Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated Chapter 456

May 22, 1942, Luoyang.

As the saying goes, if a soldier is raging, a general will be raging.

Since the end of the Battle of Zhongtiao Mountain, the former commander-in-chief of the First War Zone of Guo Prefecture was ruthlessly dismissed by Shancheng Baldou due to many problems such as the failure of a large-scale battle and his personal ideological stance.

An army cannot be without a commander for a day.

The new commander who replaced him was, of course, Air General JDW, who was proficient in eating, drinking, prostitution, and gambling. He always had a private urologist by his side.

With the appointment of this Five Tiger General, the First Preserved Fruit War Zone, which had been fighting with the Japanese Twelfth Army, completely entered a hopeless state of banditry.

In the city, the first theater headquarters.

"Three days! We've been fighting in northern Henan for three whole **** days, and your intelligence department hasn't collected even a single bit of useful military information!"

"A bunch of trash waiting to die, is it possible that all the activity funds I allocate to the three departments every quarter are spent on women's bellies? If the thirteen counties in northern Henan fall into the hands of the Eighth Route Army, how should I report to them? Explain to Shancheng!"

“Get out of here, get out of here! If there is no confirmation before dark, one of you will be waiting to be shot!”

　　The air general's bad mood seemed to have eased a little as he outputted a series of extremely pregnant southern dialects to his subordinates.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. When he saw the group of staff gathered in the corner of the war conference room, each pretending to be busy, he immediately became disapproving.

“Fuck, what are you doing?”

"Now is a troubled time. As the first theater staff group, don't you need to analyze the battlefield situation and make suggestions for the country? I will only say it once, start working quickly!"

If you want to use one word to simply summarize the command system of the first theater, it must be the word "chaos".

The above summary is not an embarrassing statement that denies someone's innocence.

After all, the Japanese 35th Division, as the enemy, and the theoretical friendly Fifth Theater Division, have all given almost unanimous evaluations.

This kind of conclusion must be full of gold.

There is no way, the top management of Guogui is basically rotten.

Staff staff of headquarters at all levels are not trained on a daily basis, and all operations are left to chance and are unprepared. When it comes to war, it's not like you have a black eye.

The grassroots are willing to kill the enemy, but the troops at all levels are seriously short of staff officers with professional backgrounds, and they can only end up with a tragic end without being able to recover.

In such dire circumstances, it is considered a military miracle to be able to set up a grassroots team.

Facing the confused faces of his subordinates, the flying general suppressed his inner anger. He strode to his chief of staff, and then said in a stern tone:

“The Eighth Route Army's standard equipment includes aircraft, artillery and tanks, as well as infantry with outstanding combat capabilities. The Japanese have only one division and two brigade-level troops, and there is a high probability that they will not be able to stop their attack.”

“Let me move!”

"Before dark, I need you to work out a detailed racing plan based on the assumption that the Japanese army will be defeated. If we can regain the lost ground without spending a single soldier, people across the country will look at our first theater with admiration!"

After receiving the order from their superiors, the frightened staff officers immediately took action.

but! Since there was not even the most basic military sandbox and enemy-friendly situation map in the combat conference room, they had to start from scratch, and the progress was naturally astonishingly slow.

Facing the absurd scene, the flying general could only clenched his fists with red eyes, and his chest kept rising and falling with the heavy breaths coming out of his mouth. Anyone could see that this was a sign of anger.

Just when JDW was about to start spraying, there was a sudden burst of noisy footsteps outside the house, forcibly interrupting his forward swing of casting.

After a while, a middle-aged man wearing the uniform of a preserved fruit general walked into the combat conference room of the First Theater Command.

Behind him, there was also a large group of Central Army soldiers from Wuyangyang.

The enemy was extremely jealous when they met. After seeing clearly who was coming, the flying general immediately stopped scolding his subordinates, and then greeted him in a sinister tone:

“Hey, isn't this our busy businessman? What brought you here from the border areas of the four provinces of Shandong, Suzhou, Anhui and Henan? Sit down quickly.”

"What are the instructions from our deputy commander today? With such a large number of troops mobilized, could it be that there is some important matter in the mountain city?" The current No. 1 Preserved Fruit War Zone is a magical place no matter how you look at it.

The commander-in-chief, the flying general, is essentially a polished commander. The deputy commander TEB not only has "powerful" direct troops, but also an independent territory rich in resources.

