Chapter 982: Resettlement, making the best use of people and things
"We are from the Sichuan Army Corps, but we are the 88th Regiment, 21st Division, 186th Army. No, now we are the 186th Brigade. We are currently stationed near Xidu. This time we are here to scout the terrain." Long Wenjian was the type who spoke differently to different people. His words were true and false, and Monk Shihang really couldn't tell the difference.

"Ah, you are also from the Sichuan Army. You are really great. But I heard that you have it worse off than us. It is not easy to survive in the Japanese-occupied area. Why~!" Monk Shihang subconsciously thought that they were having a miserable life.

Hearing this, Meng Fanle couldn't help but burst out laughing. If they hadn't met Lin Hao, they would really be as miserable as Monk Shihang said.

"Wait, are you talking about the Sichuan Army Corps that wiped out an entire regiment of Xiao Rizi as reported in the newspaper?" Suddenly a guerrilla fighter seemed to remember something and asked hurriedly.

"Yes, it's us." Long Wenjian nodded and said with a smile.

Hearing this, the guerrillas all turned their heads and looked at them, their eyes full of respect.

"Amitabha, I didn't expect it was you, I'm sorry for being rude." Monk Shihang became extremely respectful this time. Everyone respects heroes.

"Did you really capture the regiment flag?" someone couldn't help but ask.

After fighting for so many years, they had never heard of anyone capturing the regiment flag. When they saw it in the newspaper before, they thought it was fake. Now that they saw the enemy side right in front of them, they couldn't help but ask.

"Of course it's true. I captured the regiment flag." An old member of Team A said proudly.

"Ah, hero, my apologies."

“That’s amazing.”

"I didn't expect to meet you here!"

"So are you planning to go back next?" asked the guerrilla leader.

"Well, just pick up the old man and go back." Long Wenjian said after thinking for a while.

"Is there anything we can help with?" Upon hearing this, these people asked more enthusiastically.

Long Wenjian looked at them, thought for a moment and said, "Maybe I need you to help move the books."

"what?"

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In the yard, Father Meng was arguing with two old members of Team A who were sorting books.

"No matter what, none of these books can be left behind. You can discard the valuables, but none of these books can be lost."

"Old man, why don't you just take less? There are so many books that we can't memorize them all. Besides, we can't carry too much. After all, we still have to fight."

"Yeah, even if we take everything away, we'll all be exhausted. We can't just give up our equipment, right?"

"That's right, old man. Why don't you just be patient and take a few less books with you if you really can't. Hide the others somewhere and wait for us to come back and then you can find them out?"

Unfortunately, no matter how they advised, Mr. Meng would not listen and insisted that all the books be taken with them.

"If there's one book missing, I won't leave. My old bones can't stand the torture any more. You guys can go on your own!"

At this time, Meng Fanle walked in and listened to what Meng's father said, and suddenly became a little angry.

"I'm really wondering why you have to bring these books with you?"

"You may have studied the teachings of Confucius and Mencius for your entire life, but that knowledge has long been ingrained in your bones. Do you still have any backbone for this little book? Village chief? To put it bluntly, you are a traitor."

"Don't look down on those of us who fight. I was taught by you. I have read all these books, but I still want to be with my brothers."

"They are all my comrades, brothers in the same trench. You want to carry these books with you now? Tell me, what is the use of them? Can they save the country? Or can they fill your stomach?"

Meng Fanle stopped pretending completely. All the sense of propriety, righteousness, integrity, loyalty and filial piety were gone.

Father Meng looked at Meng Fanle in shock. He didn't know why his son, who had been with him for more than 20 years, had become like this.

In the past, they were so humble and obedient, and they knew the rules very well, and they greeted each other every day.

"Lie Er, can you say it again?"

"I've been your father for so many years, but I've never heard such vicious words from you!"

"I must bring these books today!"

After saying that, he was ready to teach Meng Fan a lesson.

