Anti-Japanese War: From Becoming Chu Yunfei to Rising

North China Joint Command, Operations Room.

The enormous model of Nanjing still stands in the center of the room.

The repeated simulations over the past few days have created an atmosphere of anxiety.

The ashtray was already overflowing with cigarette butts, but the road to victory was still shrouded in a thick fog.

Chu Yunfei slowly shifted his gaze from the sand table.

His main focus is not on this.

Regarding how to destroy the Japanese army's bacteriological warfare manufacturing plant.

He was basically a hands-off manager.

For Chu Yunfei, achieving a decisive victory in bacteriological warfare was virtually impossible.

His extreme anxiety stemmed from his desire to use the pretext of germ warfare to investigate internal corruption.

Chu Yunfei's current focus is on reorganizing the troops and considering corresponding military reforms to adapt to the upcoming battles.

And with Zhao Pengcheng's help, he exercised to recover his physical condition.

Based on the report from this meeting.

In the past few days, no one has been able to find a suitable solution.

We need to send more people and brainstorm ideas.

Besides Zhou Weiguo, Sun Xinpu was the only other unconventional fighter left in Jinling City.

Sun Xinpu studied the same major as Zhou Weiguo when he was studying in Germany, so they were from the same school.

Having studied special operations within cities, one should have some understanding of them.

In terms of specific tactical details, Chu Yunfei believed he was not as good as Sun Xinpu; professionals are better suited to do such professional things.

"Since the formulation of specific combat plans is currently being hindered, I will recall Sun Xinpu. He studied special operations in Germany, so you can hear his opinions."

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The next afternoon.

A series of firm, powerful footsteps rang out from outside the joint command post: "Reporting to the Chief of Staff! This humble servant, Sun Xinpu, is here to report for duty!"

Lin Wei nodded and stepped forward to greet him: "Xinpu is here, please come in."

Lin Wei held commanders who were graduates of the Whampoa Military Academy in high regard.

No excessive pleasantries.

He went straight to the point, giving him a brief overview of the dire situation in Nanjing and the difficulties they were currently facing.

First of all, the distance is too far, requiring crossing at least 650 kilometers of Japanese-occupied territory.

Infiltration operations naturally cannot involve carrying heavy weapons.

If a strong attack on the city fails to end the battle in a short time, and the military police arrive as reinforcements, all that awaits them is annihilation.

The most crucial point is that they couldn't think of any way to destroy the building.

The bombing accuracy is poor; based on the information currently available, it would require carpet bombing to destroy it.

This would cause a large number of civilian casualties, and should only be used as a last resort.

Lin Wei also knew that Chu Yunfei would never approve such a bombing plan.

Internal blasting requires a large amount of explosives.

They couldn't get that much explosives into Nanjing.

Sun Xinpu listened attentively, his gaze rapidly sweeping across the huge sand table.

After Lin Wei finished speaking, he remained silent for a moment before incisively pointing out the core of the problem.

"Comrades, as you discussed before," he walked to the sand table and gently tapped the flag representing "Fumin Hospital" with a baton, "any external attack would be futile. The most effective way to completely destroy this heavily guarded biological facility is to blow it up from the inside."

He paused, then changed the subject, calmly pointing out the fatal flaw in the plan: "However, according to the intelligence we have now, the facility covers a huge area and has a complex internal structure."

The amount of explosives required to completely destroy it would be astronomical.

"We simply have no way of carrying such a large quantity of explosives and infiltrating the heart of Nanjing undetected."

These words once again brought everyone back to the unsolvable predicament.

Lin Wei slowly said, "However, there is another possibility that we have overlooked."

"Perhaps such buildings don't need to be destroyed by bombs at all; they may very well have self-destruct mechanisms inside."

Sun Xinpu was taken aback, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Everyone was also pondering Lin Wei's logic.

Gong Jinxuan, the CCP representative at the joint command, asked, "Is it from a political and diplomatic perspective? I reckon the Japanese don't want their 'war crimes against humanity' to be known to the world?"

Lin Wei nodded, gave the representative a serious look, and was already somewhat wary: "That's the perspective you're considering."

He stepped forward and began to explain a bold conjecture he had come up with after much deliberation over the past few days: "Why would these Japanese launch such a heinous plan as 'divine punishment' when the battle situation was already turning against them?"

He asked himself and answered, "Because this is their last trump card in their attempt to turn the tide!"

"However, this trump card is also a double-edged sword!"

Lin Wei's voice became calm and powerful: "The Japanese must know that once we have a complete grasp of the evidence of their large-scale use of biological weapons and make it public, they will be able to overcome any obstacle."

Therefore, our American allies will have every reason to be determined to destroy their last hope at all costs!

"after all."

Lin Wei's lips curled into a cold smile: "Even if Nanjing were to be subjected to a full-scale strategic bombing, only Chinese and Japanese would die. To Washington, that would just be casualty figures in the newspapers."

"For us, for all 400 million people, this is a necessary sacrifice."

