Anti-Japanese War: My equipment is infinitely refreshed

"Why do you say that?" Sun Liren frowned and looked at Li Si in front of him with confusion.

There was a hint of doubt and confusion in his eyes. In his opinion, what just happened was clearly a fierce bombing, so how could it be called a warning?

He knew in his heart that the situation in Europe was like a layer of fog, and he was not very familiar with it.

Everything here was very unfamiliar to him. The methods of warfare and the entanglements of various forces were like a tangled mess that made him confused.

He felt like he was being forced into this European conflict.

If Stilwell hadn't specifically asked him to come, he really didn't want to get involved in this mess.

At this moment, he desperately hoped that Li Si could give him a clear explanation so that he could understand the real intention behind this complicated situation.

"If it was a real bombing, I'm afraid with the strength of the German army, they would raze us to the ground completely." Li Si spread his hands helplessly. Although he didn't want to boost the prestige of others, the cruel facts were before him and he had no choice but to admit it.

He frowned slightly, his eyes revealing his fear of the powerful German army.

According to his understanding, the strength of the German army in North Africa should not be underestimated.

Especially after defeating the British army, their strength has increased significantly.

There are about thousands of fighter jets alone, but only a dozen have been dispatched so far. The intention is obvious.

This was by no means an all-out attack, but rather a warning.

It was as if the German army was declaring its strength to them and reminding them not to act rashly.

Li Si's words were full of worry. He knew very well that in this complicated situation, every step needed to be made carefully. If he was not careful, he might end up in an irretrievable situation.

"You mean, the German army doesn't want to fight with us?" Sun Liren frowned, his eyes full of confusion. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes fixed on Li Si, with a hint of urgency, as if he wanted to get the answer directly from Li Si's expression.

His lips were slightly pursed, the muscles on his face were a little stiff due to tension, and his originally straight back unconsciously leaned forward a little. He was completely immersed in thinking about this point of view.

"Yes, it is obvious that they are warning us that it is best not to provoke them." Li Si nodded solemnly and looked at Sun Liren with a firm gaze.

Upon hearing this, Sun Liren frowned even more tightly and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he wanted to absorb this information into his mind and analyze it carefully.

He took a deep breath, slowly stood up, stroking his chin with one hand, looking solemn, as if he was weighing the possibility of Li Si's statement, various coping strategies and possible situations flashing quickly through his mind.

"To be honest, I originally thought I was going to fight the Japanese, but I ended up in this hellish place." Sun Liren frowned, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and a bitter smile appeared on his face. "And for the German army..."

He paused, and a complex expression flashed in his eyes, including confusion, emotion, and an indescribable bitterness.

Once upon a time, the German army helped them train German-equipped divisions. At that time, the two sides had a friendly cooperative relationship. The German army brought advanced military concepts and training methods, which made them see hope of improving the combat effectiveness of the army.

But now, times have changed and the two sides are facing each other on the battlefield.

This change was like a sharp knife, piercing his heart.

His heart was filled with resentment. The good memories of the past and the cruel reality of the present were intertwined, making him full of contradictions and struggles when facing the German army.

Li Si really couldn't empathize with Sun Liren's complicated emotions.

He stood there quietly, with an understanding yet somewhat confused look on his face.

After all, it is impossible to empathize with the joys and sorrows of other people. He had not experienced the past that Sun Liren had with the German army, and could not understand the entanglement and emotion.

"Sir, we must consider one thing, that is, the German army is our enemy." Li Si straightened his back slightly and reminded with a serious expression.

His eyes were firm and sharp, as if they could penetrate all the fog and help Sun Liren recognize the current situation.

He knew very well that he could not be swayed by emotions on the battlefield and must keep a clear head and make decisive decisions.

His words were concise and powerful, with an unquestionable firmness, hoping that he could help Sun Liren break free from his complicated emotions and face the enemy in front of him with a calmer attitude.

"I understand. Don't worry. I can still distinguish right from wrong." Sun Liren nodded slightly, with a flash of determination in his eyes.

