Rise from the sword

Chapter 635

Tokyo.

The barrel cart carried Ishihara Wanji through the ruins.

At this time, the city of Tokyo is still a piece of broken walls and ruins. Collapsed and broken buildings can be seen everywhere, and occasionally even charred corpses can be seen.

Only on key road passages, or near important factories, there are ghost soldiers or laborers cleaning up, opening up roads blocked by ruins, or digging out important machinery and equipment.

Next to the ruins, among the wreckage, there are people with numb expressions. They are ragged, yellow and thin, without sadness or joy, watching everything silently, as if everything has nothing to do with them.

Just like the refugees in the Songhu area a few years ago.

Facing the situation in Tokyo, Ishihara Wan'er, who was sitting in the back seat of the bucket cart, remained expressionless, with his head down, wondering what he was thinking, and he didn't even look at the situation outside the window.

Already used to it.

This is understandable.

Although nearly two months had passed since the first bombing, it was only the first time of Zhu Rong's plan, and the follow-up bombings never stopped, with big bombings happening every now and then.

With a cruising speed of more than 500 kilometers and a distance of more than 2000 kilometers, it only takes ten hours for the whole bombing process, including the take-off and landing stages, and one time is not counted.

Especially after forming a pilot training program with the Republic of China and Uncle Sam, and the formation of a joint bombing team, the scale of bombing has greatly increased.

In the latest bombing, a single bomb dropped more than W tons.

As the capital of Japan, although Tokyo has been visited a dozen times, the bomber fleet still comes every now and then. Of course, the incendiary bombs are not very effective now, so the bombs are all grenades.

The last time is also a 250 kg grenade.

Repeatedly, irregular bombings, and tens of thousands of heavy aerial bombs, made the devils have no idea about repairing Tokyo, and even the locusts ran away with the princess.

The bucket cart eventually came to a low concrete building.

After getting out of the car and going down the underground passage, after pushing open the heavy security door, Ishihara Wanji entered the underground Prime Minister's Office, and looked at the new Prime Minister Mitsumasa Yonei, who was staring at the map on the table, frowning.

Although it hasn't been long since he came to power, Mitsuma Minai at this time is completely different from when he took office.

The black and white hair is gone, only white hair remains, and the baby-like skin that was originally maintained due to proper maintenance is also gone, leaving only the oldness like dead bark.

Even though it has only been less than two months, Mitsumasa Minai has already felt the pressure.

Desperate pressure.

"The Yingde ghosts are fighting?"

After watching for a while, Ishihara Waner sighed inwardly, interrupting the prime minister's meditation.

"Correct."

Mitsumasa Minai raised his head.

His tone was hoarse, his pupils were bloodshot, and he had obviously not slept for several days. With this appearance, an idea would involuntarily come to anyone's first glance.

How long can such an old bone last?
"This is intelligence."

Minai handed Ishihara Waner a document.

Ishihara Waner took the information and looked carefully.

Although it was directly sold by the 'ally', there was no notice and even the ambassador was arrested, but after all, the little devil has been operating in the world for so long, and he still has some information channels, especially recently he has been on the line with Uncle Sam in private , the little days eased up a little bit.

But Uncle Sam only dared to collude in private, reselling and trading some second-hand machines and materials through South American countries.

I really want to be blatant, but I don't have the guts yet.

Pearl Harbor hasn't been remade yet.

What's more, the Republic of China is different today, the future is a big power visible to the naked eye, and the Germans are suddenly taking drugs, and it's outrageous that they directly turned their backs on Uncle Sam and felt terrified.

After reading the information, Ishihara Waner sighed again.

too late.

It's too late.

The United States is pinned down and unable to reach out to the Pacific Ocean. The current world situation is the world change that the empire has been waiting for, but the empire at that time had exhausted its heritage in the previous seven years of war.

The world is going downhill.

And the Republic of China at that time is also different from the past.

Although I don't know what's going on, but now the strength of the Republic of China is basically based on the empire. The only thing the opponent lacks is that it has no navy and is unable to attack.

But the Imperial Navy, taken from the strength of the opponent's air force, has also become a defensive force.

"Accelerate the westward plan."

Ishihara smiled and calmed himself down, and brought up the topic.

The westward plan, that is, the plan to occupy the Indian subcontinent, can solve domestic food problems, strategic depth problems, and other resource-scarce situations, and greatly ease domestic conflicts.

