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Chapter 697 You call this a petty trick?
Southeast Shanxi.

Liao County.

Eighth Route Army Headquarters.

Li Yunlong went to the headquarters to meet with the chief, and was not in a hurry to return to Northwest Shanxi, but stayed at the headquarters for a few days.

Every night, the chief of staff and the chief held Li Yunlong for a long talk.

With Li Yunlong's level of cultural knowledge, military theory level, and tactical command ability, although there is still a gap between him and the chief of staff and chief, the gap is not too big.

After Li Yunlong led the new regiment to Northwest Shanxi, in addition to commanding battle time, when he was free, he would study cultural knowledge and military theory.

Before going to bed every night, I lie on the bed with my eyes closed, besides thinking about how to get rich, I also review every battle in my mind.

Although the Xinyi Regiment hadn't lost a battle in the past two years, it could have fought better in some battles, sacrificing fewer soldiers and killing more devils.

However, Li Yunlong's improvement in all aspects is also visible to the naked eye. Not only does he have more general-like temperament, but he is also more confident and calm.

The swear words in his mouth became less, and there was a trace of calmness that did not change color when the mountain collapsed in front of him.

Citing scriptures and classics in discourse, opening and closing is military theory.

Even the chief couldn't help but praise Li Yunlong, and he will be impressed after three days.

And tomorrow, Li Yunlong will return to Northwest Shanxi.

In the conference room of the headquarters, the chief of staff asked: "Li Yunlong, you will go back to Northwest Shanxi tomorrow. Have you already agreed with Boss Chen on the plane to go back?"

"It's settled." Li Yunlong nodded, "Tomorrow at eleven o'clock in the morning, Boss Chen will send a transport plane and four fighter jets to pick me up at Yangcun Airport."

"It's an easy trip for you, kid." The chief next to him laughed, "There is a special plane to pick you up when you go out for a long trip, which is better than me as the deputy commander in chief!"

The division commander and brigade commander on the side also smiled slightly.

Even the deputy commander-in-chief, deputy chief of staff, and division commanders and brigade commanders basically rode horses when they traveled far, and when the road conditions were better, they took cars.

However, he, Li Yunlong, a small group leader, actually had a special plane to pick him up, and the treatment was not a little bit worse.

"Such a big style." The brigade commander even smiled: "I don't know, I thought you were the head of the headquarters."

With a laugh, Li Yunlong said: "Everyone, please be safe and don't be impatient. It will take half a year at most."

Li Yunlong carefully calculated the time, paused, and said: "No, in five months at most, Boss Chen will have aircraft business, and our Eighth Route Army will have its own aircraft by then. Chief, are you afraid that there will be no planes to take? When the time comes, YA will also build an airport, and it will be convenient for commuting.”

The first batch of cadet pilots of the Eighth Route Army went to Brother Chen’s overseas military base to learn how to fly around mid-June last year.

It is now the end of January, and there are still more than five months until the student pilots will return after graduation.

At that time, Boss Chen will announce the aircraft business, this is what Boss Chen said himself.

As soon as the words were finished, the several chief executives couldn't help but look at each other with anticipation in their eyes.

The chiefs didn't care that much about whether they wanted to fly or not. What they cared about was the powerful firepower of the plane provided by Boss Chen.

Li Yunlong has often said a word these days that the strength of a modern army should be reflected in its firepower.

This sentence has been confirmed by Xinyituan, and it is the truth.

In the past, when the Red Army faced the attack of the national army, the firepower of the national army was not so strong, and the fear of insufficient firepower was not obvious.

But after being reorganized into the Eighth Route Army, facing the Japanese attack, the fear of insufficient firepower became obvious.

The firepower of the Japanese army was an order of magnitude stronger than that of the national army.

In the past, it was the Eighth Route Army who felt the fear of the Japanese firepower, but now the situation is that the Japanese army in Shanxi felt the firepower of the Eighth Route Army, so that some Japanese troops felt the fear of insufficient firepower.

This is still the result of the Xinyi regiment not having full firepower.

A modern army without air support cannot be said to have strong firepower. The strength of firepower should be reflected in all aspects, such as ground firepower, air firepower, and sea firepower.

Of course, with the current strategic goal of the Eighth Route Army, it is still a bit far away from developing the navy.

However, Boss Chen made it clear that as long as Li Yunlong is willing in the later stage, Boss Chen also has battleships, destroyers and aircraft carriers.

Once the Eighth Route Army has Boss Chen's plane, the Eighth Route Army will gain air supremacy and cooperate with the ground and air to fight. When the time comes, the big counterattack will be more than doubled.

Just when the chiefs were full of expectations, Li Yunlong raised his wrist from time to time and kept looking at the watch on his wrist.

Seeing this, the teacher smiled and asked: "What's the matter, Li Yunlong, today I watched you check the time five or six times an hour. Are you in a hurry, or is your watch made of gold?"

Usually handed in a large amount of supplies, weapons and ammunition to the headquarters, this time Li Yunlong did not bring anything to the headquarters, not even his Golden Desert Eagle.

If you bring the Golden Desert Eagle, how can he still have his share?

He will definitely be robbed by the brigade commander and division commander.

The watch he wears is also an ordinary watch, not a gold watch.

The reason why he frequently checks the time is because today is the day when the Sword Squadron, the 1st Artillery Battalion and the 1st Cavalry Battalion bombarded Wusu Airport.

