activa-t Chapter 38 Military Pigeons? White Flour?
Chapter 38 Military Pigeons? White Flour?
Life went on in an orderly fashion. In order to quickly increase his points, Wang Yousheng gave one of his binding slots to Zhang Dabiao, the battalion commander.
I originally wanted to give it to Shen Quan, the second battalion commander of the Independent Regiment, and Wang Huaibao, the third battalion commander, but unfortunately, their favorability rating was only 20, which wasn't enough.
However, with Zhang Dabiao's help, the aftermath of the battle within a kilometer range was enough to capture most of the battalion's gains.
Two teammates at the first-level deputy level can earn around 8,000 points per day by acting together!
They can also earn merits from time to time.
For example, like right now.
In the security room of the First Battalion, Wang Yousheng looked at the points on the backstage with a happy expression.
[Deputy Teammate Li Yunlong: Completed daily check-in task, completed daily supervision task, completed daily inspection task, points +3000]
Li Yunlong visits Kong Jie at a field hospital, gaining +2 to his medical skills and +1000 points.
[Zhang Dabiao, a teammate at the deputy level 1: Assisted local villagers with spring plowing, earning +1000 points and +50 merits.]
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Wang Yousheng was overjoyed!
In this way, unlocking advanced detection will be just around the corner!
He is now quite looking forward to the advanced test, after all, if the intermediate test is this impressive, the advanced test must be even more amazing!
"Hahaha!"
Overjoyed, Wang Yousheng even burst into laughter in his office.
Several comrades who passed by were quite puzzled. Ever since this Instructor Wang came to the Independent Regiment, he would often laugh to himself, which seemed rather strange...
"Instructor Wang, what are you laughing at?"
Just then, a comrade hurriedly walked in from outside the door. It was Wang Gensheng, a veteran of the First Battalion.
Wang Yousheng snapped out of his daze, gave an awkward laugh, and said, "Nothing, nothing, Comrade Gensheng, what can I do for you?"
Having been in this world for several months, Wang Yousheng has also adapted to the local customs and manners, speaking with a distinctly rural accent.
As he spoke, Wang Yousheng couldn't help but glance at Wang Gensheng. His favorability rating was only 30, whereas it was only 20 when they dueled before. It seemed that the veteran was becoming more and more amiable towards him.
Wang Gensheng exclaimed excitedly, "Instructor Wang, come quick! A village chief has sent supplies to our Eighth Route Army! Haha, 500 jin of flour! They're really supporting our work!"
"Five hundred catties of wheat flour?"
Wang Yousheng raised an eyebrow. Five hundred catties might sound like a small number, but it would be of great help in the current situation of the War of Resistance against Japan!
After all, the army needs to support its soldiers, and resources are scarce. Back when they crossed the grasslands, they even had to gnaw on tree bark.
Five hundred catties of wheat flour can make a lot of wheat flour buns, enough to feed a battalion of troops for a month.
Wang Gensheng added, "Yes, you're the clerk, you can read and write, and you need to keep records. It was Captain Zhang who notified me to call you over."
Without much thought, Wang Yousheng said, "Let's go take a look."
At this moment, outside the entrance of Daxia Village, several comrades from the First Battalion were watching an oxcart, while several villagers chattered incessantly nearby.
Beside the oxcart, an old man with a mustache dressed in a Tang suit was chatting with Zhang Shan with a smile.
The old man with the mustache was named Zhou Huaiqi. He was over fifty years old and the village chief of Daxia Village. This time, he personally delivered 500 catties of flour to the First Battalion.
Seeing that Village Chief Zhou was so generous, Zhang Shan naturally accepted the donation.
At this moment, Wang Yousheng and Wang Gensheng had caught up closely.
"Captain Zhang!"
Wang Yousheng came up behind the group and called out.
Since the end of that competition, Zhao Dabao acknowledged Wang Yousheng's superior bayonet skills, so he appointed Zhang Shan as the new recruit team leader to manage the new recruit training. At the same time, considering the shortage of officers, he also had Zhang Shan maintain the job of guarding the village entrance.
Zhang Shan turned his head slightly and said with a smile, "Instructor Wang, you've arrived. Village Chief Zhou has donated supplies to our Eighth Route Army, five hundred catties of flour. Instructor Wang, please give me the amount."
