Chapter 195 Are they crazy? Or was his brain kicked by a donkey? (Third update!) “The Japanese want to cooperate with us?” Captain Wolfgang Rutte’s face was full of disdain. “The British Mediterranean Fleet attacking Alexandria?” “Are they crazy, or am I crazy?” Looking at the telegram in his hand, Captain Rutte felt that these Japanese were crazy. Just rely on those fleets? All right! The strength of the combined fleet, strictly speaking, can be ranked third in the world. Especially after the French navy was severely damaged by the British army, Japan's naval strength soared. If they really unite, there is still hope to sink the British Mediterranean Fleet.
After all, compared to the Italian naval fleet, the Japanese navy seems to be somewhat reliable. For a moment, Captain Rutte was silent. “Captain, do you want to call back?” the first mate looked at the silent Captain Rutte and asked softly. “What do you think of this plan?” Captain Rutte did not answer immediately, but handed the telegram to the first mate beside him. After reading the invitation sent by the Japanese army, the first mate understood why his genius ace captain was silent. Anyone who sees this plan will be silent. After all, no one has ever considered cooperation between the two parties. Perhaps, from the beginning to the end, the German army never looked at this so-called ally. For the German army, the real interest is always Europe. For them, the Far East has no interest at all and is just useless. That is, some tungsten ore and rubber, which are resources they value. "Captain, what do you think?" The first mate did not give an answer immediately, but asked Captain Rutte. "I think it's crazy, but if it succeeds, it may not be so dangerous for us in the future, and the situation in the empire may even become better." “But the probability of success is too low.” Although the first mate agreed with the plan, he felt that the possibility was too low. "Yes, but only high risks will lead to high returns. Just like every time we attack, no one knows whether we will succeed, but facts have proved that although the risks are high, our gains are also great." Rutte The captain said confidently. “So you agree with this plan?” the first mate asked again. "From the bottom of my heart, I disagree. It's too crazy. Once we fail, the British army will definitely pursue us crazily. By then, there is little hope of escaping from the Mediterranean, and the whole army may even be annihilated." "But from a strategic point of view, if successful, we will change the decadent situation." “At least the Eastern Mediterranean belongs to us, and our submarines can hunt down Allied warships more calmly.” Captain Rutte expressed his thoughts.
After hearing what Captain Rutte said, the first mate felt that it made sense. If it can really succeed, the situation in North Africa will be much easier. The empire no longer has to invest resources anymore, and can also obtain more resources from Southeast Asia. “Then do you want to meet them?” the first mate asked. “Think about it again, this kind of thing is not something I, a young captain, can decide.” Captain Rutte shook his head and said. At this moment, the second officer came in with a telegram. “Captain, telegram from naval headquarters.” Hearing this, Captain Lutte looked surprised. What happened? Do we need to change the battle plan? It shouldn’t be! They came here not only to deliver a batch of equipment, but also to attack the British merchant ships and reduce the potential of the British army. Received the telegram with doubts, but after reading it, Captain Rutte was a little unbelievable. The order from above was actually for him to cooperate with Japan's Third Fleet to attack Alexandria. For this purpose, a formation of twenty submarines was specially mobilized and is on its way here. At the same time, the Italian navy will also send a fleet to join the attack plan. Even the remaining French navy will look for opportunities to join. That is to say. This time the navies of the four countries joined forces to attack the British Empire's Mediterranean Fleet in Alexandria. I have to say that this plan is even crazier than what Chuichi Nagumo gave him. After all, what Nagumo Chuichi sent him was a joint operation between the navies of the two countries. The results of it? What the Naval Command sent was a joint operation by the navies of the four countries. Judging from the name, it is very powerful. In fact, at first glance, the navies of the four countries combined are probably not as good as the Royal Fleet of the British Empire. There is no way. The half-disabled French Navy, the mired Italian Navy, and the German Navy, which only uses submarines to fight, are still not comparable to the British Mediterranean Fleet. Including the Japanese Third Fleet, the two sides are barely equal in strength. Um! Can also occupy certain advantages. After all, the German army is definitely very capable of fighting submarines.
