September 19th.

"How's the loss?"

At the White House, Lao Du looked at Major General Groves, who had a whole circle of dark circles.

After the German bombing ended, the Manhattan chief was busy counting the damage caused by the bombing and estimating the extent to which the Manhattan project was delayed as a result of the bombing.

"The losses are huge."

Groves smiled bitterly:

"The casualties were not large, and the research data was complete, but almost all the important factories were bombed, and the equipment damage was very serious."

After the bombing last September, Groves was prepared to build air defense facilities, so this time the loss of personnel was very small, and the research technical data was also due to multiple backups, so it can be said that there was no loss.

But the damage to the plant's facilities was severe.

"How big?"

Lao Du frowned.

"It is expected that there will be no delay in the progress of the first live-fire test."

Groves continued:

"But the second test list, as well as the subsequent production of live ammunition, will be delayed for six months to nine months, depending on the progress of the factory's repair."

As he spoke, Groves sighed.

The raw materials were just ready, the factory was about to be ready for mass production, and it was very uncomfortable to be bombed at this point.

"Nearly as much as possible, speed up the progress."

Lao Du's eyes flashed:

"If you have any difficulties, just tell me."

The Manhattan Project was the last hope for the United States, and it was necessary to serve the troops on the other side and before the Germans, and enter the war, otherwise the current economic situation in the United States and the international situation would eventually collapse.

"Yes."

Groves nodded.

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Groves left just as McCarthy walked in.

"President."

McCarthy's tone was excited:

"Seventeen European spies have been picketed, and even two Eastern Front spies have been found lurking among the scientists of the Manhattan Project!"

His recent "large-scale" espionage investigation has caused a lot of dissatisfaction, and many people have proposed to remove him and replace him with someone in charge of the espionage investigation, so the more spies he investigates at this time, the more satisfied the president must be, and the better his position will be.

"Eastern Front?!"

Old Du Li flashed.

There are actually people over there who have infiltrated the Manhatdo Project, and it has really become a sieve!

"Yes."

McCarthy was even happier, but he controlled his expression:

"And I also found some intelligence information that I didn't have time to send back, all of which were classified information about the Manhattan Project."

"Damn it."

Lao Du slapped the table hard.

"What about the spies on the other side?"

Lao Du continued to ask.

"A lot of people are suspicious, but no evidence has been found yet."

On the other side is the president, the president of wartime, who has the power to cover the sky with one hand, and Lao Du does not dare to talk nonsense.

"No evidence?"

Lao Du frowned.

Such a large-scale direct investigation has even used the investigative power of Congress, which can break through judicial restrictions, and can unscrupulously collect evidence from investigators, but no evidence has been found.

"There are two possibilities."

McCarthy was prepared:

"One is that their evidence is very well hidden, and I haven't discovered it yet."

"The other one is."

After a pause, McCarthy accentuated his tone:

"The size of the spy group is much larger than we imagined, and even beyond our imagination, so that there is no need to hide classified information at all, but can be openly transmitted to the other side."

Truman fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he said bluntly:

"Keep investigating, keep searching for evidence."

"Yes."

McCarthy lowered his head, hiding his uncontrollable smile.

He meant to expand the scope of the investigation, and although the president did not agree, it was clear that he had hesitated.

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"Mr. President."

As soon as McCarthy walked out of the president's office, the chief secretary rushed in:

"There's a problem with Zhili!"

"What's the problem?"

Truman looked up.

The other side is provoking Zhili, training officers here, providing financial assistance, trying to meddle in the backyard of the United States and create chaos, he knows and knows it well, but he is not worried about this at all.

The back garden is full of small countries, the military is weak and pitiful, a few hundred officers, and a little more aid to weapons and equipment, as well as funds, can indeed set off a chaos.

But the other side apparently has not yet learned about the situation in the back garden of the United States.

They want to use this small country as a way to build a strong force and burn the fire.

But those poor small countries, not long after they came out of the colonies, lacked cohesion in the country, everyone adapted to the mentality of small countries and widows, the economy was controlled by the United States, and the internal chaos was beyond imagination, and they didn't need to make much effort, they only needed economic influence, and then spend a little dollars, and they could change the ruler again.

Even, the surrounding countries will take advantage of the fire to rob and grab land during the chaos, otherwise how did Zhili's narrow territory form now?

Here, it is impossible for a strong country to emerge.

"There were a large number of officers arriving in Zhili from abroad, and three giant ro-ro ships arrived at Zhili port, but the unloading time was at night, there was an army blockade, and no one knew what was inside."

The secretary replied.

"Three giant roll-on/roll-off wheels!"

The officer didn't make Lao Du nervous, but the giant ro-ro wheel made him frown.

The ro-ro wheel is made on the other side, and I have to say that this thing is very good, especially for transport tanks and heavy-duty trucks, which are extremely efficient, far exceeding the existing transportation system, and do not have requirements for port equipment like containers.

