Spanning 15,000 kilometers.

Capture more than a dozen American war criminals.

The monk's voice fell, and all the special combat team members became excited.

Gear up.

Eager.

Unexpectedly, this mission was so exciting.

Those who are still in the special combat team are all absolute elites selected from the whole army, the elite of the elite.

Of course, compared with the special forces of later generations, there are still some gaps in some skills.

Foreign languages are not good yet, only simple communication sentences, proficient in airplanes, ships and other piloting skills are almost for this group of people, after all, this kind of talent has been lost to the air force or navy.

But tanks, cars, and so on are not at all difficult.

As for basic military skills such as shooting, it is not to say that they are all first-class levels, and they are not inferior at all, and in terms of physical fitness, there is no need to say much about the elites carefully selected from the seven-figure troops.

"When are you leaving?"

Someone couldn't wait to ask.

Across 15,000 kilometers to capture war criminals, this is the real special operation.

"Three hours later."

The monk looked at his watch:

"We'll go back and prepare our supplies, and we'll spend about fifteen days on the ship, sailing on remote routes, keeping the radio silent throughout..."

Hearing this, the group of veterans smiled one after another.

Thirteen days, in the ocean, remote routes, radio silence, it should be a lonely journey, but who are they, special squads, proficient in the skills of all arms of the sea, land, and air.

Skydiving, diving, motorboat driving.

On the road, it's okay to train for a snorkel, right? It's okay to practice motorboat driving, right? It's okay to hone your island landing tactics, right? It's okay to supplement with nutrition, right?

They know very well that the high-speed transport ship has a displacement of more than 15,000 tons, a concealed 125 naval gun, and four high-speed motor boats, and this time it will not carry much material, the activity space is very large, and the living space is very comfortable.

After looking around at the overjoyed team members, the corner of the monk's mouth hooked:

"During the voyage, there will be an organization to learn nautical knowledge, English, and come back to take an exam."

The smiles of the originally happy group of veterans suddenly disappeared.

"Meet in two hours."

Monk Wei is happier now.

Nautical knowledge, English, these two things, he is proficient in both levels, can sail and navigate, can directly communicate with foreigners in English, and read English books without barriers.

······

Far East.

A certain position.

"The taste of these two pots is really good."

A company commander leaned on the T33 (Li Yunlong's model of stitching monsters) tank, held a bottle of Erguotou in his hand and poured a mouthful, with a delicious aftertaste.

"Indeed."

The platoon commanders next to him, as well as the deputy company commander, stared at the bottle of two pots with blank eyes, and nodded in agreement.

"Haha, let's drink together."

Seeing this, the company commander took out a whole box of second-pot heads from the tank.

Different cultures, different eating habits, and different geographical environments have created different wines.

Vodka is made by distilling 95% high-purity alcohol with water, and then filtering it with activated carbon.

Turnips and cabbages have their own love.

Between wine, it is meaningless to distinguish one higher and lower.

Good and bad, it varies from person to person.

But at this time, the grain was not enough to fill the stomach, how could it be used to make wine? Prohibition was enforced by very strict standards, and only a very small number of high-level people could drink alcohol, and naturally, vodka was reduced or even disappeared.

However, in the base area, the grain is cheap, how much is needed, and the natural brewing industry is developed, and after a year of brewing, the production of liquor has skyrocketed.

With the negotiation of the second wave of business, the material channel between the two sides was opened, so a large number of "Erguotou" and "Chinese cigarettes" were used as gifts or gifts into the transported materials.

Stuff a little inside the cockpit of a tank, a little in the truck body, a little here, a little there.

I didn't buy it myself, I gave it to someone else. Don't be in vain. Naturally, not many people will care about this, whether it is a junior soldier or a high-ranking officer, they will let these things exist.

Naturally, these things began to appear in their pockets on a large scale.

By now, a month after the start of material transportation, these ordinary things have been spread all over East Asia and the Far East, after all, the troops here are all newly formed, and the officers are all new or marginal people, and it is easy to adapt to the environment and make changes.

These things are all free and can't be seen directly, but after being sold on the black market, what you get is real.

As for the eastern front, it has not yet penetrated, or very little, after all, it is strictly investigated there.