"Therefore, the Japanese are even more afraid than we are that the true secret of the Divine Punishment Plan will be completely exposed before they are fully prepared!"

"We assume that the Japanese military was prepared for the intelligence to be leaked, and even prepared for us to find out the location of the factory."

"Then they absolutely do not want the evidence from this bacteriological weapons production factory to fall into our hands intact!"

"Based on this, I deduce."

Lin Wei pointed with his finger in the direction representing the hospital: "The Japanese would definitely have a large number of troops guarding such an important production base, and it is very likely that there is a self-destruct device."

"Self-destruction?" Sun Xinpu was puzzled. "This is their key to executing the plan. Why would they destroy themselves?"

Lin Wei then added, "Based on our current information, the Japanese invaders had more than just this one biological weapons production base; this is merely the only one we are currently aware of."

Everyone present looked on with a look of sudden realization.

Xu Hu stroked his chin: "Assuming that a self-destruct device really exists, then the core objective of our operation has fundamentally changed!"

"We no longer need to carry large amounts of explosives; our mission has become to find and activate its self-destruct mechanism!"

"Let's put it another way."

Sun Xinpu's thinking became much clearer again: "Even if we can't find the 'self-destruct device,' we can shift our focus to another key point and burn all of its research data!"

"Bacteria can be cultured again."

"But the research documents and original data manuscripts that took them a lot of time and were obtained through countless inhumane human experiments, once burned, would be tantamount to severing the foundation for their continued research and improvement. This would also deal a devastating blow to their 'divine punishment' plan!"

This is a completely new approach.

With everyone's collective wisdom, the entire battle plan quickly became clear and feasible!
Based on this, Sun Xinpu then put forward his suggestion on the composition of the action team: "This operation is deep behind enemy lines, with a high risk of death. I suggest that the action team must be the elite of the elite."

"We need to draw the best and brightest from Captain Xu Hu's reconnaissance brigade."

He paused, then turned his gaze to Qu Yuebin, the representative of the Military Intelligence Bureau: "We also need another force, a special operations group drawn from among the brothers of the Military Intelligence Bureau who are familiar with the situation in Nanjing."

"After all, they are more familiar with the terrain of Nanjing and have a better understanding of the local mission environment."

"With their cooperation, the success rate of our operation will greatly increase!"

Professional people do professional things.

The Military Intelligence Bureau (MIB) was originally engaged in espionage work such as infiltration and assassination.

With their assistance, the results will naturally be twice as good.

"it is good."

Lin Wei immediately made the decision. Looking at Qu Yuebin and Xu Hu in front of him, he gave the final order in an unquestionable tone: "From now on, this matter will be fully handled by the two of you. Xu Hu, you will be responsible for the selection, training and command of personnel, while the Military Intelligence Bureau will be responsible for assisting the action team and providing corresponding intelligence support."

They ignored the questioning gaze of the CCP representative.

Lin Wei paused, then her tone became extremely solemn again: "Remember, we only have one chance."

Just as the sword of North China was being secretly honed and sharpened day by day in preparation for piercing the heart of Nanjing.

Thousands of miles away.

In the jungle along the India-Myanmar border, which is quite damp even in winter.

An invisible war is also being waged.

The string of "standoff" in the air had already been stretched to the brink of snapping.

The two sides facing off were the newly formed First Army Corps of the Dingnan Army, which had been established less than half a year ago, and the Second and Eighth Divisions of the British Indian Army.

Headquarters of the First Army Corps of the Dingnan Army.

Inside the makeshift bamboo and wood command post.

Qiu Qingquan was shirtless, wiping his bronze chest with a damp towel with a slightly agitated expression.

A combat staff officer strode in, his face ashen, and snapped to attention: "Commander!"

Qiu Qingquan tossed the towel into the wooden basin, splashing water everywhere, and asked without looking up, "Tell me! Is it those Indian bastards again, coming to cause trouble?"

"Yes, sir!" The staff officer's voice was laced with suppressed anger. "The brothers stationed at checkpoint number three on the east side of Imphal reported that this morning, another patrol of British Indian troops lingered in front of our outpost."

They not only whistled at our sentries, but also made extremely vulgar and insulting gestures!

"boom!"

Qiu Qingquan slammed his fist hard onto the marching map in front of him, making the pencil on it jump out of its sockets.

"Damn it."

His eyes instantly became bloodshot, like those of an enraged tiger.

Qiu Qingquan's shortcomings were just as numerous as his strengths in warfare.

He was hot-tempered and stubborn, but when it came to caring for his subordinates and upholding the dignity of his comrades, he was intolerant of any wrongdoing.

Qiu Qingquan believed that his soldiers could bleed and die fighting the Japanese invaders, their bodies wrapped in horsehide.

He had absolutely no objection!
But his soldiers must not be humiliated to his face by these British bullies who are just taking advantage of his power!
"Prepare the brush and ink!"

"Send a telegram to Commander Du first! Ask him what he thinks!"

As the supreme commander of the Dingnan Army, Du Yuming was his superior.