There is also a vengeful French navy. As long as the Italian Navy does not fire on its own carrier-based aircraft, there should be no problem. After the first mate and the second mate read the telegram, they were a little confused. This plan is much crazier than the previous one. However, the odds of winning have increased a lot. In addition, in order to better complete this attack plan. He even directly promoted Captain Wolfgang Rutte's military rank to colonel. It can be said that it is a three-level promotion. This kind of promotion is basically impossible to happen. Looking at the telegram in his hand, Captain Rutte, no, now called Colonel Rutte. His face was full of disbelief. But he quickly calmed down and understood that this was to better command the rest of the submarine formation. Otherwise, as a captain, he would not be able to command other submarines, and he would also have to dock with other countries' fleets. After all, for a captain, the military rank is still a bit low. Thinking of this, Colonel Rutte knew the difficulty of this mission, so he thought for a while and asked the correspondent to call Nagumo Chuichi back immediately, saying that he could meet to discuss this joint operation in detail. “Before this, we need to transport the supplies here to Bangkok as soon as possible.” Colonel Rutte showed a smile on his lips. … “Tuanzi, do you think this plan will be successful?” Meng Fanglia walked into the headquarters and saw Cun Yunsheng staring at the map of North Africa. He guessed that he must be worried about the plan he had proposed before. "Normally it's impossible to succeed." Cun Yunsheng shook his head and said. "Huh? Then you still bring it up?" Meng Fangliao asked in confusion. "If we don't mention it, I'm afraid we won't get much." Cun Yunsheng said helplessly. "With the current strength of the Japanese army, they cannot last long. In the Battle of Midway, the Japanese navy suffered heavy losses. Although it was advertised as a great victory, they did not mention the number of US warships they sunk, but they did not mention their own losses." “Isn’t this normal?” Meng Fan looked confused. Normally speaking, propaganda is not always like this, how many enemies were killed, how many people were lost, etc. "That's right, but the little devil has overlooked one thing, and that is the industrial manufacturing capabilities of the United States. I said before that they can build a light ship in ten days at the fastest, and on average it is one ship a week." "And what about the little devil's aircraft carrier? Normally it takes two to three years, and there is still an urgent need for steel. How can he fight against the US military?" "So the little devil is now a thing of the past and won't be around for much longer." Cun Yunsheng He opened his mouth and explained. "But, isn't this good? At least it can end the war quickly." Meng Fan was still puzzled as to why his regiment had to reveal so much to the German army. Although many officers did not have much resentment towards the German army because of their friendship with the German armorers. But after all, the two sides now belong to different camps. If this spreads out, the impact will definitely be bad.
“Have you ever thought about after the war is over?” Cun Yunsheng’s sudden words made Meng Fanfan confused. After the war? Isn’t that just living a stable life? Perhaps he will find a wife, have a few children, and live a good life of his own. After hearing what Meng Fangliao said, Cun Yunsheng couldn't help but give a thumbs up. "The idea is good, but there are always people who don't want us to live a good life." Cun Yunsheng did not continue. “Who? Are there new enemies?” Meng Nuan’s face was full of doubts. Hearing this, Cun Yunsheng said leisurely. “When we are not strong enough, we are still a piece of fish on a knife’s edge.” "So you are going to trick the British army and let the war continue to drag on?" Meng Fanxia was not a fool and immediately understood the meaning of this sentence. “Tanzuo, you are really crazy. If this spreads out, no one will believe it.” Meng Fangliao said in shock. "Hahaha, what I want is that they won't believe it. I'm sorry, you have to remember one thing, that is, people who are not from my race will have different minds." Cun Yunsheng patted his shoulder and said with a smile. “Including the US military?” Meng Fangliao said in a low voice. “Yes, including the US military, none of us have good intentions, so we must be strong to be truly strong. Otherwise, we will always be a weakling.” “If you want to live the life you want, you have to work hard, otherwise there will always be war.” Cun Yunsheng said solemnly. "You are also someone who has read history books, so you naturally know the mystery of this." After listening to Cun Yunsheng's words, Meng Fanglia took a deep breath. “I understand, so you let them fight each other to build up some wealth for us?” “Yes, that’s the truth. By taking advantage of the contradictions between them, we can draw chestnuts from the fire instead of blindly believing in the so-called League of Nations.” Cun Yunsheng said someone with a meaningful connotation. Fortunately, Meng Fanlai didn’t hear it. “Then what are we going to do next? Shall we reorganize first?” Meng Fangliao asked again. “Don’t worry, this is the telegram that was just sent. The Japanese army sent an additional fourth division to Bangkok.” Cun Yunsheng handed over the telegram that was crumpled into a ball in his hand. “Does this have anything to do with what we’re going to do next?” “If I guess correctly, this fourth division should be going to reinforce Myanmar.” “In this case, let Li Wula and the others move south and push the front to the Chiang Mai area first. In addition, let Inoshita Yuta contact the Fourth Division and ask them if they want to do a business.” “By the way, let Li Wula and Bula practice with the Thai army and accumulate some experience.” Now Meng Fan was even more confused. Why did he do business with the Japanese army again? But since Cun Yunsheng said so, there must be a reason for it, so he didn't say much and could only nod his head and convey the order.