"Fuck you!" Meng Fan roared angrily. He was completely furious. He didn't know when this stubborn father would realize that these books could not save the country.

Everyone, including Long Wenjian, was stunned. It was the first time he saw Meng Fanle get angry. He wanted to persuade him, but didn't know how to say it.

"Take your uncle with you!"

"Take your uncle with you!"

"Is three times enough?"

As he said that, Meng Fanle pointed the gun at Meng's father's head!

Long Wenjian saw this and quickly stepped forward to persuade the two to leave. What happened to this guy today? It's just some books. At most, he can just throw some bullets.

Father Meng looked at Meng Fan and was so angry that he couldn't even speak.

At this time, Meng's mother walked to the door and saw Meng Fanle pointing a gun at his father. Her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

The team members nearby were quick to act and supported Meng's mother.

"Speak nicely." Long Wenjian walked over and said quickly.

"Why bring it? The Meng family is long gone. What's the point of keeping these books? Can you make a living? Or can you govern the country? Can you ruin your life with your nonsense?"

"Did you see this little guy? He was killed with a knife, not your two books." Meng Fanle seemed to have had enough of these books and shouted angrily.

"Okay, take all the books with you." Long Wenjian said at the right time: "It just so happens that those new members and the guerrillas can help us. Once we get to the place where the motorcycles are hidden, it will be easy."

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Soon, everyone was carrying a large box of books, wrapped in brown paper and covered with a tarpaulin to keep it waterproof.

The guerrillas took great care of these books, carrying them carefully one by one without any complaints.

But it was precisely this that made Meng Fan feel even more guilty. For a moment, he really wanted to throw away these seemingly useless books.

"Okay, have you forgotten that the host is very fond of these ancient books? Maybe he regards them as treasures." Walking on the road, Long Wenjian saw that Meng Fanle was not in a very good mood, and said in a low voice.

When Meng Fanle heard this, he seemed to have thought of a way to deal with these books.

"Yes, you are right. The Brigade Commander really likes these books. I will sell them to you when the time comes." Meng Fanle thought this was also a solution. Whether selling or giving them away, he never wanted to see these books again in his life.

At this time, the scholar came over again, he also carried a lot of books. Looking at his thin body, Meng frowned in frustration.

"give it to me!"

"It's okay. I really envy you for having so many books at home~!"

“You must have read more books than me!”

"You know, I like reading the most~!"

"But later I found that reading books could not save the country, so I looked for ways to save the country~!"

"Oh, why don't you take these books with you? There are so many books. How many people would it take to carry them from the north of the Yellow River to the south of the Yellow River, from the south of the Yellow River to the south of the Yangtze River, and from the south of the Yangtze River to the south of the Xiang River to the west of Yunnan? How could you do that? You can't do that. These are books."

"It's none of your business!" Meng Fanle said unhappily.

"The books cannot be thrown away. The war will eventually be over, and after the war, these books will still be useful!" the scholar emphasized.

Father Meng seemed to see hope, and said in a deep voice: "These are all unique copies!"

"A single copy?"

"Yes, it's a unique copy."

"Then we can't throw them away." The scholar's eyes lit up and he guarded the books tightly.

Meng Fanle looked at the scholar and suddenly had an idea: "Scholar, there is a place that is especially suitable for you."

"where?"

"Xidu!"

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After a difficult journey, they finally found the place where they had hidden the motorcycle before. Then everyone put the books on both sides of the motorcycle and sped back to Xidu.

After arriving at the Xidu base, Meng Fan, who was extremely annoyed, brought his bookworm, oh no, scholar, to find Lin Hao.

Scholars are indispensable, but empty talk will ruin the country. When Lin Hao saw the little bookworm, this sentence flashed through his mind.

"Do you want to fight?" Lin Hao asked with a smile as he looked at the little bookworm in front of him with long flowing hair, bright eyes, and always talking about fighting.

"Yes, I want to fight, sir. I found that I have found my faith!" the little bookworm said confidently.

