Rise from the sword

Chapter 550

"General, a telegram from General Shinozuka."

Shijiazhuang, Yamamoto headquarters, a devil staff officer came in and handed Yamamoto a telegram.

What is different from the past is that this time after the staff handed over the telegram to Yamamoto, he ran away quickly, even forgetting the normal process, as if he was afraid of something and wanted to escape quickly.

Leaving from the information, looking at the telegram on the table, and then looking up at the staff who had left, Yamamoto's cold expression gradually became dull.

From the actions of the staff officer, the current telegram, and the current time, he felt that something was wrong.

In all fairness, although Yamamoto has a bad temper, he is really good to his subordinates. Except for his own secret service team members during the battle, he almost never beats or scolds the staff, and he doesn't care much about etiquette.

Therefore, the staff's escaping escape can only be...
"General... Army..."

Yamamoto's voice trembled a little, and his hands trembled a little too.

He had already guessed what it might be.

The independent regiment is attacking Taiyuan, and only Taiyuan is left in Shanxi. Although it is common sense and based on information collected from many sources, the First Army can last at least three months under the attack of the Eight Route Army.

The Taiyuan fortresses built with a huge amount of resources were not made of mud.

Fighting against the independent regiment and fighting against Li Yunlong, the so-called common sense and the so-called speculation based on intelligence have not been accurate.

Finally, Yamamoto finally opened the telegram in his hand:

"Yamamoto-kun.

When you read this telegram, I think, I'm broken.

Since graduating from the University of China in 1910 and receiving the imperial saber from the emperor, I have spent my entire life in the military and fought on the battlefield. I originally wanted to recall the glory, but when I write this, I suddenly feel that I am not interested.

Empire, Emperor.

With the lives of hundreds of thousands of young and strong citizens, hundreds of thousands of imperial soldiers, and hundreds of outstanding imperial officers, they exchanged oil and food for the enemy.

Wars have been fought for decades.

He dedicated his life to the empire and worked hard all his life, but he ended up like this.

So needless to say.

Finally, be careful... Li Yunlong, you know his horror better than me.

Yoshio Shinozuka · Last Words"

"We work for the Emperor and the Empire."

"The emperor and the empire are selling our lives."

Putting away the envelope in his hand, he was silent for a long time, silent for a long time, and finally Yamamoto spit out a sentence coldly from the corner of his mouth.

Finally, Kazuki Yamamoto burned the envelope in his hand.

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mountain city.

In an elegant villa.

"Report, Changsha has fallen."

A staff secretary walked into the villa and said to the man sitting on the sofa, dressed gorgeously, with a bald head and a cane.

"How long has it been?"

"asshole."

Hearing the news, the bald man on the sofa went into a rage immediately, holding the cane with one hand and smashing the cups in his hand to pieces.

He knew from the beginning that Changsha could not be defended.

This time is different from the previous battle in Changsha, the devils have stronger troops, more than 30 troops are coming menacingly, on my side, the war of resistance has been going on for years, the logistics supply is not as good as every year, and the elite troops have joined the expeditionary army.

There is only one Fourth Army guarding Changsha, with more than 2 people.

He can understand the loss.

But is it too fast?

"Where's the commander of the Fourth Army? Send me to the Military Law Office and punish him severely."

he asked aggressively.

"Not yet."

The staff secretary bowed his head and answered.

"How is the situation in other places?"

Taking a few deep breaths, the bald head didn't get too angry, and quickly adjusted his mentality.

Although Changsha fell, troops failed one after another, and a large area of ​​land was lost, he did not panic, and even still had a plan in mind.

Occupying a high position, the view of nature is wide.

Like the Republic of China, the devils are getting worse every year, and it is only a matter of time before the U.S. military in the Pacific triumphs all the way and approaches the Japanese mainland.

As long as he doesn't fall, victory belongs to him.

I don't believe it, the little devil can still hit the mountain city?
"The Japanese army is currently approaching Hengyang with two divisions. The tenth army is guarding Hengyang, and the commander of the ninth war zone has also arrived in Hengyang."

The staff officer continued.

"Order the Hengyang Tenth Army."

The bald man clubbed his cane and raised his tone:
"We must defend Hengyang City. The city is in people's presence. It is better to have jade broken than tiles."

Although the final victory must belong to him and the Republic of China, he also needs a victory, at least the troops must be able to block the devil's attack, otherwise he will lose face internationally.

Americans will also be more disappointed with it, thereby reducing material and economic assistance.

"Yes."

The staff officer nodded.

"Order the troops around Hengyang to go to support immediately, and arrive within three days."

The bald head continued.

"Yes."

The staff officer continued to nod, but he could only smile wryly in his heart.

In his capacity, he actually knows a lot of things. As the chairman of the committee, many orders are really helpless.

If you say support as soon as possible, support as soon as possible?

Said to arrive in three days and arrived in three days?

Is military command and troop deployment as simple as talking about it?
"Is there anything else?"

Seeing that the staff officer hadn't left today, he knocked on the table with his bald cane and asked.

"there's one more thing."