He shook his head gently, and the complicated expression on his face gradually faded, replaced by the courage and decisiveness of a soldier.

He naturally knew what Li Si's reminder meant. On the battlefield, emotions cannot become an obstacle to decision-making, and he must put the overall situation first.

Sun Liren frowned slightly, a complex look flashed in his eyes, then he regained his firmness and said, "I understand, don't worry, I can still distinguish right from wrong." He was well aware of the severity of the current situation and would not let past emotions hinder his determination to fight against the Germans.

Li Si frowned slightly, his eyes full of worry about the situation. He then asked: "Commander, when will our reinforcements arrive?" He understood that facing the powerful German army, reinforcements were of great significance to their survival and fighting.

Sun Liren looked calm and responded in a deep and powerful voice: "I have urged you to wait for a while."

He recalled the process of sending the telegram. He first conveyed the message for help to Cun Yunsheng, but the reply he got was that he needed to consult Stilwell.

There was no other way but to send another telegram to Stilwell for inquiry.

Fortunately, the answer they got was that reinforcements were on the way, but the waiting process was full of unknowns and anxiety, and every minute and every second seemed extremely long to them.

He could only lead his soldiers to hold their positions and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

"It's so slow. I hope the reinforcements can arrive as soon as possible." Li Si frowned, his face full of worry.

He paced back and forth restlessly, with anxiety in his eyes, as if he had already seen the difficult situation when there was no reinforcement.

Li Si is fully aware of the seriousness of the current situation.

According to the intelligence he had, the German army was already discussing surrender with the Persian side.

In his view, the possibility of Persia's surrender was very high.

Persia has a unique position in the entire situation. Once Persia surrenders, the situation of their team will become extremely difficult.

Just like losing a key support point on the chessboard, the original strategic layout will collapse instantly.

By then, they were like abandoned chess pieces, having lost the meaning of their existence and were trapped in a desperate situation under the powerful offensive of the German army.

This feeling of powerlessness tightly wrapped around Li Si, making him more and more anxious for the arrival of reinforcements. ………

On the other side of the battlefield, Stilwell was in deep distress.

No.

To be precise, both Stilwell and Wavell were troubled, but the directions of their troubles were completely different.

Wavell's distress stemmed from how to turn the situation around in the confrontation with the Japanese army and find the key to victory. Every strategic deployment and every troop movement made him rack his brains. The tenacity and cunningness of the Japanese army were like tough thorns, making it difficult for him to make military decisions.

As for Stilwell, his mind was completely occupied by the Persian issue.

The intelligence from the White House weighed on his heart like a heavy rock, indicating that Persia was discussing surrender with the German army.

Although the surrender has not been officially confirmed because some specific details have not yet been negotiated, he knows that it is almost a foregone conclusion.

The situation in Persia was like a bomb about to explode. Once it exploded, the strategic balance of the entire region would be broken. The chain reaction it would produce might put the Allies in a huge passive position, but he had not yet found an effective way to deal with it. This feeling of powerlessness made him extremely distressed.

"When will the follow-up reinforcements arrive?" Stilwell asked in a hurried tone, his brows furrowed and his eyes revealing anxiety.

He knew very well that the situation in the Middle East was like a taut string that could break at any time, and the timely arrival of reinforcements was the key to stabilizing the situation.

"I'm afraid it will take some time. Our current transportation capacity is very limited, and we cannot mobilize so many transport ships." The adjutant replied helplessly. His voice was a little low, and he knew that this answer would not satisfy his superior.

He looked at Stilwell with a hint of worry in his eyes, fearing that his commander's anger might explode at any moment.

When Stilwell heard his adjutant's words, his face suddenly became gloomy, like the sky before a storm.

His lips trembled slightly, his eyes full of anger: "Damn it, it's too slow. Find a way to transfer more transport ships. The Middle East needs our reinforcements."

His voice rose a few notches, carrying an unquestionable authority.

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. He secretly cursed the poor transportation capacity in his heart and thought quickly about possible solutions in his mind, because he knew that the situation in the Middle East could not tolerate any delay.

