Show the sword, start from the guerrillas

The one who raised the question was Li Yuexuan, because according to his memory, the big chicken cigarette should appear next year, but he didn't know why it appeared more than half a year earlier. This was probably the influence brought by him, right?
"That's true. I heard it from the comrades who came to collect supplies! So, when you said you wanted to make a cigarette-making machine, I didn't object!" Xiao Fengyun said.

"Well, I didn't expect that the 115th Division would think of it first!" Li Yuexuan waved his hand indifferently and said, "Well, should we give this cigarette a name?"

"Hey... we need to give it a name! When I passed by the county town before, I heard those kids shouting something like Laodao cigarettes. We should have a name too! Director, you are knowledgeable, what name should we give this cigarette?" Xiao Fengyun looked at Li Yuexuan.

"Name the cigarettes?" Li Yuexuan didn't smoke in the later life, so he didn't know many names of cigarettes. At most, he knew the common names of Red Big Chicken, Red and White General, Hardemen, Hongtashan, Huazi, etc. Yes, he remembered Red Big Chicken very clearly, because when he got married, he specially asked someone to buy this cigarette to entertain relatives and friends. After all, the cigarette box is red, which is festive.

Li Yuexuan couldn't think of a good name for a while, so he looked at Cai Xiaotian, but Cai Xiaotian shook his head like a drum: "Don't ask me, I'm good at shooting, not naming!"

"Ahem, this isn't a big deal. I'll tell our captain and the political commissar later, and let them use their brains! Ahem, today is the first day of the trial period. Xiao Fengyun, you should keep a record of the cigarettes produced by the machine during the past few days. Then we can distribute them as welfare! After all, this is the first batch of cigarettes we made ourselves, and it has commemorative significance!"

As Li Yuexuan spoke, he took the first box of cigarettes he had just wrapped and said, "I'll write a mark on this box later, and we'll keep it and show it to our descendants later!"

After that, Li Yuexuan picked up the cigarette box, walked out of the cigarette factory (workshop), returned to his office in the arsenal, took out a Langhao brush, and wrote on the cigarette box "The first box of cigarettes from the Pingdong District Anti-Japanese Cigarette Factory, December 1942, 12."

After finishing writing, he locked up the box of cigarettes together with his merit certificate and other important documents. These, when kept, would be things that could be included in the military museum.

Of course, he also had an idea, which was to select some of the weapons that had been blessed by the devil's souls from the current products and seal them up as a memorial for future generations. Of course, this was just an idea, and it was not enough to tell outsiders now.

The peaceful days were still peaceful, except for a small debate in the meeting room of Liangjia Village. That's right, what should be the names of these newly produced cigarettes? In order to produce these cigarettes, the base had determined the tobacco planting base in the spring of this year, and also built new facilities such as tobacco curing rooms. There was even a papermaking workshop in Xiyang that specialized in producing cigarette paper.

"The name of this cigarette cannot have any clear directionality. It cannot have place names or obvious landmark buildings, and it cannot arouse suspicion from the enemy." These are what Zhao Danian said.

"Cigarettes are not the goal. Our goal is to use cigarettes to more conveniently transmit intelligence when selling them! We wrap the intelligence strips in cigarettes, which can not only avoid the enemy's search, but also make money. Even if the enemy finds the cigarettes, it is highly likely that nothing will happen, because as a smoker, who cares if there is something hidden in the cigarettes?" These are what Zhu Xingyu said.

"I think we should name it after an animal, how about calling it dung beetle?" These are what Lu Xiaoran said.

"Dung beetles are dung beetles...Haha, okay, let's choose a furry animal! If not, what should we call? How about a peregrine falcon?" These are the words of Guo Zhongmin.

"Stop kidding me, can't you think of something else? If you really have no other choice, just call it Sakura! The Japanese like cherry blossoms, so we use this name! The cherry blossom is originally produced in our country, but the Japanese took it to their side, and later it became their representative." Li Yuexuan really didn't want to listen to these guys' nonsense, so he just said it.

"Then it's Sakura!" Zhao Danian was the first to agree, and then he saw everyone nodding, so he stopped discussing this little thing. "Let's talk about the main point. According to the intelligence sent back by the special forces, the Japanese are mobilizing troops again, and they are sending reinforcements to Ping'an County. This is obviously a move! Therefore, all our defense areas must strengthen their vigilance and not let the enemy take advantage of the loopholes! Lao Lu, how is the training of the militia going?"

"Don't worry, the militiamen have been undergoing armed training for two years. Although they are militiamen, their training volume, tactical movements, marksmanship, etc. are no weaker than those of the main force's recruits!" Lu Xiaoran said confidently.

"That's good! That's it. Let's strengthen our defense when we go back. If there is anything, call us immediately!" Zhao Danian ended this month's meeting and everyone went their separate ways.

In the blink of an eye, it was December 12th, seven days later, and Li Yuexuan came to the cigarette workshop again.

During these seven days, the cigarette workshop has been producing cigarettes, which is a test run for future continuous production. Of course, this is not the point. The point is that the cigarettes produced these days are all unbranded "black households". Now these cigarettes have been placed in the warehouse and are intended to be distributed to comrades as welfare to satisfy their addiction.

The new cigarette boxes have also been printed these days and are ready for production. Well, the production of cigarette boxes has long been stable, it's just that black words are printed on the original milky white boxes. Well, the white box has an ink-colored cherry blossom on the front and back, and then black bold cherry blossom cigarettes, and Japanese words.

Simple packaging, simple cigarettes without filters were produced one by one in everyone's attention.

Time passed quickly again, and seven days later, they arrived at the street in Ping'an County.

A young boy wearing a thin cotton jacket, a sheepskin vest and a rag hat on his head, has a rope hanging around his neck, connected to a wooden box in front of him.

"Cigarettes, cigarettes, Sakura cigarettes, the taste from my hometown! Cigarettes, cigarettes, Sakura cigarettes, the taste from my hometown..." The young boy shouted as he walked along East Street, passing by many stalls along the way.

"Tofu brain, hand-pulled pancake..."

"Pancakes, pancakes..."

"Shave your head...shave your head..."

"Selling newspapers and selling newspapers..."

Amidst all the shouting, the boy continued walking forward and came to a noodle shop that had just opened. (End of this chapter)