Hitler was very sincere this time, reviewing the friendship between Chad and Germany in a very sincere tone, and in the letter he vaguely mentioned concerns about Soviet Russia's ambitions, and expressed concern about Chahar's efforts to contain Soviet Russia's recent efforts in the Far East.
He expressed his admiration and congratulations on the feat of the 700,000 Soviet troops.
Finally, Mustache changed the topic and expressed his willingness to form a closer alliance with Chahar to fight against the increasingly powerful Soviet Russia and to support Chahar as China's only legitimate political ax and to support China in striving for its own survival.
space to pursue interests in the Southeast Asia and the Pacific.
After reading this eloquent letter, Su Tong thought at first glance that he had met a great internationalist warrior who sacrificed himself for others, helped others, and was extremely noble. However, our Chief Su combined the trend of later generations and the small world.
Beard's usual practice was followed when he read the letter and saw only one sentence: Brother, you first help me fight mines. The Soviet Russia in the north and the Americans on the other side of the Pacific say first: "Colonel Hans,
Such a matter is too important for me to decide alone. It requires decision-making and voting by all of us. Please give us some time to study it carefully."
Hans also nodded understandingly. It would be strange if the General Su in front of him could make a decision on such an important matter on the spot. "Okay, respected General Su, then I will wait here for your good news."
"Of course, you are welcome to come to Chahar as a guest. I guarantee that you will fall in love with it as long as you stay here for a while. This is a city full of hope." Su Tong laughed with a cigarette in his mouth.
The sky rarely cleared up. Although the north wind was still blowing, the sky was still gray. However, the ground staff at the seven field airports in Rehe had already begun nervously using bulldozers to clear the runways, which had been blocked by the snowstorm.
The pilots who have been stuck on the ground for nearly a week are already bored to the point of getting moldy. They are longing for the blue sky and adding a new star to their aircraft.
Yuan Hongming, commander of the Fourth Air Division, was sitting in the control tower, looking at the neatly arranged planes on the runway, and calmly issued instructions.
"The 16th Flight Regiment took off from the third and fourth runways, and the 15th Flight Regiment took off from the first and second runways. All units should pay attention to order and be careful not to slide off the runway."
Xiao Feipeng, who has been promoted to the captain of the third squadron of the 16th Flying Regiment, is driving his Messerschmitt me109 fighter steadily into the sky. Looking at the gray sky, Xiao Feipeng raised his head and looked at the
On a piece of paper next to the instrument, there is written a poem circulated in the air force: How can the night seal the feelings of the man Lingyun? I can't refuse the sky, just like a singer can't leave the stage, even if no one cheers me.
I have to keep waiting. You hear the sound of the engine coming from the silence. The thick curtain is about to open.
This poem, which was said to have been circulated in the theater headquarters, was enthusiastically sought after by many pilots. Xiao Feipeng even copied it and pasted it on his car. Every time he saw this poem, he seemed to feel something.
A touch of emotion and loneliness.
"Please note, the 16th Flying Group, immediately form a joint formation with the bomber group at an altitude of 6,000, targeting Tongliao." At this time, the regimental commander's order was clearly conveyed to everyone's ears from the headset.
Since humans evolved from cold weapons to hot weapons, the cold weather does not seem to be the decisive factor that prevents people from killing each other. The rumbling sound of cannons seems to prove that the violence hidden in human genes will never be for any reason.
And stop.
The Kwantung Army, under the command of Hideki Tojo, was rushing towards the 41st Army's position in a frantic manner. The stiffened corpses of their comrades on the ground did not stop them from attacking.
Under the supervision of the officers, wave after wave of soldiers rushed forward as if they were tireless and fearless of death, until they occupied the opposite position or turned into stiff corpses not far from them.
"Kick-kick-kick-kick"
The terrifying and dense firepower of mg42 is like an unparalleled broom, tearing into pieces all creatures that dare to approach within 500 meters in front of it. The severe cold of more than 20 degrees below zero cannot be an obstacle to their power at all.
, on the contrary, the barrel replacement speed of this excellent machine gun is greatly extended.
Zhao Quanyou, who was on the front line, couldn't remember how many times his position had repelled Japanese charges. Anyway, the bodies of the Japanese soldiers who were killed in front of the position were so densely packed that no one could count them clearly.
"Quickly, the machine guns will increase their firepower and the mortars will aim at the Japanese grenades and machine gun positions. Hit me hard." Zhao Quanyou, who was walking back and forth on the position, kept cheering up the soldiers and hit them several times.
Zhao Quanyou, who has almost become a proficient in fighting for many years, knows that what is being compared at this time is the morale, courage and perseverance of the soldiers. In this life-and-death battle, if anyone is soft-handed or wavered, the consequences will be catastrophic.
"Barracks, the devil's little potatoes are here," a shout reached Zhao Quanyou's ears.
Zhao Quanyou took a closer look, and it turned out that the Kwantung Army's unique Beiman-type Type 95 light tank was slowly driving over from the front. The Type 94 37mm tank gun on the vehicle was constantly bombarding me.
In the army's position, two Type 97 heavy machine guns were also constantly raining bullets on their own position.
"Bah, I don't want to show off my power, how dare you, a little kid, come here to join in the fun." Zhao Quan signaled, and the six 37-type anti-aircraft guns hidden next to him immediately began to prepare to clear out the few little chicks in front of them.
Before the commander of the war defense artillery said the words, he saw the Japanese tanks in front of him emitting bursts of black smoke like open beer, and then several more tanks were overturned.
The turret was overturned and parts were scattered everywhere.
"Damn, who disobeyed the order and fired indiscriminately?" Just as the artillery commander looked around in anger, four Stukas passed over everyone's heads at low altitude and then pointed up at the sky, leaving only a few on the ground.
A burning tank and the sharp siren that just reached everyone's ears.
Then, like a chain reaction, more and more planes appeared in the sky. Planes were constantly breaking away from the formation, flying down from high altitudes, and roaring towards the ground to launch attacks. Bombs fell from the sky one after another, destroying the sky like waves.
The momentum of the army's offensive was curbed.
"Boom boom"
A dozen 50-kilogram aerial bombs in a row fell more than 200 meters away from Lieutenant General Tamura Yoshitomi, the commander of the 149th Division, the current commander of the Japanese army's position, killing the Japanese army who was preparing to launch an attack.
The brigade was knocked upside down by the explosion. When the smoke cleared, there were only less than 300 soldiers left in one brigade of the Japanese army.
Lieutenant General Tamura Yoshitomi saw that the offensive wing was in chaos and quickly adjusted his deployment: "Baga, quickly order the 211th Wing to retreat, let the 212th Wing go up, and maintain strong pressure.
We must not let the Chinese take a breath to adjust their firepower. Tell the 212th Wing to move quickly and the anti-aircraft guns to fire in the air quickly."
"Hi"
After receiving the order, the 212th Regiment of the Japanese Army took over from the 211th Regiment and began to attack again. Seeing that the Japanese troops on the ground were not afraid of their own bombs and wanted to charge, the enraged bombers in the sky immediately attacked again.
More than ten Stukas rushed down from high altitudes. The screaming sirens seemed to represent the anger in the hearts of the pilots. High-explosive submunitions also fell from the wings.