"Hey, sir, your method really works, after such a guide, many people are willing to help us dig trenches and repair fortifications, and the registration office is crowded."

In the room where the general finger was, staff officer Lei Xiong was dancing and talking about what he had seen while drinking water with a tea bowl, and his face was full of admiration for Yang Ling.

In the past, the officers and men of the army had to dig trenches and repair fortifications by themselves, which often required a lot of physical strength, and because of the limitation of the size of the personnel, it took a long time to complete the repairs of the fortifications.

Moreover, the situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and sometimes as soon as the fortifications are repaired, they have to be abandoned, and then moved to a new place to continue repairing, so it is very exhausting to the combat effectiveness of the troops.

In many places, the people are afraid of devils, and they have no good impression of the troops with poor military discipline, so they would rather be a bystander than devote themselves to this vigorous anti-Japanese war and salvation movement.

Chongqing has always neglected the strength of the people, feeling that fighting devils is the business of the army, and in addition to donating money and food, it has also done very little propaganda for the people to fight the war.

And the army has been moving around to fight, and there is no time for propaganda, once there is a shortage of manpower, they will send people to arrest their husbands, which has led to an extreme deterioration in military-civilian relations.

Sometimes the people would rather go to build fortifications and dig trenches for the devils than help the Chinese army, because digging trenches for the Chinese army will not matter whether they have food or shelter, and if they do not dig well, they will be beaten and kicked.

On the little devil's side, in order to ensure that the people have enough physical strength to complete the task of repairing the fortifications, the little devil not only manages the food, but even the full, which attracts a large number of people.

And these people first work with the devils, and after they are done, the devils will also offer more favorable conditions to let them be puppet soldiers, and the devils in many places have recruited a large group of puppet soldiers in this way.

The devil is very good at taking advantage of the psychology of the people, and the majority of the people in this era live in dire straits, and whoever gives them food will work, and they don't care if they love the country or not.

In particular, when the devils invaded Henan, it coincided with the great famine in Henan, millions of people starved to death, and the government was too busy fighting to manage it, but the devils mobilized a large amount of military rations to buy people's hearts.

The final result was that the devils won without a fight, and many Chinese troops were disarmed by the people before they could fight with the devils, which has to be said to be a sad thing.

Yang Ling is now not only promoting patriotic education, but also not letting the people help in vain, although his ability is limited, but he will also pay some compensation, so the people are so enthusiastic to participate in the people's team to help them.

"Now that there are so many people, then we should not have any problem with the layout of the battlefield, and the first batch of people will set off tonight and go to the south to move everywhere according to the plan."

Now that there are enough people, in order to worry about the long nights and dreams, Yang Ling is ready to act overnight, after all, no one knows when the large-scale attack of the devils will start.

"Sir, the problem of the people has been solved, but with so many people eating, the food we seized won't last long." Quartermaster Sun opened his mouth with a sad face.

Sun Chong has been under a lot of pressure as the quartermaster, although their troops have been winning battles and capturing, but the troops are also expanding, and the people also have to eat, and now they are almost unable to make ends meet.

When Yang Ling heard Sun Chong's complaints, he also attached great importance to this issue, and immediately asked, "How long can our grain last?"

"A week, a week at most." Sun Zhong replied with a bitter face.

"I said Lao Sun, we have seized so much grain, so it can only last for a week, you won't take it and resell it, right?" Staff Officer Lei Xiong was also full of disbelief when he heard that the food was so tight.

In the face of Lei Xiong's suspicions, Quartermaster Sun Chong also shouted that he was wronged: "Staff Officer Lei, the conscience of heaven and earth, if I embezzle and resell a grain of grain, I, I will hit me with five thunders every day!"

"Then tell me, where did we get so much food?" Lei Xiong asked unrelentingly.

Sun Chong took out a small papyrus bound notebook from the pocket of his clothes, put it on the table and said to Yang Ling: "I have a record of the income and expenditure of every grain item, if the chief doesn't believe it, you can check it, my grandson is embezzling a grain of grain, and I don't need the chief to do it, I will kill myself."

"Okay, okay, sit down, I didn't say I didn't believe you, but this food gap is indeed very large, and it must be solved immediately." Yang Ling waved his hand for Sun Chong to sit down and speak.

The so-called people are iron and steel, and if they don't eat a meal and are hungry, they will be in a panic, and what they fight is logistics and supply, and if the troops run out of food, let alone fight, they can't do anything.

Now Yang Ling and the others have won several big battles, and the captured weapons and ammunition can barely support a medium-sized battle, but if there is no food, all the previous arrangements will be in vain.

"Sir, if you don't send someone to the countryside to collect grain, you should be able to collect a lot of it." Seeing Yang Ling, who was frowning, Sun Zhong opened his mouth to suggest.

After all, requisition of grain is the most effective way, and most of the time in the past when there was no food, attention was paid to the people.

This time, Yang Ling shook his head: "It's not like autumn now, and the people still expect this bit of grain to survive such a winter, if we go to collect grain and take it away, won't it make things worse for people, and it will starve people to death."

"Then let's levy a little less, it's better than nothing, we can't drink the northwest wind when we fight." Lei Xiong muttered.

"No, the puppet army devils and local armed forces have already levied once before, let's go to collect grain now, I'm afraid it's not food that is being levied, but the lives of local people." Yang Ling understands the suffering of the people at the bottom, if there is no food to survive the winter, people will really starve to death.

"Then we can't fight without food, why don't we lay off some people and save some rations?"

"I think there should be a lot of food on the devil's side, why don't we send someone to get it, we should be able to get a lot."

Although several people in the room are racking their brains to find a way, it is difficult to implement the thorny problem of food.

"Let the confidential room send a report to Chairman Han in the name of the Northern Jiangsu Corps, requesting that a batch of food be allocated to support us." After Yang Ling was silent for a long time, he decided to find a superior to solve the problem.

If you send a report to the theater command now, you can't quench your thirst from far away, and you can only ask the chairman of Jiangsu Province for support from the nearest one.

"Sir, what if Chairman Han doesn't give it? After all, we are under the jurisdiction of the Theater Command. Quartermaster Sun Chong was still worried.

"Xinghua, the temporary residence of the provincial capital, is not far from Gaoyou, we are now carrying the devils in front to ensure the safety of Xinghua, if we can't hold on to retreat to Huaiyin, Xinghua will face the attack of the devils, I think Chairman Han will not understand the truth of the cold lips and teeth, he will definitely give us food."

Yang Ling now has a feeling of seeing the blue sky through the clouds and mist, it has always been their Northern Jiangsu Corps to fight against the devils independently, since they can pull the Sulu Guerrilla Corps into the water, then they don't mind pulling the provincial chairman into the water, after all, they can't let the friendly army be a bystander all the time.

"At the same time, I asked Chairman Han for ammunition and reinforcements, saying that our corps is insufficient, and it is difficult to stop the devils on the front line of Gaoyou, and if we can get reinforcements, we will fight to the death to ensure the safety of Xinghua!"

Yang Ling knew that there were not many troops in the 89th Army directly under the provincial capital near Xinghua, so the strength of their Northern Jiangsu Corps was very important.

If their Northern Jiangsu Corps quits doing so, the biggest loss will still be the provincial capital stationed in Xinghua, and no matter what, the provincial government will not let their Northern Jiangsu Corps retreat north.

If they want to not withdraw the northern Soviet army, the provincial government can only compromise, and there are only two ways, either to support the troops, or to give ammunition and food.