"Can't you tell, you do care about your family."
"A must." Zhou Changfeng replied simply.
"Go, go and come back quickly." Zhu Lingjing raised her hand and glanced at her watch, waving her hand and saying, "Hold on, I'll be here soon."
"yes!"
Zhou Changfeng, who was delighted, bowed his hands and trotted away, disappearing in a flash.
One thing is to go home for dinner, and the other thing is to pick up the concept book that I have prepared.
If the Ming army attacks Borneo, the local British and Dutch garrisons will never hesitate to blow up oil facilities. They would rather destroy them than use them for the enemy. Otherwise, war resources will wax and wane. This is a very simple truth.
Historically, after the outbreak of the Pacific War, the British and the Dutch immediately ordered the destruction of local oil extraction and refining plants. When the belated Japanese captured the resource-producing areas, they sadly discovered that the oil facilities they had originally dreamed of had been destroyed to pieces.
There were about 700 oil wells in the oil fields in Palmercia and Daguita, which were originally able to produce 6 million barrels of oil per year. However, they were damaged to varying degrees. The angry Japanese executed the captured Dutch. As revenge.
The same was true in Bali Papan. The Dutch blew up the large local oil refinery that could refine five million barrels of oil every year, so the prisoners of war were inevitably massacred.
The Japanese had to mobilize, recruit, and gather nearly 70% of the country's petroleum engineers and technicians, and tried every means to repair it, but it was not until the late war that it was basically completed.
After all, how can repair be as easy as destroying?
Today's Ming people also have the same worries, and have proposed many and various methods to try to avoid and alleviate this situation.
For example, they may insert one's own agents, wait for the opportunity, misinterpret and conceal the transmission of orders; or secretly dispatch surprise attack personnel to the local area in advance, and temporarily form a small team before the outbreak of war to attack and delay the progress of sabotage work.
Then, with the establishment of the paratrooper force in the past two years, the General Staff Office of the Metropolitan Government naturally added an airborne assault plan. It planned to deploy paratroopers to several targets as soon as the war broke out and quickly capture oil facilities to defeat the enemy. acts of vandalism.
This plan is fine in theory, but in practice it is very difficult and too random.
Even in later generations, airborne operations were very troublesome and complicated. Weather conditions and terrain conditions could significantly restrict the conduct of operations.
Moreover, there are no automated control systems and portable communication equipment these days. It takes a lot of time for the paratrooper units to assemble after landing. Before that, they can only fight independently, which can be said to be a battle of luck.
In the Battle of Crete, known as the "Grave of German Paratroopers", the German paratroopers who landed were in extreme embarrassment - the division commander was the first to die in action, and the officers and soldiers were scattered and could only fight on their own. Moreover, many of them could not find their airdrop weapon boxes and could not There are no submachine guns and machine guns, so you can only fight with the pistol you carry.
Not to mention the Japanese, the quality and level of the air support team are so poor that it is difficult to describe them in words.
In comparison, the Allies could only be said to be on the pass line, lackluster, and the results of Operation Market Garden were also unsatisfactory.
Technical level limits the performance of this difficult combat mode, so Zhou Changfeng does not have high expectations for airborne combat in this era.
His idea was to introduce special forces to make up for the shortcomings of the paratroopers. Before the airborne operation began, elite special operations units took the lead in penetrating surprise attacks to disrupt the enemy's deployment and judgment.
At the same time, supplemented by spies, this will buy time for the landing paratroopers so that they can calmly complete their assembly and battle preparations.
When he was in Japan before, Zhou Changfeng discussed this idea with Cai Zhichen and wrote a draft, but it was not submitted because it was messy and lacked logic and organization.
It was not until these days that he sorted out and copied these drafts. Since the imperial meeting just discussed the issue of seizing oil facilities, he might as well hand them over directly to the emperor.
Because of his job, Mr. Zhou and his family have now moved to the Forbidden City, which is not far away. It only takes ten minutes to walk quickly.
After returning to his residence, he went straight to his study room, and then began to rummage through the cabinets to find the concept book he copied just a few days ago.
Xia Xiaoshi, who followed, asked curiously: "Sir, the imperial meeting... must be very solemn and solemn, right?"
Hearing this, Zhou Changfeng subconsciously recalled the previous scene, and replied with a strange expression: "How should I put it? It's official, but it's far from solemn, and it's not a sacrifice."