I haven't drunk the familiar vodka for a few years, and the taste has long been gone, although the second pot head is not used to it at first, but I feel good when I drink it, and then slowly, it becomes quite good.

Eventually, it was even generally seen in front-line troops.

"Hey, that's good."

A plate Hu poured a mouthful of two pots and opened the topic:

"I heard we're going to pause the attack?"

Although he is only a platoon commander, he is also a tank platoon commander, has a certain amount of knowledge, combat experience, and still has vision, and from the recent actions of the troops, he can judge that he is not ready to attack in the near future.

"Yes."

After a few glasses of wine, the company commander also opened the conversation:

"The little Japanese navy was completely annihilated, and then the little devils opposite us separated from their locusts, and they had a conflict, saying that they wanted to liberate Japan, so we..."

The company commander said something he knew.

Obviously, this company commander has a good background and has a good background relationship, and there are people behind him, otherwise a mere company commander, even if he is an armored soldier, would not have access to such comprehensive information.

"I see."

Everyone should be together.

Then, go ahead and toast.

They are a group of people who are addicted to alcohol, train every day in the army, and have not drunk for several years. As soon as the Eastern Front was completed, he was transferred to the Far East, and there were no recreational activities, and he had to train hard every day.

The regimental commander also found out about this scene.

But he didn't stop it, but let it go, and even drank it himself.

Although this was the front line, and the opposite bank was the position of the Japanese, the regiment commander was not worried.

According to intelligence analysis, the attention of the little devils has been in the country recently, coupled with the signals released by their own high-level leaders, it is impossible to attack them in a short time, or the probability is very small.

Even if the devil really took the wrong medicine and came to attack, he was not afraid.

They had strong positions, fierce firepower, and tank mobile units, although they were light tanks, but they were better equipped than the Japanese, who had attacked here two weeks earlier, but had failed miserably because of the lack of tanks and heavy firepower.

Moreover, his regiment, which has just been replenished with a company of new medium tanks, has no reason to be afraid of devils.

As for drinking.

Tearaf, who drank wine, was more heroic.

At this time.

Boom Boom Boom ·····

A fierce explosion suddenly sounded, and a group of tearers with two pot heads in their hands looked in the direction of the cannon.

"The little devil is attacking."

The head of the regiment also woke up suddenly:

"Prepare for battle."

As soon as the words fell, a fierce explosion rose in their position, and several unlucky soldiers were directly blown away, but the losses were all, this round of shelling was obviously long-range shelling, the accuracy was very poor, and most of them hit the mountains.

Boom Boom...

The shelling continues, and the shells continue to fall.

"Where did the little devil get so many shells?"

Getting into the tank, the regiment commander held half a bottle of Erguotou in one hand, and cursed in his heart.

Listening to the voice, it is estimated that there are a hundred guns, although it is not much for them, after all, he is an elite from the Eastern Front, and he has felt the salvo of thousands or even ten thousand guns, but is the little devil so rich?

"Report."

A communications soldier rushed quickly:

"The front line found enemy tank units, numbering thirty, suspected of new tanks, rushing towards our positions."

"Tanks?"

The regiment commander was instantly excited, so much so that he poured it down directly with a sip of wine, his face was red, and his tone was strong, and he didn't know if it was because of the wine or because of the devil's tank:

"Attack."

He wants to let the little devils know that tank battles.

It's not something like them that a little bean can play.

As for the new tank, perhaps because of alcohol, it was directly ignored and not taken seriously.

"That's it."

Half an hour later, the commanders of both sides saw each other's tanks several kilometers away.

The devil is very determined, the other party's information has long been clear, in addition to the light tank, a medium tank has been added recently, and the performance is not weaker than his own Type 4 tank.

But the other side is not settled.

"This is..."

A group of tankmen with the smell of alcohol in their mouths felt bad.

With the vicious eyes they have cultivated in rich tank battles, the tank in front of them is tall and very suitable for aiming, but it is completely different from the previous Xia Douding, and the barrel is seventy-five caliber at a glance, as for the weight.

About thirty tons.

Boom··

In front of a 45 anti-tank gun, fired a shell that accurately hit a devil tank, and then.

Nothing happened.

The tank continued to move forward without even a pause.

"Damn."

The regimental commander realized that the situation was not good.

