"Hey... who said that the Japanese are starting to go downhill? Look, this sudden and cruel attack... can the officials in the country still hold up?"
News of the battle between Henan, Hunan, and Guangxi was also sent to Lashio. Looking at the horrific battle report, Meng was so annoyed that he couldn't help but close his eyes. Despite the ridicule, anger arose in his heart.
What a bunch of idiots. A total of more than 200,000 square kilometers of land and a population of 50 to 60 million were lost in less than four months. It is not an exaggeration to call it a complete defeat.
"Oh, Brother Meng, you don't know that group of people? A big bald man who doesn't know how to command and likes to be commanded by blind chickens. Below is a group of scheming and infighting turtles. Even if there are a few who can fight... he can't. It’s too hard to stand alone and there’s nothing we can do to save ourselves.”
Fan Shaozeng took a sip of tea and spoke lightly. The situation within the Kuomintang has always been like this. Most everyone is deliberately conserving their strength and watching the fire from the other side. As long as they don't burn themselves, it doesn't matter. If the whole country can really unite as one, can the Japanese win half of the country? Even if you can't beat him, you won't lose so miserably.
Meng Fan was extremely helpless. Seeing his country's territory being swallowed up bit by bit by foreign enemies would be uncomfortable for any bloody Chinese.
"Haha, you don't have to worry too much. Although the Japanese have achieved their tactical objectives, they have suffered huge losses and are no longer able to launch a new round of offensive. In contrast, several elite main forces of the Kuomintang are still there. Those who rushed back The troops stationed in India have not even gone to the battlefield, and the future situation is still unknown.”
Fang Jingyao put down the document and comforted him with a smile.
With his keen insight, he had already seen through the Japanese army's purpose and analyzed the results of this battle very thoroughly.
Japan also suffered successive defeats in the Pacific battlefield. Sea lines of communication were cut off, and the Japanese army in Southeast Asia faced the dilemma of being cut off. The massive counterattack by the 88th Army and the Americans made them feel uncomfortable.
For this reason, Japan, a trapped beast still fighting, formulated a plan to seek a breakthrough from the Chinese battlefield and attempt to stick to the mainland to persist in the long-term war.
On the surface, it appears to be Japan's active offensive operation, but in essence it is for defensive purposes.
Although this battle achieved the goal of the Japanese army, the expected results were not satisfactory. All the strength of the Chinese dispatched army was assembled, and troops from Japan and the Kwantung Army were mobilized to strengthen the attack. However, the losses of the troops were still very huge, and it would be very difficult in the future. Don't even think about launching any decent attack for a long time.
The Japanese army was already insufficient in strength. Although it had temporarily opened up the mainland's communication line, in order to guard such a long area, the limited strength was further dispersed, which put itself in an extremely disadvantageous position strategically.
Moreover, in order for the war to proceed smoothly, Japan had to mobilize a large number of troops from the battlefields of North and Central China, thereby reducing the pressure on the battlefield behind enemy lines, but it also laid the foundation for the development and counterattack of the guerrillas behind enemy lines in the north. Only the red team led by that great man could Strengthen yourself more and more.
The inertia of time is so huge that no matter how much the butterfly Liao Mingyu flutters, it cannot affect the specific direction of the domestic trend.
"Haha, let's not talk about anything else. This old Chiang Kai-shek is here to award another award. Do all our brothers have a share?" Fan Shaozeng grinned widely, smiling like Maitreya Buddha.
"Well, promotion after promotion, reward after reward, eh...it seems that Junzuo doesn't have any substantial rewards?" Meng Fanglia suddenly thought of something and asked quickly tentatively.
Because of the victory in the Battle of Mandalay, the bald man was not stingy. He was given a lot of benefits by being granted an official position and making a wish. Almost everyone in the 88th Army was promoted from top to bottom, and there were a lot more military medals and so on.
