"Your Excellency, Commander, this is the battle report just sent from Zhongtiao Mountain."
Chief of the Operations Section Ichiro Miyamoto respectfully placed a stack of telegrams on the desk of Neji Okamura, who was reviewing documents.
Okamura Neji ignored it and continued to review the document, stopping only after he finished reviewing it.
He placed the document in his upper right hand, picked up the telegram and flipped through it. However, the more he flipped through it, the uglier his face became, and finally he dropped the telegram heavily on the table.
"Four divisions with more than 100,000 people fought for three whole days without making any progress. What do these people, Jutaro Amakasu, Shigesaburo Miyazaki, and Jusan Adachi, do?"
Looking at Okamura Neji with an angry face, Miyamoto Ichiro just lowered his head and did not dare to say a word. He understood Okamura Neji's mood.
The battle of Zhongtiao Mountain was originally a game of chess carefully planned by Gangcun. As long as Zhongtiao Mountain was occupied, the Japanese army could not only cross the river and go south, explore the Longhai Sea, and invade the Central Plains;
, improve the security situation in the occupied areas of North China.
As the first firebrand set by Okamura Neiji after he took office as the commander of the North China Front, the North China Front headquarters had high hopes for this battle. Unfortunately, this battle, which everyone had high hopes for, started high but ended low.
In the first few days, all the troops were progressing smoothly. The Kuomintang's troops in Zhongtiao Mountain almost collapsed and fled. But since Gao Hongming got involved, everything changed. Most of the originally cooked ducks actually flew away. Now they
He actually relied on his inferior military strength to firmly contain his 100,000-strong army in Zhongtiao Mountain in the Qiuyang County area.
That's all. Two days ago, there was a scandal involving the annihilation of the entire ninth brigade. This was simply a shame on Neji's face.
"Three days... In just three days, the Imperial Army lost more than 5,000 people. If we add the losses of the Ninth Brigade a few days ago, it means that the Imperial Army has lost more than 5,000 people in Zhongtiao Mountain from the beginning of the war to now.
There are more than 13,000 people.”
Looking at Neji Okamura's face like the bottom of a pot, Ichiro Miyamoto said in a trembling voice: "Commander, please calm down. The battle at Zhongtiao Mountain was going well. The reason why it became like this was because Gao Hongming got involved.
This cannot all be blamed on the division commanders Amakasu, Miyazaki and Adachi."
Okamura Neji laughed angrily: "You mean, the reason why Zhongtiao Mountain was beaten like this is God's will?"
Seeing Okamura Neiji getting angry, Miyamoto Ichiro calmed down a little and advised: "Everyone knows how difficult the Rendai Militia is. Commander Tada Shun, Commander Ishihara Kanji and Commander Shinozuka Yoshio,
Why did these heroes of the former empire return home sadly?
It’s not surprising to me that the battle at Zhongtiao Mountain was frustrated because of him. After all, war is all about strength, and Gao Hongming is the only person in China who has the strength to challenge the empire.”
"You actually defended Gao Hongming." Seeing Ichiro Miyamoto's expression of being in Gao Hongming's hands, Neji Okamura was in a bad mood and almost got angry.
"Your Excellency, Commander, this is not an excuse for being humble, but a fact." Ichiro Miyamoto said seriously: "The Liantai Militia is different from all the Chinese armies. This army is not the same as the general Chinese army in terms of equipment, firepower and fighting will."
If they can be compared, it is no exaggeration to call them the strongest army in China."
"Is China the strongest army?"
Neji Okamura snorted coldly. He originally wanted to retort, but he didn't know where to start. He is a proud person, and one of the characteristics of such a person is that he disdains lying.
Since the establishment of the Liantai Militia, it has never been defeated since the battle of Cangyunling. At least seven or eight Japanese generals fell at his hands, and the number of Japanese soldiers who died at the hands of this unit was no less than 50,000 to 60,000.
From this point of view, there seems to be nothing wrong with Miyamoto Ichiro's words.
"Miyamoto-kun, what I want to ask now is how to deal with Gao Hongming, not to listen to you bragging about him."
Gangcun, who became more and more upset as he thought about it, stood up, walked a few steps and asked again: "By the way, how is the Third Flying Group doing now? Have they replaced the aircraft they lost?"
"not yet."
Ichiro Miyamoto shook his head: "I have sent a telegram to the base camp to urge you, but even if the aircraft and pilots are replenished quickly, it will take more than ten days to arrive."
"More than ten days. After more than ten days, the day lilies will be cold."
Okamura Neiji stopped, with a fierce glint in his eyes: "You tell Sugawara Michio immediately and ask him to use all his strength. The air control of Mount Nakajo must not fall into the hands of the Chinese!"
After saying this, Neji Okamura punched the table hard, making a loud bang.
The hot rays of the sun illuminate the earth brightly.
A huge transport plane is struggling to fly. Only one of the two engines on the wing is still rotating. Holes as big as a baby's fist can be seen everywhere on the wings and fuselage of the transport plane.
"One, two, three!" In the messy and blood-stained cabin, Pan Dingguo, who was wearing a cold-proof leather jacket, pressed hard on the chest of the navigator lying on the deck and performed artificial respiration for his comrade.
"Wake up! Wake up!" Pan Dingguo, who was sweating profusely, roared loudly. The co-pilot who had been squatting next to him looked at his companion who was already bleeding from his lips, and then felt his pulse with his hand.
"Sir Pan! Okay, you've done your best!"
"One, two, three... one, two, three..." The persuasion of his comrades did not make Pan Dingguo give up his efforts. His hands stained with blood still pressed hard on his comrades' chests.
After doing this for several more minutes, Pan Dingguo, who could no longer hold on, stopped his movements. Blood foam flowed from the lips of the already dead navigator on the deck as he pressed.
Just half an hour ago, a group of transport aircraft that had just completed its mission of transporting troops was attacked by Japanese planes. The transport aircraft they were traveling on was attacked by four Zero fighters at the same time. A 20mm cannon hit the engine and cockpit.
Nearby, an engine was damaged.
Pan Dingguo and the co-pilot were lucky to escape, but the navigator was not so lucky. A 7.7mm bullet entered his leg buttocks and penetrated his abdominal cavity.
"I promised him that we would watch the little Japanese surrender together." Pan Dingguo, whose hands were blood red, sat down against the cabin and murmured feebly while holding his head.
Along with the roar of planes, a fleet of planes began to appear over Liantai Airport.
"Finally back!" Huang Huaimin, standing outside the command tower, finally let out a sigh of relief!
"One, two...fifteen, sixteen...twenty-four..." An officer in the tower control room held up a telescope to count the number of returning aircraft. From the telescope, he could see the shocking holes in the transport fuselage.
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As the transport planes landed one after another, people standing on the lawn or at the end of the runway could clearly see the belly, wings and other locations of many transport planes that were full of bullet holes.