Although the enemy has about the same number of tanks as him, he has obvious advantages in performance, all of which are new tanks, and he only has one company of new tanks, and in terms of performance alone, the enemy has a great chance of winning.

Although his troops have an advantage in experience.

But he himself foolishly undermined that advantage in part.

"Attack."

Sensing that something was wrong, but at this time it was too late to change the formation, the regiment commander could only grit his teeth and order the troops to continue the attack and mix with the opposing tanks.

······

"The Far Eastern troops are being attacked by devils?"

"Hundreds of new medium tanks have appeared?! Positions lost. ”

Hearing the news, the bearded man's face changed drastically.

These two things made him realize one thing, something that he had always suspected but was not sure of.

Take a group of devils to have someone to support, otherwise they have medium tanks from there? The Japanese mainland was bombed flat, and although there were still many underground factories, it was absolutely impossible to build hundreds of tanks to supply to the front.

And even more so the Far Eastern troops.

And also came up with a large number of heavy artillery.

"Bastard."

The bearded man threw his beloved pipe to the ground and tore it apart, as if ready to get angry, ready to show his strength, but suddenly he got stuck in it, and after standing still for a while, he sat down again in silence.

What if you know?

Although what the other party did was not concealed enough, it could even be said to be blatant, and he was too lazy to do camouflage, where did the little devil get the ability to produce so many trucks, tanks, and artillery?

Although they are all their own models.

But so what?

Turn?

How can he have the ability to turn his face with others now, he can only endure it, and even have to laugh, bow his head and waist, and avoid others from turning his face.

"Hey."

The aggrieved bearded man sighed silently in his heart.

Suddenly, he remembered one thing, when he was back then, the other side was also aggrieved.

"Someone."

But after all, he was a bearded man, and he decided to show his attitude a little, at least he couldn't let it be slaughtered, and he called a general, that is, the one who went to negotiate a second deal:

"Let's talk about the price again."

Before the general could speak, one of the guards rushed in:

"This morning, the Germans attacked again, and more than 10,000 tanks ······"

"So fast."

The bearded man was not surprised by this news, he had been prepared, but the time was beyond his expectations, and in his and the staff's speculation, the enemy would not attack until at least one later.

The scale was also beyond his expectations.

The replenishment of the enemy's equipment was indeed fast, but the replenishment of personnel was slow, and there was also an Anglo-American offensive on the Western Front.

Could it be that there was an accident on the Western Front?

"Forget it, you go back and continue to supervise the transportation of supplies."

But this did not prevent the bearded man from learning a trick - forbearance.

If you provoke those people now, you won't be comfortable tomorrow.

Finally, the bearded man was smoking a new pipe, frowning, rubbing his forehead, and thinking about a few questions in his heart.

What to do in the Far East?

Is it possible to let the little devil go all the way north? All the way to the Arctic Circle?

And also.

How big is that guy's appetite?

And, what about the future?

The bearded man knew very well in his heart that with the current situation, it was impossible to win on his own, unless there was a major victory on the Western Front, or there would be a large-scale intervention of other living forces.

······

A few days later.

"Let's go."

In the subcontinent, inside the Devil's Command, Gangmura smiled and said to Yamamoto:

"Let's go meet the Americans."

The two men then went to the meeting room, where they met with several plainclothes Americans, during which they eagerly discussed the timing of the surrender, the method of handover, and the follow-up of the troops.

A month later it was officially surrendered.

And then.

At present, the remaining more than 300,000 locust troops will be provided by the United States to provide logistics, participate in the fighting on the Western Front, and replace the equipment of the United States, machine guns, tanks, and artillery.

And Yamamoto and Okamura had to make preparations during this period, especially the troops, to ensure that there would be no problems during the transfer of the battlefield in a month.

"Don't worry."

Gangcun narrowed his eyes:

"We will definitely make sure that there are no problems with the locust army."

"When we arrive on the Western Front, we will fight bravely and follow commands."

Although the two are commanders stationed in the subcontinent, they still need to make some preparations to directly let the troops fight on the Western Front and surrender to the Americans without causing chaos.

Get rid of the die-hards.

As for the troops being used as cannon fodder, what does this have to do with the two of them?

"Still."

