Facing Gao Hongming's rhetorical question, Yang Aiyuan suddenly realized that he had made a big mistake. He seemed to be too impatient.
There was silence in the lounge, and everyone including Yang Ai fell silent.
Looking at Yang Aiyuan who was sweating on his forehead and Gao Hongming who was silent, Sun Chu became a little anxious and wanted to explain a few words to his old boss, but he didn't know how to speak.
Sun Chu knew in his heart that it would be a lie to say that Yang Aiyuan had no idea of spying on the Liantai Flying Corps, but it would be unrealistic to say that he wanted to swallow it all in one gulp.
After all, everyone is not a fool. Everyone knows how difficult it is to support an air force of a certain size.
The Air Force is no better than the Army. Although the aircraft are majestic in combat and can kill all directions, a few aircraft can even overturn a position, but in fact the aircraft are very fragile when on the ground.
Whether it is aircraft maintenance, pilot training, daily fuel consumption, ammunition loss, ground crew training, etc., the numbers are astronomical, not to mention that the price of an aircraft, which can easily cost hundreds of thousands, can put most people away.
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Otherwise, with the financial resources of the Nationalist Government, it would be able to afford less than 600 old aircraft before the war began, and of these 600 old aircraft, only half of them could be used for combat.
The essence of why Yang Aiyuan said this was that he wanted to gain more say in this precious air force. What he didn't expect was that as soon as he said his words, Gao Hongming mercilessly slapped him back.
, leaving no face for him as the deputy commander.
Looking at the changed face of Gao Hongming, Mr. Liu and Political Commissar Heping seemed to see clearly for the first time this partner who was always smiling and generous.
Political Commissar Ping glanced at Commander Liu, as if to say: Did you see, this little guy is not a simple man, he will fall out with the deputy commander of the theater just as he says.
Of course Commander Liu, who had worked with him for many years, understood what he meant and winked: Who makes this deputy commander so blind?
I can't help it.
Perhaps realizing that if this atmosphere was allowed to continue, the friendly atmosphere that the two sides had finally established would immediately fall apart, Sun Chu quickly laughed.
"Brother Gao, don't get me wrong. Chief Yang has no ill intentions. What he means is that he hopes that the command efficiency of the joint headquarters can be simpler and faster, and avoid the occurrence of buck-passing.
We all know that the Flying Corps was founded by you and it is also your hard work. This is all well known to everyone. Commander Yang just said that and did not mean anything else. Don't misunderstand me."
"Yes, yes, Brother Cuiya is right." Yang Aiyuan also said quickly: "Commander Gao, don't get me wrong. Who doesn't know that the Flying Corps is your lifeblood? That's what I just said, and there is absolutely no point in it.
It means spying."
Gao Hongming naturally understood that Yang Aiyuan did not mean that.
If the dignified deputy commander of the World War II Zone didn't even have this kind of city, he wouldn't be where he is today. The reason why he said such substandard words just now was actually a kind of temptation.
Everyone knows that retaking Taiyuan is a large-scale battle, with more than 100,000 troops participating in the battle and even hundreds of thousands in the future.
In such a large battle, the amount of air support required was also staggering.
Even though the number of aircraft of the Taiwan Lianyungang Flying Corps has reached more than 200, once it is spread evenly among the nearly 100,000 troops, it will not be enough.
Then the problem arises. As soon as the battle begins, requests for air support from ground forces are everywhere, and there are only so many aircraft. Which force to support becomes a big problem.
In the past, when there were only the Liantai Militia and the 129th Division, more than two hundred aircraft could handle it, but now that there are nearly 30,000 troops from the 115th Division and five temporary divisions of the Jinsui Army, these two hundred aircraft are not enough.
Saw it.
Once multiple places call for support at the same time, the wartime command authority of the flying corps becomes the top priority. The reason why Yang Aiyuan appears to be so inferior is to obtain air force for the Shanxi-Sui Army of the five divisions that are about to participate in the war.
support.
Looking at Yang Aiyuan who had regained his composure and was looking at him eagerly, Gao Hongming suddenly felt something in his heart. Perhaps Yang Aiyuan's gaffe just now was intentional on his part, just to get more air support during the war.
When he thought of this, Gao Hongming felt a chill in his heart. Yun Jiao's army would definitely be defeated in the art of war. If he really underestimated him because of what happened just now, he might have played into his hands.
Or maybe because of a soft heart, he intentionally or unintentionally tilts his air power towards the Jinsui Army in future battles. Even if he sends a few more batches of air support, the benefits to the Jinsui Army will be huge.
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"Tsk tsk... These old foxes are so cunning. You should be more careful when dealing with them in the future, otherwise you will suffer big losses one day."
Gao Hongming secretly became wary, and then started practicing Tai Chi. He said some ambiguous words, which sounded particularly enthusiastic on the surface, but in fact they were all polite words, which made Yang Aiyuan very depressed for a while.
"I've put so much effort into being so miserable and yet I still don't take the bait. What a little fox I am!"
Both sides cursed each other secretly at the same animal, but smiles appeared on their faces again, and after discussing some general directions for the troops, they went back to rest.
What... troop mobilization, garrison and attack direction?
Sorry, that is the job of the staff. As commanders, they are only responsible for the general direction.
But even so, many things still required them to make decisions in person, so much so that the group even ate dinner in the lounge.
After dinner, the oldest Yang Aiyuan and Mr. Liu already looked tired.
Born in the twelfth year of Guangxu's reign, he is 56 years old this year. He has been driving for a long time today and discussing with a group of people for a long time. He can no longer keep up with his energy.
Although Master Liu is six years younger than Yang Aiyuan, he was not in very good health after suffering several injuries in his early years.
Seeing this situation, Gao Hongming took the lead in suggesting that he go back to rest first and talk about anything tomorrow.
Commander Liu and Political Commissar Heping left the headquarters and returned to the residence assigned to them to rest. After the two sat down, the orderlies quickly brought them tea.
After drinking a few sips of hot tea, Mr. Liu felt better.
He leaned on his chair and smiled and said to Political Commissar Ping: "Did you see that our originally harmonious atmosphere is about to turn into intrigue?"
Political Commissar Ping waved his hand nonchalantly: "The instructor once said that fighting against the sky is endless fun, and fighting against people is endless fun. As long as there are people, there will be fights. At worst, we will stay with you to the end."
"Haha... you will be able to see clearly when the time comes!"