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Facing everyone's earnest eyes, Su Hongming only responded with a helpless wry smile, and successfully won the street battle. Even the old beauty of the 21st century would not dare to say such a thing.

After pondering for a while, he shook his head helplessly: "You guys really think highly of me, if Neji Okamura is determined to play street fighting with us, all we can do is to fight him head-on.

But before that, the most important thing we should do now is to eliminate the vital forces of the Japanese army as much as possible, so as to prevent the Japanese army from withdrawing more troops to Taiyuan City when the situation is not good. "

None of the people present were human beings, they immediately understood Gao Hongming's words as soon as he uttered them.

Yang Aiyuan nodded: "I understand what you mean. I will immediately issue an order to the temporary 47th and 48th divisions to immediately increase their attacks on the south gate and west gate, leaving only the north gate alone."

"Then I will trouble Mr. Yang, but please tell the brothers of the Jinsui Army that you can fight if you are defeated, but you must do what you can. If you encounter a difficult bone, you must contact the air force in the sky in time. After all, it took us To support them with a lot of money is to play a role at critical moments."

Yang Aiyuan laughed loudly, "Brother Gao, needless to say, brother, I know this too. In short, I won't let Brother Gao's artillery have nothing to do."

"That's right." Sun Chu also smiled and said, "I heard that the artillery caliber of the Liantai militia has never been less than 75 millimeters. Unfortunately, most of our Jinsui Army is equipped with [-]-caliber field artillery and mountain artillery.

This is really a comparison between goods and goods, and a comparison between people and people! "

"You guys!"

Gao Hongming couldn't help laughing and crying seeing the two guys who together were more than 100 years old singing together.

Ordinary people may simply think that the two are just complaining after hearing what they said, but Gao Hongming understands that these two old guys are implying that they are partial.

"Mr. Yang, Brother Sun, each of your five divisions of the Jinsui Army is equipped with an artillery battalion, but the two divisions of the Eighth Route Army don't even have a serious artillery, so you have the heart to take it from the hands of beggars." Grab something to eat?"

Now that the talk has reached this point, Gao Hongming doesn't mind being clear about it.

"Besides, I have assigned the third bombing brigade to you. With the escort fighter jets, hundreds of planes are not enough for you to build?"

"This one……"

Old Yang Aiyuan blushed, and said with a bitter face: "One brigade is still not enough. You also know that if it is divided into five divisions, each division will have about [-] planes. If there is a fierce battle... us……"

Speaking of this, Yang Aiyuan stopped suddenly, because he had already seen that Gao Hongming's face was getting a little ugly.

"Then... Brother Gao..."

"Mr. Yang."

Gao Hongming's voice was light and ethereal, as if flying from the sky, "I can say in a responsible manner that with the current configuration of five divisions of the Jinsui Army, even the most elite Central Army can't match it.

How about this, how about I hand over all the flight squadron to you, and let you schedule and assign them, what do you think? "

"It's over."

Seeing that Gao Hongming was going to turn his back on him, Sun Chu hurriedly stood up to smooth things over, "Brother Gao, Brother Yang definitely didn't mean that, we just said a few words out of habit.

Absolutely not that meaning, you must not misunderstand. "

At this time, Yang Aiyuan also turned red.

He could even swear that the complaining just now was definitely just a subconscious habit of his, and there was absolutely no intention of grabbing power.

You know, whether in the national army or the Jinsui army, it has always been believed that crying children have milk, and crying poor in front of their superiors is the basic practice of almost all officers.

Those elite national troops may be better off, like those miscellaneous troops, if you don't cry poor and miserable, you may not even be able to guarantee normal supplies.

And who is Gao Hongming?

To put it bluntly, in their eyes, Gao Hongming is the God of Wealth, the land rich man, so crying poor has become their subconscious action, but they didn't expect to annoy him directly.

Although Gao Hongming was a little displeased, he still patiently explained: "Mr. Yang, Brother Sun, I know what you want to say. But please cry in front of Mr. Yan, okay? I am just a small militia leader, I can't afford the performance of the two officers so hard."

"Push!"

The Political Commissar Ping on the side couldn't help laughing, but as soon as the laughter came out, he quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I ate too much sweet potatoes today, and my stomach is a bit bloated, Mr. Sun, you continue."

Sun Chu glared at him. This guy is really unkind and doesn't give him any face.

However, the Eighth Route Army and the Jinsui Army were originally united temporarily because of the war to regain Taiyuan. As a high-priced general, he certainly knew that the relationship between the Jinsui Army and the Eighth Route Army would be difficult to say if the Japanese were driven away in the future.

After this episode, Yang Aiyuan and Sun Chu stopped playing tricks, and immediately ordered the temporary formation of the 37th and 38th Divisions to launch simultaneous attacks on the South Gate and the West Gate, in order to put more pressure on the Japanese army.

And Gao Hongming did not break his promise, a fleet of hundreds of planes also started to bombard the blockhouses outside the south gate and north gate, and the entire outer positions of Taiyuan City were engulfed in a sea of ​​flames.

"Shoot... shoot... drive the Chinese out." The second lieutenant of the Japanese army who was standing behind a parapet that had been torn apart by the blast shouted, waving his command knife.

"boom!"

A direct shot of the [-]-type infantry gun accurately hit the second lieutenant's invisible position, accompanied by a violent explosion, the nearby Japanese soldiers were horrified to see their commander was blown into the air, and his fragile body was split into two parts in the air , falling to both sides.

More than 200 meters away, the Type [-] infantry artillery was adjusting its muzzle. The black muzzle exuded a breath of death. It was almost unnecessary for the Japanese soldiers in the trench to turn their guns to the two [-] guns pushed up the slope by seven or eight Eighth Route Army soldiers. infantry artillery.

"Ding, ding..." The bullets hit the bulletproof shield of the infantry gun and made a crisp impact sound.

Although the 115th Division did not have as good a relationship with Gao Hongming as the 129th Division, the [-]th Division that took part in the battle to regain Taiyuan later, it still had some face for having a few artillery pieces.

Gao Hongming was not stingy either. With a big wave of his hand, he handed over more than 30 captured Type 115 infantry artillery to the 600th Division, and generously presented more than [-] artillery shells.

Mr. Lin who got the cannon was overjoyed, and immediately distributed all the cannons.

"Target 11 direction, release!" The gunner roared, and the barrel of the [-]-type infantry gun bounced back with a muffled sound. Because of the elevation angle of the gun position, the soldier pressing the gun mount with his body felt Until the artillery jumped up several times strongly.

The high-pitched and piercing sound of bugles sounded on the hillside, and the Eighth Route Army soldiers, who had long been unable to hold back their desire for revenge, jumped out of the trenches built by the Japanese army with the squad leader.

Some of them were carrying rifles, some were holding newly acquired MP40 submachine guns, and some were holding hand grenades with safety bolts pulled, and rushed from the two wings to the Japanese defense line above their heads.