"Who to send?"

Mitsumasa Minai asked:

"Mukouda sickle?"

Ishihara narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, then shook his head:

"This person is not capable."

Moukou Tianlian, Ishihara Waner can't understand it better. This person is the chief culprit of the expansion of the war at the beginning, and is also one of the idiots who caused the current situation of the empire. His ability is extremely low.

If he hadn't had a chance, he would have thrown this idiot into the reserve team long ago.

"I recommend."

After a pause, Ishihara smiled and expressed his thoughts:
"Give it to Neiji Okamura and Kazuki Yamamoto, the ability of these two people can cope with the complicated situation in the subcontinent."

"What about other places?"

Without agreeing or denying, Minai Mitsumasa suddenly changed the subject.

Ishihara Waner continued:

"Hand over the remnants of North China to Tanaka Qin, who is really good at defense."

Speaking of Tanaka Tsutomu, Ishihara smiled with amazement.

In the face of an absolutely superior armor force, he could actually achieve a one-to-one or even higher advantage. He thought it was unimaginable, but seeing is believing, so he couldn't help but disagree.

"As for the Kwantung Army continuing to hand over to Kotaro Hattori, Chengde fought fiercely for three months. He has rich combat experience."

"Just do what Shi Yuan-kun said."

Hearing this, Minnie responded decisively.

The strategic intention of the two is actually very obvious. The empire currently has a lot of generals, but few capable ones, so they should vigorously support newcomers and drive out the old batch of waste.

·····
"Yamamoto going to India?"

Looking at the new information in his hand, Captain Li almost choked himself to death with a sip of water.

The news was true beyond his expectations.

Yamamoto was chased and beaten by him all the way, lost his territory, lost his troops and lost his generals. He was actually a defeated general, a dog who lost his family, and now he was actually sent to attack the Indian subcontinent.

A little out of line with common sense.

Going to India and leading a troop alone is a proper promotion. If it goes well, the general will not have to run away.

"It seems that the old devil Yamamoto is very important to the high-level devils."

Zhao Gang's tone was gloomy.

Kazuki Yamamoto was the highest bidder on the reward list of the independent group, and even the devil Tianlocust couldn't match it. Although the shop in the group is now bigger, the enemies of Yangcun have not been forgotten.

"Hey···"

Leader Li Da laughed:
"15 devils, and most of them are elite devils, Class A divisions, and the rest are escaped from the south, have been beaten severely, and have rich combat experience. These devils ran to the crown of the British to shit. "

"Hey hey..."

Li Datuan smiled very happily.

After reading Brother Chen's information, he now knows very well that the disgust of the British people towards the Republic of China is no less than that of the little devils, and even worse.

"Aren't we allies?"

Zhao Gang suddenly said:

"This news must be notified. This is the duty of an ally, including the size of the enemy's troops, the name of the commander, and weapons and equipment."

It sounds like there is nothing wrong with this, but when you think about it carefully, it is obvious that there is something wrong.

The information in the hands of Commander Li includes details such as the specific attack time, marching route, and supply deployment, but Political Commissar Zhao intends to tell the 'allies' the size, commander, and equipment.

These promotional data.

Obviously, Zhao Gang is not a nice man either.

"Haha."

Leader Li immediately understood:

"Indeed, we are allies, of course we have to share information."

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"How's the loss?"

At this time, No. [-] Downing Street.

As if it was luck, and as if it was the queen's blessing, the No. [-] building at this time, the former center of the world, was still intact, but most of the surrounding buildings were missing arms and legs.

Bombed by the Germans.

Fatty Qiu who asked this sentence was also in a cold sweat.

At that time, Fatty Qiu had clearly sensed that something was wrong.

Although Mustache's bombers have been dropping bombs at an altitude of 7000 meters, the bombing efficiency is very low. During each bombing period, the air defense forces shot down nearly a hundred of them. According to their own conclusions, this data, the bombing cannot be sustained.

A tenth of a loss, a few times, and the bombing force collapsed.

Although the strategic bombing caused a lot of casualties to the enemy, the party that carried out the bombing also suffered great losses.

Whether it is the bombers shot down, the materials consumed, or the crew lost, it is a huge price.

