Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 1466

Chapter 1466 I like to convince people with virtue!

But this may be the most leisurely day when Tang Dao comes to this world.

In the small wooden house in Dakouzidong Town, Tang Dao, who was unemployed and recuperating from his injuries, was either cooking for his wife who came home from the hospital or taking Xiao Tangshanhe out for a walk.

The people in the old street of Dakouzidong Town are even familiar with the routine of Tang Tuanzhang, who enjoys walking his baby. Every dim sum shop has prepared food for Xiao Tang Shanhe early, waiting for Tang Tuan to sit down while walking his baby. When he came, he handed over the snacks, touched Tang Shanhe's little face, and listened to his milky voice and shouted: "Thank you, uncle, aunt, uncle!"

Faced with the kindness of the villagers, Tang Tuanzuo did not refuse. He carried a travel bag and opened it with a smile to accept the gifts from the people.

Of course, this gift is not for nothing. In the evening, someone will always come to pay the bill. If anyone doesn't want it, Tang Tuanzuo will be angry when he passes by the door of his store the next day.

"If you don't take advantage of the masses, that's the military rule of our Four Lines Regiment. You want me, the leader of the regiment, to be whipped and punished, right?" Tang Tuanzuo took out the military regulations manual and pointed at the regulations as a 'lesson' Merchants who refuse to take money.

Yes, Tang Tuanzuo said that he was given the money, and the common people could only accept the money, but this did not stop them from continuing to send all kinds of food to this villain Tang Shanhe.

It's a pity that Tangshan Heya, who is only one and a half years old, hasn't fully grown yet, so he can't eat so many snacks. He can only watch helplessly as his father carries all these delicious foods to the Sixings Tuan Nursery, where 300 people live. The children of many officers and soldiers of the Fourth Corps and the Garrison Brigade.

Although there is no shortage of food and drink, and life is taken care of by specially recruited ladies, such various snacks are not available every day.

This is not because the Four Lines League Headquarters is stingy and is reluctant to spend money to buy it, but because the director of the Political Department, Ye Chenghuan, believes that these little guys should develop a thrifty and simple living habit from an early age.

Their father and mother are fighting for the country on the front line. Don't they just hope that when they grow up, they can build the country and become the pillars of this country?

If you want to be a pillar, there is no reason to live in a greenhouse. Just like wild flowers in the mountains, they will bloom proudly no matter how much wind and rain they experience, while domestic flowers will wither after a night of wind and rain.

This makes sense, but Tang Dao couldn't help but feel a little distressed when he looked at these children who were only one, two, and three years old with their parents' names and his own name on their bodies all year round. Some of them didn't know how long it would take to see their own children. Mom, dad, and even some children may never see their father and mother again in this life.

During the Battle of Shipai, a second lieutenant platoon leader of the first battalion was blown up by a Japanese artillery shell. He originally had a chance to survive, but in order to save a recruit next to him, the second lieutenant was killed when the shells roared down. The platoon leader chose to throw the recruit down.

The second lieutenant platoon leader, who was using his body as a shield, was like a tattered rag doll. Two arms were blown away, one leg was blown away until only one tendon was attached, half of his face was drooped to his chin, and his body was even more bloody.

Even though the soldiers covered his body with at least 15 hemostasis packs and carried him to the medical team as quickly as possible, the military doctors used all means, even injecting morphine imported from the United States, which was three times the amount of ordinary people. , and couldn't stop the heartbreaking pain.

The whole body under the bandage was twitching with severe pain!

At that moment, even the heartbroken company commander Qian Dazhu couldn't bear to see his comrades suffer like this, but the second lieutenant platoon leader persisted with his extremely tenacious will to survive until Leng Feng, who had finished commanding the battle, hurried to the medical team .

"Your girl is my girl. Leng Feng and his wife are no longer here, and Shitou and the others will never starve her and leave her cold." Leng Feng pressed his head against the soldiers who had rushed out of the Sixing Warehouse with him. , deep commitment.

The second lieutenant platoon leader, who had been holding on for breath, then gently lowered his head, letting the tears of the former platoon leader and today's battalion commander fall down his face.

At the moment he left, the thing he was most worried about was his daughter, who was only 2 years old.

And his wife, a field hospital nurse, had already died in the battle of Zishan when she was hit by shrapnel while rescuing the wounded on the front line.