"Just now, German fighter planes have bombed Sun Liren and his forward base. All our efforts over the past few days have been wasted." Stilwell's eyes revealed deep pain and regret. He clenched his fists, and his knuckles turned slightly white due to the force.

Every destroyed facility and every burning ruin was like a wound in his heart.

"Do you know what this means?" His eyes were as sharp as torches as he scanned the staff officers around him, with both questioning and warning in his eyes.

Those sharp eyes seemed to engrave the cruelty of war and the severity of the current situation deeply into everyone's heart.

"If more reinforcements cannot be transported as soon as possible, when Persia surrenders, the entire Middle East will be lost, and the German power will increase several times." Stilwell said as he paced back and forth in the room. His steps were quick and heavy, and every step seemed to be stepping on the drumbeat of war.

His face was full of anxiety, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing faintly, as if telling of his inner tension.

"With those oil fields, the German tank will once again unleash greater potential. For us, there is probably no hope of ending this war." Stilwell's face became increasingly ugly, a complex expression mixed with worry, anger, and helplessness.

He was well aware of the significance of the oil fields to the German army, which would be a powerful source of power for their war machine.

If the German army took control of the oil fields in the Middle East, the consequences would be disastrous. Now, time is running out, and every moment of delay may push the Allies into an abyss of no return.

"General Stilwell, I know what you said, but we really can't mobilize more transport ships right now," the adjutant said in embarrassment.

The adjutant's words were like a bucket of cold water, pouring on the anxious flame in Stilwell's heart. His face became even gloomier, and a complex emotion of anger and helplessness flashed in his eyes.

Hearing this, Stilwell fell silent. The atmosphere in the room seemed to freeze, and only his heavy breathing could be heard clearly.

He pursed his lips tightly, his brain working rapidly, thinking of a countermeasure.

After a moment, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and then he said, "Connect me to Admiral Wavell. They must cooperate with us in this matter." His voice was low and powerful, with unquestionable majesty.

"Yes." The adjutant responded immediately and turned to carry out the order.

Stilwell stood where he was, his eyes fixed on the front, secretly thinking about how to persuade Admiral Wavell to jointly deal with this crisis.

He knew that this was a difficult negotiation, but in order to prevent Persia from surrendering and to prevent the German army from further expanding its influence, he had to win the support of Admiral Wavell.

Time was running out, and every second that passed could bring irreversible consequences. Stilwell's heart was filled with a sense of urgency and mission.

"General Stilwell." Admiral Wavell's tired voice came from the other end of the phone, and there seemed to be endless vicissitudes and fatigue in that voice.

He was indeed tired during this period.

The battle with the Japanese was much more difficult than he had imagined. The Japanese were like stubborn weeds that could not be completely eradicated. Their difficulty was beyond everyone's expectations, and every battle exhausted Admiral Wavell.

He regretted deeply that when he was in Burma, he should have cooperated with the Expeditionary Force to drive out the Japanese army completely.

If the right choice had been made at that time, perhaps the difficult situation today would not have occurred.

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world. Even if you regret, it is useless.

He can only face reality and try to find a solution to his current predicament.

Admiral Wavell sighed lightly and waited for General Stilwell to speak, wondering what difficulties and challenges this Allied general would bring.

"Admiral Wavell, I need your support." Stilwell's voice was firm and powerful, with an unquestionable majesty in his tone. He knew very well that the situation was critical at the moment, and he had to win the cooperation of Admiral Wavell in order to have a glimmer of hope.

On the other end of the phone, Admiral Wavell thought for a moment and understood what he meant.

The experienced general had a keen insight into the situation and quickly guessed Stilwell's intentions.

"Is it because of Persia?" There was a hint of solemnity in his voice.

"Yes," Stilwell replied briefly, without any hesitation.

He knew that now was not the time for a long speech and that he had to get to the point quickly and make Admiral Wavell understand the urgency of the moment.

The situation in Persia is like a powder keg that could explode at any time. Once Persia surrenders, the entire Middle East will fall into the control of the German army, and the consequences will be disastrous. (End of this chapter)