The United States has purchased several large ro-ro ships, and if it weren't for the high price on the other side, the transportation department would actually want to purchase dozens or hundreds of ships.

After research, it was found that the technology of this thing is not difficult, it is rare to be a design idea, and the United States can design and build it on a large scale, but it is too late, although the shipbuilding industry in the United States is developed, but a new ship, from design and construction to put into use, even if there is a complete design drawing, it will take at least two and a half years.

Freedom wheels are due to the specialized modular design, as well as the integration of domestic factories.

One giant ro-ro ship can transport 50,000 tons of supplies, and three ships are 150,000 tons, enough to transport three armored brigades.

Such a huge amount of material...

"Find out what's on these three transports!"

Truman narrowed his eyes:

"Then, send someone to Zhili to find a few people..."

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September 20th.

Eastern Front.

On the second line of positions, seventy kilometers from Mosco, the 87th Panzer Regiment, the 2nd Platoon of the 3rd Infantry Company.

"Damn it..."

A recruit took a bite of black bread, chewed it heavily, and then swallowed it so hard that he couldn't help but curse with the hardness of his teeth, like the taste of sawdust mixed with sand.

"Let's eat it with water..."

The teammates on the side were much smarter, with a mouthful of bread and water, and occasionally a mouthful of potatoes, but the pained expression on their faces was just as obvious.

Anyone who eats sawdust-flavored brown bread mixed with sand for half a year or more in a row, plus boiled potatoes, will have this expression, even if they are hungry, it is difficult to eat these things.

"Hey..."

The veteran platoon commander sighed.

With the great failure of last year's counteroffensive, the supply of troops has become worse and worse day by day, and now, even their armored units are difficult to have sufficient supplies, and other troops cannot even supply potatoes and brown bread sufficiently.

Of course, this also has something to do with the fact that they are infantry.

"Isn't there a can?"

The recruit finally settled the black bread and began to eat potatoes, and he asked suspiciously, holding the rifle that had been rifled and smoothed in his arms.

The railway line from Central Asia transported a lot of canned meat, and he also saw that the tank crews had eaten it, and they would often send several to each tank before the battle.

He also thought that although it couldn't be every day, it would be okay to give one once in a while.

"Those are imported from abroad."

The veteran platoon commander sighed:

"It's expensive."

At that time, when the Arctic Ocean route had not been cut off and the Far East had not yet been flooded with Japanese, although he was still a big soldier at that time, even in the most difficult period of defeat and retreat, the supply of troops and materials was still passable.

From the rear, although the food aid from abroad is not enough for the whole country, the troops are still relatively sufficient.

But now.

The Arctic Ocean was cut off by German planes, the Far East was cut off by the Japanese, the rear industrial areas were destroyed a lot by German bombing, large tracts of land were lost, much worse than in previous years, and there were already serious problems with the supply of materials.

This is not something that can be solved by a mere foreign trade channel.

And this passage also needs to transport tanks and other weapons and equipment.

"I don't know what the head of the group is doing?"

The old platoon commander changed the subject.

The lack of supplies has seriously affected morale, and even their regiment is seriously short of tanks, and their regiment has only seven tanks due to combat losses and other attrition.

We can't go on.

"Looks like you're picking up equipment and supplies?"

One of the squad leaders recalled with some disbelief.

At this moment, the sound of engines and tracks sounded in the distance, and everyone looked at each other, and ten minutes later, dozens of tanks, as well as skilled tracked transporters, arrived at the positions of the 87th Panzer Regiment.

"It's..."

Everyone's eyes widened.

They could see at a glance that these tanks were all new tanks, with no signs of use, and it was obvious that they had just come out of the factory, and they were imported from abroad.

is an improved model.

The Sherman's chassis, the turret of the German No. 4, and the British's 76-caliber tank gun were enough to penetrate the Germans' new No. 5 tank at a certain distance, and with tungsten alloy armor-piercing shells, it was even better than its own 85 gun.

In the armored regiment, they knew more.

"So many!"

The crowd then amazed.

They are a newly formed armored regiment, the tank group is all novices, inexperienced, it stands to reason that they are not qualified to get such a good tank, at most they will be given some light tanks, or the old T34, how about this time?

And more than thirty of them.

It's not just full, it's over-edited.

"Food, weapons and equipment."

Ignoring the surprised looks of his subordinates, the regiment commander began to direct a platoon commander to collect supplies.

When the platoon commander of the second platoon of the 3rd Infantry Company returned with a squad of fighters, they returned to the position with a large pile of supplies in their arms, hugging, carrying, and carrying a large pile of supplies.

"Canned meat."

"Canned vegetables."

"White bread."

In the disbelief of the warriors, each of them was given a canned meat, a canned vegetables, a large white bread, and a small paper bag of butter.

"It's still delicious."

Although they didn't know what was going on, everyone still ate happily and gobbled it up.

"Finish eating and get your weapons."

After a few minutes of drying up two cans and bread, the crowd began to pack up new guns in their hands.

