Chapter 493 Inside information revealed by Isamu Terauchi
The Japanese abolished the lunar calendar after the Meiji Restoration, causing the time misalignment between many common traditional festivals in East Asia and those in China and other countries.
The Japanese New Year was changed from the Spring Festival to the New Year's Day of the New Calendar, which is January 1st every year.
But the little devils also have to follow the local customs, and these puppet troops still have to celebrate the Spring Festival. In order to stabilize the puppet troops, the Japanese army in various places distributed a lot of supplies as a reward.
Anyang, the brigade headquarters of the Japanese independent first mixed brigade.
This year, Suzuki Teiji lived a very troubled life. The news that Fushimi Miya Mingyi fell into the hands of the Eighth Route Army finally spread back to Japan. Some members of the royal family bypassed the Army Headquarters and the North China Dispatch Army Headquarters and went directly to Suzuki.
Sadji put pressure.
Suzuki Teji originally thought of paying a certain price, even exchanging the artillery that the Japanese army always regarded as a strategic weapon, but the Eighth Route Army of Hebei, Luyu and Henan opened their mouths and wanted to exchange Fushimi Miya Mingyi.
It must be exchanged for the 79 bullet production line.
"Suzuki-kun, Fushimi Palace has fallen into the hands of the Eighth Route Army for nearly a month. We must take measures as soon as possible! Otherwise, the next development will definitely affect you and me!"
Years later, Kojima Yoshizo, commander of the 4th Japanese Cavalry Brigade, could no longer sit still and came directly to Anyang to discuss the matter.
"What measures? Do we need to use force to rescue? Fushimi Palace is still in the hands of the Eighth Route Army. If something goes wrong, we will not be far from returning home!" Suzuki Sadji said in a deep voice.
"Baga, these damn royal worms!" Kojima Yoshizo scolded: "What the Eighth Route Army wants is an entire bullet production line. Do they really want to exchange it with the Eighth Route Army? Will General Gangcun agree?"
"Xiaojiao-kun, you are overestimating the military technology of the Eighth Route Army. Even if the Eighth Route Army has a bullet production line, can they solve the technical problems? If they cannot produce raw materials, how can the Eighth Route Army produce bullets!"
"As you said, this matter must be done sooner rather than later, otherwise..."
Under pressure, the two people quickly reached an agreement that the two brigades were directly under the North China Expeditionary Force, and then reported directly to Okamura Neiji.
And Okamura Neiji had long known about Fushiminomiya's capture, but as the commander of the Japanese North China Expeditionary Force, he could not express his position on the matter. He secretly informed Suzuki Sadji to rescue Fushiminomiya as soon as possible, but he could not let him.
The Eighth Route Army got its wish.
After receiving the telegram, Okamura Neiji thought for a long time and finally dialed the phone on his desk.
"Hey, pick up the Brigade Headquarters of Handan 104 Brigade!"
"I'm Neji Okamura!"
On the other end of the phone, Isamu Terauchi picked up the phone and was suddenly shocked. You must know that Okamura Neji rarely contacted him by phone, and more often communicated in person through telegrams.
"General Okamura, I am Terauchi Yu!"
"Terauchi-kun, immediately transfer a 79 bullet production line from the Handan Arsenal to Anyang!"
"Nani?" Terauchi Isamu was startled: "General, what is this?"
"You don't need to know the reason, execute the order immediately!" Okamura Neji was also angry at this time and hung up the phone directly.
Looking at the hung up phone, Terauchi Isamu frowned. He was always well informed, so he naturally knew about Fushimi Miya Mingyi's capture.
Originally, Isamu Terauchi just wanted to watch the fun, but he didn't expect that in the end, he would go around and cut his body.
In the eyes of Isamu Terauchi, the bullet production line is like a hen that lays golden eggs. What is continuously produced is not bullets, but huge amounts of banknotes.
Zhou Weihan repeatedly expressed that the Eighth Route Army was willing to spend a lot of money to build a bullet production line, but Terauchi Yongsi repeatedly refused.
How can the brave men in the temple bear this happening now?
"Bagaya road!" Temple Yong walked around the office twice, his little eyes flashing non-stop, obviously he didn't hold back a good idea.
After thinking for a long time, Temple Yong made a sudden decision and directly dialed the number leading to Yamawang Mountain.
On King of Hell Mountain, Zhou Weihan happened to be in his office. When he heard the red phone ringing on the table, Zhou Weihan immediately became alert and asked the monk to shield the people around him.
"Hey, is this Terauchi-kun?"
"I'm Isamu Terauchi!" Isamu Terauchi answered the phone with a smile on his face immediately: "Jun Zhou, I have a good news to tell you. Your army has always wanted a bullet production line, and now it's available!"
"Oh!" Zhou Weihan's heart moved, but he still spoke in a tight tone: "Terauchi-kun, this is really an unexpected surprise!"
Then Isamu Terauchi explained the situation simply and clearly.
"Mr. Zhou, how can you hand over something as important as the bullet production line to someone else? I think it's safer to leave it to you, you see?" Isamu Terauchi changed his previous attitude.
"Well, Mr. Terauchi, the bullet production line is really too expensive. You also know the situation of our Eighth Route Army. We are really not rich!" Seeing Mr. Terauchi rushing forward, Zhou Weihan also started to pull.
"We are old friends, how could I cheat you? For one price, 100 large yellow croakers, the bullet production line belongs to your Eighth Route Army. This price can be said to be very cheap!"
One large yellow croaker weighs 312.5g, and one hundred large yellow croakers weighs about 31 kilograms.
Zhou Wei Hanxin said that Temple Yong had a good plan and obtained 100 large yellow croakers based on just one piece of information.
However, it is cheaper than getting a bullet production line.
Zhou Weihan immediately agreed, and the two discussed the specific matters.
At the end, Terauchi Yong said: "Mr. Zhou, please rest assured, I will buy time for you!"
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Weihan shouted out the door: "Monk, call the political commissar over here!"
Zhao Gang, who was called by Zhou Weihan, pushed open the door and left: "Old Zhou, is there an emergency?"
"There is no emergency, but there is good news!"
When Zhou Weihan mentioned this, Zhao Gang suddenly smiled: "This is really great news. A bullet production line was sold by Isamu Terauchi at such a cheap price?"
"Terauchi Isamu is a bastard, but I don't feel sorry for him. However, Old Zhao, don't be too happy. The bullet production line is not yet available, but it is. The two technologies of refining brass and smokeless gunpowder alone are enough to comrade you."
We have a headache, we are still far away from mass production of 79-caliber bullets!"
"In this case, report it to the headquarters immediately and ask the headquarters to send military experts to assist. Go directly to Pingshun. Don't get caught by the little devil lake then. It will be a lot of fun!"
"It is not appropriate to dispatch a large-scale force this time. I will leave for Pingshun immediately to arrange the combat deployment. I think the main force can support this time. It is enough for the special forces and the reconnaissance company to take the main attack!" Zhou Weihan said one after another.
"Okay, I'll report to the headquarters right away!" Zhao Gang nodded and responded.