Rise from the sword

Chapter 633

Boss Bei left.

After the bearded man smashed his beloved pipe with his own hands.

The reason is that a major work error did not verify the information obtained from the enemy's interior, which led to wrong decisions and caused huge losses to the people and the country. This is an unforgivable mistake.

of course.

To be able to sit in the current position, the bearded man is not a fool.

In this precarious and crisis-ridden period, it is really inappropriate to rashly attack a high-ranking person, so Mr. Bei was only dismissed from his post, and then went to the rear to take charge of military production.

It is still high in weight.

It's just that the position is a little smaller. After all, the person in charge of military production is not bad at all, and he is still a real fat job during this war period.

But when Boss Bei left, his face was pale, as if mourning.

It's like going to the execution ground.

The rest of the people also bowed their heads.

The people who can participate in this meeting here are all good people. They know very well that Boss Bei was dismissed in name, but in fact, it was a slap in the face, and even ended in a tragedy.

Now the country has been bombed many times, and many factories have been bombed by the enemy's heavy bombs.

The defense of the local area is really poor. No one has ever thought of being bombed by the local area, so the factory is basically undefended. The enemy's large bombers dare to bomb at an altitude of 500 meters. In order to facilitate production, the factories transferred from the west are also very difficult. Concentration, forming an industrial area.

The loss of the factory was very serious.

Just preliminary data, tank production fell by one-third, artillery production by one-fifth, trucks by one-fifth, aircraft by one-third, the loss of ammunition production was even worse, only half of last month, and bombing production was still Ongoing.

Of course, the loss is only temporary.

After the air defense weapons are deployed, the loss will be reduced and the production capacity will be restored a lot.

But deployment takes time, and capacity recovery is slower.

It would take at least half a year to return to the level before the bombing. This is still under the condition that everything goes well, and the frontline battle is approaching, and the troops urgently need to be equipped with ammunition.

Without delay.

What's more troublesome is that the enemy is still bombing railways and bridges, and the already seriously insufficient weapons and equipment cannot be transported in time.

At this time, the military industry and military supplies are a mess, and no one wants to go to the position of blame. Whoever goes will be unlucky. One can imagine what will happen if Boss Bei goes to the person in charge of the military industry.

"what should we do?"

After Boss Bei left in despair, the bearded man took out a new pipe and knocked on the table.

"Ask your allies for help."

Someone spoke:
"Ask America for more machine tools, planes, tanks."

"Although winter is coming, we can't hope that the cold will make the Germans give up. Even if we don't rely on intelligence, we know very well that the Germans can attack at any time, and they are also capable of attacking."

"Different from the time in Moscow, they now have sufficient supplies and complete preparations to keep out the cold. The severe cold may not stop their footsteps."

"The enemy is very strong, very powerful. We have contained about [-]% of the enemy's troops. Naturally, it is impossible for our country alone to sustain it."

"Of course, we also need to strengthen our own production capacity and strengthen the factory's air defense capabilities. We can't always rely on others, we must be strong ourselves."

It was a general who spoke. Obviously, this general was not an idiot, and he knew how to speak well. In a few words, he not only preserved his dignity, but also euphemistically expressed the urgency of asking for help.

"Ah."

The bearded man took a puff of his pipe, thought for a moment, and agreed:

"Just do as you say."

The plan was decided, and the meeting immediately went smoothly. Everyone quickly formulated a follow-up plan, including asking for help from allies, and the transportation of supplies. During this period, a group of people actively spoke and performed enthusiastically, and the matter was quickly resolved.

I don't know how many times more efficient than the previous meeting.

As for the reason, everyone knows it well.

Boss Bei has left and will never come back again. After all, someone needs to be responsible for such a big problem, and no one has filled the vacancy he left.

There are a lot of jealous people in that position.

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"We should keep bombing the Caucasus..."

"There is also the bombing of the enemy's railway hub on the Eastern Front. Even the railway line can continue to be bombed. It doesn't matter if the accuracy is poor. Anyway, there are enough bombers and enough bombs."

In the Air Force Staff Room in Kesselring, Hamburg, several Air Force staff officers are discussing the follow-up bombing plan excitedly:
"In this way, the enemy's industrial facilities will continue to be severely damaged, the railway transportation will be damaged, and the materials obtained by the frontline troops will be greatly reduced, which is conducive to our subsequent offensive."