The 17th Flying Regiment of the Japanese Army arrived at Taiyuan Wusu Airport at 3 o'clock this afternoon. Duan Peng and the others should act.

Counting the time, there should be news.

Could it be that the action failed?

Whether it is success or failure, there should be news, right?

Just as Li Yunlong was about to explain, a combat staff officer came in with a stack of papers in his hand, and saluted a military salute with a snap: "Report to the chief, just now our radio station has intercepted the commander of the First Army. The phone call between Yoshio Iwamatsu and Neiji Okamura, Commander of the North China Front."

"Oh?"

"Did you translate the call?"

"Did any valuable intelligence be monitored?"

The eyes of several chiefs brightened.

The radio monitored the conversation between the commander of the First Army and the commander of the North China Front Army, but it was extremely rare, even once every few years.

Under normal circumstances, Japanese military officers of this level communicate by either sending telegrams or making phone calls.

"Most of the conversation has already been translated." The communications staff handed over the translation paper in his hand.

The chief of staff took it over and took a look: "Why are they all cursed by Ningji Okamura? Every time Ningji Okamura scolded, Yoshio Iwamatsu replied hi."

The chief of staff was a little disappointed, thinking that he could get some useful intelligence information.

But after thinking about it, Japanese officers of the level of Neji Okamura and Yoshio Iwamatsu, and Neji Okamura had been a spy, it is impossible for him to make such a low-level mistake of exposing secrets in radio calls.

Moreover, even if the secret was revealed, the Eighth Route Army headquarters would not dare to believe it.

Not only the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army, but also the Second War Zone Commander’s Department set up radio monitoring units, and they all heard Neiji Okamura scolding Yoshio Iwamatsu bloody.

The telegram was handed to the head of the headquarters, and after reading the telegram, the chief handed it to the division commander and brigade commander.

Li Yunlong and the brigade commander read the telegram together.

"Ningji Okamura is really good at cursing people." Li Yunlong laughed suddenly, "There are so many words of scolding, and none of them is repeated."

The teacher's tone was puzzled: "Well, what did Neiji Okamura scold Yoshio Iwamatsu for? Seeing Neiji Okamura's posture, I wish I could shoot Yoshio Iwamatsu with my own hands. Could it be that Yoshio Iwamatsu suffered a big defeat?"

Li Yunlong on the side saw something.

At this point in time, Neiji Okamura scolded Yoshio Iwamatsu on the radio channel. Could it be related to Duan Peng and the others bombarding Wusu Airport near Taiyuan?

The more Li Yunlong thought about it, the more likely it was.

The chief was keenly aware of the subtle changes in Li Yunlong's face, and asked, "Li Yunlong, did your regiment make some big move that stimulated Neiji Okamura?"

"No, no, absolutely not." Li Yunlong shook his head like a rattle, "I, the head of the regiment, are all at the headquarters. What big moves can our Xinyi regiment make?"

The more Li Yunlong tried to deny it, the more disbelieving the boss, chief of staff, brigade commander and division commander looked.

All the chiefs felt more and more that this must be a big move by Li Yunlong.

Although Li Yunlong's psychological quality has been greatly improved now, but being stared at by the four chiefs, Li Yunlong still beat his heart, saying: "It's not a big move, a small move, just a small move."

The four heads became more and more curious, and the chief of staff asked: "You boy, tell me honestly, what kind of tricks can make Okamura Ningji scold Iwamatsu Yoshio bloody?"

Li Yunlong was about to speak when the communications officer came in quickly with a telegram in his hand.

"Report to the chief, a new telegram!"

"Read!" The chief glanced at Li Yunlong, said with a wave of his hand, and told the chief intuitively that this telegram must have something to do with Neji Okamura scolding Yoshio Iwamatsu.

"Yes!" The communications staff picked up the telegram and read:
"At 3 o'clock in the afternoon today, the 1st Battalion of our Artillery launched an artillery attack on the enemy's Wusu Airport in Wujin Mountain. At the cost of zero casualties, a total of 33 enemy planes were destroyed and 18 enemy pilots were killed. The political commissar of the new regiment, Zhao Gang."

This telegram was sent by Zhao Gang. Boss Chen has already informed Zhao Gang of the number of enemy planes destroyed and devil pilots killed.

Although the Devil's 17th Flying Regiment suffered four NO.50 casualties, most of them were crew members, and only a small number of pilots were killed.

"Blow up 33 enemy planes and kill 18 enemy pilots..."

"You kid call this a petty trick?"

Having said that, the chief's eyes and expression were extremely satisfied, and then turned into joy.

If he remembers correctly, destroying a Devil plane can get 3 75mm mountain cannons, and killing a Devil pilot can get 1 1mm howitzer.

From this business alone, Li Yunlong earned 99 75mm mountain guns and 18 105mm howitzers.

This batch of mountain artillery and howitzers can be expanded into two artillery brigades, which is equivalent to an artillery division.

And most importantly, Li Yunlong earned an artillery division at the cost of zero casualties this time.

Thinking of this level, the eyes of the chief of staff, division commander and brigade commander all changed when they looked at Li Yunlong. This kid made another extremely beautiful deal!

"Hey hey, I made a small fortune, it's not worth mentioning."

Stared at by the four big chiefs, Li Yunlong was humble on the lips, but secretly happy in his heart.

(End of this chapter)