"But what can you do?" Lin Hao nodded and asked, "Can you shoot? Do you know how to fight?"

"Do you know how to dodge enemy bullets? Do you know how to determine the landing point through the sound of artillery? Can you distinguish the calibers of various artillery? Do you know the tactics to deal with?" Lin Hao's series of questions made the little bookworm completely dumbfounded.

In his eyes, fighting a war is nothing more than holding a gun, firing some bullets, going into the trenches and shooting at the enemy. If all else fails, then fighting with bayonets.

But here, that doesn't seem to be the case.

"Just give me a gun, I'm not afraid of death." The little bookworm raised his head, looking indifferent to life and death, and ready to go to the battlefield.

"With your thin arms and legs, what can you use to fight against life on the battlefield? Besides, I don't lack big soldiers like you." Lin Hao shook his head and said.

"Any one of my soldiers can beat ten of you, so are you going to fight? Or are you going to get killed?" Hearing this, the little bookworm was very disappointed. His biggest ideal was to save the country, but in the end, no one paid any attention to him.

I want to carry a gun and kill the enemy, but what happens? I don’t even know how to use a gun.

For a moment, the little bookworm felt a little depressed and thought he was a useless person.

"A scholar is useless!" said the little bookworm somewhat dejectedly.

Hearing this, Lin Hao shook his head and said:

"You can't say that. Fighting is indeed not suitable for you. That's because everyone has their own expertise. Your role is not on the battlefield, but in the classroom. Now our Sichuan Army needs more knowledgeable people!"

Lin Hao said solemnly: "I'll give you a position, which can be regarded as a contribution to the war of resistance!"

Now, the little bookworm's eyes lit up. He had always thought that he was a useless person who could do nothing.

Now that he finally has a place to prove his worth, the little bookworm is still very excited and looks at Lin Hao with anticipation.

"At present, there are many illiterate people in my Sichuan Army. I plan to organize a literacy class and strive to make everyone recognize ten characters within a month, and recognize 800 commonly used characters after half a year."

"Originally, I was still worried about how to deal with the teacher's issue. Now, I think you are very suitable." Lin Hao thought about it and arranged a position for him.

"Ah? Be a teacher?" The little bookworm was a little disappointed. He thought that even though he couldn't go to the battlefield, he could at least do something else, such as driving a tank, a truck, or an infantry fighting vehicle.

After arriving in Xidu, he discovered that there were many equipments here that he had never seen before. Compared with before, his old sleeve was indeed a fire stick. No wonder Meng Fanle had a sarcastic tone from beginning to end.

"What? Do you feel that being a teacher is a waste of your talent? Or that you can't contribute to the war of resistance?" Lin Hao knew what he was thinking. He was just a poor child who always wanted to prove his worth.

Until the moment he died in battle, he was still thinking about serving his country.

"Yes." The little bookworm said frankly.

"As I said before, my troops currently have a lot of advanced equipment, but there are too few people who can operate it!"

"Why? Because they are illiterate and have no knowledge. They don't know how to operate the equipment!"

"Now it's up to you to teach them to recognize words. In this way, more people will be able to read and write, and they can operate more advanced equipment to kill time. Indirectly, aren't you making a contribution to the war of resistance?" Lin Hao fooled the little bookworm so much that he almost lost his mind.

But the little bookworm enjoyed it very much. Meng Fan, who had been annoyed all the way, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally got rid of him. I thought I was annoying enough, but I didn't expect this guy to be more annoying than me!" After watching the little bookworm happily accept the order, Meng Fanle breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"Commander, you don't know, he kept asking me questions like a hundred thousand whys, almost driving me crazy."

Hearing this, Lin Hao turned around and looked at him, shook his head and said:
"Scholars are indispensable, but empty talk will ruin the country. However, this person did not just talk, but really put down his pride and worked hard. This is not a bad thing."

"His value is not on the battlefield. It would be a waste to just throw him to the front line!"