"Then what did you do at the meeting? Did you remain silent the whole time?"
"Of course I have spoken. I am the emperor... uh... I am the leading young general in the country!"
Zhou Changfeng wanted to subconsciously say that he was a close minister of the imperial edict, that is, the emperor, but he soon realized that this seemed a bit weird and not worth being proud of, so he quickly changed his mind.
Since he didn't have enough time, he didn't stay at home for long and went out again after lunch.
However, what made him speechless was that he arrived at Zhaoren Hall on time, but the attendants said that the emperor was still eating and asked him to wait a little longer.
This so-called "meeting" took more than a quarter of an hour, and it was not until 13:11 that he was able to enter.
In the meantime, Zhu Lingjing was on the phone, so Zhou Changfeng immediately stopped to avoid making any noise.
"...You have always had a good relationship with him and have close contact with him. You should know very well how heavy this matter will be when weighed, so you should advise him well and make plans in advance."
Oh? Is someone going to be unlucky again?
Zhou Changfeng couldn't help but wonder which unlucky guy was targeted by this woman? She seemed to be giving an order to someone to do something to force the unfortunate guy to submit.
"Make plans in advance" is actually equivalent to "take care of yourself", and the connotation is quite tough.
After hanging up the phone, Zhu Lingjing glanced sideways at Zhou Changfeng and said nonchalantly: "The companies under the names of powerful people are very large and preparations for war are in full swing. These companies can no longer let themselves go. The court will take away some shares and send supervisors." The group is permanent.”
Bureaucratic capital that relies on power will undoubtedly do many absurd, violent, and shameful things in the process of development. The court usually will not intervene. Even if it arouses public outrage, it will often just be perfunctory and then it will be over.
This is an institutional problem of the Ming Dynasty, or rather... a characteristic.
The emperor naturally turned a blind eye. How could he really kill these natural supporters of imperial power? That is betraying the class, which is tantamount to revolutionizing one's own life. In the end, it will only end with betrayal and alienation.
But things are different now. War is imminent, and vested interests can accept making excessive exceptions, because everyone is full of confidence in the benefits that can be obtained in the future. At the same time, they also know that the emperor and the court cannot make a fatal move.
Because he felt that Zhu Lingjing was in a good mood, Zhou Changfeng asked curiously: "Your Majesty, may I ask what the 'weight on the scale' thing was about just now? Do I know?"
The former sneered and said casually: "Five years ago, the tax officer from the Ministry of Household Affairs was poisoned when he went to inspect the taxes. Fortunately, he survived. My father deliberately did not get to the bottom of it, so he left it alone. There are also some minor things."
"Isn't it too bold to murder imperial officials? Then... what other trivial matters are there?"
"Do you really want to listen?"
Um? This sounds like it’s very important, but if it’s important, why do you call it a trivial matter? This is quite contradictory, right?
A somewhat confused Zhou Changfeng nodded.
"People like you will definitely be unhappy after hearing this." Zhu Lingjing unscrewed the tail of the pen, inserted it into the ink bottle and sucked up the ink, "Didn't there be a mining disaster in Shuozhou in the spring of two years ago? The government announced it There were more than thirty casualties, but the actual number was far more."
She drew the pen that absorbed the ink on the draft paper, then stretched out her fingers and made a "five" sign, "This is just one of them."
Okay, okay, my blood pressure has gone up.
Zhou Changfeng said helplessly: "Your Majesty, let's... let's get down to business."
As he spoke, he handed over the concept book he had just brought over.
Seeing Zhu Lingjing flipping through it with great interest, he explained it simultaneously.
"It's good to have one more method." Zhu Lingjing nodded slightly, "Since there is no perfect strategy, we can only use multiple methods to increase the chance of winning."
"Yes, Your Majesty, it can at least reduce the losses and speed up the subsequent repair progress. Ideally, the production capacity can be restored to the level of four million tons of crude oil in the second year. At worst, it can also reach three million tons. Ton."
"What about the third year?"
"For better, six million tons; for worse, four and a half million tons."
"fine."
The average annual oil production in the Nanyang region can reach 8 million tons. If the degree of damage is not high, it is completely feasible to recover three-quarters of it in two years.
