Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated.

North of Baotou, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.

At two o'clock in the morning, a light was stubbornly on in a window of the Weapons Experimental Research Bureau. In the dark night, it was like a shining beacon of knowledge.

In the director's office, Huang He put down his pen and gently rubbed his red eyes.

The data curve on his notebook was as winding as a snake, and densely packed formulas filled every corner of the draft paper.

"Junior, check the parameters again."

"If we miscalculate again this time, our first half of the year will have been wasted."

Hearing his senior's teasing with a smile, Teacher Wu did not respond immediately, but just silently pushed up his glasses that had slipped to the tip of his nose.

Behind the lenses, his eyes were bloodshot, but still shining stubbornly.

"Can't be wrong."

"It can't be wrong."

The two looked at each other for a moment, then sank into the ocean of data, leaving only the rustling sound of the pen tip scratching across the paper echoing in the silent office.

Just when Huang and Qian were preparing to make a concerted effort to completely overcome the technical difficulties of the new project, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the house.

"report!"

At the same time, the voice of guard Wang Dexing was heard outside the door, and then it was lowered a few degrees.

"Mr. Nie, why did you come here in person? It's so late."

It was obvious that the Army Reorganization Expert came with a mission. His brows were furrowed, and he didn't even have time to greet the guards he was familiar with, and he pushed open the solid wooden door of the director's office.

"Yellow River! Emergency!"

"There is a major discovery over there in the North Sea Fleet. Come and take a look at this."

The situation was urgent, and Huang He entered the working state in a second. He first waved his hand, signaling his junior to go back and rest, and then his eyes slid to the briefcase in Mr. Nie's hand.

After taking the document, he glanced at it quickly and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"The Axis has successfully achieved mass production of synthetic fuels? Ah, where does this come from? Is this still China?"

"If the intelligence is true, the overall strength of the Japanese Navy will surely see a leap forward. In the next year, I'm afraid Nimitz will have to avoid Yamamoto Isoroku in the Pacific."

"Boss Nie, where did this news come from? Is the source reliable?"

Huang He did not intend to question the intelligence capabilities of the border area, but the news of synthetic fuel was really beyond common sense.

In fact, as early as the first half of this year, he had deduced a similar possibility based on the abnormal offensive rhythm of the German Three Armored Forces on the Eastern Front and the transformed combat effectiveness of the North African pasta.

However, this speculation almost flashed through Huang's mind.

It's nothing, it's just that the Abwehr are a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp, how can they keep a secret?

Just relying on the counter-espionage capabilities of that gang of hooligans, plus the contribution of a group of ruthless people from the Tongliao universe, if De San really came up with some shocking black technology, I'm afraid that the fat man, the lame man and the bearded man would have already obtained first-hand intelligence.

Well, the kind that's faster than a mustache.

Under the stereotype, Huang He did not think about synthetic fuels, but just thought that De San had discovered a large oil field in a certain occupied area. This was the main reason why he was now digging deep into the matter.

"Hey, if possible, I also hope that everything is fake."

"But the border area has thoroughly verified the authenticity of the intelligence. Because the situation was urgent, a group of Japanese Communist fighters lurking in the devil's homeland exposed their identities, and even Qiu Yiben was almost arrested."

"Take a look. These are the shipping logs, factory reports, and some internal communication records of the enemy navy sent by our allies."

Shocked, Huang He's face was immediately filled with shock. He never expected that Qiu Yi's infiltration ability would be so strong that he could even get the top-secret intelligence of the devil.

But after reading the documents carefully, his expression became a little strange.

The transport logs and other documents did prove that Benzi had mastered mature synthetic fuel technology, but the most important thing, the monthly production, was not mentioned at all in the intelligence.

"Ah, it seems that I underestimated the Abwehr. I didn't expect that it was not only Meyer who changed his face within the German Third Army, but even the most criticized intelligence agency stood up."

"By the way, Mr. Nie, why is there no monthly production number marked in the documents provided by Qiu Yi?"

"Only by figuring out this data can we calculate the current war potential of the Japanese and make corresponding strategic adjustments."