Due to the huge number of enemies annihilated in the battle, the impressive results achieved will surely go down in history. Fan Shaozeng was also promoted to the second-level general of the Kuomintang, and instantly stood on the same level as Wei Lihuang and Xue Yue.
Originally, there was nothing much to say about this. Who made him the nominal commander of the 88th Army? But what is strange is that almost everyone received awards, but Liao Mingyu, the real instigator, was left behind. He only received a sloppy letter. The commendation document was written hastily, which also allowed the soldiers to fight for him.
"No! I know the bald head's thoughts best. He is trying to alienate brother Liao, and he wants to slowly alienate Brother Liao."
Fan Shaozeng revealed the secret with one word, and those sitting here are not mediocre people. They can more or less guess the meaning. Maybe everyone doesn't need to be so embarrassed if he points it out directly.
"How about giving Jun Zuo a heads up?" Meng Fangliao suggested.
"Jun Zuo is not a mediocre person. How could he not understand such a simple truth? I will just restrain the troops and don't worry about other things."
Fang Jingyao waved his hand to signal him not to talk nonsense. In fact, almost the entire 88th Army was Liao Mingyu's confidant and supporter. No matter what position he held, he had absolute control over the army.
"Oh, I'm just trying to keep up appearances. No matter how high the military rank is, it's his brother who has the final say. Don't worry." Fan Shaozeng brushed off the pleats on his clothes and joked freely.
"No way, Commander, wouldn't you mind giving us a try?" Meng Fanxiao said with a playful smile.
"Okay, Brother Liao, didn't he say that he wanted to move the headquarters to the Japanese fortress in the Heihe area? You have to hurry up. The transport group's convoy is about to leave. I'll take a step ahead and go back to take a look. Hehe, you guys take your time. busy."
Fan Shaozeng patted his shiny forehead and said he was going to leave. He didn't want to have to worry about these trivial matters.
"Oh my Lord Commander, you can't leave now. General Stilwell will be arriving soon. Who will go to see him if you leave?" Meng Fanglia hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him.
I just received the news, and I don’t know why Stilwell suddenly came to visit and asked to see Liao Mingyu by name. The key is that the latter has gone elsewhere now, so he needs to be received... No matter what, the leader must go.
"Why don't you just go? What do you want me to do here? Stare at those foreigners? I can't speak foreign languages."
Fan Shaozeng rolled his eyes and expressed no interest. Before the other party could finish speaking, he slipped out of the war room with oil on his feet, making Meng annoyed and chased him.
At the same time, at the gate of Lashio Military Headquarters...
"What? Why didn't anyone tell me your commander wasn't here? Do you know how I got here!?"
Stilwell looked a little unkind, pointed at the guard's nose and roared in English.
Because there is no airport in Lashio, he could only fly from India to Nankan, then change cars without stopping and rush to Lashio. After struggling for most of the day, he arrived at the door and learned that Liao Mingyu was not here at all. This trip was considered his own It came up empty.
The company commander on duty was helpless. After the translator understood what he said, he hurriedly explained: "Sir, our commander is indeed here, but the person you said you were looking for is our staff officer." , Commander...he is not our military commander..."
The American officer opposite had asked nicely just now and said he wanted to see Jun Zuo, but when he said he wasn't there, the old guy got mad on the spot. It was really speechless.
"The commander is here. I found that the man is not here. What are you talking about?"
Obviously, the level of this translator was somewhat low, and the meaning could not be explained clearly. Stilwell also did not know the internal composition of the 88th Army. Such conversations gradually made him lose patience: "Shit, just tell me where he is now." Where?"
"Right now he…"
"Hey, this is General Stilwell, right? Hello, uh...general, o meet you."
Meng Fanglia, who rushed over, immediately came forward to say hello, with a warm smile on his face, but his non-standard spoken language made Stilwell frown.
But at least someone came who could communicate normally. Stilwell didn't say much. He stretched out his hand, shook it politely, and asked, "Are you their commander?"
"yes, yes..."
"I have something very important to ask your commander. Can you tell me where he is?"
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