For this reason, he was allowed to stay in the guard camp of Dakouzidong Town as a second lieutenant platoon leader, and his military rank remained unchanged. However, he was still reluctant to let go of his brothers and chose to follow the main force of the Four Lines Regiment south.

Before leaving, he hugged his daughter, who was only one and a half years old and had just learned to call her daddy, and kissed her again and again until the back of the last soldier in the entire battalion was almost blurred, then he ruthlessly put his daughter back into the arms of the director of the nursery. He turned around and walked faster and faster, as if he didn't hear his daughter's crying.

Little did he know that at that moment, the front of the military uniform of the battle-experienced tough guy was already wet.

When the Army second lieutenant was buried at the Beidou Mountain Martyrs Cemetery in Shipai, there was a photo in his arms, a photo of a family of three. Between two soldiers, a man and a woman, with bright smiles, there sat a fat man who was just half a year old and grinning. baby!

Now, both soldiers have died on the battlefield, and the fat baby has been running around with little braids.

Tang Dao still remembered that when he came to the nursery to visit the little girl named Wen Xiuxiu with Leng Feng's instructions the day after he came back, he heard the dean introduce that Wen Xiuxiu, who had always been cheerful and laughing, took a look at it and even held her hand in her hand. Tang Shanhe, who seemed silly in his mouth, actually asked Tang Dao very timidly: "You are my father, then is this my brother?"

"I'm not your father. Your father is still fighting on the front line. He hasn't had time to come back to see you. He will come back when you grow up a little bit." Tang Dao didn't want to lie to the little girl, but looking at the girl's eyes that quickly dimmed, Tang Dao finally lied to her.

"This is Tang Shanhe. Remember his name. He will be your brother from now on. If you need any help, just call him!" Tang Dao cautiously pulled Tang Shanhe to the little girl. "Call Auntie!"

Of course the little girl didn't know how heavy Tang Dao's promise was. Now she only knew that she had a fat, cute little brother.

In the future, Tang Shanhe will be a strong man with a height of 1.82 meters, and it will be a piece of cake for him to carry hundreds of pounds of rice on his shoulders.

Of course, what's more important is that 38 years later, Tang Shanhe led his men in the southwest battle and was the first man to break through the enemy's defense line and plant the national flag on the top of a mountain that the enemy claimed would never fall.

At this time, Tang Shanhe was just a cute little kid of one and a half years old. His father didn't give him so much food along the way, so he could only gnaw his fingers with greed.

Although Xiao Tang Shanhe couldn't stand the father who took away his mother on the first night, as time went by, he became more and more fond of clinging to Tang Dao. This was not only the nature of father and son, but also a unique characteristic of his father. A smell that made him feel safe.

"Sister! You are so tall!" Xiao Tangshanhe looked up at the little girl who was half a head taller than him, his eyes full of envy.

If he had grown so tall, he might be able to trot behind his father without having to be laughed at by his father for having such short legs and having to be carried on his back.

The little girl who was still a little disappointed looked at the cute and cute Tang Shanhe, and her mood instantly improved, and she reached out to hold Tang Shanhe's little hand.

Then, when he saw Tang Dao take off the backpack behind him and open it, it was filled with all kinds of food sold in the old streets of the town, and his eyes suddenly widened.

"Your father asked me to buy this for you and the children in the courtyard with his military salary. As long as I am at home, I will have it every day." Tang Dao squatted down and said with a smile.

"Thank you, dad, and thank you, uncle!" The little girl's big eyes smiled like two crescents.

Those were one of the most beautiful pairs of eyes Tang Dao had ever seen in his life!

It's just that the mood at that time was a little sour!

Tang Dao does these two things every day, spending time with his wife and children. He doesn't go to any military meetings. Occasionally, officers and soldiers from the garrison brigade return to the station to report to him. He just meets them and chats about frontline matters. He waved people away and even saved the food and drinks.

As for calls from the Second Theater Command, the Fourth Army Headquarters, and even the Eightyth Army Headquarters asking him to take a look, he refused on the pretext that he was seriously injured and could not endure long-distance marches.

In the eyes of many people, Tang Tuanzuo went straight to the lying-down mode, and even seemed to have forgotten about disaster relief. It was not until after New Year's Day, and the New Year was about to be celebrated in one and a half months, that Tang Dao seemed to remember that not only did he need to recuperate from his injuries, but he was also assigned the position of deputy commander of disaster relief and started working mode.

