As the sun set, the war game that lasted the whole afternoon finally came to an end. This war game made Yan Chenwu extremely dissatisfied. He was very disdainful of this kind of "step on one, hold one on" operation.
"The troop projection to Nanyang is already limited. If we estimate the enemy's strength too much, we will have to invest much more troops here. It is really a waste." He punched the wall in displeasure. Tucao said: "The troops should be reasonably distributed and spread out. A little more, yes, can create a local superiority of troops, but it is really stupid to concentrate a large number of troops together."
Zhou Changfeng basically agreed with this. He echoed a few words, and then said casually: "The biggest threat is actually Fort Drum. According to the previous judgment, those two heavy artillery turrets caused a large number of casualties to our side. Half of the landing ships It caused all the damage.”
"That damn place is really difficult to deal with. The reinforced concrete is ten meters thick on the left and right and six meters thick on the top and bottom. It's difficult to use anything. It's extremely tricky." Yan Chenwu said with a worried look on his face.
The saying that you can do whatever you want with money is also reflected in this aspect. It can be said that the inhumane Americans have successfully created an indestructible "shield" for the same era.
Historically, the British "Tallboy" giant aerial bomb in the late World War weighed 12,000 pounds. The bomb body was quite strong. After being dropped from a high altitude, it could reach a high speed of nearly 1,200km/h during its fall, and could penetrate up to 4.9m thick. RC.
This represents the most powerful penetration capability that humans can theoretically achieve under today's technological level. However, facing Fort Drum, which is more than six meters thick on the top and reinforced with three-inch-thick steel plates, even " Tallboy" can't do anything.
"Yes, conventional means are almost impossible to defeat it, or... the gain outweighs the loss." Zhou Changfeng put his hands on his hips and said nonchalantly: "My idea is to organize the top soldiers to land quietly, carry a large amount of fuel, find the vents of this fortress, and fill them with water. Go in, light a fire, and send them to heaven.”
"This is a good idea. Let the air force take out its external fire points and observation posts first, and then an elite team will board it quietly at night... Okay, that's great."
Seeing that Yan Chenwu was slightly excited, Zhou Changfeng continued to say unhurriedly: "Considering that ordinary gasoline has a relatively short burning time, it may not be able to effectively make this fortress lose its combat effectiveness, so I think special fuel should be used."
"Special fuel? What's so special about it?"
"Uh... let me think about it. Adding five to ten percent of a mixture of oleic acid and palm oil to gasoline can make the gasoline more viscous, significantly increasing its burning time and destructive effect."
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Yan Chenwu couldn't help but bared his teeth, because he recalled Zhou Changfeng's brilliant operation in the Battle of Demaji - by firing a mixture of smoke bombs and incendiary bombs, he wiped out an entire company of British and Indian troops in the woods at once.
But he also kept an eye on it and wrote down this so-called "secret recipe"?
In his impression, the Ordnance Bureau did seem to have corresponding research in this area, but the specifics were unknown to outsiders, and he only heard a few words about it.
This time's war game was just a routine matter for the General Staff Office of the Governor's Mansion. It was sparse and ordinary, and usually happened once every three to five. At the same time, the battle plan was formulated and modified based on it, and vice versa. And this is exactly what they do in peacetime.
Now that the Marine Corps training course has come to an end, there are only a few days left, so November is extremely leisurely for Zhou Changfeng. It seems that there is nothing to do except fall in love?
But the fact is that there are almost no truly ordinary days, because there are always strange unexpected things in life.
On the morning of the fifth day of November, after finishing his routine exercise in the front yard of the office, Zhou Changfeng, who was about to have breakfast, was suddenly stopped by a guard trotting over.
The latter presented an invitation, then handed it over and said: "Sir, someone just came and said that they want to put this post and letter into your hands. You must read it personally."
After the guards left, Zhou Changfeng looked at the exquisite invitation and envelope.
If I don’t get ahead of myself, let’s just talk about this envelope. It’s off-white, printed with gold patterns, and the paper texture is very good. At first glance, you can tell it’s not ordinary.
Well, we'll see later.
Entering the cafeteria, he found a seat with a dinner plate. A bowl of porridge, two fried dough sticks, and a bowl of soy milk were today's breakfast, and then he opened the envelope.
Zhou Changfeng, who didn't take it seriously at first, suddenly became surprised after browsing it for a few times, and the hand holding the letter froze.
What this letter said was almost a hint that "your transfer was controlled by me", and then invited... no, asked him to go to the designated place with the invitation that afternoon, and he must come alone, without weapons.
Good guy, you are so mysterious, are you planning to cause trouble?
He imagined scenes of coercion and inducement in movies and TV dramas, but quickly put them behind him.
After the initial chaotic thoughts were sorted out, he understood that this must not be publicly known to others. This matter must be done, and at the same time, it is only for himself, and there is no danger.
But there was still a way out. Thinking about it while eating, Zhou Changfeng made up his mind after weighing it.
After making some simple preparations, he waited for a while and set off early.
The location specified in the invitation was a large bank, or bank, in Beicheng District.
Looking at the four gilt characters "Weiyang Bank" conspicuous on the plaque in the distance, after confirming that it was correct, Zhou Changfeng, dressed in casual clothes, walked around it twice and carefully examined and surveyed the nearby environment.
Relatively speaking, the atmosphere of fireworks in Beicheng District is lighter. It is mostly occupied by various factories and some large mansions of wealthy businessmen. It is not as good as the lively and prosperous Nancheng District, nor as good as Zhongcheng District where government offices, companies, and schools are gathered. .
Therefore, there are not many pedestrians and vehicles coming and going around Weiyang Bank. It is a little deserted, but there is a lot of greenery. In the summer, it should be shaded by big trees. Unfortunately, the autumn wind is bleak now, and the ground is covered with many yellowing fallen leaves.
After entering the bank, Zhou Changfeng showed the invitation, and someone went to announce it. Soon someone came and led him to a waiting room.
It was already late at this time, and after a while, two strong men walked in and asked him to follow them.
Several people entered the backyard, and then came to a two-story building. There were three men who looked like guards standing at the door. Seeing Zhou Changfeng approaching, the three of them stared at him closely.
Just by feeling, I knew these guys were not simple. If nothing else, at least their eyes were quite sharp. Ordinary people would probably feel terrified if they were stared at by these people.
However, Zhou Changfeng didn't take this seriously. He glanced at them nonchalantly and walked straight in.
After arriving in a large, antique room, he thought he would have to wait for a while, but to his surprise, as soon as he stood firm, a lazy female voice came from behind the screen in front.
"You've been quite prosperous lately."
(End of chapter)