"There are also front-line material distribution centers that can also be bombed. They store a large amount of materials in the rear warehouse, and they can also carry out night bombing."

"The enemy's air defenses at night are poor."

In fact, due to technical limitations, the air defense capability at night in this era is generally very poor. Even the front-line warehouses on the vast eastern front have very weak air defense capabilities at night.

"As well as their positions, the suspected tank parking lot, they can all be bombed again, even if they bomb by mistake, it doesn't matter."

"The Arctic Ocean can also be bombed, those transport ships."

A group of staff officers became more and more energetic, and their tone became more excited and excited.

At this moment, this group of people deeply felt that with the cards in their hands, the feeling of fighting is different.

There is no need to buckle up, carefully calculate the cards in the hand, no need to consider ammunition, no need to consider the strength of the troops, as long as the target is found, an air strike can be launched, and there is no need to even confirm whether the target information is accurate.

The offense is over.

Being wrong is nothing more than wasting a little ammo.

Kesselin on the side watched this scene with sympathy.

But at this moment, a phone call interrupted everyone's imagination.

"The phone call from the head of state."

The staff officer who answered the phone looked up at Kesselring:

"Looking for you."

The smiling marshal suddenly changed his face.

He feels something is wrong.

Generally speaking, phone calls from the head of state are not good things.

After picking up the phone, the Führer's hysterical roar came from the microphone:
"Immediately bomb the country, immediately, immediately."

"Yes."

It's coming again, it's coming again... The corner of his mouth twitched, Kesselin sighed helplessly, but finally answered in the affirmative.

"Get ready to bomb the British Isles."

Putting down the phone, Kesselin reluctantly gave an order.

He wanted to persuade him, but he also understood that it was meaningless and could only be a waste of time, or even threaten his current status. If he was not careful, he would be transferred to the reserve team like Guderian.

"This···"

In the staff room, like Kesselring, everyone twitched their mouths.

At this time, it is time to expand the results of the Eastern Front. As long as the bombing continues, the probability of victory on the Eastern Front will greatly increase. It is too stupid to give up now, but in the end no one said it.

Everyone is used to it.

Everyone began to plan a new battle plan very skillfully, which can be called a seamless connection.

Soon, a fresh combat plan was released. Considering the huge air defense capability and radar of the British mainland, the team will penetrate from super high altitudes, and some of them will release chaff cover to attract enemy planes.

The remaining main force of the bombing was to descend rapidly to an altitude of 7000 meters to drop bombs and then return.

At this height, the accuracy is okay and the risk is low.

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the next day.

Continental Europe, an airport somewhere.

"Is this the bomber that bombed the Americans?"

A young man looked at the huge bomber in front of him, his eyes were fixed on the six huge propellers, and he was stunned.

Dumbfounded, transfixed.

As a young man of the Bolan nationality with certain cultural knowledge and knowledge of German and English, he has seen many planes in recent years, of course, mainly when flying around in the sky.

But this was the first time he had seen such a large plane.

"Are we going to fly these planes?"

He couldn't help but look at the person next to him.

This is his recommender, also from the Bolan family, and his cousin.People from countries in occupied areas like them must have an introducer if they want to serve in the army.

After all, taking office in the army is definitely a fat job.

Even if the treatment of foreign soldiers is relatively low, even the most ordinary ones can support a family and save a little money to buy some cigarettes and alcohol. Although food prices are expensive now, as long as you have Mark in your hand, you can buy whatever you want.

Even if the mark is sufficient, you can buy cars, gasoline, tobacco, alcohol, medicine, clothes and other commodities.

The higher the position, the better the arms, and the better the treatment.

Among all arms, pilots are paid the best, not one of them.

Of course, the difficulty is also the highest.

After the Germans released the recruitment information, more than 150 people from their county came out to join the army, and only less than 50 found referees and passed the review to successfully join the army.

After ten days of training and review, only five people entered the flying unit.

As for the so-called helping the enemy and helping the tyrant to do evil, he scoffed at it.

What about helping the enemy?
It's just a change of personal rule.

As long as you can eat enough and live a good life, so what?What if life is better than before, and the money in your pocket is worth more, and you have more money in your pocket, so what if you work for the enemy?Will he be one of our own in the near future?
European unification is not very good.

