like a violent storm.

Everyone ran on the streets to tell each other, and within an hour, almost everyone in the city knew about this great victory.

Shancheng has been waiting for this day to arrive.

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Huangshan Villa, Yunxiu Tower.

After seeing off the representative of an ally, the bald man closed the door of the study without saying a word, completing the process of opening drawers, picking up a notebook, and picking up a pen to write a diary.

He couldn't even hold back the ecstasy in his heart, and he had the urge to dance.

"It's sunny in the 31st year of the Republic of China."

"In the afternoon, I talked with representatives of the Japanese Air Force and learned that they are about to launch a bombing campaign against the enemy. I predict that the collapse of the Japanese nation will begin with bombing! The victory of the war of resistance is certain!"

"After this battle, our air force can add up to sixteen large bombers. They will be used on standby as the basis for final victory!"

The weather cleared up and the rain stopped, and Baldhead felt that he was doing well again.

In fact, regarding matters related to the air raid, Chou Country had no intention of notifying Guo Preserved in advance.

After all, everyone knows that the intelligence network here is terrible. It is basically not much different from a sieve. No one can guarantee whether the news of top-secret operations will be leaked.

Doolittle even suggested that the entire operation should be kept secret. He believed that the Fruit Preserved Airport would hear the news of the bomb being bombed from radio stations and broadcasts, and thus be consciously prepared to respond.

but!

What is a radio station? What is radio? Preserved fruits don’t have these things at all.

In the end, with a serious and responsible attitude, Chou Guo sent someone to notify the bald head and told him to be ready to respond.

After writing today's share of the diary, Huangpu River Wolf, who thought he was superb at nourishing qi, sat in his study and completely broke his skills.

But unlike the previous times when his defenses were broken, today's emotional fluctuations were caused by real happiness.

In his opinion, since the battle of Pearl Harbor, the ugly people are finally getting back on their feet!
Although this time it is just a small fight, there is no guarantee that they will be able to counterattack in a year or two. After all, MacCaesar, who was far away in Southeast Asia, said that the Allies would definitely make a comeback.

Just when he was happy, there was a knock on the door suddenly outside the study.

"Is it Yunong? Come in quickly!"

Baldhead has always had strict time rules for reporting work. It is lunch break time now, and those who dare to disturb their rest can only be the military commander.

Sure enough, after getting approval from his boss, Boss Dai immediately opened the door and walked in.

At this moment, the strange gentleman's face looked extremely different. He didn't have the domineering feeling in the past at all. He looked like a little daughter-in-law who was afraid of being beaten.

"Principal, something big happened."

"The Eighth Route Army bombed the Japanese homeland, and now the whole city is spreading the news of the enemy's victory. On the battlefield of public opinion, all our previous efforts have come to nothing."

As soon as these words came out, the bald man's smile immediately disappeared without a trace, and the whole person fell into a state of self-doubt.

"what?"

"Who?"

"Eighth Route?"

After being confused for three consecutive times, he looked at his right-hand man with a sullen face, and used his eyes to signal the other person to quickly come up with the collected intelligence and explain its source.

But I never thought that Boss Dai, who was usually "reliable", just pulled the big one: he took out a copy of Xinhua Daily.

In fact, the news of the successful bombing was originally going to appear on the first page of the newspaper in the morning.

However, if the Eighth Route Army's aircraft wanted to come to the mountain city, it had to get approval from the Preserved Fruit Air Defense Command, which gave the bald head a brief happy time.

After reading the newspaper with pictures and texts, Huangpu River Wolf could no longer suppress his inner anger. Even the B25 he was about to get didn't smell good.

After a moment, he threw the documents on the table into his subordinate's face and cursed:
"What do you do for food!"

"Does the military command have to rely on newspapers published by hostile forces to collect intelligence? If they don't publish reports, will you all be blind and deaf?"

"Comparing people with others will lead to death, and comparing goods with goods will lead to throwing away! I can tell you clearly now that you, Huangpu Sixth Period, are not as good as other people's CG! Trash!"

After venting his anger, Bald Head fell into deep thought again.

Our own side is half dead, but the Eighth Route Army is getting stronger and stronger, and even has the upper hand in public opinion. What should we do?

If you want to be successful in Guozhi, it doesn't matter your business ability, but the important thing is that you must know how to figure out the leader's ideas.

Seeing the sad look on his superior's face, Boss Dai said with the idea of ​​atonement:
"Principal, now that the enemy's homeland has been bombed twice, he will definitely attack the coastal areas. Why don't we issue a transfer order to the Eighth Route Army Air Force and let them bear the wrath of the Japanese Air Force."

"If the Eighth Route Army refuses to carry out the order, they will be charged with disobeying orders and sabotaging the war of resistance, and take the opportunity to suppress their growing reputation."

Hearing this, the bald head glanced at his subordinates.

Now, the Eighth Route Army is still in a battle order with preserved fruits, so it is definitely a reasonable order to put their air force on the front line.

If you can withstand the Japs' counterattack, you will succeed in micromanaging. At that time, you can let the Propaganda Department change the situation and take most of the credit on yourself.

Well, that makes sense!
What's more, when it comes to long-distance raids and air combat, the Eighth Route Army is inherently at a disadvantage, and may even end up with a lose-lose situation.

Perfect, the advantage is mine!
After thinking about it, the bald man glared at Boss Dai.

"Do your own thing! I have already focused my energy on the military, I don't need you to meddle in my own business!"

"By the way, how is Zheng Yaoxian's arrangement for the assassination operation? It has been several months. Is he able to do it?"

When he heard the name of his sixth son, Boss Dai's face suddenly became a little brighter. He took out a document again and explained to the leader:

"The operation is about to close the net. He has bribed the other party's chef and can kill the Yellow River someday!" (End of Chapter)