Mid-September.

A week after Mitsumasa Yonechi came to power again as prime minister.

Chengde.

The edge of the position outside the city.

"Finally retreated."

A devil captain with a katana in his hand stood on a machine-gun bunker and looked out.

"yes, it's finally time to retreat."

Next to him, there were five devil captains in the same pose.

A katana stands with a pestle and looks out.

In their field of vision, there were wide anti-tank trenches one after another.

The trench was more than five meters wide and four meters deep, like a ditch that stretched to the end of the position, and it was absolutely impossible to cross the trench of such width and depth with the performance of the No. 4 tank.

But with such a standard trench, as well as the length of the surrounding position, the difficulty of excavation can be imagined.

The soil around Chengde is hard, digging is difficult, the little devils don't have any construction machinery, and there are not many laborers around Chengde who can be recruited, so they can only do it themselves.

Oh, by the way, there is also a lack of tools, because the locust army is expanding too much, and the military industry gives priority to the production of guns and ammunition, so that the military shovel has not been able to meet the needs of the troops.

During the construction period, it also faced constant shelling, bombardment, and continuous tank attacks to destroy the position.

And!

The wide anti-tank trenches in front of you were not one, but four in a row, each with hundreds of meters between them, and in between there were infantry trenches, anti-aircraft artillery positions, and communication trenches.

And that's just the first level.

One can imagine how much the little devils paid for digging these trenches.

It stands to reason that little devils don't have to work so hard.

The spear and shield are mutual.

It has been decades since the appearance of tanks, and the army has studied tanks very thoroughly.

Anti-tank trenches were the first means of inventing and blocking tanks.

Because of the size of the tank, it was difficult to excavate anti-tank trenches, so later the technology changed, and anti-tank horses and anti-tank piles began to appear.

While the latter two are not bad, the amount of work is reduced several times compared with the former, and the construction is simple and fast.

However, the only trouble is that the material requirements of the latter two are relatively complicated, and both anti-tank and anti-tank piles need to consume a certain amount of steel and cement.

In fact, at the beginning, the Chengde little devil built anti-tank horses and anti-tank piles.

The little devil is not stupid, and he will not let go of the simple thing and ask for trouble.

And after all, the Kwantung Army is backed by an industrial base that has been built for more than ten years, although under the disaster of Hideki Tojo, a complete industrial system has not been formed here, and it still needs to be made up for locally, but the supply of materials is also much better than that of other devils, so that it will not be impossible to get a little reinforced concrete.

However, actual combat has proved time and time again that in the face of a fierce enemy, anti-tank bases and anti-tank piles are really not good, and they are far less reliable than anti-tank trenches.

Before each enemy attack, the dense rain of shells that fall can easily destroy the anti-tank base horses and anti-tank piles, and without the positions that can resist the tanks, the defense line is pierced by the tanks in a barrel.

Not to mention heavy aerial bombs, as well as 12-inch guns.

After paying a heavy price, the devil returned to the beginning, regained his original intention, and began to dig anti-tank trenches on a large scale, and even dug three or four ways, after all, one really can't be stopped.

But even so, the defenders of Tran De, who lacked the means to destroy tanks, were still pierced by barrels again and again, and even if there were four anti-tank trenches, they only delayed a little time for the defending troops and reduced some casualties.

The enemy's bulldozer tanks, heavy artillery can still destroy anti-tank trenches, it is nothing more than a little more time.

It can be said that the memory of the Chengde defenders is either digging trenches, or on the way to digging trenches, and every time the enemy retreats, the trenches need to be repaired on a large scale, and the memories are full of blood and tears.

As a result, they suddenly had to retreat at this time, and the six devil captains were a little reluctant, and even a little panicked.

Feeling lost about the future.

They had become accustomed to the mode of operation in front of them, accustomed to hiding behind four deep anti-tank trenches to resist the enemy's tank group attack, and for a while it was difficult to imagine in their hearts how the locust army would have stopped the enemy's attack without these positions that they had worked so hard to dig day and night.

Positional?

Even the reinforced concrete position in Taiyuan, which is three meters thick, is easily penetrated by the enemy, and the locust army of more than a dozen divisions in Chengde is also coming and leaving as soon as the enemy wants.

What about this war?

