Seeing the dive bomber swooping down like a sharp arrow, Aono's heart suddenly dropped.
He has seen too many of these aircraft in the past few days. The biggest difference between them and the Empire's bombers is that most of the Empire's bombers use horizontal bombing. Even if they need to dive bomb, the angle will be maintained at about 30 or 40 degrees.
And these Chinese aircraft used vertical bombing that had never been seen before.
This bomber stabs the ground at a nearly vertical angle, and then drops heavy bombs on the ground one after another.
Firepower points, bunkers and artillery positions were destroyed one by one. On the other hand, the Japanese army, which lacked anti-aircraft firepower, could only watch all this happening and was helpless. Aono Kodai had been feeling this desperate for I don’t know how long it had been.
Didn't realize it.
In terms of effectiveness, accuracy and bombing effectiveness, the latter is undoubtedly much higher than the former.
Aono Kodai once saw with his own eyes that the Japanese army in a squadron was accurately hit by a super heavy bomb...and then...the squadron was gone forever.
Everyone from the squadron commander down to the private soldiers entered the Yasukuni Shrine.
"I'm the only one left in the entire squadron. Am I going to see the squadron leader and the others?"
Aono Kodai was very unwilling, and then in his desperate and numb eyes, a huge blockbuster hit the headquarters of the 143rd Regiment.
Amid an earth-shattering explosion, the command headquarters was enveloped in thick smoke and flames, as if these were the only two things left between heaven and earth.
Kodai Aoki just sat there, and there happened to be several dead bodies beside him. It looked like a group of corpses. On a battlefield full of dead people, this scene was too common.
After an unknown amount of time, a tank's tracks rattled past him. Next to the tank was a group of Chinese soldiers carrying rifles, shooting as they advanced.
But neither the fierce gunshots, nor the bullets flying in the air, nor the rude shouts of the soldiers, could make Akira Aono move even a little bit.
He clearly saw several Chinese tanks moving quickly in the desolate position, amidst the undulating smoke, like small boats sailing on the rolling waves of the sea.
He also saw the orange flames spraying from the tank's muzzle, and he saw more than ten dark figures standing up from the command post, running as fast as they could without looking back.
"At this point in the war, even a top-class soldier like Kodai Aono understands that the 143rd Regiment is finished. Even Amaterasu himself cannot save him."
Perhaps even God was tired of watching wars. In the evening, a rare cold air swept across northern Myanmar, and the air dropped from more than 30 degrees to below 10 degrees in an instant.
This sudden weather change caught both warring parties by surprise.
The sharp change in temperature also led to a rapid increase in the number of illnesses in the troops. Faced with a snowstorm of high-level telegrams, the expeditionary force headquarters also encountered difficulties.
"What's going on? Why did the temperature drop so fast?"
In the headquarters, Luo Zhuoying was furious at a colonel in charge of logistics.
"Luo Yaohui, let me tell you now that the frontline troops require the rear to urgently provide warm clothes and enough medicine. You must prepare the things for me within three days. Do you understand?"
"Commander, you can't do it even if you kill me."
The colonel in charge of logistics of the expeditionary force spread his hands, "Even children know how sultry the climate in Myanmar is, so when we went abroad, each of us was only issued two sets of summer military uniforms.
A pair of short-sleeved shorts and a summer military uniform with long trousers and long sleeves. Judging from the weather in previous years, this kind of clothing is enough.
But no one expected that Myanmar would get so cold this year, and the temperature dropped by nearly 20 degrees overnight. We are not gods, so who could have imagined this."
Luo Jiawo suppressed his anger and said: "Okay, forget it if you didn't expect the sudden drop in temperature.
But now a large number of soldiers in the army have started to catch colds and fevers. Your logistics department must get me a batch of medicines, right?
You must know that colds and fevers can kill people if they are serious, and if they cause a large number of non-combat casualties, the original anti-communist plan for the Japanese army will fail."
Seeing that the Minister of Logistics made it clear that he wanted things without risking his life, Luo Zhuoying also knew that asking him to raise 100,000 sets of autumn clothes in just three days was really difficult for him. Somehow, he actually made a mistake.
He looked at Gao Hongming aside.
Gao Hongming, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, understood what he wanted to say when he saw Luo Zhuoying's appearance, and said very simply: "Mr. Luo, don't look at me like that. I am the same as Minister Luo, who cannot change a hundred thousand dollars."
Put on your autumn clothes."
"no……"
Luo Zhuoying became anxious when he heard this. Gao Hongming was his last hope.
From yesterday to this morning, he sent several telegrams to the country begging his grandfather to sue his grandmother, but the most common reply he got was the words "there is nothing he can do."
Although he also knew that it was wrong to always catch a sheep to extract its wool, he really had no choice but to place his last hope on Gao Hongming.
"Brother Gao, your family has a big business. Even if you can't come up with 100,000 sets of clothes at a time, you can always have 30,000 or 40,000... no... 10,000 or 20,000 sets. Can you borrow it from me first and then return it later?
you."
Seeing Luo Zhuoying's anxious look, Gao Hongming still shook his head: "Brother Luo, if you're not a brother, I won't give you face. There's really nothing I can do for you.
Now our flight transportation capacity has reached its limit, and the amount of ammunition consumed by the expeditionary force every day has already made the transportation brigade overwhelmed.
Commander Huang from Shanxi has complained to me several times. If we continue to transport clothes to you, ammunition and other supplies will have to be suspended. Have you thought about the consequences?"
"I……"
Luo Zhuoying was speechless.
Of course he knew that the amount of food, drink, and diarrhea for a hundred thousand troops every day was an astronomical figure, not to mention the weapons and ammunition consumed in combat.
If, as Gao Hongming said, the transportation of ammunition and materials was stopped and the transportation of autumn clothing was replaced, no sane person would do this.
Without autumn clothes to keep out the cold, you will most likely get a cold or fever, but without weapons and ammunition, it will be fatal, especially now that the war is so fierce.
Perhaps because he couldn't bear to see Luo Zhuoying's anxious look, Gao Hongming said, "Sir Luo, I have an idea."
"Oh...speak quickly!" Luo Zhuoying quickly urged after hearing this.
"You are also smart but you are confused for a moment. We don't have autumn clothes, but the Yankees do.
I have heard that 70,000 sets of autumn clothes were shipped from the United States the day before yesterday. These clothes are for the Eighteenth Army of the British Army.
Now these things are still stored in Nadoki, which is less than 60 kilometers away from Yangon. We can borrow them first and use them!"