Zhao Zhiguo is locking himself in a small dark room to write a self-criticism.

Suddenly I heard a noise coming from outside.

Then chaotic footsteps entered his command post.

"Hello, Chief!"

When Matthew Wen saw the deputy commander, he was stunned for a moment and almost didn't react.

When he was sure that he was not dazzled, he quickly saluted the deputy commander in chief.

"Where is Zhao Zhiguo? Look at the good things you have done!"

The deputy commander-in-chief was so upright that he slapped the table with a dull sound.

The headquarters instantly became quiet, and no one dared to breathe.

"Report to the chief, I am also responsible for this matter." Matthew Wen wanted to take the blame for Zhao Zhiguo.

But the deputy commander-in-chief did not appreciate it at all: "Of course you have a responsibility. As the political commissar of the independent regiment, you ignored military discipline and did not investigate what happened."

Matthew lowered his head and did not dare to say another word.

"Where is Zhao Zhiguo?"

"I'm in solitary confinement and writing an inspection report."

The deputy commander walked to the door and kicked it open: "Zhao Zhiguo, what are you pretending to be? Get out of here."

Zhao Zhiguo had long heard the quarrel in the headquarters, and he pricked up his ears and listened for a while.

Judging that the deputy commander-in-chief had arrived, Zhao Zhiguo's brain was rapidly thinking of countermeasures.

Seeing that the door had been kicked open, Zhao Zhiguo had to carefully walk to the deputy commander-in-chief and salute: "Hello, chief, Zhao Zhiguo salutes you!"

"Hiding in the room, why are you pretending to be a little wife?"

"Reporting to the chief, Zhao Zhiguo knows that he has committed serious crimes and wants to punish himself. He is writing a written review to the headquarters to deeply reflect on what he has done."

"Get out of the way, go to the side!"

The deputy commander-in-chief walked to the table and looked at the half-written self-reflection letter that Zhao Zhiguo had written.

"Reporting to the chief, I, Zhao Zhiguo, have made a mistake. I know that I have sinned deeply, and I am here to apologize..."

The deputy commander-in-chief read the letter of apology written by Zhao Zhiguo word for word.

After reading, Zhao Zhiguo made an expression as if he knew he had made a big mistake: "Chief, I...I haven't finished writing yet."

"The writing is profound, but do you really realize your mistake?"

"Chief, when Political Commissar Ma came to talk to me, I had almost realized my mistake."

"Young Master, as a commander, you made a mistake and only received this punishment. Do you think it's justified?"

Discipline is discipline. No matter how high your position is or how much contribution you have made, you can write a self-criticism and be locked up for a few days to get over it.

"Report to the chief, I, Zhao Zhiguo, am willing to be removed from my post!"

Zhao Zhiguo did not expect that the deputy commander-in-chief would come to Pingcheng without leaving any trace. It must be said that their confidentiality work was tight.

"Remove? If you are removed, who will lead the soldiers of the independent regiment? Who will manage Pingcheng?"

There are many capable people around the deputy commander, but there is no one who understands the current situation in Pingcheng.

"Come out first and talk about the situation of your troops."

The deputy commander-in-chief is not in a hurry to punish Zhao Zhiguo. He first wants to understand how powerful the independent group is now.

"Reporting to the leader, the fourth battalion has just been formed and is still training. It is hard to say how much combat effectiveness it has. The current regular strength of the whole regiment is 20,000 people. The reserve force of each battalion is at least 1,000 people. As for the number of militiamen, it is unknown!"

"Unknown?" The deputy commander looked at Zhao Zhiguo strangely.

"Currently, the Eighth Route Army has great prestige in the Pingcheng area. People want to join us every day, but we cannot afford to support so many teams."

Although the territory is getting bigger and bigger, the little devils have left them with too much mess.

People in Pingcheng area are in dire straits, and there are many beggars wandering around, unable to be registered.

Some beggars had no choice but to be resettled on the spot, and some of them also joined the militia.

The number of militiamen is increasing every day, and it is difficult to count them in a short time.

"The strength of your regiment is comparable to two divisions of our Eighth Route Army."

The strength of one regiment under Zhao Zhiguo has exceeded that of two divisions. These soldiers are not only well-trained, but also well-equipped.

"Chief, our regiment is in the midst of four battles. If we don't seek to become stronger, we will surely become a piece of meat on the chopping board and be slaughtered by others," Zhao Zhiguo said.

The surrounding Japanese troops were watching eagerly. If Zhao Zhiguo and the others remained in Anyang Town, they would be suppressed by the Japanese troops for the rest of their lives.

"The Eighth Route Army cannot develop and grow by relying on bloody and brutal methods." The deputy commander said, "Do you know what we rely on?"

"We are a team of ordinary people, so we naturally rely on their support." Zhao Zhiguo blurted out.

"In that case, killing prisoners of war in front of the people, is this how you gain the support of the people in Pingcheng area?"

By killing someone in public, Zhao Zhiguo would not leave a relieved impression on the people. Instead, he was telling the people that Zhao Zhiguo was a cruel commander.

"That's what the leader taught me!" Zhao Zhiguo said.

"If you want to attack Bingzhou, how many troops will you need?" asked the deputy commander.

"Bingzhou has a complete Japanese A-type division, with armored troops and cavalry troops under its command. Without their logistics personnel, the combat strength has reached 25,000 people."

Zhao Zhiguo has not yet had time to study the Japanese troops in Bingzhou in detail.

But where the Japanese troops in Bingzhou were located, Zhao Zhiguo could get a rough idea without doing any careful research.

"Twenty-five thousand people, plus the solid defenses, even if we mobilize 100,000 horses, it may be difficult to break through!" said the deputy commander.

It's not that he despises his own troops, nor is he deliberately bragging about little devils.

Not to mention 100,000, even with 200,000 troops, Bingzhou might not be captured by force.

The troops in Zhao Zhiguo's hands were comparable to the Japanese troops in Bingzhou City, not to mention that there were puppet troops in Bingzhou City.

"Chief, come with me!"

The two people entered the small room.

Zhao Zhiguo told the deputy commander-in-chief that he had sent Jiang Wenzheng abroad.

And he told everything about his development of arms factories abroad.

"You mean, within this year, we may have our own armored forces? And our armored forces will be stronger than the Japanese army?"

The deputy commander's eyes were shining with light.

If it is true as Zhao Zhiguo said, then this war will see the light of day.

"Chief, why are you more anxious than me? The situation in today's world is constantly changing. I can't tell what will happen within a year," Zhao Zhiguo said.

In case the Japs couldn't hold it any longer, their navy launched a sneak attack.

At that time, sea transportation from the other side of the ocean to China will be cut off.

Even if Jiang Wenzheng could get a plane, he would not be able to transport the equipment Zhao Zhiguo and the others needed to China.

"However, your plan is too deep."

This move went beyond everyone's expectations, and it is estimated that the country on the other side of the ocean will also be surprised.
Chapter completed!