However, these six devil captains will soon have no need to worry about the future.

Just when these six devils were holding their katana swords and looking sad, suddenly.

Boom...

An explosion erupted around them, and when the smoke cleared, only five deep craters and debris of the group leader were faintly visible.

"What's going on?"

This movement attracted the attention of the commander of the Devil Division.

"The front-line positions were shelled, and six inspected captains were hit by shells."

Go check the devil answered.

"Yaga."

The commander of the devil division immediately scolded.

He repeatedly forbade it, forbidding casual going to positions during the day, but there were always people who did not listen. Now that he is about to retreat, he has made this moth, and now there is a shortage of officers, and he is very distressed by the six captains of the jade jade at once.

"Division commander, judging from the craters, this time the enemy used a new type of artillery, which is far more powerful than the 125 heavy artillery, but it is less than 12 inches, and it is expected to be eight inches."

The devil who reported was a staff officer, he said.

"It's none of our business."

If it was before, the commander of the devil division would still be like a big enemy, and the eight-inch artillery is a large-caliber heavy artillery for the army, which is enough to cause a lot of trouble, but now, the locust army is going to retreat.

The large army has actually retreated, and their division is behind the palace.

·····

Opposite Chengde.

Artillery positions.

"Hit."

Hearing the news from the front-line reconnaissance post, a soldier shouted in surprise next to the phone:

"With one hit, all six devils were killed."

"Okay."

The commander of the artillery company behind him also waved his hand fiercely, and then looked at the five new artillery pieces beside him, smiling happily.

Yes, five cars.

The tracked turf, the open gun mount, the semi-automatic loader, and the long thick barrel are the most famous army self-propelled guns of the post-war caliber - the M110 Type 203 howitzer.

After beheading Kanda Masashi at Noon, Grand Master Li also exchanged this thing.

The aluminum body makes even if it is equipped with a 203 caliber heavy gun, it weighs only 28 tons, which is only a little heavier than the No. 4 tank, and the diesel engine it is equipped with is more than 400 horsepower, which is more advanced than the No. 4 tank with a strengthened system.

It also comes with a more advanced sighting system.

Grand Master Li planned to equip the troops generally.

Considering that it is new equipment, first test the equipment of the Chengde troops.

"Company commander, you say, the devil has retreated, why don't we attack?"

Someone suddenly asked.

"I don't know."

The company commander rolled his eyes.

He's just a company commander, and he's an artillery company commander, what can he know about this?

However, looking at the self-propelled guns around him, combined with what he had seen and heard in the recent battles, he was also puzzled in his heart, with the current situation of the troops, it would be a big victory to catch up.

·····

"The devil ran away, why don't we chase it?"

The same doubts also exist in Ding Wei's command room.

A group of new staff officers were puzzled, why not pursue? The devils left their positions and fled to the rear, and if the armored forces pursued in groups, they could eat at least five divisions.

"Why not pursue."

Ding Wei repeated the question with a smile, but did not explain.

Of course, he knew that the pursuit now would definitely be a feast, but after swallowing the Devil Southern Army, coupled with the fragmentary annihilation, and the Zhurong plan, the number of factories was actually enough.

Theoretically, it is enough to build an industrial base of a certain scale, with a steel output of 15 million tons alone.

And that's still now.

Even if there are masters, it is expected that these factories will take ten years to complete the digestion, no way, there is too little talent in China.

You know, there are only two steel plants in operation now, with an output of three million tons.

Therefore, it is better to let Chengde and these devils elite to facilitate Ito's plan, since it has been decided to use the devil as a gunman, then, you have to leave a little strength for the devil.

Polar bears are not so easy to hunt.

Even a weak polar bear.

"yes, why don't you chase it?"

Some staff officers did not give up and continued to ask.

"You'll know when the time comes."

Ding Wei still didn't say.

"Or."

Then, his tone changed, and he was mysterious:

"You can use your heads and guess why we don't do it."

There was a sudden silence in the staff headquarters, and everyone was thinking, why didn't the troops attack?

······

With a buzz.

Downing street.

Qiu Fat Man was in the office, smoking a cigar and frowning.

On his desk, at this time, there was a piece of information, which was shared by allies in the north, and it was a photograph that contained a combat document, the Flying Lion Project.

