Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated.

The meeting continued. When the deputy commander-in-chief proposed the strategic deployment of three lines to move forward in unison, his eyes fell on the seating area where the 129th Division delegation was located.

According to convention, the report of the Military Advisory Group to Vietnam should have been reported in person by Cheng Shifa and Ding Wei sent by the 386th Brigade.

But for now, the two regiment commanders are still commanding operations on the front line in Southeast Asia, so this reporting responsibility will naturally be performed by their direct leaders.

When he thought of the complaint telegrams sent by his subordinates one after another, the brigade commander couldn't help but feel a gleeful "strange smile" on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, he became more and more convinced that it was a wise decision to adopt Huang He's advice.

If we really went to the Indochina Peninsula, being humiliated and humiliated in the deep mountains and forests would be a small matter, but missing out on participating in such a strategic decisive battle to recover all of North China would be the real historical regret.

Considering that the comrades in the conference room were still waiting for him to report on their work, the brigade commander took a deep breath to adjust his mood, then picked up the pointer and came to the map.

"The current combat forces of the Viet Minh have begun to take shape. The main force of 50,000 people, in conjunction with local armed forces and guerrilla forces, has basically acquired the ability to protect itself."

"But they are good at self-defense but not good at attacking. After all, the Japanese have deployed the 15th and 25th armies in Siam, Burma, Malaysia and New Zealand, with a total of six divisions."

"It is simply unrealistic for the Viet Minh to conquer Southeast Asia on their own."

As soon as he finished speaking, praise immediately sounded in the conference room, obviously he was very satisfied with the work of Cheng and Ding.

In just three months, a field force of nearly 100,000 people was formed behind enemy lines. Even by the standards of army reorganization experts, this speed and scale of army building is a benchmark in the history of the War of Resistance behind enemy lines.

As for issues such as combat effectiveness and actual combat performance?
Then Cheng Shifa and Ding Wei will have to suffer more, everything is for the North Sea Fleet!
"Well done, great job. At this rate, we will be able to open up the Strait of Malacca next year and welcome the Toulon Fleet back to Bohai."

"If the situation permits, the Viet Minh can even act in sync with Dai Ying and Guo Xuan, thus reducing certain losses and casualties."

"Comrade ZQ, immediately issue a commendation order to Cheng Shifa and Ding Wei in the name of the headquarters after the meeting. These two are meritorious officials, and we must not let them down."

In the subsequent strategic meeting, the comrades brainstormed and discussed in depth, and finally finalized the complete operational plan for the Indochina Peninsula Campaign, clarifying the phased policy of "first taking Cambodia, then Siam."

After completing the combat deployment in Southeast Asia, the deputy commander took the teaching stick handed over by the brigade commander, and then turned his eyes to another peninsula on the military map, and gave instructions in a decisive manner:
"Li Yunlong! Your Marine Brigade 1 fought very well in the Battle of East Shandong. However, I don't plan to let the paratroopers participate in the next phase of the Battle of Hebei Province. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Brigade Commander Li, who had been laughing and pointing fingers at his old leader, was suddenly stunned. This sudden order completely disrupted his expectations.

Ah, why is it the turn of the brigade unit now? The deputy commander-in-chief doesn’t play by the rules.

However, the instinct of the soldier still overwhelmed all the hesitation. Old Li stood up and stood attentively and responded without hesitation:
"Report! Our brigade absolutely obeys the arrangements of the headquarters! Even if you want to airdrop the First Land War Brigade to Tokyo, the soldiers and I will firmly execute the order."

Satisfied, the more I look at it, the more satisfied I am.

The deputy commander-in-chief stared at the beloved general in front of him, and a wave of relief appeared in his eyes. The stubborn stone of the past has finally been polished into a sharp sword with restrained edges.

After a moment, the general gathered his thoughts and drew a sharp arc on the map with the pointer in his hand, which finally stopped at the contour line of the peninsula.

"Li Yunlong, I am going to give the 1st Marine Brigade a tough task this time. I am going to send you to the real enemy lines."

"According to reliable information, Kanto Army Commander Mijiro Umezu is about to transfer the 19th and 20th Divisions to western Liaoning. The headquarters means that you have to put a knife in the heart of the Japanese."

"If you have any ammunition, supplies, and personnel, please speak now. I'll give you a note on the spot."