… After receiving the order, Li Wu La immediately began to mobilize his troops and prepared to take Chiang Mai in one fell swoop. For these Thai troops, they already know the opponent's combat effectiveness, and they are not as good as those garrison groups. So there is nothing to arrange. As for Zhao He's chariot battalion, it has been transferred back to Lashio for rest. Because the tank battalion needs to be expanded, Zhao He has to go back to train new tank troops. Also, it’s time for the tank to be overhauled. Fortunately, Lashio brought in a lot of heavy artillery, which gave Li Wula a lot more confidence. Not only that, there are dozens of jeeps equipped with Browning heavy machine guns. It can be used as a chariot completely. Not to mention there are more than twenty recoilless guns, all of which are good tools for dealing with tanks. That is, except that there are no tanks. The firepower of the two infantry battalions on Li Wula's side is already very powerful. At the same time, he also knew that this time was to exercise his commanding ability. He knew his command level well, so he kept thinking about tactics during this period. “We won’t do anything fake this time, just use the trick of the little devils that Fanla always said: bomb with artillery, charge with infantry, and then bomb with artillery after the infantry has charged.” Li Wula said. Hearing what he said, Bu La, Ma Dazhi and others nodded, feeling that there was really no need to use any advanced tactics. Sure enough, when dozens of heavy artillery fired a salvo, the Thai army on the opposite side was directly bombed and collapsed. Even abandoned their position directly, catching them off guard. There is no other way. Who asked the elites of the Thai army to be transferred to Myanmar, and then they were almost wasted. Especially the two divisions following Mutaguchi Renye, there are now only more than 10,000 people left. However, the combat effectiveness has been greatly improved. The remaining troops are poorly trained second-line troops. Facing the Sichuan Legion with powerful firepower, they are no match at all. Not to mention, the other side can also call in fighter planes to bomb them. In less than a day, Li Wula's first battalion advanced fifty kilometers. Such speed made Li Wula shake his head. There is no point in beating a rookie like this no matter how many times you beat him.
"This Thai army is too weak." Ma Dazhi couldn't help but clicked his tongue. I thought the Thai army on the opposite side would be weak, but I didn’t expect it to be so weak. It was indeed beyond their expectations. “Forget it, let the troops continue the attack and try to capture Chiang Mai in one go.” Li Wula nodded and immediately ordered the attack to continue. As a result, a telegram caused him to temporarily stop the attack. “What a **** thing? The Khmer have sent troops? No, the French army has sent troops? Are they attacking Jingdong?” “Are they crazy?” Li Wula looked at the telegram in his hand and everyone was dumbfounded. We are attacking here, but someone raided our home? "Let me just say, no wonder the Thai army is so weak. It turns out they were deliberately showing weakness." Ma Dazhi also said with sudden realization. “What should we do now?” Li Wula asked in a panic. "Let's wait for the command from the regiment first." Ma Dazhi thought for a while and said. On the other side, Cun Yunsheng, who received the telegram, was also a little confused. "What the hell? The Vichy French army of Khmer sent troops to attack Keng Tung? Are they crazy? Or have their brains been kicked by a donkey?" There is one more update. I want to take it slow. I woke up in the afternoon with a huge headache, a sore throat, and it hurt to swallow. Basically, one thousand words an hour. If it doesn’t work tomorrow, I’ll go get some water. It’s really cracking.
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