Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated Chapter 455

May 21, 1942, the headquarters of the Japanese Twelfth Army in Quancheng.

Late at night, when everything should be completely silent, the Japanese command center located in the northwest of the city is still noisy.

Many intelligence staff officers with complex expressions frequently came and went between the brightly lit combat conference room and the communications room. To outsiders, this place looks like a high-speed machine.

but!

The busy atmosphere is just an illusion. In fact, the work efficiency of various important departments is extremely different. In a sense, Caotai team is a more appropriate adjective.

Finally, the person in charge couldn't stand it anymore.

Looking at the military sand table, one's own front line was constantly being encroached upon by the Eighth Route Army, as well as the subordinates in the room whose morale was low. The army commander Doqiao Yi, who had been upset for a long time, could no longer suppress his emotions.

The old devil slapped the table in front of him heavily, then stood up from the Taishi chair and roared angrily:

“Baga! How dignified are you!”

“A military-level headquarters has been turned into a mourning hall by you. Is this the character of the Japanese army?”

"Victory and defeat are commonplace in military affairs. Everyone, please calm down and do your job! Don't lose your mind just because of a defeat in a battle."

After the resentment in his heart gradually dissipated, Doqiao silently came to the center of the war conference room.

Through the military sandbox, it is not difficult to see that there are currently four troops belonging to the Eighth Route Army, working together to surround the Independent Mixed Eighth Brigade and the Manchu and Mongolian Youth League from the east, south, west and north.

In layman's terms, our military forces in northern Henan have become a ball of dumpling stuffing for anyone to manipulate.

When to eat it all depends on the mood of the person.

It is a foregone conclusion that he will be defeated and lose the gateway to Henan Province.

After a while, the old devil took a deep breath and seemed to have made a difficult decision in his heart.

“Pass my order to have the independent mixed Eighth Brigade use the Manchu and Mongolian Youth League as bait to withdraw to Kaifeng at all costs and join the main force of the 35th Division.”

“Then, let them integrate resources as quickly as possible to withdraw from Henan Province, and strategically transfer to Shandong Province along the Longhai Railway and Jinpu Railway.”

"Now we must not send our limited forces to a battlefield where we are bound to lose. We can only make a comeback in a few months by preserving our strength."

“Let the people of the Republic of China fight against the ruined Yu Province.”

As soon as these words came out, the Japanese staff officers in the war conference room all showed surprised expressions.

Especially Major General Etsujiro Kono, Chief of Staff of the Army, who even spoke directly in an attempt to dispel the impulsive thoughts of his parents as soon as possible.

Not to mention the shocking language of the order to suddenly abandon the occupied areas in Henan Province, the overstepping of command alone was a taboo.

With the idea of giving advice one by one, he said without hesitation:

“There is an old saying among Chinese people, which is that if you don't know the power of the three armies, you still have the same responsibility as the three armies.”

“Mr. Doqiao, my country's army adopts linear management. As long as the organization is complete and the chain of command is smooth, there should never be any skipping of command in combat troops.”

“Presumably, you don't want to be poked in the spine and end up with the same fate as the bald man with preserved fruit, and be used as a source of ridicule by everyone.”

The homely advice from his chief of staff really made Doqiao feel a little shaken for a while. Just like the bald man with preserved fruit, this was too dirty a curse.

However, the old devil completed his own strategy in an instant.

Now the Twelfth Army is encountering an emergency, and only special handling can attract the attention of subordinates. After all, grassroots soldiers have always had a tradition of overcoming superiors and had to guard against them.

After making up his mind, Tuqiao's eyes became firm again. He defied all opinions and declared again in an extremely domineering tone:

"Don't say anything more. I have made my decision. All you have to do is carry out my orders. You don't need to bear the consequences."

As if he had guessed that someone would be reluctant to part with the huge occupied area, the old Japanese tried his best to make his voice sound calmer, then spread his hands and began to explain patiently:

“I don't want to give up on Henan Province either. If the Twelfth Army has the financial resources of the Eleventh Army, then I will definitely fight to the end with the Eighth Route Army, but we don't have it!”

"How can it be possible to hold on with the strength of a division, an independent mixed brigade and some miscellaneous troops? Give me a few hundred 1941 Mercedes-Benz, and I might consider it."

"What's more, the above-mentioned order is also the intention of the General Staff Headquarters and Commander Okamura." "A few months later, our North China Front Army will join forces with the Eleventh Army, the Kwantung Army and the Navy's Red Deer to launch a special operation against the Eighth Route Army. By then, It's time for revenge.”

Shocked, greatly shocked.

It is understandable to unite the Kwantung Army and the Eleventh Army. After all, we are all on our own, and supporting each other is a reasonable operation. But what the **** is the navy that the Red Deers are so kind to help?