"Sir, please recruit 200,000 civilians to gather at Bailang Street, Zijingguan Town. Relief materials will arrive in the near future." After starting work, Tang Dao directly sent a message to the commander named Jiang in the first theater.

"What is Tang Dao doing!" The general commander, who was a little confused by Tang Dao's clueless telegram, just said a sentence in Shaanxi Province.

Otherwise, it cannot express his confusion.

The Bailang Street mentioned by Tang Dao is an extremely famous place. It is located at the junction of the three provinces of Shaanxi, Hubei and Henan. A Bailang River flows from the western end of Bailang Street in Shaanxi Province to the east in the middle of the street in Henan Province, and then turns to the south. The border of Hubei Province.

Tang Dao's meaning is also very clear. The materials he organized will be transported from Shaanxi Province to Henan Province.

This was also closely related to the area controlled by China and Japan at that time. The Japanese army occupied the area north of the Yellow River in Henan Province, cutting off the connection between Henan Province and Shanxi Province. If you want to transport supplies from the neighboring Shan Province to Henan Province, you have to take a detour through Shaanxi Province to enter.

The transportation channel is not a big deal. The key is that you have to have supplies to send. How many supplies do you have to recruit 200,000 civilians?

That's not just a matter of words. Two hundred thousand people are easy to find. Now, nearly one-third of Henan Province has millions of refugees due to drought. They all live on the little porridge and water provided by local governments. As long as you say As a reward for food, I can get you 800,000 yuan, not to mention 200,000 yuan.

But where will the money and food come from to recruit 200,000 people? The peasants have to walk hundreds of miles to eat! With the current situation in Henan Province, it is really not easy to get a million kilograms of grain, unless military rations are used, but that is related to the safety of the first theater. If something goes wrong, he, the general commander, cannot afford it. That responsibility.

"Let's send electricity and ask Tang Dao how much supplies there are. If it's hundreds of thousands of kilograms of grain, I'll send a transport team to pull it." General Jiang frowned and pondered for a while. After all, it was still hard to believe. Tang Dao has such a strong ability.

The information he received was that the Executive Yuan had only allocated 3 million French currency to Tang Dao. Tang Dao did not have the ability to turn stone into gold, so where else could he turn grain into gold?

Not to mention that most of Jin Province is now in decline, even in its heyday, the dry mountainous areas only produced 221 kilograms of grain per capita, which is comparable to Henan Province, which accounts for one-tenth of the country's grain output. ?

Even a fool would not believe that Tang Dao could produce millions of kilograms of grain as soon as he returned to the Taihang Mountains.

"The first batch of disaster relief food is about 5 million kilograms! The second batch is being collected!" Tang Dao's call back was also simple.

General Jiang

Then ecstasy!

As the current top military and political figure in Henan Province, he not only shoulders the responsibility of protecting the land but also pays attention to people's livelihood. In the past few months, the former top chief executive of Henan Province was directly fired because of his inaction when he revealed the information about Henan Province to the top officials of the mountain city. In order to lay a solid foundation, if it weren't for the mediation by some old friends, I almost lost my head.

Once the disaster is serious and the number of refugees increases, he, the commander of the first theater, may not be able to escape his involvement. Although Tang Dao's 5 million grains are not a lot, they can at least meet the urgent needs, right?

As for whether Tang Dao can brag, based on his understanding of Tang Dao, that's not possible.

As for where the food comes from, General Jiang, whose combat skills are average, has enough emotional intelligence and can be called ice-snow smart. He immediately thought of the blonde who 'passionately kissed' Tang at the airport.

Who can do this except the Rockefeller Foundation?

Don't tell me, he was really wrong. Without Laura's help, no matter how powerful Tang Dao was, he would not be able to exchange his beautiful sword for food.

Tang Dao also spit out his words, saying 5 million jins is 5 million jins. This time Tang Dao used 60% of the second theater's transportation capacity to transport this batch of materials.

After receiving Tang Dao's request and the reward of 200,000 kilograms of military rations, the four armies stationed in Zhongtiao Mountain sent a total of 12,000 people and 6,000 pack horses. The second theater directly dispatched a baggage regiment, eight The Tenth Group Army recruited 10,000 civilians from southeastern Shanxi to push wheelbarrows, and the ten major merchants in Dakouzidong Town also sent 400 carts and nearly a thousand pack horses.

This wave of transport teams, which can be called the largest on the North China battlefield, set off from their respective stations and headed for Zishan in southern Hebei under the **** of at least one infantry battalion.

