Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated.

After more than two hours of brainstorming, the meeting ended successfully.

A draft development plan for the Kulun region in the next few years was quickly produced under the leadership of army restructuring experts.

Such efficient teamwork made Huang He, who was listening, couldn't help but reveal an envious expression.

But it makes sense if you think about it carefully. The comrades present are basically the old team members of the former Jin-Cha-Ji Military Region, and they are the first batch of "graduates" of General Nie's teaching by words and deeds.

These cadres not only have excellent combat capabilities, but are also good at increasing the number of troops and developing them. Any one of them is a scarce talent who is capable of handling both military and political affairs.

How could it be difficult for them to govern Kulun, a place with a population of only 800,000?

"Okay, that's it. Today's meeting is officially over. YCW, remember to submit the important content just now to the headquarters for collective discussion, and then report to the border area."

"Everyone, let's go and see what goodies the kitchen staff has prepared."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became much more relaxed.

The comrades stood up and left their seats, and went to the agreed banquet hall under the guidance of an attendant.

On the way to the transfer, Huang He also visited the old houses along the way, and was obviously very interested in the building complex he was in.

As if he had sensed his colleague's desire to explore, Commander Yang, who was originally at the end of the team, quietly accelerated and came to Huang's side, temporarily acting as a tour guide.

"The current military command post was originally General Yuanwei's office and residence. To be honest, I really don't like the local architectural style, so I used the headquarters of that famous Anhui general."

"By the way, you have always liked old things. I have quite a few collections from the Beiyang period here. Remember to take them with you when you and General Nie return to Suiyuan City."

"OK!"

During the time when Yang and Huang were chatting, the comrades, under the guidance of the service staff, passed through many courtyards and finally arrived at the banquet hall in the southeast corner.

After everyone was seated, signature dishes full of local characteristics were brought up one after another by the soldiers of the kitchen squad.

In addition to various meats, the Eighth Route Army's special edition Fenjiu is naturally an indispensable old friend. Seeing this scene, an ominous premonition suddenly rose from the bottom of Huang He's heart.

"Mr. Nie, I don't understand"

Huang He was about to make a declaration to avoid war in Fenghua accent when his spell was forcibly interrupted by a hearty and unrestrained laugh.

He heard the voice before he saw the person. Just by hearing the familiar voice, he guessed the visitor's specific identity.

That’s right, the visitor was none other than his good friend, Lao Ma, the Major General Chief of Staff of the 16th Army of the Second Military District of the Northern Far East!

"Haha, fellow Eighth Route Army comrades, long time no see. I'm so sorry that you always treat me! As punishment for being late, I'll drink a bottle of wine first!"

As a new diplomat between the north and the border areas, Makarov had already become a familiar face in the two major military regions of Suiyuan and Kulun, and even had a good personal relationship with Commander Yang.

The moment he stepped into the banquet hall, the old Russian picked up a bottle of Fenjiu with ease, and then drank it all under the inured gaze of everyone.

After rewarding himself, Lao Ma looked at the Yellow River with a smile on his face, and said jokingly as he sat down:

"Huang, was there anyone who wanted to escape the drinking just now? I hope that some people can have some sense in mind and not affect everyone's interest because of personal reasons."

"In order to take care of that weakling, we have deliberately adjusted the order of serving the dishes."

"Otherwise, with my drinking capacity, I'm afraid I won't even get to eat any cold dishes. Please don't let everyone down."

Hearing this, Huang He curled his lips subconsciously.

On the day when the Weapon Experimental Research Bureau moved to Suiyuan, he was taught a good lesson by local comrades. It is not an exaggeration to say that there are no cold dishes.

If you stick your head out, you'll get a knife. If you hide your head, you'll get a knife too. Huang He had no choice but to pick up his wine glass and throw himself into the brutal round-robin battle.

Fortunately, the Russians also knew that drinking would cause trouble, and they did not insist on competing with each other at the dinner party as they did in the past.

After a while, everyone had eaten and drunk their fill.

After the table in front of him was cleaned up, Makarov took out a stack of documents from his briefcase and asked Huang He tentatively:

"Huang, I want to know whether your Eighth Route Army's aviation industry can be ranked among the top three in the world?"

"I'm a rough man and I don't understand those messy technical terms. You just need to tell me whether the technology currently mastered by the Weapons Experimental Research Bureau has really surpassed Dai Ying."

Makarov's unprecedented serious expression immediately made Huang He realize the urgency of the matter.

Although we don't know what exactly happened on the Eastern Front, the fact that the bearded man sent Lao Ma to Suiyuan again means that it is very likely that De III has come up with some black technology of the head of state.