Brand new automatic rifles, submachine guns, and general-purpose machine guns similar to those of the Germans, grenades, and new, warm new military uniforms - it was already cold in Mosco in late September.

"The head of the regiment said."

The platoon commander's tone was excited:

"From today onwards, all of us will be able to eat butter and white bread every day, and we will be full."

Suddenly, the morale that had already recovered a lot was raised a lot again.

"Our task now is to familiarize ourselves with the new weapons we have."

The platoon commander continued.

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September 20th.

Hamburg.

Nighttime.

"According to information from the front on the Eastern Front, it seems that they have received a large amount of weapons, equipment and supplies, and a large number of new tanks have appeared in the skirmishes of the past two days."

Kesselring shared a message with the old fox.

"Sure enough."

The old fox breathed a sigh of relief:

"They want the war to continue..."

"When is the attack expected?"

The old fox then asked.

"In one month, the Führer intends to gather more troops, raise the number of attacking aircraft to 6,500, the new tank No. 5 to 5,000, and send long-range bombers to bombard the industrial areas and transport nodes in the rear."

Kesselring's answer made the old fox's eyes light up.

The larger the scale of this offensive and the greater the number of troops, the more it will end the war in one fell swoop.

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September 21.

Early morning.

"We've got information."

The bearded man held his pipe in his mouth and listened to the report of his subordinates:

"The Germans are preparing an offensive on an unprecedented scale, this time with unprecedented strength and equipment."

"Can you stop it?"

The pipe is lowered.

"I can't."

The debriefer replied directly, his tone with obvious nervousness.

"Then."

The pipe slammed on the table:

"Get ready, in this city, with the help of the complex terrain here, to inflict a heavy blow on the enemy."

Now that the supply problem has been solved, the equipment and supplies are sufficient for all the troops, the industrial facilities around Mosco are not so important, and at the same time, the morale of the troops is increasing and the size is increasing.

What they need is some time.

Familiarize yourself with the materials and equipment that have just arrived, and train some of the troops that can be formed at the end.

But.

Referring to the urban battle a few years ago, he believed that street fighting could inflict a heavy blow on the enemy.

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September 22nd.

Tokyo.

Inside the Palace of Underground Locusts.

"Your Majesty the Locust, the 31st Mixed Brigade has lost contact in Hokkaido, and we have... Completely lost Hokkaido."

Fumiro Konoe reported.

"I see."

The locust waved his hand, and his tone was not emotional.

At this moment, His Majesty, who was once high-spirited, has long since lost his ambitions, and if it weren't for the fact that the other side of the strait did not accept surrender and the Americans could not come, he would have surrendered a long time ago.

"Hey."

Looking at the dim light overhead, Konoe Fumiro sighed.

He walked out of here and prepared to go to the Prime Minister's Office.

Because of the bombing on the other side, Tokyo was flat at this time, and after confirming that there were no planes, his guards drove a jeep that captured the guerrillas and came to the prime minister's palace at high speed.

During this time, he met with a group of guards and got a message.

Just now, the eldest son of the locust, who was joined by a group of militants who had infiltrated abroad, and the traitors of the guards, were captured and fled from the beach by motorboat, but they failed to catch the group because of the cover of the plane.

"Akihito, a bounty of five tons of gold."

A statistic came to Konoe's mind.

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Early in the morning of September 23.

On a motorboat.

Xie Baoqing, who was wearing a bandit hat, looked at the little locust in front of him, and couldn't help but be excited:

"Rich! Rich!"

Five tons of gold.

As soon as she thought about it, Xie Baoqin couldn't help but be excited.

Although it had to be distributed to some Japanese and his subordinates, they dispatched more than 20 people for this operation, but as the leader of the team, he could get a ton of gold.

A ton!

Gold!

In this life, it's no problem to eat and drink spicy food.

At this moment, Xie Baoqing was extremely happy.

When the Eighth Road came to suppress the bandits, he did not hesitate to leave the cottage bucket and run away. Otherwise, the ending will definitely be like that group of subordinates, who were bombarded into slag, and they couldn't even find a single bone.

"Boss."

One of his subordinates suddenly proposed:

"There are still 10,000 tons of gold worth of devil war criminals here, we might as well use this money to buy weapons and equipment, and then make a big deal..."

Xie Baoqing suddenly fell into deep thought.

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O'Northwest Northwest.

The inland city of Matalangca.

Boom...

As the slightest tank guns burst into the air, the line formed by the recalcitrant troops and some residents was easily torn apart, the defense line was shattered, and the tracks ran over the trenches and the remains of the enemy into this important city in the interior of Austria.

"There is an abundance of water here, and there is an airfield left by the Austrians nearby, so we can use this final base to continue the offensive in the inland."

The captain of the Miners' Self-Defense Force, who is now the 7th Regiment of the 3rd Division, was extremely excited.

Occupy Lin here, which means that they have completely controlled the territory of nearly 100,000 kilometers of Yidarwen and Liulanbai.

Next, they will continue to attack along this central road until they completely split Austria in two.

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