Draw the sword and cure the fear of insufficient firepower

Inside the luxurious mansion in the southwest.

A middle-aged man in a gray bathrobe sat at his desk, listening to a report from one of his senior generals.

"Reporting to the commander, according to reliable intelligence, the Japanese's large-scale sweep of Jin Province has shown signs of decline."

"Under the fierce offensive of the Japanese, the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army had been losing ground, and there was even a scandal in which an entire division-level unit surrendered without a fight."

"But a few days ago, the First Military Division of the Eighth Route Army suddenly showed up and wiped out the Japanese's reinforced Eighth Mixed Brigade, totaling more than 10,000 people, in a short period of time."

"Moreover, our intelligence personnel have deciphered the Japanese telegram, saying that their Prince Ichikaku is also in the 8th Mixed Brigade, and his current life or death is unknown."

"The Japanese North China Front Army went crazy and sent a flying squadron and the 36th Division to rescue them. This flying squadron was also completely wiped out by the First Military Division of the Eighth Route Army."

"At present, the Eighth Route Army has sent the 129th Brigade of the 386th Division to join forces with the First Military Sub-district. It looks like they are going to attack the 36th Division of the Japanese."

The senior general observed his superior's expression while reporting.

The officer was seen holding his cane with both hands, closing his eyes and listening quietly, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and his originally calm face became cloudy and gloomy at last.

The senior general's heart sank when he saw this, but his report was not over yet and his superior had not expressed his opinion at this time, so he had no choice but to continue reporting.

"In addition, the Japanese pincer attack has failed because of the appearance of the First Military Division. The Shanxi-Suiyuan Army has sent eight divisions to support Rongcheng. If the Eighth Route Army and the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army join forces, the Japanese will surely be defeated."

After the senior general finished his report, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The commander's fingers kept tapping, and he remained silent for a long time. For a moment, an inexplicable pressure surged into the hearts of the senior generals. They could only lower their heads and wait for their commander's instructions.

"What is the First Military Division? How come I've never heard of it before? How many people do they have? How many weapons and equipment do they have? How could they completely wipe out an entire brigade and a squadron of the Japanese?"

"Ci Chen, our Central Army can't even fight this kind of battle, how can we rely on the Eighth Route Army? It's just a pipe dream. In the future, don't send this kind of unverified intelligence to my desk!"

The officer tapped the floor with his cane and slowly opened his eyes.

In fact, the superior also knew that the intelligence delivered to him had been verified countless times by his subordinates and could not be false. It was obvious, but he just couldn't accept this fact.

"Also, I know this Xian Gong Yi He. He is Licking Locust's uncle. Hasn't he been staying at the Japanese headquarters in Beiping? How could he appear on the battlefield in Fangcheng?!"

"Go tell the Eighth Route Army that this devil prince, dead or alive, must be sent to the Central Army. This prince is worth more than five divisions!"

The commander stared at the name of Ikkyu Ikkaku in the intelligence and said indifferently.

He wanted to make a big fuss about this devil prince, firstly to show the fighting power of the national army, and secondly to whitewash his image internationally.

After all, China has suffered too many defeats and lost too much territory at his hands, which has led to his poor reputation internationally.

As a result, even the United States' support for him began to slowly weaken.

This is a huge blow to power-hungry political mongers like the Chief.

"Yes...Yes! Sir! I will do it right away!"

"But this First Military Division does exist. It was just established not long ago and has not yet been noticed by our intelligence system."

"According to our intelligence, this unit should have about 13 to people, carrying a lot of heavy weapons, including tanks, and a lot of German equipment. These battle reports have been personally supervised and verified by my subordinates, and there is no false reporting..."

"This First Military Division of the Eighth Route Army, according to my subordinates' speculation, should be the small unit that destroyed the Fourth Brigade of the Japanese. You asked me to collect intelligence on this unit before, but found nothing."

"It's because their headquarters concealed the existence of this unit. They have always been a platoon-level unit to the outside world, so we haven't detected it."

The senior general looked up at his superior's expression and spoke in a deep voice.

"Oh? If that's the case..."

"Have they surpassed us in strength?!"

"I told you so! I told you so!"

“In order to fight against the outside world, we must first settle down at home!”

"We can't let them grow. Just a few years ago, they only had tens of thousands of people. Under my command, they were like dogs that had lost their homes, fleeing in panic. They were already at the end of their strength! Now they have more than 400,000 people, and they have this elite force!"

Whenever the officer talked about this topic, he would become furious and distressed, and would bang his cane hard on the floor.

This is also a topic that often makes the superiors break down.

The senior generals stood by and dared not say a word. Because of the problems in the Eighth Route Army, many high-ranking officers were killed by their superiors on the charge of "illegal communication".

So much so that in the Central Army, everyone was terrified when hearing the number "eight".

The officer then closed his eyes again and began to think about the pros and cons.

Now that the Japanese pincer attack has been crushed, defeat is only a matter of time.

This time, the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army repeatedly requested support from the Central Army, but the superiors ordered the troops not to move without authorization.

Unexpectedly, at this time the Eighth Route Army was so powerful that it rushed to the support of the Shanxi Suiyuan Army.

If their Central Army did not take any further action, then after this battle, the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army would be pushed to the side of the Eighth Route Army.

Whether it was the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army or the Eighth Route Army, the superiors did not want to see either of them become too powerful, let alone the two of them joining together in the future.

This will be very unfavorable for the superiors, and the central army's control over Shanxi Province will be weakened, and it may even be completely squeezed out of Shanxi Province.

The commander absolutely cannot accept this situation!

"Ci Chen, send a telegram to the Central Army of Shanxi Province. They have seen enough of the drama. Let them go to support the Shanxi Suiyuan Army."

"In addition, the Eighth Route Army will definitely support the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army and ask them to act smarter..."

"Especially this First Military Division, we must pay more attention to it!"

The commander thought for a long time, then stood up and spoke to the senior general who was standing respectfully beside him.

Especially the four words "pay more attention", which were almost said by the superior with gritting his teeth.

The senior generals felt the pressure from their superiors and understood what they meant.

Although he really wanted to advise his superiors that this was a time of national crisis, everyone should unite and face the outside world together.

But in the end, he didn't dare say it out loud. He could only agree, feeling deeply moved, and then walked out the door.