Both morally and logically, we should have consulted the authorities first.

The telegram was quickly drafted and sent, truthfully reporting the provocative actions at the border and requesting instructions on whether countermeasures could be taken.

Surprisingly, the response was extremely fast.

Less than an hour and a half later, the telegraph operator presented a new telegram.

Qiu Qingquan grabbed it, unfolded it, and his brows furrowed into a knot.

Du Yuming's reply was steady and meticulous, showing complete caution.

The telegram was brief and clear: "Wait and see. This matter is of great importance. I will immediately consult with Shancheng. Do not act on your own. If the Indian army continues to provoke, prepare for battle and fire shots to drive them away. Do not launch an attack."

"Fire warning shots to drive them away?"

Qiu Qingquan slammed the telegram on the table and let out a cold laugh, a laugh full of self-mockery and disdain.

"What does Commander Du take us for?"

"Are you swatting flies?"

"Fire two blank shots at them, and then just watch them continue to swagger around in front of us?"

Du Yuming's reply not only failed to extinguish Qiu Qingquan's anger, but instead seemed to pour hot oil on it!
"no!"

Qiu Qingquan roared, "For such a trivial matter, Commander Du has to report it up and down the chain of command. By the time those officials in Shancheng come to a conclusion, it will be too late. I'm going to take this straight to the top today!"

"Prepare more writing materials for me! Send them directly to the Chairman!"

The second telegram, sent with the highest level of urgency, "extremely urgent," bypassed the proper channels and was sent directly to the mountain city.

"Reporting to the Chairman. On the India-Burma border, the provocations against us by the British and Indians are becoming increasingly rampant, and their actions are becoming more and more outrageous. Today, they have even openly committed despicable acts in front of our outposts, which has seriously insulted the dignity of our soldiers and shaken the morale of our troops!"
The soldiers at the front are filled with fervor!
"I, Qiu Qingquan, humbly request Your Excellency's instructions: should we resolutely retaliate against such provocation?"

The telegram, sent with the highest level of urgency ("extremely urgent"), was sent to the mountain city.

The ensuing wait was long and agonizing.

The atmosphere inside the command post was as oppressive as the sky before a storm. Qiu Qingquan paced back and forth in the cramped space, like a wild beast trapped in a cage.

Finally, at dusk, the reply from the mountain city arrived.

When the telegraph operator handed the thin telegram to Qiu Qingquan, he practically snatched it from him.

however.

The contents of the telegram, however, were like a bucket of ice water poured over his head and down to his feet.

Chang Ruiyuan fell into his old habit of indecisiveness again.

The core message of the telegram is a word game that can be described as "political art".

"If their army attacks or their navy lands, we will designate a place to defend it firmly and await orders from the central government."

"At this time, one must be patient, steadfast, calm, and cautious."

"Zhongzheng"

Qiu Qingquan read this passage aloud three times.

He recognized each word individually, but when put together, they made him incredibly frustrated!

The attitude in this telegram was extremely ambiguous!
It seems to imply "waiting for an opportunity to act, without resisting for the time being," yet it also demands "holding firm and defending," indicating that resistance is not ruled out.

Should we fight or not?

To what extent should the resistance continue?
If things go wrong, who will take responsibility?
There are no answers to any of the key questions!

Clearly, Chang Ruiyuan had not made up his mind.

He passed all the pressure and difficult choices back to the commander at the front, Qiu Qingquan.

"Snapped!"

Qiu Qingquan crumpled the telegram into a ball and slammed it to the ground.

"Patience! Calm down! It's the same old routine again!"

Inside the command post, he roared like a trapped beast, utterly disregarding his trembling subordinates: "The old man! He's scared!"

His voice was filled with disappointment and resentment: "We dared to fight the Japanese Class A divisions head-on! Now, we have to swallow our anger and endure a bunch of colonial watchdogs?"

"What kind of logic is this!"

"He's afraid of offending the British! He's afraid of offending those high and mighty Western countries!"

Qiu Qingquan pointed to the vast land on the map that represented China, his eyes red: "This land was won back inch by inch with the blood of our soldiers! It was not won through forbearance and composure!"

"This is really unreasonable!"

Inside the entire command center, it seemed that only Qiu Qingquan's grumbling could be heard.

The subordinates all lowered their heads, not daring to utter a word.

They understood the legion commander's anger.

Because each of them harbors the same burning desire within them.

Those damned "friendly forces" of the British and Indian armies, those damned Indian bastards, they really deserve to die!
But they also knew that a military order was a military order.

Even if it was a military order that made them feel incredibly frustrated and humiliated.

Qiu Qingquan suddenly remembered Chu Yunfei, the chief consultant of the military training department: "No, I need to ask Chief Consultant Chu for his opinion; he's sure to have a different view..."

"Commander Chu is far away on the front lines in North China, and it's unlikely he can influence the decisions of the officials in the mountain city..."

"We'll try anything, even if it's a dead end. I refuse to believe the old man wouldn't consider Commander Chu's opinion." (End of Chapter)