Bright Sword: Construction starts from southeastern Shanxi

If it were just air defense weapons and air force support, then the problem wouldn't be that big of a deal.

Compared with the large-scale transportation of artillery, tanks and other heavy weapons, this type of support is much less stressful.

Moreover, this also has direct benefits for themselves - if they can consume a large number of Japanese troops in North China, it will be more difficult for the Japanese army to free up their hands to attack the north.

He nodded, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his tone was slightly teasing:

"Zeng, you're not trying to trick me again this time, are you?"

Zeng Jiwen was at a loss for words and quickly waved his hands:

"Mr. Molov, when did I ever fool you?

Isn't the information I gave you the truth?"

Bogomolov thought about it and realized that it was true.

If this information is true, then they cannot refuse support.

We must even take the initiative to increase our attention to the battlefield in North China, otherwise if the situation gets out of control, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Thinking of this, his expression gradually became serious, and he said in a deep voice:

"Zeng, you've been sitting on your hands until now. Did you anticipate this day?"

Zeng Jiwen nodded slightly and said seriously:

"That's right.

The reason I held off on launching a large-scale offensive was to prevent prematurely revealing our strength and potentially alerting the Japanese army."

"And now, the Japanese army has taken the initiative to mobilize troops on a large scale, which shows that they have made up their minds.

To completely resolve the North China issue,

This time, the scale of their investment is probably far greater than before.”

"That's why I need external support."

Bogomolov took a deep breath, and the doubts in his heart were completely dispelled.

He nodded slowly, looked at Zeng Jiwen firmly, and said solemnly:

"Zeng, for the sake of our friendship, I will report this to the country immediately and strive to give you my utmost support!"

However, he immediately changed the subject, staring at Zeng Jiwen with deep eyes, and said with a hint of probing:

"But there is one condition—our people must also enter your forces to gain firsthand knowledge of the battle situation."

Hearing this, Zeng Jiwen was slightly startled, and then he said in his heart:

"Sure enough, it's here..."

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, and he looked at Bogomolov calmly:

"Of course. We already have your instructors in our army."

Upon hearing this, Bogomolov smiled with satisfaction and nodded.

"Zeng, I will report the situation to the country immediately."

Hearing Bogomolov's words, Zeng Jiwen smiled slightly and nodded:

"Mr. Molov, I look forward to your good news."

After the two reached a consensus, Bogomolov did not delay any longer, hurriedly said goodbye to Zeng Jiwen, turned around and walked quickly towards his residence.

At this moment, he had no hesitation in his mind and had to pass the information back to the country as soon as possible to gain more support.

Standing in front of the commander's office, Zeng Jiwen watched Bogomolov's receding back, and a bright smile gradually appeared on his face.

——Things finally happened.

Just as he was immersed in this pride, a burst of hurried horse hooves sounds came from the far end of the road.

Soon, an officer in military uniform came galloping on horseback, his hooves raising dust from the ground.

The man who came had a tall and straight figure and a steady and sharp gaze. It was Wang Zhuo, the chief of staff of the North China Military Region.

He had just returned from inspecting subordinate troops. As soon as he entered the headquarters, he saw Zeng Jiwen standing at the door with a smug smile on his face.

Wang Zhuo's heart moved slightly, and he understood something in an instant. He pulled the reins of his horse, turned over and dismounted, walked forward, and said half-jokingly:

"Lao Zeng, have you reached an agreement?"

Zeng Jiwen put away his smile, put his hands behind his back, looked at Wang Zhuo meaningfully, and said slowly:

"This old Russian was finally fooled by me."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhuo smiled slightly, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"Fool?

I think you are not just fooling around."

Zeng Jiwen smiled slightly, with a gleam in his eyes.

"This time, we not only want to win, but we want to win beautifully!"