With the idea of ​​sharing the pressure with the allies and gaining more benefits for themselves, Huang He thought for a moment, then gave the answer the other party wanted in a firm tone. "The field of aviation industry is very complicated. The major participating countries have achieved the current brilliant results through the accumulation of time and talents for more than ten or even dozens of years."

"In terms of foundation, our team is definitely weaker than Daiying, and even inferior to De San, Benzi and Pasta."

"But foundation is one thing, if we only discuss immediate combat capability, then the situation is another matter. To be frank, our bureau's immediate combat capability is definitely the strongest in the world."

Huang He's answer was full of domineering and powerful, which made people feel convinced.

Of course, the above summary is not his own boasting. After all, the Awakening the Brave Tiger system is very powerful, and the technology tree revealed at this stage alone contains the essence of twenty years of aviation under the leadership of the British.

Those carefully selected fighter jets are the technological products that have been verified by the Royal Air Force with blood and real money, so their combat power is naturally unrivaled.

With a positive answer, Makarov was obviously relieved. He opened the document with slightly trembling hands and began to explain the current predicament in the North to everyone.

"At the beginning of the so-called Operation Barbarossa by the Germans, the General Staff estimated that the enemy would show signs of weakness in the second half of 1942. The marshals were certain that the logistical and industrial resources would bring down the mustaches."

"But as the war continued, all signs pointed to one thing: we were too idealistic. To be precise, the General Staff underestimated the enemy's war potential."

"Our intelligence agencies worked at full capacity and sent a large number of spies to Western Europe and North Africa. But even with all this effort, we still couldn't figure out where the other side's batch of unidentified oil came from."

Quiet. The banquet hall was eerily quiet.

Although the comrades present had not witnessed the cruelty of the Eastern Front, from Makarov's description just now, everyone seemed to have seen with their own eyes the sky full of fighter planes and clusters of armored forces.

After a moment, it was Lao Ma who took the initiative to break the silence.

"At present, the main fighter planes of the Germans on the Eastern Front are still the latest models of Bf109 and Fw190. These two fighter planes have clear division of labor, and it is almost impossible for us to gain air superiority."

"Oh, except for the Southern Front Army."

"Thanks to the advanced fighter planes you provided, the front-line aviation forces fought back and forth with the enemy's air force, and even had a slight advantage in some areas. At least, we defended Stalingrad."

If I had to use a few words to describe the performance of the German Air Force in the early stages of the Eastern Front.

They must have been a group of well-trained, skilled and courageous young people who had achieved astonishing air combat results with their superior aircraft and their own advanced tactics.

There's nothing we can do about it, since De San worked harder in the Spanish Military Academy.

Long before the European war began, they took all types of fighter jets to the battlefield for testing.

In addition, more than 20,000 pilots, ground crew and other related personnel gained the first wave of valuable experience in the Spanish Civil War.

On the other hand, the north.

When the German Air Force, which had experienced the Battle of Poland, the Battle of France, and the Battle of Britain, launched raids, the Russians were still using backward and dense formations to meet the enemy.

The gap between them can be seen from the national spirit of a certain 7+ coloring game.

"German Air Force: Air Force manpower requirement: +10%, Air Force accident probability: +10%."

"Northern Alliance Air Force: Experience lost when air wing is damaged: +30%, Chance of producing ace pilots: -50%, Air wing training experience increase: -10%, Air Force accident probability: +75%, Night flight penalty: +30%, Bad weather penalty: +30%."

So, Huang He was not surprised at all that the ally lost air superiority.

As for the Southern Front, can it fight against the three German air forces?
This is normal. The Spitfire and Hurricane provided by the border area are both later models, and their paper data are much higher than those of Bf109 and Fw190.

If you can't win even though you have the advantage in numbers and performance, then you should just surrender to the French as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Huang He had already guessed the new needs of the north.

Sure enough, Makarov's next words confirmed his guess.

"Nie, Huang, we need more advanced fighter planes. Only by completely regaining air superiority can we successfully launch a counterattack on all battlefields and major war zones!"

"If possible, the General Staff implores you to adjust the proportion of fighter planes in the aid. Except for trucks, the priority of all land combat materials can be lowered."

"By the way, our intelligence department has not gained nothing. It is said that the Germans are developing a new fighter code-named Ta-152, which is expected to be put into service in early 1943. They have also made some breakthroughs in high-octane gasoline technology."

"So I hope your Weapons Experimental Research Bureau can help and strive to design a more advanced weapon as soon as possible, or continue to innovate based on the existing Spitfire fighter."

After these words were spoken, Huang He could no longer remain calm.

"what?"

"Ta-152! Mass production started in 1943? And high-octane gasoline? Is Meyer pawning his pants?" (End of this chapter)