my bright sword career

Chapter 352 The Strongest Troop?
"Your Excellency, Commander, this is the battle report just sent by Zhongtiaoshan."

Chief of Operations Section Miyamoto Ichiro respectfully placed a stack of telegrams on the desk of Okamura Neiji, who was reviewing documents at his desk.

Neji Gangmura ignored it, but continued to review the documents, and did not stop until the review was completed.

He put the document on the upper right hand, picked up the telegram and looked through it, but the more he read it, the more ugly his face became, and finally he threw the telegram on the table heavily.

"More than 23 people from the four divisions fought for three days without making any progress. What are people like Amakasu Shigetaro, Miyazaki Shigeru, and Adachi [-] doing?"

Looking at Neiji Okamura with an angry face, Ichiro Miyamoto just lowered his head and dared not make a sound. He understood Neiji Okamura's mood.

The Battle of Zhongtiao Mountain was originally a game of chess carefully planned by Gangcun. As long as Zhongtiao Mountain is occupied, the Japanese army can not only cross the south, go down to Longhai, and invade the Central Plains; , to improve the public security situation in the occupied areas of North China.

As Okamura Ningji's first fire after he took office as the commander of the North China Front Army, the North China Front Army Command had high hopes for this battle, but it was a pity that this battle, which everyone had high hopes for, turned high and low.

In the first few days, all the troops went smoothly. The Kuomintang troops in Zhongtiaoshan almost fled at the first touch, but since Gao Hongming joined in, everything changed. Most of the cooked ducks flew away. Actually, relying on the inferior force, he firmly restrained his [-] troops in Zhongtiao Mountain to the area of ​​Qiuyang County.

That's all, two days ago, there was a scandal involving the annihilation of the Ninth Brigade.

"Three days...the imperial army lost more than 5000 people in just three days. If you add the loss of the Ninth Brigade a few days ago, it means that the imperial army has lost a whole army in Zhongtiao Mountain since the start of the war. There are more than 3000 people."

Looking at Neji Okamura's face like a pot bottom, Miyamoto Ichiro said in a trembling voice: "Your Excellency, calm down, the battle at Zhongtiao Mountain was going well at first, but the reason why it became like this is because Gao Hongming got involved. This can’t be entirely blamed on Amakasu, Miyazaki, and Adachi, the division commanders.”

Gangcun Ningci laughed angrily: "You mean, the reason why Zhongtiao Mountain is like this is God's will?"

Seeing Neiji Okamura's anger, Miyamoto Ichiro calmed down a bit, and persuaded him: "It is well known that the Rentai militia is difficult. Commander Toshi Tada, Commander Ishihara Kanji, and Commander Shinozuka Yoshio, Why did these heroes of the former empire return home sadly?
It is not surprising that the Zhongtiaoshan Battle was frustrated because of him. After all, the war is all about strength. Who made Gao Hongming the only person in China who has the strength to challenge the empire. "

"You actually defended Gao Hongming." Seeing Ichiro Miyamoto's unsurprising expression in Gao Hongming's hands, Ningji Okamura was in a bad mood, and was almost amused.

"Your Excellency, Commander, this is not an excuse for being humble, but a fact." Miyamoto Ichiro said solemnly: "The Liantai militia is different from all the Chinese armies. This army is not equipped, firepower, or fighting will like the general Chinese army. It is no exaggeration to call them the strongest army in China.”

"Is it the strongest army in China?"

Gangcun Ningci snorted coldly, originally wanted to refute, but he didn't know where to start when the words came to his lips.He was a haughty man, one of the traits of a man who disdained lying.

Since the establishment of the Liantai militia, it has never been defeated since the First Battle of Cangyunling. There are at least seven or eight Japanese generals who fell under his hands, and the number of Japanese soldiers who died in the hands of this army is no less than [-] to [-]. From this point of view, what Ichiro Miyamoto said seems to be fine.

"Miyamoto-san, what I want to ask now is how to deal with Gao Hongming, not to listen to you bragging about him."

Gangcun, who became more and more upset as he thought about it, stood up, and after walking a few steps, he asked again: "By the way, how is the Third Aviation Group doing now? Have they replenished the planes they lost?"

"not yet."

Miyamoto Ichiro shook his head: "I have already sent a telegram to the base camp to urge, but even if the planes and pilots replenished from the mainland sooner, it will take more than ten days to arrive."

"More than ten days, after more than ten days, the day lily will be cold."

Neiji Okamura stopped in his tracks, with a fierce look in his eyes: "You immediately tell Sugawara Michida that he must use all his strength, and the air supremacy of Mount Zhongjo must not fall into the hands of the Chinese!"

After finishing these words, Gangcun Ningji slammed his fist on the table, making a loud bang.

The hot rays of the sun illuminate the earth.

A huge transport plane is struggling to fly. Of the two engines on the wings, only one is still rotating. Holes the size of a baby's fist can be seen everywhere on the wings and fuselage of the transport plane. .

"One, two, three!" In the messy and bloody cabin, Pan Dingguo, wearing a cold-proof leather jacket, pressed hard on the chest of the navigator lying on the deck, and gave artificial respiration to his comrades.

"Wake up! Wake up for me!" Pan Dingguo, who was sweating profusely, roared loudly.The co-pilot who had been squatting beside him looked at his companion who was already bleeding from his lips, and felt his pulse with his hand.

"Officer Pan! Well, you've tried your best!"

"One, two, three...one, two, three..." The persuasion of his comrade-in-arms did not make Pan Dingguo give up his efforts, and his blood-stained hands still pressed his comrade's chest hard.

After doing it for several more minutes, Pan Dingguo, who couldn't hold on any longer, stopped his movements. The navigator, who had already died on the deck, was bleeding from his lips with his pressing.

Just half an hour ago, the transport fleet that had just completed the task of transporting troops was attacked by a Japanese plane. The transport plane they were on was attacked by four Zero fighters at the same time, and a 20mm cannon just hit the engine and cockpit nearby, resulting in the loss of one engine.

Pan Dingguo and the co-pilot were lucky to escape, but the navigator was not so lucky. A 7.7mm bullet entered his leg and hip and penetrated his abdominal cavity.

"I promised him that we would watch the little devil surrender together." Pan Dingguo, with blood-red hands, sat down against the cabin, murmuring weakly while holding his head.

Accompanied by the roar of the plane, the fleet began to appear over the Liantai Airport.

"Finally back!" Huang Huaimin, who was standing outside the command tower, finally let out a sigh of relief!

"One, two...fifteen, sixteen...24..." An officer in the command room of the tower tower held up a telescope to check the number of returning planes, from which one could see the shocking holes on the transport plane.

As the transport planes landed one after another, people standing on the lawn or at the end of the runway could clearly see the belly and wings of many transport planes full of bullet holes.

(End of this chapter)