You are ordered to support the War of Resistance against Japan; China enters Level 1 combat readines

"Mountain City has really played its cards right!"

"What's this? Picking peaches?"

"How awful!"

The bosses' curses grew louder and more offensive.

The vice president remained silent, placed the telegram on the table, and took a sip of water from his teacup.

He spoke only after the insults subsided a little; his voice was soft but steady.

"Have you finished cursing?"

The executives looked at each other awkwardly and sat back down.

Some people were still angry and muttered under their breath, "What's the use of cursing? They've already taken over our territory."

The vice president smiled faintly, revealing no emotion.

"Since they want it, then give it to them. Send a telegram back to the Taihang Military Region and order the troops to withdraw."

The CEOs were all stunned.

The one who was yelling the loudest just now had his mouth open for a long time without closing it.

"Withdraw? Just like that? Vice President, that's Zhongtiao Mountain! The gateway to North China!"

The vice president shook his head and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

"There's nothing we can do if they don't give in; they're in a position of moral high ground!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the people in the room.

"Since they want it, give it to them. Once we've suppressed the plague in southeastern Shanxi and recovered..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the slight smile on his lips sent a chill down everyone's spine.

One of the bosses reacted quickly; he paused for a moment, then laughed, his eyes narrowing into slits.

"Yes, let them be happy for a couple of days first."

The other executives also seemed to be deep in thought.

The vice president picked up his teacup, took another sip of water, and smiled faintly.

"Send a telegram to the Taihang Military Region, telling them to withdraw their troops and avoid conflict. We can deal with the Zhongtiao Mountain issue later."

. . .

mountain city.

"Principal, Zhongtiao Mountain has been captured!"

"Oh? So fast?"

The principal finally smiled.

"Yes, there are hardly any troops left to defend Zhongtiao Mountain. It is said that only one battalion of less than a thousand men remains. Moreover, after the main force was wiped out, the Japanese soldiers were terrified."

"The 14th Army took it in less than two hours with minimal casualties."

The principal nodded, a smile playing on his lips.

"Old He did a good job this time. The 14th Army Group originally withdrew from the Zhongtiao Mountains, so they are familiar with the terrain there and it's expected that they acted quickly."

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, then put it down, turning his gaze to the head of the aide-de-camp.

"What about the Eighth Route Army? Have they made any moves?"

"Yes! It is said that the Eighth Route Army also sent a team to take over Zhongtiao Mountain, but they were not as fast as us. By the time they arrived, our flag had already been planted on the mountain."

"The 14th Army blocked their way, and the two sides were locked in a standoff for a while. After the Eighth Route Army consulted with its superiors, it withdrew."

"Um."

The principal was not surprised.

As long as they take Zhongtiao Mountain first, the Eighth Route Army will never dare to launch a forced attack under the pretext of creating friction and sabotaging the War of Resistance.

"Let all newspapers publish."

"Now, immediately, urgently!"

"yes!"

……

Before long, before it even got dark, an urgent manuscript was already finished.

"Breaking news! Breaking news! The National Revolutionary Army has recaptured the Zhongtiao Mountains!"

"Breaking News! The 14th Army has defeated the Japanese 21st Division!"

"Look at the newspaper! Great victory at Zhongtiao Mountain! Over 10,000 Japanese casualties!"

……

The newsboys carried bulging bags of newspapers on their backs, holding the newspapers high in their hands, their voices getting shriller and shriller.

A middle-aged man in a long gown came out of the alley, took out a dime, and bought a serving.

He stood by the roadside, unfolded the newspaper, and his eyes fell on the large words on the front page.

"The Great Victory at Zhongtiao Mountain—Our army routed the Japanese 21st Division, killing over 10,000 enemy soldiers and recovering lost territory!"

His hands trembled slightly, not from the cold, but from excitement.

When news of the fall of Zhongtiao Mountain reached the mountain city, he smashed a teacup.

