Chapter 1392 I take care of them, who takes care of me?
I have experienced too many things, and some things have gradually been forgotten.
Things are happening every day, and a few people really don't know what Zhou Weiguo is referring to.
"We are in short supply of everything here, but we are never in short supply of people."
In one word, Hu Yong and others stopped saying anything, turned around and went out to make preparations.
A burst of shelling killed hundreds of people.
This made the face of Brigade Commander Matsumoto, who was in charge of command on the front line, shine.
That kind of thunderous noise really made him confused.
What kind of weapons did the opponent use?
"Find out for me what they are, quickly."
Matsumoto gave orders to the adjutants around him, and he would never attack until this thing was understood.
The Japanese scouts were very fast and actually found the gasoline barrel, but they did not dare to get close. They could only take a look at it from a distance and quickly went back to report.
Matsumoto became more and more surprised.
The muzzle of the cannon is as wide as an arm.
How big a cannon is this? No, who in the world today can make such a big cannon.
This is many times larger than a naval gun.
"You...you are kidding me." Matsumoto looked at the scout.
However, this scout has been following him for many years, so it is impossible for him to tell lies.
This... what kind of weapon is this.
Could it be that it was really a cannon manufactured by the Soviet Union? But the problem is that theoretically speaking, such a large-caliber artillery is simply... simply unbearable.
this……
It's better to report it to the superiors quickly. If we don't figure this out, attacking will only increase casualties.
The thick muzzle of the arm, what is this?
Okamura looked at the telegram sent by Matsumoto and almost dropped the teacup in his hand to the ground.
He had never heard of or seen such a powerful thing.
this……
He gestured with his hands and instantly felt that this was impossible.
How could there be such a powerful artillery?
If so, why is there no return from THT?
Gangcun turned to look at the chief of staff beside him; "Do you think there is such a possibility?"
The chief of staff shook his head slightly; "Theoretically, there is no such thing, but Matsumoto, it is impossible for him to tell lies."
Without telling lies, this shows that it exists.
If there is, then it must be destroyed. If it cannot be destroyed, the attack will be blocked, and the troops in the seventh area will encounter their threat.
No matter what, we must get Highland No. 9 back.
"Inform the aviation force to bomb it indiscriminately. Give it to me and blow it up."
No matter how powerful the artillery is, he will never be able to withstand the bombing.
The dark bombers once again arrived in the sky above Highland No. 9.
Bombs fell again and again, and the soil on the entire No. 9 Highland was blown up and became soft. When you step on it, your heels will sink into it.
The trenches were destroyed again and again and repaired again and again.
The gasoline barrels were blown away one by one, but soon, the gasoline barrels transported from the back were replenished to the front and reinstalled, waiting for the Japanese attack.
The munitions office is located in Sanya, two kilometers away from Highland No. 9. The supplies are placed in the woods. This is not the front line. Japanese bombers did not come to visit here.
Yamadajima and Ushijima set up a small table, prepared two side dishes, poured some liquor and drank while passing the time.
The buzzing sound made Yamadajima, who was holding the wine glass, raise his head and look over.
Japanese bombers are coming again.
"What wave is this?" Yamadajima asked in a daze, not remembering how many times the other party had come.
"Today, this is the fourth time." Ushijima turned to glance at Highland 9, "The damage up there must have been huge."
"Not big." Yamadajima drank the liquor in one gulp.
Seeing that Ushijima didn't believe it, he chuckled; "You don't know the secret service. The secret service has a special skill, which is to dig trenches. The trenches can go down more than one meter into the ground. No matter how powerful the aerial bomb is, he can't do it."
You can't drill into the soil to explode, so these bombs hit the sky, which means they blow up the surrounding soil. As for the others, they are of little use. They won't kill many people."
"Zhou Weiguo is indeed powerful." Ushijima admired him wholeheartedly.
Replace the new recruits and veterans so that the new recruits can become veterans during the bombing.
By changing back and forth like this, new recruits can quickly become veterans, which invisibly allows the special agent group to maintain its combat effectiveness.
Three thousand reserves, five thousand regular troops, and eight thousand troops. If this were in the local army, it might be an army.
Local troops with insufficient strength, such as the Sichuan Army, have a lot of troops at the corps level, with eight or nine thousand men. This also means that the Sichuan Army cannot stop them in certain defenses because they have so few people.
In addition to the Central Army, the other ones that pay special attention to the full strength of the troops are the Gui Army, which is actually an army of tens of thousands of people.
The Gui Army's ability to compete with the Central Army for many years without losing ground has a lot to do with their organization.
"I admire him. I admire him too. When I was in the military academy, I admired him. I also knew that he was pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. He obviously has the strongest ability, but he has been pretending to be so ignorant.
appearance."
Ushijima had heard about this.
At this moment, he picked up a piece of beef and narrowed his eyes; "No, I don't understand. If you knew it at the beginning, why didn't you say it? You are the son of the Deputy Minister of the Interior. Don't you have any idea of empire in your heart?"
Yamadajima chuckled and pointed to the military department: "I take care of him, who will take care of me? I have always been here, and I am a person who likes to do business, but my father never knows what I want, he just wants me to
I followed his path. I didn’t like being a soldier, but I still went to the sergeant academy. You know, it was murder, it was murder of everything I had.”
Yamadajima has hatred, but what can he do? His arms can't hold his thighs, so he can only follow the family's wishes.
Zhou Weiguo understood him and never said that he was worthless. On the contrary, he often took him to the black market.
I have a really good relationship with him.
Later, if my sister's damn old man hadn't died and my sister had stopped coming, I'm afraid he wouldn't have come either.
Fortunately, my sister was at Zhou Weiguo's place and I came over.
Although he still has not escaped the fate of wearing a military uniform, he can still do his own thing and is still a businessman. From the perspective of the world, he is now also an arms dealer.
"Have you ever had a dream about being murdered?" Yamadajima sighed and looked at Ushijima in front of him with burning eyes.