The staff officer faltered and hesitated.

"Say!"

The bald man frowned, and his cane was raised a lot.

"News from the north, Taiyuan was breached, 10 soldiers of the First Army were wiped out, and Yoshio Shinozuka, the commander of the First Army, committed suicide."

The staff secretary gritted his teeth and said.

Bata...
The sound of the cane falling to the ground.

After a period of silence, there was a louder and denser cracking sound in the room than before, and the broken porcelain pieces at the door flew all over the place.

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On the other side of the mountain city.

In the room where the US military moved.

Wedemeyer also received news that the Eighth Route Army had captured Taiyuan:

'Has the First Japanese Army been wiped out? '

Wedemeyer's tone was very surprised.

With the strength of the Eight Route Army, it was within his expectation to wipe out the First Army.

The Shanxi Eighth Route has nearly 20 troops, hundreds of tanks, thousands of cannons, and hundreds of aircraft. It is logical to wipe out a first army of 10 people.

Is it just that the speed is too fast?

According to intelligence, although most of the First Army are recruits, their total strength is as high as [-], and they have also built a large number of concrete bunkers, fortresses that are difficult for battleship-level heavy artillery to penetrate.

But in just five days, there are a total of 10 people, and the strong fortress group is gone?
Even if it is a hundred thousand pigs...

"Yes, after confirmation, I also sent someone to Taiyuan to have a look."

The reporter replied:
"The surrounding area of ​​Taiyuan has been razed to the ground. The Eighth Route Army is clearing up the battlefield. General Yoshio Shinozuka, the commander of the Japanese First Army, committed suicide."

"understood."

Wedemeyer nodded, indicating that he understood.

In just five days, the first army with a total ratio of [-] was wiped out, and four concrete fortification groups were captured. It seems that the strength of this group of people is much stronger than expected.

After the staff officer left, Weidemei rubbed his forehead.

This is not what he wants to see. As a staunch leftist, he hates the nature of that army from the bottom of his heart.

After lighting a cigar, Weidemei smoked for a long time, he picked up a piece of intelligence information, and began to look through it again, and there was this photo in the middle of the information.

This is from a survey of preserved fruit.

Regarding the industrial survey in Taiyuan, that is, the factories in Ping'an County, Heyuan County and other places.

A 100 million-ton steel plant, a 50-ton fertilizer plant, a super-large hospital, a shell factory, and a tire factory that is being established.Hundreds of thousands of workers are being trained, roads and railways are being extended crazily, and schools have sprung up.

Visible to the naked eye, an industrial zone is being established.

Throwing away the tail of the cigar, Wei Demei took out the letter paper and began to write.

He intends to lobby the top domestic officials and the think tanks around the president.

It's time to increase support for preserved fruit, otherwise red will develop southward, and it is a very powerful red force.

Today Guofu has more than 200 million troops. Although they are all motley troops, as long as the country provides support, more than one billion US dollars in supplies, and some extra weapons and equipment, it can be transformed into a powerful army.

Anyway, the Germans have already lost the game. They are nothing more than competing with the bear for time. It is time to pay attention to the situation in East Asia.

and···
As it was written, Wei Demai flashed sharply.

They use the Japanese, so they can do it on their side too!

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The base of the Independence Regiment, in the westernmost Gobi.

This is the end of a gravel road.

Under the night.

A two-way transport plane stops here, with its nose pointing straight to the west, and the five-bladed propeller starts to spin.

A blond man and a black-haired man in plain clothes walked towards the plane together. A few minutes later, the plane sped towards the west and finally disappeared into the night sky.

"The Germans paid a lot of money."

After the plane left, Huang Baowang squinted his eyes as he looked at the departing plane.

In order to obtain supplies as soon as possible, the Germans used all means to transport the three independent regiments to Europe by plane. During the period, because they wanted to attack a large number of "enemy" sites, they had to use a large number of intelligence personnel to pave the way for safety.

And because the distance is too far, it needs constant transit, and it is expected to arrive in three days.

But it is conceivable how much the Germans have to pay for this along the way.

"such a pity."

Beside him, Shen Quan clicked his tongue.

The Germans obviously don't believe it.

I don't believe what the political commissar said, and I don't believe that the independent regiment can transport materials to the hinterland of Europe, and there is no limit to the quantity and location. It only needs a closed warehouse of more than [-] square meters for the independent regiment.

but it does not matter.

At first, he didn't believe it, but seeing is believing.

Of course, eyes can also deceive people. Even if you don’t believe your eyes, you can never go wrong with exploding shells, burning gasoline, canned meat and food in your mouth, and you should always believe it.

What he wanted to see most was actually the shocked eyes of the Germans.

The shocked eyes after seeing hundreds of thousands of tons of fuel oil and hundreds of thousands of tons of grain appearing in the hinterland.

He also wanted to see how the Japanese were driven away, deported, and arrested.There was even a scene where the military attache was arrested and shot.

However, although the identities of the two can carry out this kind of confidential mission, it is impossible for them to appear in Europe.

(End of this chapter)