No newspaper would dare to risk beheading to publicize Zhao Zhiguo and the others.

Matthew scratched his head: "Aren't there photos?"

"Photos? Just those photos, and there's no date on them. Even if you say they were taken two years ago, some people will believe you."

Zhao Zhiguo concluded that their busy day yesterday was in vain.

In fact, not only Zhao Zhiguo's work was in vain, but also the little devil's work.

The Japanese troops arrived overnight, but they couldn't even find Zhao Zhiguo's Mao. They could only send a small number of troops to garrison Wang County, while the rest of the troops returned home.

"We can't promote it in Wang County, we can promote it in Bingzhou!" Matthew clapped his hands and said, thinking he had come up with a good idea.

"I said instructor, Bingzhou area? Do you really dare to think that Mr. Yan will let their newspaper promote me? Which newspaper has such courage?"

Mr. Yan just wants to get rid of Zhao Zhiguo quickly.

He wished that Zhao Zhiguo was already dead, so how could he do propaganda for Zhao Zhiguo?

If any newspaper in the Bingzhou area dares to go against Mr. Yan's will, Mr. Yan will be more ruthless than a little devil. He can make this newspaper disappear with the newspaper that night.

"I don't believe it. There are so many newspapers, but no one dares to report this matter." Ma Xiuwen refused to admit defeat.

"Yes, there must be some. Some newspapers have no lower limit, and they are not afraid of Mr. Yan punishing them, because basically no one reads such newspapers."

Some newspapers rely on earning this kind of money to maintain their operations. As long as you give them money, they dare to write anything.

It is precisely for this reason that this kind of newspaper is too hard to wipe your butt.

"Then we will print our own newspapers and publicize ourselves!"

Matthew was a little annoyed. He finally came up with a good way to grow the army. As a result, he worked for a long time, but nothing happened except a few undeveloped photos.

"This is a good idea! If our army has its own propaganda team and its own printing factory, wouldn't it mean that we don't have to be controlled by others?"

Although this matter seemed to be in vain, it gave Zhao Zhiguo an idea that there should be reporters accompanying the army in his army.

Not only can it help promote the troops, but it can also record the soldiers' daily lives and their bravery in defending their homeland and country on the battlefield.

If you have enough film, you can take photos of the soldiers and send them to their families.

"The camera and the machine for printing newspapers are easy to use. After we finish this mission and return to the station, the two of us will discuss setting up a propaganda department. Instructor, how about you also serve as the head of the propaganda department."

Matthew Wen saw that Zhao Zhiguo was deliberately messing with him: "Go, go, I don't want to be the head of the Propaganda Department."

"Hahaha, instructor, I think your idea is right, but it must be combined with reality. The road to publicity is not achieved overnight, nor can you become fat in one bite. As the saying goes, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. We

The propaganda started when we printed the first newspaper ourselves.”

No one can become famous all over the world just by making something.

If they work hard, their troops will be known to the world as Matthew Wen expected, and many people will remember that there is a group of unknown soldiers who insist on fighting the Japanese army in remote places in China.

"I took it too much for granted, I should reflect on it!"

Matthew also admitted his mistake, which was that he was too willful and too determined to have his own way.

Zhao Zhiguo had obviously persuaded him, but he still persisted in his opinion.

"Hahaha, instructor, these are all small things. If you make a mistake in this kind of thing, there is still room for correction. Unlike me, when I make a battle plan, I don't dare to be careless at all. I have to demonstrate it in my mind a dozen or even dozens of times.

, once a mistake is made, the soldiers will lose their lives."

Perhaps others will never realize how much pressure Zhao Zhiguo is under.

Matthew Wen looked at Zhao Zhiguo's wry smile. He finally knew why more than 200 soldiers were injured and killed, and Zhao Zhiguo was heartbroken.

Perhaps in Zhao Zhiguo's eyes, every life is extremely precious, and even rare treasures cannot compare with it.

Zhao Zhiguo comforted Matthew Wen, saying that even if they made a mistake this time, they would know what they should do in the future.

What they lack in the army is a reporter accompanying the army, and this reporter must be a professional military personnel.

Otherwise, if they go to the battlefield, use a camera to take pictures, and a flash lights up, their location will be exposed. Then it is better not to have journalists accompanying the army.

It was almost dawn, and Zhao Zhiguo and the others no longer felt sleepy.

Fortunately, the little devil leaves just as quickly as he comes.

Guanggusi learned that Zhao Zhiguo's troops had left Wangxian, so he ordered a squadron to be stationed in Wangxian, and also sent a pseudo-legion to Wangxian to assist in the defense.

With the intention of leaving the living puppet troops to die and enjoy their happiness when the Japanese troops came, Guang Gusi once again drove Cui Rongxing's puppet troops to Wang County.

The Japanese army replenished Cui Rongxing's troops. Cui Rongxing was a little dumbfounded when he heard that they were sent to Wangxian again.

When leaving Wang County, Cui Rongxing was a little happy because he could finally get rid of Zhao Zhiguo, and he no longer had to let Zhao Zhiguo take advantage of him and threaten him.

Within two days of leaving, he received another order to lead his troops back to Wang County.

"Captain, this time the Japanese army only arranged a squadron to garrison the county town. The gates of the city are guarded by Japanese troops. It seems that they have learned the lesson of Kawazuki Chi and are now very strict when entering the city."

Since Cui Rongxing's puppet army is still on its way to Wang County, there are currently no puppet troops in Wang County to help the Japs.

"We still have to keep a close eye on Wang County. The little devils are cunning. If they have enough strength, they might be able to kill someone at any time."

Zhao Zhiguo didn't believe that the little devil would just let him go.

If the Japanese army had enough troops, the little Japanese would definitely cut Zhao Zhiguo into pieces.

At this time, the little devils were holding back for the time being, surely waiting for Zhao Zhiguo to relax his vigilance, then they would suddenly appear and strike Zhao Zhiguo with a knife.

"Since the little devil is no longer interested in collecting grain, we will speed up the grain collection operation and strive to complete our grain collection plan within half a month."

Zhao Zhiguo and the others just wanted to build a granary in the Wangxian area so that when they operate in Wangxian in the future, they would no longer have to rely on supplies shipped all the way from Anyang Town.

"Report to Captain, we...we found Captain Gao!"

Good news came again, their troops found Gao Cang in a village.

"Is Gao Cang still alive?" Zhao Zhiguo looked at the soldier excitedly.

"Alive, but seriously injured. Four ribs are broken, his left arm is fractured, and there are large bruises on his legs. He is recuperating at a fellow villager's home. When we heard the news, we will inform you immediately."

Gao Cang was very lucky. When the Japanese cavalry came towards him, the little Japanese did not wave his saber.
Chapter completed!