In response to this, Meng Fan nodded. He also felt that it was a waste for this guy to go to the battlefield. One bullet could take his life.

Just as Lin Hao said, if more literate people can be trained, the combat effectiveness of the Sichuan Army will be greatly enhanced.

"Next, let's talk about your father." Lin Hao suddenly changed his expression.

"Uh? My father?" Meng Fan was a little confused and didn't know what Lin Hao meant.

"Heshun Town Chief, do you know what the charge is? To put it simply, it's treason. No matter what his reasons are, the fact that he is a traitor is an ironclad fact." Lin Hao said coldly.

Hearing this, Meng Fan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to interpret it. On the way back, he was thinking about how to solve this matter. No matter what, Lin Hao was right.

His father was indeed a traitor, and a large part of his anger at the time came from this.

Because of these books, he became a traitor, and because of these books, his family suffered countless shames.

It was because of these books that his father refused to leave.

So, he pulled out the gun and pointed it at his father's head, just to make him realize that these books were useless.

"However, considering that your father did not do anything bad when he was the head of the village, and that he made a compromise to protect your family's books, I plan to build a primary school so that all children of school age can go to school. Let your father be the principal."

Lin Hao patted Meng Fanle's shoulder, then said with a smile:

"A silkworm will not stop spinning silk until it dies. Keep working until the day when you can no longer work. This is a good opportunity to make use of your father's remaining energy!"

"Instead of having him bother you at home all day long, just let him face those kids!"

Originally, Meng Fanle was still worried about what kind of punishment he would receive, but he didn't expect that his father would be the principal. This was not a punishment at all, it was a real surprise.

As for the day when he can't work anymore, Meng curled his lips in frustration. Considering his father's physical condition, it might be a bit difficult.

When he thought of those students who were about to be dominated by his father, Meng Fanle suddenly felt a sense of regret that it would be better for me to die than for my friends to die.

Only Lin Hao looked at him like a fool. Unless you never get married in your life, if you have a baby in the future, your child will definitely suffer the terror of your father's domination, and you will be the one who suffers then.

"Hehe, have you ever thought about getting married in the future?" Lin Hao suddenly reminded.

When asked this question, Meng Fan was stunned for a moment, and said without thinking:
"Of course. There are three kinds of unfilial behavior, and the worst is to have no descendants. I will definitely marry and have children~!"

"Oh, have you ever thought about it, your father is the principal, what will happen to your children in the future?" As he spoke, Lin Hao laughed wildly.

Meng Fanle's expression changed again and again, he shuddered, and then looked at Lin Hao with resentment:

"Master, I have realized that I should become a monk. I will go to find Monk Shihang right now!"

After saying this, he fled from the brigade headquarters.

Seeing that Meng Fan was so scared, Lin Hao's mood improved a lot. He then asked someone to find Zhang Yang. He still valued this flight instructor very much.

"Hello, sir!" Zhang Yang saluted quickly when he saw Lin Hao.

"You're welcome. Your military rank should be major, right?" Lin Hao asked.

"Well, I'm Major Zhang Yang, deputy commander of the 4th Air Force Squadron, reporting to you." Zhang Yang said seriously.

Lin Hao nodded and continued: "Have you seen the fighter plane? What do you think?"

"It's very advanced, more advanced than any other plane I've ever seen!" Thinking of the planes he had just seen at the airport, Zhang Yang said excitedly:

"If I could fly a fighter like this, I would definitely be able to shoot down more Japanese fighters."

He originally thought that the Military Control Commission was deceiving him. On the way here, he thought that even if it was an old and toothless plane, he would accept it as long as it could still take off.

Unexpectedly, the Military Control Commission did not lie to him this time. When he saw those advanced planes at the airport and heard the introduction of a man named Wang Wei, he was even more surprised. He did not expect that they were actually advanced fighter planes of the United States. Thinking of this, Zhang Yang trembled all over.

