Bright Sword: I am the old squad leader of the Northwest Shanxi Iron Triangle

Chapter 157

Everyone was talking and laughing as they quickly packed up their parachutes.

They spread the parachute on the ground, folded it quickly, put it into the parachute bag and gathered at the designated location.

Soon, a number of large trucks drove over.

"All personnel, please assemble immediately."

Not far away on the ground, several smoke bombs were emitting billowing green smoke.

The green leaves rose into the sky. The nearby paratroopers saw the smoke and knew that this was the gathering place, so they quickly gathered here.

Twenty minutes later, all the people gathered around more than 20 trucks.

Wei Dayong jumped onto the roof of a truck.

"Quickly count the number of people and see if anyone is injured or killed."

With the order given, slogans for assembly rang out.

The number of more than 1000 people was quickly counted, and everyone was safe and sound, with not even one slightly injured.

"Brothers, assemble. We are preparing for the second round of parachuting. I won't say any more nonsense.

Our brigade commander has already said that everything is difficult at the beginning.

Now that we have done this once, we will be familiar with it from now on."

After hearing this, everyone nodded.

For the next five days, everyone will dance at least 2 to 3 rounds every day.

All of them are capable of mastering skydiving.

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Japs, army headquarters.

The old devil Gangcun's face looked uglier than if he had eaten shit.

"Why didn't the fighters and bombers we sent out come back?" The old Japanese devil Gangcun glanced at the aviation brigade captain Sato Sakuragi.

Sato nodded and said, "Excuse me, General, the moment we sent out the fighters and bombers, we must have been spotted by the Chinese.

According to the information we received, the Chinese had set up an ambush in that airspace in advance.

After our bombers flew over, these Chinese fighters swooped down from the sky and caught us off guard. "

"General, you know that our planes are not flying fast when fully loaded with aerial bombs. So we are like fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others."

The old devil Gangcun slammed the table and pointed at Sato Sakuragi's head and shouted: "Sato, you idiot, the loss of these 500 bombers should be attributed to you, an idiot."

Before Sato Sakuragi could react, he was slapped hard on the face several times.

“…Hey…” Although Sato Sakuragi felt very aggrieved, the higher the rank, the more powerful he is.

It would be too easy for this old devil Gangcun to deal with me.

"We tried to retaliate against them, and we lost nearly a thousand planes.

These nearly a thousand aircraft were manufactured by the Empire at all costs.

If we do not take retaliatory measures against these Chinese, how can we be worthy of His Majesty the Emperor?"

"Sir, do you want us to launch another air strike on Taiyuan Airport?"

When the old Japanese soldier Gangcun heard this, he shook his head and said that even 500 bombers had not yet taken over the Taiyuan airport.

Not only that, they didn't even get close to Taiyuan Airport.

The Japanese devils only have a few fighter planes and bombers left. If they want to launch another large-scale air raid, they have to wait until the third batch of planes arrives.

At the rate they are losing planes, it is unclear when the third batch of planes will arrive.

"Your aviation brigade should not think about bombing Taiyuan Airport for the time being." Gangcun, the old devil, frowned and stared at the map without blinking.

"I never thought that this group of Eighth Route Army was so hateful that they took over the entire northwest of Shanxi." Gangcun, the old devil, knew that the Eighth Route Army was now at its peak.

All 100,000 soldiers of the First Army were annihilated.

Asking him to lead his men to attack the Eighth Route Army in northwestern Shanxi would simply be sending himself to death.

But if they don't take over northwest Shanxi, the Army Headquarters will never give up.

Although Gangcun, the old devil, was the first person in charge of the Army Headquarters, he did not dare to act rashly at this time.

"Sir, we must capture nearly half of them to teach the Eighth Route Army a lesson." A combat staff officer nearby stepped forward and said.

"Sir, there is a lot of coal in northwest Shanxi. If we lose northwest Shanxi, it means we lose the coal resources. This loss is too huge and His Majesty the Emperor will never agree to it."

After hearing this, the old devil Gangcun slammed the table and said, "The First Army has been completely annihilated. If we attack from the Henan direction, we will definitely be destroyed."

The old Japanese devil Gangcun was not exaggerating. To fight from Henan to northwest Shanxi, we have to cross the high Taihang Mountains.

Anyone who has been to Henan knows that the Taihang Mountains are very oppressive.

If you want to enter northwest Shanxi from Henan, you cannot go through Taihang Mountains and can only go around from the north.

But if we go around from the north, it will take at least one or two months to get there.

A large amount of food and supplies will be needed during these one or two months.

When these Japanese invaders arrive after a long expedition with their main force, Ling Yunzhi's team will just have to wait for them to tire themselves out.

The old devil Gangcun was also hesitating, and he didn't know what to do.

The most important thing is that this old devil doesn't want to act rashly. If he fails, he might lose his official position.

This old Japanese devil, Gangcun, has a selfish motive. Now the head of Mitsubishi Heavy Industries in Japan is the son of this old Japanese devil, Gangcun.

If Okamura falls, his son's position in Mitsubishi Heavy Industries will inevitably be lost.

And if the old devil Gangcun can stand firm, he will always be able to occupy a major position in the army headquarters.

If a plane is destroyed, it can be re-produced; if a tank is bombed, it can be re-produced.

As long as both father and son continue to stay in their current jobs, they will be able to make money continuously.

"Let's not discuss the attack on the Eighth Route Army in northwest Shanxi for now. The weather is getting colder now. If we attack rashly without careful consideration, the consequences will be disastrous."

After the old Japanese man Gangcun finished speaking, he waved at the crowd, signaling everyone to go down.

After all the people had gone down, the old Japanese soldier looked at the map again and picked up the phone: "Hey, let the signalman come in, I have something important to tell you."

Two minutes later, a communications soldier came in with a notebook.

"Record."

"Hey..."

"Send a telegram to Mitsubishi Heavy Industries Group."

The signalman wrote quickly with the pen in his hand.

"Our army headquarters has repeatedly mobilized troops and achieved phased results.

The army headquarters unanimously decided to expand the victory and transfer another 1000 aircraft and 500 tanks from the mainland.