More than 100,000 men were wiped out in less than a month. Every day, newspapers were filled with articles criticizing them, and the criticism made him feel choked up for months.

Now it's all good, they've won back.

And they even killed tens of thousands of Japanese soldiers!

"Good! Well done!" he couldn't help but shout, and several newspaper buyers nearby echoed him.

"The 14th Group Army truly lives up to its reputation as an iron army!"

"Over ten thousand enemy soldiers killed! Well done!"

"The principal is wise! The Party and the State are mighty!"

……

In teahouses, restaurants, and street stalls, people were reading newspapers and discussing the news everywhere.

Some say the 14th Army fought a bloody battle, some say the principal strategized brilliantly, and some say let's see if the Japanese dare to be arrogant again.

He spoke with great enthusiasm and animated expression, so much so that several tea drinkers stood up and slammed their fists on the table in excitement.

A storyteller even read the newspaper articles aloud to those who couldn't read.

"Our 14th Group Army launched a full-scale counterattack against Zhongtiao Mountain yesterday. The soldiers fought bravely and fiercely, and after several hours of intense fighting, they captured the main peak of Zhongtiao Mountain in one fell swoop..."

In this battle, over 10,000 of the main force of the Japanese 21st Division were killed or wounded, and countless weapons and supplies were captured. The remaining enemy troops fled down the mountain, and our army is currently in pursuit…

The recapture of Zhongtiao Mountain was a major victory since the start of the War of Resistance against Japan, proving that our army's combat strength was growing daily and was sufficient to crush any enemy's attempt to invade...

The principal was greatly pleased upon hearing the news and sent a special telegram commending all officers and soldiers of the 14th Army Group, encouraging them to continue their efforts, annihilate the enemy, and recover the lost territory…

Not a single word about the Eighth Route Army was mentioned between the lines.

The 21st Division was defeated by the Nationalist Army, and Zhongtiao Mountain was recaptured by the 14th Army Group.

Some tabloids were even bolder, stating directly that "the 14th Army Group annihilated the main force of the 21st Division, killing more than 20,000 enemy officers and soldiers below the rank of division commander."

It seems like that battle was really fought by the 14th Army Group, and it seems like those tens of thousands of Japanese soldiers were really killed by them.

No one questioned it.

Cheers echoed through the streets and alleys, and the teahouses were filled with the sound of tables being slapped.

Some suggested donating money to the 14th Army Group, some suggested writing a letter of respect to the principal, and some said this was how the War of Resistance should have been conducted.

. . .

Eighth Route Army Headquarters.

"Damn it, this is outrageous!"

A CEO slammed the newspaper onto the table.

"Shameless! Utterly shameless!"

"Taking Zhongtiao Mountain wasn't enough; they even want to steal the battle merits!"

"They attacked the 21st Division? What did they use to fight? Their mouths?"

"Killed over ten thousand enemies?"

"Where did they kill the enemy? The garrison in Zhongtiao Mountain, at most, numbered a thousand?"

"This is a classic example of the Spring and Autumn Annals style of writing!

The CEO in charge of publicity read the newspaper over and over again, his hands trembling with anger.

Although the newspaper did not explicitly state that the 14th Army Group annihilated the 21st Division, wasn't that the implication?

This infuriated the CEOs, but they felt powerless to do anything about it.

You said you bombed them, and they didn't deny it, but did you kill eight thousand, ten thousand, twenty thousand, or thirty thousand?

There's a lot to say about this.

Anyway, everyone's fighting the Japanese. As for who fights more, who fights less, who's the main force, and who's the supporting force, that's up to who shouts the loudest.

The vice president sat there without saying a word.

This time, even he got angry.

"What about Mr. Shen..."

"How are we going to explain this to Mr. Shen?"

Mr. Shen sent out planes and bombs, turning the 21st and 35th Divisions upside down.

In the blink of an eye, the credit went to someone else?

Perhaps Mr. Shen doesn't care about this empty title, but you can't give this empty title to someone else!