But I don't know what's going on, the opponent's bombing continues continuously, basically every three days is a new wave of thousands of planes bombing, yes, the number of bombing planes is small every time.

Properly more than a thousand.

He already knew the pilot.

Through the forced landing of the captives, he knew that Mustache had recruited a large number of crew members from other countries and lured them with high salaries and sufficient supplies. German pilots were only used in key positions.

But where did the planes, bombs, and fuel come from?

[-] tons each time, this amount is comparable to their eight thousand-plane bombings.

Fatty Qiu couldn't understand it.

The bombing by thousands of planes, even if it is their own bomber, consumes a huge amount of supplies at one time, and the Americans are struggling to provide them. Where did he get so many supplies with his mustache.

But the facts are in front of him, and Fatty Qiu has to believe it if he doesn't believe it.

"The damage is serious."

The person being questioned frowned:
"Although the accuracy is low, the enemy dropped too many bombs, and they were so powerful that concrete buildings could be easily destroyed."

The corner of Fatty Qiu's mouth twitched.

[-] tons at a time, can it be too much?
And in the past two months now, not counting other cities, Mustache has bombed him in 60 waves, which is [-] tons of bombs. If other cities are included, the total is [-] waves.

Every two days on average.

A total of 90 tons of bombs.

In just two months, Moustache dropped more than half of the bombs dropped by him and the Americans.

And the bombing continued.

However, although the loss was huge, it could still resist... Fatty Qiu breathed a sigh of relief.

There is no shortage of materials now, and the material resources from the United States are endless and sufficient.The economy and manpower are supported by the crown of India, and it is okay, and it can still bear it. After all, the Great Empire has been the world's hegemon for hundreds of years, even if it is now in decline.

Just at this time.

"prime minister."

A secretary rushed in:
"A telegram from an ally."

"ally?"

Fatty Qiu was taken aback.

The word ally made him wonder who it was for a while?

Neither the cripple local tyrant nor the poor polar bear are called allies. As for France, the secretary will not be called this when he reports.

"Yes, the Republic of China, an ally in Asia."

Hearing the secretary's reminder, Fatty Qiu's mouth twitched.

A few years ago, when he heard about this country, he would only laugh.

Such a big country, with such a large population, was actually bullied by little devils, beaten to the point of losing most of its territory.

But now, the fat man couldn't laugh anymore.

The opponent is now suppressing the little devil, and even the economy, industry, and economy are getting stronger and stronger, and there is a tendency to dominate one side, and there are mysterious sources of weapons and materials.

Like a mustache.

He asked to provide information several times, but the other party said that this was just a business, and he had no comment. He simply ignored him and completely disrespected the British Empire. Fatty Qiu was very annoyed, but there was nothing he could do.

'What information can they provide? '

Fatty Qiu sneered and waved his hand:

"Take it."

Fatty Qiu isn't interested at all unless it's information about that 'Chen Fan', but will they provide it?

Absolutely not.

"Prime Minister, this information is very important."

The secretary paused, and his tone became more serious.

"Ok?"

Fatty Qiu felt a little weird about the secretary's attitude.

"they said."

The secretary swallowed, and said with difficulty:
"The Japanese are preparing to dispatch 15 troops to attack the Indian subcontinent. The commanders are Neiji Okamura and Kazuki Yamamoto. The troops have already set off."

"what?"

Fatty Qiu, who was originally sneering, suddenly changed his face.

With the crown of the Indian subcontinent and the diamond of South Africa, the British Empire will still be a world power, no matter how heavy the losses in this battle are, it will still be a world power.

It is the empire on which the sun never sets.

But without the crown of India, the sun never sets on the empire.

"Is the news accurate?"

Fatty Qiu now only hopes that some 'ally' lied to him.

After all, during this period of time, he and that group of people were very at odds, and he often talked about them, even pointing fingers at the bombing of 'devils', giving him the name of massacre.

"precise."

The secretary smiled wryly.

If he dared to report, it must have been verified.

In fact, with the intelligence power of the British Empire and the United States, it is very simple to verify the movements of the Southeast Asian devils. Based on the detailed information in hand, it is even simpler.

"The information they provided was very...detailed."

After receiving the information handed over by the secretary, Fatty Qiu glanced at it, then howled hysterically:

'on purpose. "

"They definitely did it on purpose."

(End of this chapter)