"Correct."

His cousin said with a smile:

"You can board the plane in an hour."

"tomorrow?"

The newcomers were amazed and terrified.

Surprisingly, once he started to get on the plane, the mark he got was very substantial, but what was frightening was that he had flown in the plane and assembled and played with a glider by himself, which was one of the reasons why he was admitted.

But back then he was flying a glider.

"do not worry."

His cousin comforted him:

"Tomorrow is just training, and I will go too."

"We recruits have a month's training time."

"Besides, this plane is very large and very stable inside. The mechanic in charge of your position only needs to master the maintenance of the plane. The pilots are all elite German pilots."

"We want to be the captain, so we need to work hard."

"captain."

The young man licked his lips.

Of course he knew, not to mention the captain, even the co-pilot is very difficult, not only technology, but also need to pass the audit, that is, have enough loyalty.

But the benefits are also obvious.

Even the co-pilot can easily buy a barrel truck with half a year's salary, and still have a lot of savings.

"A lot of people."

Before the young man got into the plane, he found that there were many, many newcomers around.

And they are all from other countries, Romania, Finland, and other countries, there are even many pure Slavs, as well as wave people like him.

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With humming.

Fog.

"Shit."

In a certain anti-aircraft position, a second-class soldier of the British Empire brandished an engineering shovel and dug a pit for anti-aircraft guns under the scorching sun, while greeting his superior with curses.

Beside him, there are a dozen second-class soldiers who are busy together, and a latest 90mm anti-aircraft gun made in the United States.

Because of his own lack of production capacity, in order to strengthen his own air defense capabilities, Fatty Qiu had to ask the lame man for help and asked for a lot of 90-caliber anti-aircraft guns.

However, I have to say that although this 90-caliber anti-aircraft gun produced in the United States is not well-known, it has advanced technology, and the paper data is not worse than the world-famous 88-caliber anti-aircraft gun.

The reason why it is not well-known is that this thing basically has no chance to play.

May I ask who can give the Yankees the opportunity to use anti-aircraft guns on a large scale?
but now.

The opportunity is here.

Looking up, you can see that hundreds of 90-caliber artillery have been deployed under the busyness of the soldiers of the British Empire, and telephone lines connect these positions, and finally gather at the air defense commander.

On the edge of the city, there are airports and planes waiting for them.

Number [-] Downing Street.

"prime minister."

The air force commander's tone was very calm:
"The Germans are hunting polar bears. Mustache is committed to solving the crisis on the Eastern Front. We don't need to worry about being bombed for the time being."

The corner of Fatty Qiu's mouth twitched suddenly.

He didn't want things to turn out like this.

He would rather the mustache bomb the British Isles. After all, the British mainland can be said to be the largest aircraft carrier in the world, with tens of thousands of aircraft and pilots, and strong air defense capabilities.

"Don't relax, continue to strengthen air defense measures."

Fatty Qiu could only squeeze out a smile.

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at the same time.

Zhaojiayu Weapons Proving Ground.

"This is···"

Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang looked at a huge new weapon in a daze.

Yes, one.

"Rocket."

The returning guide who accompanied him said that his tone was very excited.

"Large rocket?"

Li Yunlong blinked.

"Do not."

The young man waved his hand and emphasized:
"Completely different from rockets, this is a vehicle propelled by propellant, not just a weapon."

"Of course, it can be a weapon with a longer range, greater power, and higher precision, or it can be an aircraft, which can be very space-capable."

"Space..."

Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang were taken aback.

The two of them naturally know about space, and they also know that the earth they fought to death here is just a drop in the ocean in space.

"What is the use of this weapon?"

Of course, Captain Li is most concerned about the military use of this thing.

"The one in front of me is the second generation. With accurate target information, it can accurately hit large targets such as airports [-] kilometers away."

"Three hundred kilometers away!"

Leader Li's eyes popped out immediately.

This is good stuff!
"The Germans have similar technology, but it's the first generation."

The young man continued.

Hearing this, Li Yunlong looked over at this person's chest. Being able to know this information meant that he knew some army secrets, and that this person's position was very important.

He found that the surname on the young man's chest was - Qian!

(End of this chapter)