A rapid ringing of the phone rang in the office of Lieutenant General Yoshio Iwasatsu, commander of the First Army in Shanxi. Yoshio Iwasatsu, who was engrossed in reviewing documents, casually picked up the phone and said, "Moses Moses, this is Yoshio Iwasatsu."
"Your Excellency, Commander, the 21st Squadron Reconnaissance Squadron reported that two hours ago, one of their Type 98 reconnaissance aircraft encountered a sneak attack by a China fighter jet during a routine reconnaissance in Liantai County. Subsequently, the fighter jet lost contact. It is estimated that it has
The jade is broken." Captain Xiangshan and Saburo, captain of the 21st team, reported in a hurried tone.
"Then, did you call me just to tell me such a small thing?"
Yoshio Iwamatsu became angry after hearing this. A reconnaissance plane was shot down while performing a mission. This is indeed not good news, but he is a commander in charge of an army of 80,000 people. If the company loses one
Even the trivial matter of the airplane bothers him. Is there anything else he can do?
"No, Commander."
Mukayama and Saburo were anxious. Last year, after the death of Fujino Shigeharu, the captain of the 21st Flying Squadron, he took over the position of captain of the 21st Flying Squadron.
I originally thought this was a good job, but I never expected to find out what kind of mess I had gotten into after arriving in Shanxi. It can be said that if there is anyone who feels the most aggrieved by taking over which army aviation unit stationed in China, it must be the 21st Flying Team.
Genus.
Other army aviation units are not famous in China. They can blow up whoever they want. They can fly wherever they want in the huge sky, but not Shanxi. This place seems to have been cursed by the Chinese people. So far, there have been
No less than three hundred aircraft, including those of the Third Flying Group, were lost in this damn place.
Not to mention the First Army, even the local high command shook their heads when mentioning Shanxi. Many people even said that Shanxi was the cemetery of the imperial army, and the cause was the Taiwan-Lianyungang Flying Corps.
When he first received the appointment, Mukayama and Saburo were still ambitiously planning how to eliminate the Liantai Flying Corps, but when he arrived in Taiyuan, he realized how bad the situation was.
The twenty-one flying squadron that used to be strong and powerful now has less than 60 aircraft, most of which are old Type 97 fighters and a small number of Type 1 fighters, and there is not even one of the most advanced Type 0 fighters.
The reason is very simple. Over the past year, the 21st Flying Squadron has been losing troops and generals, and even one of the captains has been killed. In the words of the gentlemen at the base camp, even giving them the most advanced fighter planes is a sacrifice of their lives.
Rather than allocating it to the places that need it most.
It’s just that the fighter planes are old. The most terrible thing is that most of the pilots in the flying team are rookies who have just graduated from the flight academy. The aircraft are worn out and the personnel are stretched. Not to mention how miserable Mukayama and Saburo are.
If someone else encountered this situation, he might just fall flat, but Xiangshan Hesaburo is an ambitious man. He is not willing to live in Shanxi for retirement. He saw the 6th Division and the 108th Division starting to attack Liantai County.
After that, I immediately realized that my opportunity had come.
These days, he has sent out all six reconnaissance planes in his hands. These planes are constantly flying around Shanxi in order to detect the mobilization of the Chinese army in Shanxi at the first time.
Hard work paid off, and just now he finally received a piece of useful information.
Listening to the roar on the other end of the phone, Mukayama and Saburo swallowed: "Your Excellency, Commander, although that reconnaissance plane is probably in pieces, they sent very useful information at the last moment."
"What information?" Yoshio Iwamatsu was shocked. If there were major changes in Shanxi that caused the situation to spiral out of control, he, the commander, would definitely be in trouble. His predecessor, Yoshio Shinozuka, had learned from the past.
"The reconnaissance plane sent intelligence that they found the whereabouts of a large Chinese army force about a hundred kilometers east of Liantai County, and the direction of that force's march was exactly Liantai County."
"Nani?" Yoshio Iwamatsu stood up immediately, "Is this true?"
"Your Excellency, Commander, in order to confirm the authenticity of the intelligence, I immediately dispatched all the reconnaissance planes on hand and finally determined the result. An Eighth Route Army with approximately 30,000 people is marching rapidly towards Liantai County.
, is expected to arrive in Liantai County in two days."
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As soon as Muangshan and Saburo finished speaking, they heard the sound of something falling coming from the microphone.
"This is absolutely impossible?" There was a hint of surprise, a hint of panic, disbelief and fear in Yoshio Iwamatsu's voice.
"Hasn't the China Eighth Route Army been divided and surrounded by the large army sent by Commander Gangcun and firmly trapped in various parts of North China? How did they assemble such a huge force?"
"Your Excellency, this is beyond what I can know." Mukayama and Saburo said with a hint of bitterness in their voices, "The biggest problem now is how we should deal with this new situation."
"Bagaya Road, these damn Tubal Road, why do they always give me problems?"
Yoshio Iwamatsu was not well. When he received the notice from the North China Command that the Sixth Division and the 108th Division were coming to Shanxi to wipe out the Liantai Militia, he was very happy in his heart.
If this thing is successful, it will help him eliminate the serious problem of the Liantai Militia. Even if it fails, it has nothing to do with him. After all, the 6th Division and the 108th Division are not under his command. He only needs to do good logistics.
Just work and encircle and suppress Tubal Road in various places.
But now the situation has changed suddenly. As the commander of the First Army, he is very aware of the dangers of Gao Hongming. Originally, when he only had 10,000 men, he made the whole Shanxi uneasy. Now if he has three or four more men,
Wan's Eighth Route Army could overthrow the entire Shanxi Province.
"No, I want to report to Commander Gangcun immediately."
At the No. 4 Base of the Liantai Flying Corps, Lu Dayou, who had his leg re-putted in a plaster by the doctor at the base, was lying comfortably on the camp bed next to the lawn with a bottle of beer in his left hand, smiling as he watched his comrades shouting and drinking.
While playing cards, I would take a mouthful of it from time to time. The taste was so enjoyable.
But his appearance aroused the collective jealousy of other pilots.
"I said, Lao Lu, can you go back to your dormitory and drink again? Do you know that you deserve a beating like this?"
"Come on!" Lu Dayou pointed to his right leg without fear, "Hit it here and break the plaster. I will be able to fly to the sky tomorrow to fight the Japanese."
"Fuck...this kid is so damn weak." The pilots around him laughed and cursed.
Just as the pilots were having fun, a piercing siren sounded at the airport. The pilots who were having fun were slightly startled, then they all dropped the cards in their hands and rushed towards the runway.