Such a strange situation, coupled with the fine tradition of preserved fruit, the two must have beaten the human brain into a dog brain.

In order to gain a foothold, the former could only continue to attract miscellaneous troops, including several armies of the Sichuan Army and the Northwest Army into its own camp, and at the same time incorporated a large number of bandits.

In order to become the king of the Central Plains, the latter spent unlimited amounts of money to bribe officials at all levels, making the entire war zone a mess.

It was under this premise that 1+1=-∞ that the first preserved fruit theater in the original timeline staged a rout that shocked the world on the eve of victory.

As for the meaning of Tang Da merchant?

Nothing else, that's the literal meaning.

While leading the troops and being beaten, this guy used his power to **** blood wantonly in his own territory, and in just one year he established a business empire that spanned many industries.

According to the records on the Holy Iron Wall, in 1941 alone, the Tang merchants earned 100 million French currency.

There's no way around it. Who knows that making money is the most popular elective course in Huangpu? None of the current senior executives of preserved fruit are top-notch experts in this field.

Facing the ridicule of his colleagues, businessman Tang just showed a sarcastic smile, not caring at all about the softness in the other person's words.

In his opinion, the flying general is just a loser who has competed with him for power. Rather than having a verbal dispute, it is completely an act of self-degradation.

“Hey, Brother Ming, it seems that your intelligence capabilities are still so backward.”

"As early as thirteen hours ago, the Japanese troops in northern Henan had cut off their arms to survive and completed the rendezvous with the 35th Division in Kaifeng. Counting the time, the Japanese troops are almost out of the province."

“As for horse racing? I advise you to put away your naive ideas. The Eighth Route Army now has armored units, and no matter how fast the horses are, they cannot be as fast as the speeding light tanks.”

As soon as these words came out, the flying general's face suddenly became extremely ugly. Being slapped in the face by a competitor is even more uncomfortable than quitting **** and gambling.

Fortunately, he was thick-skinned and it only took him a few seconds to adjust his mood.

The other party took the initiative to visit us and disclosed first-hand information straight to the point, which means there must be a certain degree of intention to cooperate. With the idea of not taking advantage of the bastard, he took the initiative and said:

“Brother Keqin, you and I have known each other for a long time, and we have been serving the country together in a war zone. If you have any questions, you might as well speak more clearly.”

As expected, the flying general's direct advance produced the desired effect.

Shang Da Tang waved his hand and signaled all the people in the war meeting room to leave. When there were only two people left in the room, he sat directly on the Taishi chair and said:

"Brother Ming, we have to admit that the Eighth Route Army has developed rapidly in the past two years. In a sense, the other party has vaguely gained the strongest momentum in the Republic of China."

“However, maintaining a huge army requires an astronomical amount of food, and they will inevitably face a food shortage problem.”

“After all, Jin Province is also a disaster-stricken area, and the grain output of Suiyuan can only barely feed the people of this province. Therefore, even if the bandits occupy half of Henan Province, they will not be able to hold on for long.”

“What we need to do is to speed up the collapse process for the other party.”

To make his words more convincing, Mr. Tang took out the investigation documents of the Provincial Security Commander.

The report clearly states in black and white that the province's wheat harvest this year is at most only 30% of previous years. This disaster cannot be saved by the province alone.

Having said this, the flying general still doesn't understand the profound meaning of his colleague's words.

It is nothing more than spreading rumors to the victims, causing endless people to pour into the areas controlled by the Eighth Route Army and eat up the few grain reserves of the other side.

Although this trick is very clumsy, it is indeed effective. Who makes the bandit army shout about loving the people like sons every day?

Well, the commander-in-chief is providing assistance in the open, while the deputy commander is secretly sending "guerrillas" to carry out sabotage. After the incident, the score was divided into 50 and 50, which is very reasonable!

After thinking about it, the flying general rubbed his chin and added in a sinister and sinister tone:

“The harvesting time of winter wheat is from late June to early July. With the influx of a large number of refugees, the other side will definitely not be able to balance maintaining order and summer harvest.”

“In this way, the Eighth Route Army will be defeated without attacking.”

“Yes, brother Keqin's clever plan kills two birds with one stone. It's really Jia Xu who is still alive. Okay. I'll make arrangements now.” (End of this chapter)

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