Dealing with smart people saves you a lot of trouble.

After hearing Huang He point out the core of the problem, the army restructuring expert nodded with satisfaction.

"The Japanese Communist Party has only been around for a short time and lacks strength. The information they have obtained is already their limit."

"Regarding the issue of monthly production capacity, I am afraid our allies will not be able to give a specific answer in a short period of time."

"I remember you mentioned the topic of synthetic fuels before, so the border area and headquarters sent me to the Weapons Experimental Research Bureau to see if you can give a rough estimate."

Synthetic fuel involves multiple fields such as chemistry, mechanical and thermal engineering, materials science, geology and mining engineering, and is a highly interdisciplinary scientific and technological achievement.

If it were the Yellow River before the time travel, his knowledge reserves were insufficient and he really could not help Mr. Nie for a while.

Fortunately, the Awakening the Tiger system already has a research option called "Synthetic Oil Experiment". If all he wants to do is estimate the enemy's monthly production capacity, Huang believes he can still do it.

After pondering for a moment, he drew a timeline on the draft paper and analyzed and calculated:

"If the Japanese had acquired the technology in 1941, there would be no need for Yamamoto Isoroku to rush to attack Pearl Harbor. This means that they most likely made a breakthrough this year."

"Considering the difficulty of synthetic fuels and Japan's current industrial strength, they probably won't be able to build many factories in ten months."

"30 to 50 barrels, I think this number is more reasonable. If the intelligence can be more detailed, perhaps my speculation can be closer to the truth."

The monthly output is only a few hundred thousand barrels of oil, which is a drop in the bucket for a local tycoon like Achou.

But if the fuel was directly supplied to the Combined Fleet, Yamamoto Isoroku could have led all his squadrons to have a blast on the Pacific battlefield. Without having to worry about the fuel problem, the Japanese could fight to the end in every naval battle that followed.

Obviously, the number of 30 to 50 barrels gave Mr. Nie a big shock. He sat down suddenly and slammed his fist on the table, making the coffee cup clang.

"Damn it, it looks like the Border Region's deployment in Southeast Asia and naval development plans will have to slow down for the time being."

"We still don't have enough resources. If the North Sea Fleet had half the strength of the Toulon Fleet, our plans wouldn't be constrained by others."

The sudden increase in the strength of the Japanese Navy was undoubtedly a bad thing for the Allied camp. No one, whether it was the border areas, Achou, Daiying, Maozi, or even the French, could stay out of it.

But as the saying goes, the bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish. While taking on unexpected risks, TG can also grow bigger and stronger and continue to expand its Didi proxy business.

After making up his mind, Huang He coughed lightly and told his plan one by one.

"With the Japs' synthetic oil, the most uncomfortable large force will definitely be the Ugly Country. By then, Nimitz will also need to readjust a series of decisions such as bombing priorities and blockade strategies."

"For them, from the moment they received the intelligence, the Pacific War would change from a war of attrition to a race against time."

"Since time is involved, our Eighth Route Army Air Force has another chance to make an appearance. As the only force in Asia capable of directly striking the enemy's homeland, do you think the Ugly Chinese will ask for help?"

In the original timeline, Germany III did rely on synthetic fuels to support some of its war needs in its later stages.

Unfortunately, under the high-intensity bombing of Britain and the United States, that is, the oil battle of 1944, they eventually collapsed due to lack of resources.

Similarly, for Japan, which lacks coal and has a small industrial scale, the Allied camp can follow suit and adopt the same response method.

At this time, the 3rd Air Division of the Eighth Route Army, which is full of martial virtues, is Achou's only hope in a short period of time.

As soon as these words were spoken, General Nie, who knew very well how useful American destroyers were, immediately got rid of his previous gloom.

War money, bah! Supporting allies is good, the kind-hearted Sichuan people love to support allies the most. For the great cause of anti-fascism, we TG must take action, and we have no choice but to do so.

"Hehe, that's great. The deployment of the 3rd Air Division can not only strike at the enemy's war potential, but also help our allies share the pressure on the Pacific battlefield. It's like killing two birds with one stone!"