As soon as these words were said, Old Li immediately fell into deep thought, and the expression on his face became even more twisted.

From a strategic perspective, the situation on the peninsula is more complicated than that on the Indochina battlefield. It is not only the core support point of the Kwantung Army's absolute national defense circle, but also a steel corridor between the Japanese mainland and the mainland battlefield.

If the 1st Marine Brigade really took root in the peninsula and even opened up a second battlefield, then it would not be as simple as stirring up a hornet's nest, but would directly overturn the bed of the Kwantung Army!
Of course, risks and benefits coexist.

If the paratroopers could successfully establish a base, the Kwantung Army would be naturally at a disadvantage in the subsequent battles. After all, 70% of the devil's supplies depended on the Gyeongui Railway.

After thinking for a while, Li Yunlong punched the edge of the round table and said boldly:

"War is always a risky battle. If our brigade can gain a foothold behind enemy lines, his Kwantung Army will be in a passive situation of fighting on both sides."

"Humph, I want to see how that old devil Meizu Mijiro will deal with the life-and-death problem of a fire in the backyard and smoke in the front yard!"

Old Li's resounding words made the bigwigs present smile at each other. Several former leaders gave a thumbs up at the same time, their eyes full of approval.

Seeing that the atmosphere of the meeting had reached its climax, Li Yunlong struck while the iron was hot and immediately proposed the first combat demand to the deputy commander-in-chief.

"Report to the commander! You just mentioned special approval for special matters, so I won't be polite. Fighting behind enemy lines requires unified command, and I apply for full authority to dispatch all units of the coalition forces!"

"Once we reach the peninsula, there is a high probability that our brigade will face tens of thousands of enemies. Only by uniting all available forces can the 1st Marine Brigade become a sharp knife that pierces the hearts of the Japanese!"

Faced with the first combat requirement proposed by Li Yunlong, the deputy commander-in-chief and the deputy chief of staff looked at each other and immediately agreed.

The three major battles of the Zhongtiaoshan Battle, the Hetao Rescue and the Battle of Eastern Shandong have long proved that Li, Zhao and Xing have the command capabilities at the theater level and can completely lead the overall situation independently.

What's more, the headquarters is planning to integrate the coalition command system, and Li Yunlong's application coincides with their strategic layout.

"No problem, I promise you!"

"After today's meeting is officially over, I will personally contact the border area and have War Fox and the Army Morale Wizard come forward to dispatch you and grant you the highest command authority behind enemy lines."

"Okay, if you have any other needs, tell me now."

As the most dangerous man in the Republic of China, Lao Li has already mastered the skill of not showing his emotions.

After receiving the approval of the deputy commander-in-chief, he looked as usual and just nodded calmly, as if the transfer of command was just a routine matter.

But people who are familiar with Li Yunlong know that the calmer he is, the bigger things he is thinking about.

Sure enough, after a moment's hesitation, Lao Li directly used his ultimate move.

"Now that the command has been decided, the next thing to do is to discuss the issue of equipment supply."

"Old Huang, I heard that the Ugly people specially designed a pistol for the Free French that is simple in structure, easy to manufacture, easy to assemble, and highly concealable."

"This weapon should be very suitable for guerrillas behind enemy lines. Can you make tens of thousands of them as quickly as possible? I'm going to make things difficult for the Japanese on the peninsula." Looking at the history of world firearms development, there are three weapons that have never been seen before and will never be seen again, and they have always occupied the throne of legend.

They are the British Sten, the French Chauchat, and the American Liberator.

The American-made weapon that Li Yunlong mentioned was naturally the last of the three legendary models, the FP-45, which took more than ten years of cerebral thrombosis to design.

Seeing his fellow villager's ultimate move hitting him, Huang He immediately jumped up from the stool and began to introduce the torch pistol to everyone.

"Old Li, I understand what you mean. The large-scale distribution of weapons to the enemy-occupied areas is nothing more than mobilizing local guerrillas to make them trouble the Japanese on the peninsula."

"But the pistol you mentioned, it's really not suitable."

"In order to save money and process, the ugly Chinese didn't even design the most basic rifling. The so-called Liberator is basically a smoothbore rifle. If you give this thing to a bald guy, he won't even take it."

When it comes to his own wisdom, Huang He almost went all out and quickly explained the pros and cons of FP-45. If he were to imitate such a piece of junk, who knows how people in the future would complain about him.