"Commander, as long as you let me fly this fighter, I can definitely shoot down more Xiao Rizi's fighter planes." Zhang Yang said again. Now he just wanted to fly the fighter plane to kill Xiao Rizi and avenge his comrades, brothers, students and apprentices.

He was the only one left in a flying squadron, and he lived in torment every day.

However, Lin Hao shook his head and said: "Your value is not how many fighter planes you shoot down, but how many pilots we train."

"Ah?" Zhang Yang was a little disappointed: "But I came here to fly a fighter plane and to avenge my comrades!"

Seeing the other party's extremely excited expression, Lin Hao pondered for a while and said:

"You can fly a fighter plane, but first you have to train a certain number of pilots for me. You know, your value is much higher than others."

"Let's put it this way. We need to train 15 pilots in the second batch. As long as all of them pass the training, you can fly a fighter plane to attack the next time you encounter an enemy plane. If you can train 50 pilots, you can fly any plane you want, without any restrictions."

Lin Hao naturally has a way to deal with this kind of person who only cares about revenge. Want to fly a fighter plane? No problem, just train him a qualified pilot.

"Really?" Zhang Yang asked quickly.

"Of course it's true. I have selected a group of literate people from the entire army and transferred them all to the Air Force Brigade to serve as cadets. You will be responsible for training them. Of course, as an instructor, you have the right to fly a fighter plane into the air, but you cannot fight." Lin Hao emphasized again.

"Yes! Commander." As long as he could fly a fighter plane into the air, it was enough. As for training a few pilots, it was really no big deal for him.

Seeing that the other party agreed, Lin Hao finally felt relieved. As long as he was given some more time, his air force would shock the whole world.

At the same time, Lin Hao set his sights on Yangon, where countless wealth would be waiting for him, but he needed to get a batch of advanced equipment and napalm bombs.

According to intelligence, Xiao Rizi has been strengthening its fortifications recently, and many defensive fortifications have been built on the mountains. Lin Hao’s next strategic goal is to capture Yangon.

With the firepower equipment we have now, it won't be a big problem to take down Xiao Rizi's fortifications.

But the casualties will definitely be huge. In order to reduce casualties, he must increase the density of firepower.

For example, when dealing with fortifications, the best thing is napalm. Once this thing explodes, it will not be easily extinguished unless it is burned out.

Then Lin Hao came to the U.S. military factory and asked them to purchase and imitate the U.S. napalm bombs.

However, the engineer at the military factory gave Lin Hao a suggestion, which was to use a flamethrower.

Flamethrower Lin Hao certainly knew that next year the United States would be badly beaten by Xiao Ri’s fortresses, tunnels, and trench networks in the Pacific battlefield.

In order to destroy Xiao Rizi's defensive advantage, countless methods were thought of, but in the end, a flamethrower was used to break it.

In addition, Lin Hao decided to increase the firepower of the infantry. For this purpose, he handed over the 40mm gun to the military factory and asked them to produce a batch of 40mm gun.

这个40火，是以RPG-7为基础设计的69式“新40火”，不是56年以RPG-2为基础的“老40火”。

The main reason is that the old 40mm rifle has a short firing range, generally not exceeding 150 meters, and has poor reliability, with duds often occurring. Also, its power is relatively small, so it depends on luck to deal with light tanks, but it is powerless against medium tanks, not to mention that it will inevitably face heavy tanks from Western countries in the future.

In addition, when facing some sturdy bunkers, it is still a little bit lacking. After all, the flamethrower's firing distance is at most a few dozen meters, and the 40mm fire is mainly aimed at tanks and armored vehicles!
So they took out the Type 56 75mm recoilless gun, which weighs 52 kg in combat state, with the barrel weighing 34 kg and the mount weighing 16 kg. It has a maximum range of 6500m (anti-explosive grenade) and a direct firing distance of 400m (anti-explosive grenade). Normally, it requires 7 people to operate it, but in extreme cases, three people can barely use it.

It is enough for one person to carry the gun body, one person to carry the gun carriage, and another person to carry a box of shells.