Bright Sword: Construction starts from southeastern Shanxi

Bogomolov frowned, picked up the document handed to him by Zeng Jiwen again, and looked through it carefully.

He scanned the information on the document and soon noticed something unusual - five divisions of the Kwantung Army were gathering in the Fengtian area.

Seeing this, his brows furrowed even more tightly, and he looked up at Zeng Jiwen in confusion: "Zeng, what does this mean?"

Hearing this, Zeng Jiwen was speechless for a moment and sighed helplessly in his heart.

——Why is this old Russian so slow to react?!

But he couldn't get angry at the moment, so he had to patiently explain:

"Mr. Molov, the Japanese troops in Northeast China and Central China are being mobilized.

At the same time, the Japanese military supply bases in Shijiazhuang and Tianjin were also stockpiling large quantities of military supplies.

Can't you see the clues?"

When Bogomolov heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly and he tapped his fingers on the document.

After a moment, a look of realization appeared on his face: "Zeng, are you saying that the Japanese army in North China is preparing to attack you?"

However, he immediately frowned and shrugged, his tone filled with doubt:

"But even so, this has nothing to do with us, right?"

Hearing this, Zeng Jiwen's mouth twitched and he almost rolled his eyes.

——This old Russian is really a man who won’t give up until he sees the Yellow River and won’t cry until he sees the coffin!

He suppressed his helplessness and spoke with a heavier tone:

"Mr. Molov, how could there be no connection?"

He took a deep breath, sorted out his thoughts, and explained patiently:

"According to our intelligence, the strength and scale of the Japanese troops deployed this time are no less than those in the Battle of Wuhan that year.

A battle of this magnitude would be difficult for our Eighth Route Army to resist alone."

He paused, then slowly said:

“What if we can’t handle it?

After the Japanese army in North China has completely cleared the battlefield, where will their extra troops go?

After Zeng Jiwen finished speaking, he looked straight at Bogomolov with a meaningful look in his eyes.

Bogomolov was stunned for a moment, then he shuddered violently as if struck by thunder, and his face instantly darkened.

He immediately realized the seriousness of the problem - if the Eighth Route Army was really defeated.

With the Japanese army freed up, where else could those elite troops go? The answer is self-evident.

On the Western Front, the little mustache man had completely defeated the British and French forces, and the war in Europe came to a temporary end.

If the Japanese army on the eastern front has also solved the North China issue at this time, will they turn their guns around and join forces with De Lin to attack the north from the east and west?

Thinking of this terrible possibility, a cold sweat broke out on Bogomolov's forehead.

He tightly grasped the documents in his hand, his face looking somewhat grim.

After a moment, he looked up at Zeng Jiwen and said in a serious tone:

"You asked us for equipment just to prevent this from happening?"

Zeng Jiwen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Bogomolov finally reacted.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, but he quickly returned to his serious look and nodded: "That's right."

Bogomolov was silent for a moment, his expression changing constantly.

Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind, gritted his teeth and said:

“Zeng, I can decide to agree to your request, but you can’t go too far.

You have to understand that we are also currently preparing for war and it is impossible for us to provide a large amount of weapons and equipment."

Hearing this, Zeng Jiwen was secretly happy in his heart, but he remained calm on the surface.

He quickly waved his hand and said sincerely, "Don't worry, Mr. Molov, I don't need conventional weapons this time."

"Oh?" Bogomolov was startled, his brows raised slightly, and his tone was somewhat tentative. "Then what do you want?"

Zeng Jiwen's eyes narrowed, and he said in a serious tone:

"I need a lot of anti-aircraft weapons to prevent the Japanese air force from bombing us.

At the same time, we also need your air force support!"

Bogomolov narrowed his eyes slightly, pondered it carefully in his mind, and then he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.