After learning that the so-called Liberator was just an assembly-line version of a single-player weapon, Li Yunlong quickly gave up on this weapon.

The situation on the peninsula is indeed very chaotic, but after all, we are half of our own people. Letting the local guerrillas fight the enemy with such junk would be a trap.

However, the plan to make the Japs a nation of enemies still had to be implemented. Old Li hesitated for a moment and continued to ask:

"I remember that there are production lines for the Wangba Box in Taiyuan and Suiyuan. Comrades, can you hurry up and make tens of thousands of them before our brigade sets out?"

"This thing is inexpensive, easy to operate, and can be used to arm guerrillas."

Although the performance of the Southern Fourteen is very poor, it is a standard military pistol. Cooperating with the 38th major inventory in each military region, it is fully qualified for the task of armed guerrillas.

After the thought came to him, Huang He nodded silently.

It's just a turtle box, it's much better than the imitation of the Liberator, and my reputation can be barely preserved.

"Okay, I will implement your request as soon as possible. Oh, I should have kept more Japanese weapons, otherwise I wouldn't have to rush to finish the work now."

In the following meeting, the comrades discussed the detailed deployment of the attack on Hebei Province together, and clarified the phased policy of "Suiyuan Military Region, Shandong Provincial Military Region, 129th Division and 120th Division to advance multi-line".

Before the meeting ended, the deputy commander-in-chief turned his attention to the seating area where the North Sea Fleet was located.

As if thinking of the absent Director Xiao, he asked directly:
"Li Yujie, if we calculate the time, your commander should be arriving in Iran soon. How much aid did he bring this time? How many Free French troops can he equip?"

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November 1942, 11, French Algeria.

The damp and cold mist, carrying the unique salty smell of the Mediterranean, seeped into every gap in the marble corridors of the Summer Palace.

At the end of the corridor, Admiral François Dallang's footsteps were calm but tired, and his white uniform looked particularly dazzling in the dim light.

It looks like a white flag of surrender, or a piece of fresh meat waiting to be slaughtered.

"Damn the British, damn the ugly people! These hypocritical bandits talk about freedom and democracy all the time, but they have never truly respected the sovereignty of France."

"You are a bunch of greedy vultures and blood-sucking parasites. Do you understand what sustainable fishing is?"

1941 was the peak of Darlan's life. During this period, he was the head of Vichy's diplomacy and defense, and he was second only to the emperor in France.

But in just one year, the admiral suffered his own Waterloo.

In politics, his position was gradually replaced by the more obedient Laval.

military?

There are not many troops to maintain, and the so-called commander-in-chief is just an empty post without any real power.

When Darlang thought of the aggressive Allied representatives, he didn't get angry.

The broad-faced bald man was clearly on friendly terms with him last month, and he looked like a peacemaker. But now, he was forcing him to hand over all his rights.

"Assholes, you deserve to be killed by a bunch of Asians in the Pacific Ocean. How dare you, a rubbish that doesn't even know how to fight a naval battle, ask for my Toulon Fleet!"

Anger devoured Darlang's sanity and tore apart the soldier's last bit of vigilance.

If the admiral could control his emotions, perhaps he would have a chance to spot the assassin hiding in the shadows of the corridor and his bloodshot eyes.

"Oh!"

Just as Darlan was about to turn and walk into his office with his briefcase, a bullet suddenly hit his left chest and shattered the gold watch with the Marshal's photo embedded in it.

The 65-year-old admiral staggered towards the gold-rimmed oak door as if he had been hit by a heavy blow.

"Traitor! You damn traitor!" The young assassin jumped out from the shadows, his 20-year-old face twisted with anger. But he did not forget his business, and pulled the trigger again without hesitation.

"It's for France!"

"Oh!"

The second shot penetrated Darlang's lungs, and the bullet even made a big hole in the oil painting on the wall.

"Oh!"

The third shot hit him directly between the eyebrows.

With two breasts and one head, even gods cannot save him.

Darlan's blue eyes lost focus in an instant, and without even a complete last word, he slowly fell down like an old oak tree that had been cut down.

The splattered blood created a strange outline on the wall, which looked very much like the 17th-century nautical chart he had treasured for a long time, on which the crumbling Toulon fleet was marked. (End of this chapter)