Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

Chapter 368 Yan Xishan Makes Trouble

Wang Meng looked at Milong's frivolous expression and turned his head away.

"Just tell me if you have something?"

"Chief of Staff, Political Commissar, I hear you want to give jobs to military dependents? Then can my wife do that?"

After all the fuss, this is what happened.

Milong's daughter-in-law Shangguan Jieci is an overseas Chinese who is educated and decisive.

From the fact that she followed Milong in order to bury her father-in-law, it can be seen that she is a woman with her own ideas and responsibilities.

"Old Zhao, you can indeed consider Milong's wife. I think it should be no problem for her to be the president of the Women's Association!"

Wang Meng doesn't recommend people easily, but this time he recommended Shangguan Jieci for the first time, so there will definitely be no problem.

"Let's go and take a look if it's convenient?"

Zhang Milong immediately stepped forward to lead the way. He really wanted to find a job for his wife. After all, she was almost bored from staying at home all day.

Especially an independent woman like this shouldn't stay here every day.

Zhang Milong, who loves his wife very much, feels bad when he sees his wife occasionally showing disappointment every day.

However, there are no decent jobs in the small town of Zenda. If Zhao Gang can find something serious to do for his wife, it would be a relief for him.

When they arrived at the small courtyard of Milong's house, Zhao Gang saw the capable Shangguan Jieci and nodded with satisfaction.

"Okay, I think Deputy Battalion Commander Zhang's wife is qualified for this job. Why don't you be the president of our Women's Association, and Xiaozui be the vice president!"

Zhao Gang looked at Shangguan Jieci and Xiaozui with wide eyes, and explained to them what the Women's Rescue Association was.

Shangguan Jieci understood, but Xiaozui was still confused. However, this did not affect their agreement to the matter.

"Okay, it's settled. In a few days, you guys can set up the Women's Association, and we'll organize soldiers from the Sichuan Army to train you!"

Shangguan Jieci raised his eyebrows as if he was about to fly up.

"Training? Political Commissar Zhao, what else do we need to train?"

"Oh, that's right. We are also planning to recruit a militia team. We will equip them with guns. The backbone members of your Women's Association will also be equipped with guns, but they will be equipped with long guns and you will be equipped with short guns."

When Xiaozui heard that there was a gun, she immediately became excited. She pointed at the Type 92 pistol on Meng Fanle's waist.

"Commissar, is this the kind of pistol?"

"Yes, Not Bad!"

"That's great! I wanted to see his pistol before, but he wouldn't let me. Now that I have my own, I'll play with it every day!"

"Hahaha!"

To be on the safe side, the guard company that Wang Meng brought with him stayed with Zhao Gang, responsible for protecting his safety.

Wang Meng got on the jeep again and flew back to Pingshun via Baoshan Airport.

When Taiyuan was captured, Wang Meng reminded Li Yunlong to be wary of Yan Xishan. This old man would definitely not sit idly by and watch most of Shanxi fall into the hands of the Independent Column.

Sure enough, just a few days ago, a large number of Shanxi-Suiyuan troops appeared in Tongguan, on the other side of Fenghuangzui at Fenglingdu.

Moreover, on the west side of the Yongji Yellow River Bridge, the Independent Column and the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army did not interfere with each other. However, the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army has been constantly creating friction in the past two days. Their patrol troops have been entering the area controlled by the Independent Column from time to time to conduct so-called inspections.

Early the next morning, Wang Meng and Li Yunlong gathered in the combat meeting room of the Pingshun Military Fortress.

Li Yunlong handed the telegram from the garrison battalion responsible for the Yongji Yellow River Bridge to Wang Meng.

"Mengzi, look at this old fellow Yan Xishan. Is he itching for trouble? He keeps rubbing against him every day!"

Wang Meng took the telegram and read it with a frown: The Shanxi Suiyuan Army seized the guns of the militia on the west side of the Yongji Yellow River Bridge and arrested six or seven militiamen!

"Old Yan is getting anxious! Seeing that we have occupied his former territory, he wants to stir up trouble and attack us! But where does he get the courage?"

Didn't he get hurt last time at Fenglingdu? Wang Meng was puzzled.

"Old Li, ask Jia Gui to send someone to negotiate. If it can be resolved peacefully, that's great. If not, let's give him a couple of beatings! I'll take some time to find out who gave Old Yan the courage!"

"Okay, then I'll transfer the nearest armored division to Yongji first, just in case something unexpected happens!"

After saying that, the two of them went their separate ways to prepare.

Over the years, the Independent Column has gradually built its own intelligence network, using Franklin, penicillin and bullets to pave the way, and has made many "good friends".

At No. 3 Zhangzizhong Road, Dongcheng District, Beijing, formerly known as Tieshishi Hutong, there is an East Asian-style building, which was the headquarters of the Japanese Army in North China.

A captain staff officer named Guan Gu Shenqi was busy in the Confidential Section 2. At five o'clock in the afternoon, when the bell for the end of get off work rang, he slowly turned off the lights and left the office.

"Guangu-kun, we are going to Zuixianglou to relax. Do you want to come with us?"

"Thank you for your kindness, but I still need to go to the rice shop and make some rice balls at home!"

The Japanese officer pursed his lips, looked at the honest Guan Gu Shenqi, then said hello and left.

Guan Gu Shenqi pushed his glasses, left the headquarters, and walked to a rice shop on East Street.

"Boss, give me ten kilograms of rice!"

After Guan Gu Shenqi finished speaking, he placed a military note on the cabinet.

The rice shop owner, Liu, looked up at Guan Gu Shenqi.

"Taijun, several kinds of rice have arrived recently, and they all taste pretty good. Would you like to come in and take a look?"

"can."

Shopkeeper Liu brought Guan Gu Shenqi into the small warehouse with only a door curtain, grabbed handfuls of rice from the shelf, and spread them in his palms.

"Instructions from our superiors. Find out whether the reason for the unusual movements of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army is related to the Japanese!"

"understand!"

After saying these two simple words, Shopkeeper Liu, with a smile on his face, holding a bag of rice, followed Guan Gu Shenqi out of the warehouse.

As expected, there were two neatly dressed secret agents standing at the door, looking into the room.

Guan Gu Shenqi has long been accustomed to this kind of tracking.

After all, low-level officers in their confidential department have no dignity or secrets. It is normal for them to be monitored at work and watched after get off work.

Guan Gu Shenqi walked out of the gate with the rice bag and patted the two agents on the shoulders.

"Thank you for your hard work!"

The two spies also looked terrified. Although the surveillance was an open secret, it was still a bit embarrassing to be exposed in public.

"Senior, I'm sorry, it's my duty!"

Guan Gu Shenqi did not make things difficult for them, but went back to his rented apartment on his own.

When he got to the apartment, he turned on the radio and prepared his dinner.

He really enjoyed cooking, as only then could he forget his murderous past and painful memories.