Compare goods and throw away goods, and people will die compared to each other.

Although all the Japs present expressed their resistance from the bottom of their hearts, they had to admit that the opponent's recent record was really unbelievable.

With the successful completion of the first phase of the southern operation, the Navy directly made a lot of money. All the Palembang Oilfields that I had dreamed of before were obtained, and it was really a moment of great glory.

In this situation, how could they allocate their energy to help the army?

Soon, Chief of Staff Etsujiro Kono stood up again and raised the questions in his mind.

“Your Majesty Commander, I don't understand why the General Staff Headquarters of the Rear Area has to cooperate with the Navy's Military Command. With the addition of the Kwantung Army and the Eleventh Army, our combat effectiveness on paper is completely sufficient.”

“That's a force of more than a dozen divisions. Who in the entire Republic of China dares to confront us head-on?”

“Letting the Navy get involved is definitely a unnecessary decision, and it makes our army seem to be lower than their navy.”

Hearing this, everyone in the war conference room nodded in unison. In their minds, unless it is necessary for special circumstances, cooperation with the Navy is really the same as eating shit.

Different from ordinary assistant officers and major generals, Dohashi, as the commander of the army, obviously knew a lot of inside information.

The old devil first silently selected some information that could be disclosed in his heart, and then continued to explain to his subordinates:

"On the contrary, the navy's participation in the war is actually a sign of inferiority to us. Because the other party needs the army in the next plan, they took the initiative to show their kindness and apply to participate in the counterattack."

"Besides, the Eighth Route Army carried out strategic bombing on my brother's country some time ago. Their failure to protect the homeland frightened His Majesty Tianlocust. The Red Deer are the sinners."

“Only by performing meritorious deeds and destroying the enemy's air force bases in coastal areas can they gain His Majesty's forgiveness.”

The so-called navy needs the army, which naturally concerns the goal of the next stage of the southward expansion plan: to occupy the Australian continent, China's largest counterattack base in the Pacific.

Different from the original world line, the IJN at this time has gone crazy at sea.

From Pearl Harbor to the Battle of the Coral Sea some time ago, the Combined Fleet has killed six aircraft carriers, including the coal ship Langley, Lexington, Saratoga, Raider, Indomitable, and Arena.

The number of battleships, cruisers, destroyers and other types of surface ships destroyed was countless.

It is these successive victories that make the ambitions of Benzi Navy more and more inflated. They are no longer satisfied with forcing peace with the ugly country, but have shown their astonishing appetite to all the major participating countries in the war.

I want to fight Midway, I want Australia, the Aleutian Islands in Alaska are great, and I also want San Francisco on the west coast.

If their troops were not limited, they would also like to start from the Indian Ocean and directly join forces with their allies Desan and Spaghetti in Africa or even the Mediterranean.

In view of the above ambitions, the Combined Fleet and the Naval Command reached a partial consensus and jointly formulated the MI operation to attack Midway Island, the FS operation to occupy Australia, and the AL operation to surprise the Aleutian Islands in Alaska.

As long as all three large-scale battles are successfully completed, the book can stage the plot of the Man in the High Castle in which the battleship Yamato crosses the Golden Gate Bridge.

Of course, the plan just mentioned is just the navy's wishful thinking.

This kind of Barbarossa on the sea with twice the distance is simply more arrogant than a certain 7+ coloring game and Azur Lane.

The Army just took one look and flatly refused on the grounds that it had no troops to send.

In order to convince his old enemy, and also to completely capture the ugly country that had exhausted its old strength and yet had no new strength, the Navy's Malu decisively proposed a combat plan to divide its forces to help the army counterattack North China after the Battle of Midway.

Kill the Eighth Route Army and you will be able to free up some of your troops. Presumably by then, you will no longer have any reason to refuse to send troops to the Australian mainland.

After listening to the inner story told by their commander, all the Japanese staff present looked at each other with surprise.

The reaction in the combat conference room at this moment was completely what Dohashi had expected. He clapped his hands to signal everyone to pay attention, and then said in a relaxed tone:

“Now you understand why we ordered the abandonment of Yu Province. It is just a wasteland suffering from famine. If it weren't for its extraordinary strategic significance, I wouldn't even want to counterattack in the future.”

“Next, our Twelfth Army will recuperate and prepare for the real landing of reinforcements. I guess we won't have to wait too long, maybe we can start the war in a month.”

“After all, the Ugly people only have four aircraft carriers left, while the Navy's Red Deer has ten. With such a huge disparity in strength, even if it's a pig in charge, I won't lose. The advantage lies with me!” (End of this chapter)

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