After a while, Zhu Lingjing suddenly thought of something. She mused: "The military has been debating the role of aviation (whether it is large enough), and the navy is especially divided on this. You have many ideas and think far ahead. How do you see it? "
From a God's perspective, everyone knows the crucial role of aviation, but people today do not have a unified view. Many people still believe that the efficiency of bombing in aircraft formations is far less than that of artillery clusters, and that slow aircraft cannot pose an effective threat to warships.
Those who hold opposing views counter this with the argument that "aircraft technology is changing with each passing day" and believe that aviation power should be vigorously developed. Although the theory is correct, unfortunately there are no actual combat examples to support such a theory.
Therefore, it is difficult for Zhou Changfeng to speak now, because the arguments he can give now are the same as those of the "aircraft faction", and he cannot provide any practical examples.
He smiled bitterly and said: "I definitely support the emphasis on developing aviation. The prospects are very optimistic, but there is no way. There is indeed no real example to support this..."
Zhu Lingjing clicked her tongue, "If you say it, you haven't said it yet! Don't be vague."
"Yes. In today's wars, aviation has risen to an important branch with extraordinary potential. It is no exaggeration to say that the sooner or later this recognition is determined can determine the outcome of the war. I am sure that this judgment is correct, um... I can vouch for my character."
"oh."
Seeing that she didn't express anything, Zhou Changfeng couldn't help but ask: "So, Your Majesty, what do you think?"
Zhu Lingjing took out a book from the bookcase diagonally behind, and said seriously: "Don't always expect me to express my position, let alone this is an area I don't know about."
Seeing that she was in a good mood and not upset, Zhou Changfeng, who was still unwilling to give up, simply said excitedly: "Your Majesty, this matter is not trivial. There are definitely advantages and disadvantages to strong intervention. There is no need to be afraid of taking this responsibility."
You boy, how dare you speak like that!
Zhu Lingjing closed the book she had just opened with a snap.
She said with dissatisfaction: "Is this the same thing? Now it is an example that does not support the point of view. Afraid of taking responsibility? If that were the case, I would rather go on a hunger strike than obey the succession."
Facing her unhappy gaze, Zhou Changfeng awkwardly held up his hands and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm too impatient. I'm afraid that I will take the wrong path in key decisions and harm the country."
"Oh, thank you for your good intentions. If it were anyone else..."
"..."
"Go back and prepare your troops in the next few days."
"yes."
After leaving Zhaoren Hall, Zhou Changfeng was a little depressed, because he really couldn't blame Zhu Lingjing for what happened just now. Unless most people were enlightened and far-sighted, even if the two groups were only half-opposed, they would definitely have to argue for a long time.
Unfortunately, this is the case with the Ming army.
Currently, two new battleships are being built in full swing on the Shanghai slipway, and the Navy has the idea of starting to build two more ships.
They are even considering continuing to design and build the next level of larger battleships.
The battleship under construction is equipped with a 13-inch, or 416mm triple main gun, and has a standard displacement of 48,000 tons.
This is quite reasonable, as it is the latest first-class high-speed battleship before the outbreak of the war.
Today, naval aviation cannot completely determine the outcome of a naval battle. The navy still has to consider the situation in which the enemy and we continue to sustain injuries and persist in the decisive battle after suffering an air attack, so it needs to start building new battleships.
But in a few years, naval aviation aircraft will have the capability to directly annihilate the main force of the opponent's fleet, so there will be no need to design and build next-level battleships.
The power of the battleship is worthy of being the most important weapon of the country, but the cost is also ridiculously expensive. One Yamato class is equivalent to one and a half Shokaku class, and one Iowa class is equivalent to one and a half Essex class.
If the Ming Navy insists on building two new battleships after the No. 1 and No. 2 ships, it will be equivalent to building three less large aircraft carriers.
At the same time, the new battleships also lack opportunities for combat. You are reluctant to use them, and the other party will not be stupid enough to start an artillery battle with you.
For some reason, Zhou Changfeng suddenly thought of Zhang's plot to assassinate the old astronauts.
"Hey...it's impossible to be ruthless, right? It doesn't seem like it's enough." He paced back and forth a few times under the Xihua Gate and sighed: "It's better to wait and see what happens. It's almost enough to complete the reactor."
(End of chapter)