There, Tang Dao stockpiled all the various grains that had been transported by American merchant ships to Jincheng Port in the past two years and then continuously transported to Jin Province by the Manchuria club.

At first, there were detailed statistics, but later the amount was too huge. During the period, it was also distributed to the people in southern Hebei. It was no longer accurate to within a thousand catties. The approximate total amount was definitely more than 40 million catties.

Logistics statistics show that just transporting this batch of grain, with so many people and horses on the road, may have cost more than 1.5 million kilograms.

Therefore, in fact, the actual transportation volume of this transportation team sent by various ministries must exceed at least 7.5 million jins to ensure that the total volume of 5 million jins will be accepted by Henan Province and transported to the local area.

Tang Dao didn't just sit in the back and issue orders this time. He said goodbye to his wife and children and took his reinforced guard squad to follow the transportation team across the Yellow River, into the mountains of Shaanxi Province, and then arrived at the famous junction of the three provinces. All the way to Zhengcheng.

"In the spring of next year, if the drought continues or the disaster-stricken area expands, more batches of grain will arrive in Henan Province. However, it will not be provided to the victims for free, but will be sold by grain merchants. Moreover, the price of grain will remain unchanged from the current level. Change. In addition, the chief minister is requested to apply for more funds and materials from the Executive Yuan for disaster relief, otherwise the lives of millions of people will be affected by famine.

To put it bluntly, your military career and even our lives are not worth mentioning in the face of such a natural disaster, but if the infamy remains in the world due to ineffective disaster relief, it will really "leave its name in history."

In addition, please give me a privilege, sir. If any grain dealer dares to hoard or raise prices during this special period, I will deal with it according to military law, and use extraordinary means in extraordinary times.

Also, regarding the issue of requisitioning military rations from various armies in the areas under their jurisdiction, I hope to postpone the implementation until at least this disaster year has passed. Otherwise, it is very likely that natural disasters will turn into man-made disasters. "Tang Dao said very frankly in the office of General Jiang.

"Is it really so serious?" General Jiang took a deep breath.

What surprised him was not that Tang Dao, the murderous god, was still full of murderous intent when he arrived in the first battle zone, but that from Tang Dao's conversation, he seemed to see the appearance of Chidi Qianli in Henan Province.

"Perhaps it is better to think about the worst than to take chances. I also hope that the weather will be smooth in the coming year. The military rations for the first theater must come from this large-producing province." Tang Dao continued.

Of course, the future little butterfly knows that the 1942 round of great famine in Henan Province was caused by a drought that had not happened in a century. However, the government's ineffective disaster relief and the excessive expropriation by some military forces made it worse, which ultimately led to the disaster that lasted for nearly a year and affected a population of 30 million. The tragic disaster occurred in which 3 million people starved to death.

The grain he transported can only cure the symptoms but not the root cause. If you want to cure the root cause, you must ask the government to intervene in advance and control people.

He is here to start with the grain merchants. Anyone who dares to raise prices or stop selling grain during this period will be killed first, no matter who is standing behind him.

He can kill the Japanese, he can kill the major general who harmed him, he can also kill the general who dares to profit from human life at this time.

It depends on whether some people are aware of current affairs.

"Okay! Leave it to me to take charge of the Executive Yuan, and leave it to you to crack down on profiteers. I will give you a security camp. If there are really hoarders, they will be found out and punished according to wartime military law. Just kill the chicken to scare the monkey. , Don't kill indiscriminately! Requisitioning food from the army is an important matter for the war of resistance, and it needs to be discussed and decided by many parties. It is not something I can decide, so I will put it aside for the time being." General Jiang finally nodded in agreement.

But he didn't say anything, and he still made a point to let Tang Dao pay attention. After all, who can become a grain merchant at this time, isn't there a high-ranking military official behind him? Especially the commander of the 20th Army, whose grain merchants accounted for a quarter of the entire Henan Province.

"I can spare this! Sir, please rest assured, I, Tang Dao, have always convinced people with my virtue!" Tang Dao grinned, showing his white teeth.

General Jiang's heart was not only filled with chills! Inexplicably, I regretted giving Tang Dao this right.

Tang Dao, a vicious man, starved to death thousands of Japanese soldiers in the later stages of the Battle of Shipai. He wanted to convince others with his virtue. This cold joke was not funny at all.

(End of chapter)

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