A revamp of the Sea Lion Project.

Flatten the British Isles.

With the scale of 100,000 bomber sorties, 3 million tons of bombs bombed the Empire.

Although that mustache has always had an unreliable mouth, and what he said was worse than fart, blowing up the Empire, Qiu Fatzi had heard it I don't know how many times, and now the British Empire is not alive and well?

Thousands of planes and tanks can be produced every month!

A moisturizing horse.

But now it's different from the past, it used to be a mustache, but now, the mustache has this strength.

They had just bombed the United States, and they had dropped 10,000 tons of bombs on the United States from a distance of more than 6,000 kilometers, and the Germans were only a few hundred kilometers away from the United States.

That kind of terrifying huge bomber with six engines, a single bomb of twenty or thirty tons is definitely not a problem.

Three million tons.

The British Empire is afraid that it will have to be blown up.

Qiu Fatzi shook his fat all over his body, and hurriedly called the commander of the air force to plan to strengthen air defense.

Fortunately, the British Empire is not the same as it used to be, on the mainland, there are not many others, there are really many planes, and the Germans will shoot down as many planes as they come.

It's just that Qiu Fatzi didn't wait for his air force commander, but waited for a secretary.

"President, the latest intelligence, the guys in the north were bombed by the Germans, and the Germans dispatched more than seven hundred bombers to bomb the industrial region of Ulral, the Caucasus oil fields, etc."

"The bombardment continues."

After receiving the information handed over by the secretary, Qiu Fatzi only glanced at it and his face suddenly changed.

Although the polar bear was bombed, it stands to reason that he should be happy in a hurry, just like the Yankees were bombed, in fact, Qiu Fatzi was very happy in his heart, he had been watching that cripple unhappy for a long time.

But here's the thing.

The situation is very bad right now.

The beard seems to have eased up, chasing the mustache for more than a year, but it is actually very dangerous, it is very tight and tight, it has reached the limit, and once the pressure is too much, it will collapse completely.

Without a beard, a mustache can pull out millions of troops.

For the Western Front, it was an absolute disaster.

The cripple may be fine, it's a big deal to run back to America, but he can't, he and the mustache are too close, and the two sides are mortal enemies.

Either the mustache died, or he Qiu Fat died.

At this time, the bearded man's hometown was blown up by the mustache, and judging from the intelligence, this wave of bombing, the bearded man suffered serious losses, and the oil fields and many factories suffered heavy losses.

To make matters more troublesome, the bombing continues.

"Pick me up, Mr. President."

Qiu Fatzi couldn't care about the local air defense, and hurriedly wanted to talk to the lame man.

It is necessary to immediately increase the aid to the bearded.

If the beard is gone, he's afraid he'll be gone.

At this moment, Qiu Fatzi hoped that it was himself who was bombed.

With the current situation in the mainland of the Belt Empire, even if the mustache wants to bomb, he will inevitably pay a heavy price, and under the harassment of the air force, the accuracy of the bombing will be very poor.

But bearded, weak air forces, especially native air defense, basically none.

The mustache bomber was literally in a no-man's land.

·····

The other side.

Mosco.

Which palace in the center of the red square.

"You didn't mean that."

The bearded voice was eerie, as if it were blowing from hell:

"Are they going to bomb Britain?"

Snap, then, a pipe flew down from the table, slammed into Mr. Pei's cheek, and then fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Mr. Bei lowered his head deeply, his whole body couldn't help trembling, his mouth moved, but he couldn't say a word.

He didn't know what to say, and he didn't know what to say.

There was a deathly silence in the palace.

The rest of the people around also lowered their heads and did not dare to speak.

Everyone knows one thing, Mr. Bei is finished, no one can save him from such a serious mistake, among them, the vast majority of people are thinking about one thing, how should they get their hands on the things vacated after Mr. Bei stepped down.

The rest of the group is thinking about another question.

Whether Mr. Pei stepped down or was shot, this is a trivial matter, and there is no need to think about it.

The biggest problem is.

What now?

In just a few days of bombing, the production of tanks and artillery shells has been greatly affected, the railway line has also been seriously damaged, and the bombing of the mustache continues, and its own factories are still suffering.

The enemy's offensive was also visible to the naked eye.

What now?

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