Gangcun continued:

"I suggest that your country rescue the locusts, so that you can get more troops and retain the combat effectiveness of your troops to the greatest extent."

Since you have surrendered, you must show your own value to the greatest extent.

Okamura Ninji knew very well that it was impossible for him to take command, and no matter how stupid the United States was, it would be impossible for a former enemy to gain command. He is certainly a command puppet who is only responsible for conveying orders.

Therefore, Gangcun made efforts from other places.

The Americans want cannon fodder, but there is also a difference between cannon fodder and cannon fodder.

Inferior cannon fodder, just like most of the original Imperial Army, can only make up a number of people, and sometimes even help, high-quality cannon fodder can be in charge of itself and is highly valued.

The army of locusts is bound to be high-quality cannon fodder.

Hearing this, the eyes of the old Americans who came to the United States lit up, and they were obviously moved.

The combat effectiveness of this group of dwarfs is a rare sight to be true in the Pacific islands, and the tenacity of their will, and the suicidal charge that stares at the firepower and is not afraid of death, is really rare, and the American GIs are ashamed of themselves.

If this group of dwarfs were equipped with American weapons, under the command of American generals, they could still maintain that kind of fierce and fearless spirit, presumably, they could cause a lot of trouble to the Germans, and the Western Front could also reduce a lot of sacrifices.

"I'll tell you back home."

The U.S. intelligence officer was clearly unaware of the plans of his top brass.

This is also normal, the submarine delivery of locusts is an old secret plan of the United States, and not too many people will know about it before it succeeds.

At the end of the meeting, Gangmura was obviously very happy, but although Yamamoto was smiling on the surface, he was worried in his heart.

Li Yunlong will definitely not let them surrender smoothly to the old American?

So.

What will he do?

Yamamoto combined his previous experience, abandoned the existing logical system, diverged his thinking, and tried to speculate Li Yunlong's thoughts.

······

"A lot of technicians want to go back to China?"

In Ping'an County, Zhao Gang received a not-so-good news.

Some technicians from abroad asked to leave the base and return to the United States, and they were very urgent.

"Yes."

The debriefing officer said:

"Most of them are people who have dependents in the United States, because Americans have strengthened the spy screening of foreign immigrants, and lowered the threshold for naturalization, and only need to live and work in the United States for a period of time to become naturalized."

"Interesting."

Zhao Gang narrowed his eyes.

He immediately understood that this was a counterattack by the Americans.

"If you want to go back, arrange a transport plane to send you back immediately."

Zhao Gang waved his hand.

After the officer left, Zhao Gang immediately put the matter aside and turned his attention to his current work again.

After the complete blockade of the devil's homeland, Boss Chen gave the quota of five hundred masters, and what he has to do now is to choose the specialty of these five hundred masters according to the current situation.

Rapid expansion will lead to a decline in the quality of personnel, which is inevitable, and even if it is a talent trained by its own troops, there is a lot of garbage, not to mention foreign personnel.

People are a mixture of fish and dragons.

One of the core reasons why the base areas have been able to develop at such a high speed without major problems, and there has been no confusion due to the mixing of fish and dragons, and the operating rules and systems are getting better and better is that these masters are able to do so.

It can even be said to be the most important reason.

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The other side.

"The United States is always going to send a fleet to attack the Japanese mainland?"

Li Yunlong received such a report.

"Yes."

"They asked us to let them pass through the waters near Guam."

The debriefing staff officer said:

"The United States said that Japan already had the idea of surrendering, and that it would unite our army to launch an attack on Japan and force Japan to surrender as soon as possible and end the war."

"Huh."

Li Yunlong sneered:

"Striking the West?"

After a little thought, Li Yunlong guessed the purpose of the Americans.

In the recent meeting, based on the recent situation developments, it is very simple to infer that the Americans want Japan to use as a bridgehead to compete with themselves in the western Pacific.

The old devil locust still has a strong appeal to the devil.

Warships can't get in, planes don't have airfields, and the range is not enough, so there's only one possibility left - submarines.

"Hmph."

Li Yunlong smiled gloomily:

"Inform Huang Quan and Wang Gensheng that they can start patrolling, and once they find the submarine, they will sink it directly."

Guessing the tricks of the Americans, will they not prepare?