newbobooks Chapter 295 The Falcon Dive Bomber
Chapter 295 The Falcon Dive Bomber
The 2nd Division and the 12th Division, two fully-staffed Class A divisions!
Fifty thousand elite soldiers of the Japanese Empire, plus a newly reinforced heavy armored vehicle battalion!
Crossing the Yalu River, they pressed towards Jinzhou!
Honda Shigeru could even imagine the magnificent battlefield scene.
A sinister sneer crept into his voice:
"Our armored vehicle battalion was just imported from Europe and painstakingly assembled! I'm going to use the tracks of these Imperial steel tanks to completely crush the defenses of Jinzhou! I'm going to show Chen Zijun what a true modern steel torrent is!"
"But, Commander, with two Class A divisions fully mobilized, this is already a full-scale war between China and Japan. If Tokyo investigates..." Staff Officer Ishihara wanted to make one last effort.
"Once we capture Jinzhou, behead Chen Zijun, force Zhang Xiaoliu to surrender, and fully occupy the three northeastern provinces, those politicians in Tokyo will naturally shut up!"
Honda laughed nervously and waved his hand:
"Go, Ishihara-kun. Tell the Imperial Army at the front lines that this time, there will be no prisoners! Anyone wearing a military uniform, die, die!"
Five days later, at the Jinzhou front-line command post.
The atmosphere inside the sand table simulation room was somewhat somber.
Several operations staff officers were busily planting small red flags representing Japanese troops densely along the Korean Peninsula, the Liaodong Peninsula, the Liao River, the outskirts of Jinzhou, and the passageway between Shenyang and the Japanese forces.
"Young Marshal, the latest report from the scouts."
He Maofeng walked in gruffly, his face covered in sweat and dust.
He plopped down on the bench, picked up a glass of cold water, gulped it down, wiped his mouth, and said:
"The Japanese are truly desperate this time. The 2nd and 12th Divisions have already crossed the Yalu River, and with the addition of local garrisons, their total strength definitely exceeds 60,000! Moreover, their vanguard, each division has been reinforced with an armored vehicle battalion, all imported European-made, and their artillery is quite large. These bastards are here to tear us apart alive!"
The staff officers in the command post immediately began to whisper among themselves, and many of them wore solemn expressions.
A fully-equipped Japanese Class A division of 60,000 men was far superior to a second-line mixed force like the Kawamoto Brigade. This represented the pinnacle of the Japanese army's combat power, not to mention the imported heavy armor and powerful artillery support.
"Young Marshal, should we retreat a bit and rely on the second line of defense?" an advisor asked tentatively.
"After all, we only have an independent motorized infantry division and a second armored division right now, which puts us at a disadvantage in terms of manpower, and half of the ammunition for the frontline heavy artillery was used up in the previous battles..."
"Retreat? Where to retreat to?"
Chen Zijun suddenly turned around, his sharp gaze sweeping across the face of the officer who had spoken, causing the man to lower his head.
He braced himself against the edge of the sand table with his hand behind his back, and gave a cold laugh:
"I went through all that trouble to bring two armored divisions and an infantry division to the border region, just to play hide-and-seek with the Japanese? So what if we have 50,000 men? So what if we have imported tanks?"
Chen Zijun straightened up, adjusted the cuffs of his military uniform, his expression filled with the cold indifference and disdain of a reborn person looking down on history:
"If the Japanese were to divide their forces for defense, we would have to take them down one by one, which would be time-consuming and laborious. Now that Honda Shigeru has gathered these 50,000 main forces and delivered them to our doorstep, that's perfect! Wiping them out in one fell swoop would be much easier!"
He turned to look at Shen Li, his tone firm and leaving no room for doubt:
"Order the 2nd Armored Division and the Motorized Infantry Division to enter a state of maximum combat readiness! Fully deploy all anti-aircraft fire networks to guard against Japanese reconnaissance aircraft. The heavy artillery regiments are to calibrate firing data overnight, and triple the strength of the positions behind the minefields!"
"Also, send a secret telegram to Mo Huixin in the rear, telling her that the first batch of supplies needed at the front must arrive on time!"
Thousands of kilometers away, in the secret workshop of Jiangnan Aviation Manufacturing Plant.
In this secluded factory area, heavily guarded by Chen's army and so secure that not even a fly could get in, a bustling scene of activity was unfolding.
Inside the enormous factory, blazing incandescent lights illuminated every corner as if it were daytime. The sounds of people, machines, and metal clanging mingled together, creating a deafening cacophony.
People may rest, but the machines never stop!
In order to expel the first batch of aerial assassins before the decisive battle on the front lines, Mo Huixin personally oversaw operations from the rear, drawing upon all available liquidity from the Southeast Financial Group. With this massive influx of capital, raw materials for Ma'anshan Coal and Steel Complex and Jiangnan Heavy Industry were continuously transported into the factories by military trains.
All the German and French technical experts and engineers, along with thousands of top Chinese technical workers, have been working in three shifts, day and night, guarding the newly realized precision production line.
"Quickly! Everyone move faster! The tolerance for the parts must be controlled within the micrometer level!"
Factory Director Ge Jiangong, holding blueprints, roared back and forth in the workshop in a hoarse voice, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins.
"These planes are for the Young Marshal to use in killing the Japanese devils outside the Great Wall! Anyone who tarnishes the Young Marshal's reputation, I'll personally skin them alive!"
Mo Huixin stood quietly in front of the glass window on the second floor, looking down at the precision assembly line that moved like flowing water.
Amidst countless sparks, an extremely bizarrely designed fighter jet has completed its final assembly.
The inverted gull-wing shape, the sturdy and short fuselage, and the enormous heavy bomb rack under the belly all exude a cold and pure aesthetic of killing.
That was a Ju-87D Stuka dive bomber—no, now it's called the Haidongqing dive bomber!
Moreover, according to Chen Zijun's special request, propeller wind alarms have been installed on both sides of its wings—the "Death Whistle" that can emit a soul-tearing scream during a dive!
"Miss Mo, the first gyrfalcon dive bomber has completed all tests and is ready for test flights at any time!"
A German chief engineer ran upstairs to report, his brow beaded with sweat.
Mo Huixin withdrew her gaze, her pretty face icy cold. She turned to her confidential secretary beside her and said in a cold voice:
"Tell the flight squadron that from today onwards, every aircraft that rolls off the production line must immediately be transferred to the northern front-line airfields. Training will continue as they transfer. These are aircraft I painstakingly recruited from the National Revolutionary Government and the old Beiyang Army; they are ready for combat training immediately! On the day the Kwantung Army launches its attack, I want twenty-four Death Grim Reapers to appear neatly in the northern skies!"
The factory gates slowly opened, and the first Stuka, painted with the black double eagle logo of the Chen family army, was gently pushed onto the runway in the cool morning breeze.
In the far north night sky, a violent storm is gathering, while the "howl of death" in Jiangnan has already revealed its cold fangs.