"By the way, what kind of ships do we need this time? Can we get one or two American cruisers?"

"You drool over the model ship every day. You must be thinking something bad. Tell me the truth so I can report your thoughts to the border area."

Upon hearing this, Huang He immediately gave him a resentful look.

How can licking the ship model be considered as a malicious act? It was all for the purpose of expanding the strength of the North Sea Fleet.

"There's probably no hope of getting a cruiser, whether it's a light cruiser or a heavy cruiser, and we may not even be able to get a destroyer."

"At this point in time, the Ugly People themselves are short of surface ships. If Master Luo dares to agree, Nimitz will probably lead a group of naval commanders to attack Huashengdun the next day."

"What a shame! It would be great if it were 1943. We could get a plate of dumplings right out of the pot."

Two months ago, in the Battle of Savo Island, the A-Chou Navy lost four heavy cruisers, two destroyers and one heavy cruiser, and lost seven warships in one go. At least an entire brigade was left without a ship to sail.

When the battle report was transmitted back to Pearl Harbor that day, the commander of the Pacific Fleet said nothing and just shot with his pistol alone at the shooting range for the entire afternoon.

If Nimitz were a Japanese, he would have stabbed himself in the stomach a long time ago.

Asking the old man for a boat at this time is like rubbing salt into the wound.

After learning about the specific situation of the ugly people, the army reorganization expert immediately retracted his previous idea. Killing the goose that lays the golden eggs is absolutely unacceptable, and the country also needs allies to share the pressure.

Looking at Mr. Nie who looked regretful, Huang He suddenly had a sly smile on his face, and he looked as if his plan had succeeded.

Seeing his colleague raise his fist, he quickly explained:

"Although we can't get surface ships, we can get underwater men. The Ugly Navy has 77 of the Catshark class alone. Aren't you tempted, old man?"

"Sheeping is a science and an art. You must never pull a sheep to death."

“聂总，你记一下。SS-218大青花鱼、SS-220鲃鱼、SS-227松鲷、SS-244棘鳍、SS-247鲦鱼。”

"Let the border area seize these five submarines, along with the ships and personnel. With them, our North Sea Fleet will be able to train an excellent submarine force in the future."

The Border Region and the headquarters have always tried their best to meet the Yellow River's requests. Of course, General Nie would not refuse a request like today's specific request for a boat.

There is no other reason, it’s just that Huang has a sharp vision, and the four destroyers on Liugong Island are the best proof.

"Okay, when I return to Suiyuan, I will submit your speculation and suggestions to the border area and headquarters as soon as possible."

"If everything goes well, you will probably be able to go for a stroll in a submarine early next year. But don't even think about going out to sea to dive, your superiors will definitely not agree."

"You continue to be busy, I will go back first."

Just as the Army reorganization expert was about to leave, he suddenly saw a strange drawing on his desk.

It was a torpedo boat with a fully loaded displacement of less than 100 tons, but its appearance was very abnormal, giving a visual sense that it was top-heavy.

"Um, is this the torpedo boat you designed? How come it doesn't even have a torpedo tube? Did you not have time to draw it? Or do you need to perfect the hull first?"

"I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you've been a bit idle lately."

"Last time we met, you and the Fifth Division were working on missiles. Why are you now diving into naval equipment?"

As Huang He's direct superior, the Army Reorganization Expert certainly understood the scientific research plans of the Weapons Testing and Research Bureau and was also very interested in the legendary missile.

Today, seeing Mr. Huang working day and night and not doing his job, it is hard for him not to worry about the health of his colleagues.

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang He took out a scrap draft from the draft, and then drew a small plane on the middle and rear part of the torpedo boat.

"Boss Nie, you are wrongly accusing a good person. Even if I had nothing to do and was drawing for fun, I would not drag the Fifth Division along with me."

"Formally, let me introduce you to the missile boat I designed. It carries an Eagle Strike 42 anti-ship missile and is expected to be equipped to the North Sea Fleet by the end of this year or early next year." (End of this chapter)