Wang Yousheng nodded slightly, his gaze falling on Zhou Huaiqi.
[Intermediate Detection (Analysis Eye): Zhou Huaiqi, the village chief of Daxia Village, has been detected. His favorability rating is 0, and he exudes a dangerous aura. Please be cautious...]
"Um?"
Wang Yousheng's expression changed; a dangerous aura emanated from him!
This was the first time he had received such information since he acquired the cheat system.
He observed it carefully again.
[Intermediate inspection: A daily-use military pigeon, number 007, was found hidden in the inner pocket.]
"Military pigeons?"
Wang Yousheng immediately understood.
During the War of Resistance against Japan, in addition to radio communication, the Japanese army used military pigeons the most, which were pigeons that could transmit intelligence.
This thing is no ordinary device. Whether the Japanese were fighting or conducting raids, they would use radios and military pigeons to transmit intelligence whenever they detected enemy activity.
Military pigeons are generally deployed in small combat units, usually as a squad. At the brigade level or above, radios are used.
During the War of Resistance Against Japan, the Eighth Route Army would shoot down any military pigeons they spotted. The head of a military pigeon was no less valuable than that of a major officer, since military pigeons could attract more enemies.
Wang Yousheng pondered to himself, how could Zhou Huaiqi have Japanese military pigeons on him?
He exudes a dangerous aura; could he be a Japanese intelligence agent?
With that in mind, Wang Yousheng decided to give it a try.
At this time.
Zhou Huaiqi greeted him immediately, speaking in a friendly manner: "Hello, comrade. Your Eighth Route Army has done a great job fighting the Japanese. I brought some flour donated by the villagers to support your work. It's just a small token of my appreciation, and I hope you won't find it offensive."
Wang Yousheng replied, "Village Chief Zhou is too kind. Your support for the work of our Eighth Route Army shows that the villagers of Daxia Village support our Eighth Route Army. After we drive out the Japanese devils, we will definitely build big houses for the village! Every household will be allocated fertile land."
Zhou Huaiqi laughed heartily, while his eyes kept glancing around as if searching for something.
Seeing this, Wang Yousheng couldn't help but become suspicious. It seemed that Zhang Shan and the others had become a little lax. While it was good that the villagers donated supplies, why did they let others into the camp without investigating the situation thoroughly?
Wang Yousheng had studied psychology, and even without the help of a cheat code, he was certain that Zhou Huaiqi was up to something.
His eyes darted around, and although he appeared amiable on the surface, he occasionally revealed a tense expression.
Wang Yousheng immediately said, "Village Chief Zhou, these past two years have seen severe cold snaps, and I remember that the harvests in several neighboring towns haven't been very good. The villagers of Daxia Village were able to donate 500 jin of flour; they must have taken out all their stored grain, right?"
(Note: Wang Yousheng transmigrated into Wang Yousheng's body, inherited his memories, and gained a good understanding of the situation in Shanxi in recent years.)
Zhou Huaiqi was chatting and laughing with his comrades when he heard these words, and a hint of tension flashed across his face.
He quickly recovered and laughed, "What the commander says is true. Even so, we local people must support the Eighth Route Army. Once the Japanese devils are driven away, we can live a peaceful life, right?"
As he spoke, he took a special look at Wang Yousheng, only to find that Wang Yousheng's eyes were fixed on him.
Wang Yousheng glanced at the white flour on the oxcart and said, "That's good. May I ask, Village Chief Zhou, how many households are there in Daxia Village?"
Zhou Huaiqi didn't think much of it and replied, "More than twenty households."
Wang Yousheng raised an eyebrow, immediately patted Zhang Shan on the shoulder, and said, "Captain Zhang, open the container and take a look."
"Um?"
Zhang Shan was stunned for a moment, and the comrades next to him also looked at Wang Yousheng with surprise and doubt.
Zhang Shan then said, "Secretary Wang, I just checked."
Wang Yousheng raised an eyebrow and said again, "I'm the clerk, I need to check it again."
"this……"
Zhang Shan thought to himself: What does Instructor Wang mean by this? Opening the bag and inspecting it in front of everyone, isn't that questioning Village Chief Zhou?