The Rise of the God of War

Smoke was still rising from the corn pipe in his hand.

"How could this be?"

The bearded man murmured in disbelief.

In the next step, he roared like a maniac: "Ivanov, you should die!"

After cursing for a while, he stopped.

Forced himself to calm down, he poured out the tobacco in the pipe, and the secretary refilled it for him personally, and after lighting it, he leaned back on the chair and thought slowly.

There are forces filtering in my heart.

Finally, he set his sights on the Peking government.

He remembered that during the day yesterday, someone from the intelligence department sent a piece of information.

Claiming that the Beiping government was recovering Mongolia, the prince of Mongolia sent a telegram asking for help.

He didn't think much of it at the time.

In his opinion, after the two sides play a game in the Huijiang area, these will be brought back.

Now let the Peking government take a little more, so what?

It's just that the bearded man doesn't feel right now.

The troops of the Beiping government took Mongolia, and within a few days, the Trans-Siberian Railway was bombed.

To say that there is no connection between these two things is to insult the IQ of the bearded man.

"Go and send a telegram to the Asian intelligence station, asking them to investigate the cause and effect of this incident immediately, and investigate clearly the movements of the Beiping government's air force in the past few days!"

"Yes!"

Beiping, Forbidden City, Xiyuan, Military Command Hall

"Commander! The bombing team has sent back information that they have completely blown up that section of the railway.

Within a year, the Soviet Russian army will not want to open traffic.

Their logistics supplies will also be transported to the east of Central Siberia by other means.

And after winter, none of their supplies could be delivered to the Soviet Russian Far East Military Region.

Unless they can build this railway in such a short period of time! "

Jiang Baili handed a telegram to Han Lingdao.

Han Ling briefly glanced at the results of the telegram, then looked at the officers below with a smile on his face and said: "Everyone! Now our first phase of the battle plan has been completed! We can implement the second phase of the battle plan! "

After Han Ling finished speaking, he turned to look at Zhang Hanqing and said, "Hanqing! Are those troops ready?"

"Marshal! Don't worry! They've been ready for a long time! Liu Klon and the others started preparing after they passed by, and now there is no problem at all!"

"good!"

Han Ling nodded!

"In this case, let's start! Order the first army to set off immediately across the Mongolian steppe and head towards Ulan-Ude, where is the train hub east of Lake Baikal. As long as we occupy it, we will seize the rest The key to the Siberian Railway! The next step is whether to fight or how to fight, the initiative is completely in our hands!"

Han Ling nodded.

When the sky in Moscow began to brighten, it started to get dark in Asia.

And a telegram from Peiping was also sent to Moscow.

Moscow, Kremlin

"Comrade Starling, this is a telegram from the Asian intelligence station!"

The bearded secretary handed him a telegram.

The bearded man took it and looked at it for a few seconds before putting it down.

Sure enough, as he expected, all this was indeed done by the Peking government.

According to intelligence, a few days ago, hundreds of planes from the Peking government flew to Ulaanbaatar from the northwest.

"Go and call Novikov!"

"Yes!"

After a while Novikov walked in wearing the uniform of an air force general.

"Comrade Novikov! Just read this telegram!"

The bearded man handed Novikov the telegram of the devastating bombing of the Baikalsk-Irkutsk railway.

"Oh! Who made this? Such a section of railway is enough to prevent them from obtaining our large-scale logistical supplies within a year in the Far Eastern Military Region!"

After reading it, Novikov couldn't help exclaiming.

"This is a good deed done by the Huaxia people! This is another telegram, please read it!"

The bearded man handed another telegram to Novikov.

"Comrade Starling, what do you need from me?"