Finally, Nie Li listened to the report and immediately made his decision.
"We will launch a general offensive in the early hours of tomorrow. Our chariot team will cover the allies' attack on Kyoto."
"The Air Force provides fire support, and no one is allowed to compromise."
"In addition, the training of troops and the intensification of the conflict between the Allied Forces and the foot pot chickens are almost done. Let's put ten of the newly arrived 250 mm large-caliber artillery guns up and see the effect! Tell the artillery department not to be stingy with shells."
The staff did not expect Mr. Nie to make the decision so quickly.
Someone asked hesitantly: "Are those ancient buildings and the imperial palace in Kyoto still going to be left?"
Nie Li glanced at him lightly: "Is there any need to keep this?"
In an instant, everyone knew what Nie Li was thinking.
They all nodded.
No more words.
Nie Lexu noticed that his tone was a bit harsh. It was not easy for these advisers.
He explained: "What I want is this land and the people here. As for their culture and those nihilistic things, try not to keep them."
To put it mildly, the staff members are all top students and excellent people.
I still don’t understand what Nie Li means.
In combination, Nie Li was already in the occupied area and ordered the regional education department to conduct Chinese teaching and some basic cultural propaganda, and things were smooth in an instant.
"Yes! Mr. Nie! We will issue the documents according to the second plan."
Only then did Nie Li smile.
"Okay! I'm waiting for news from the front line."
When an official reaches Nie Li's level, in fact, he no longer needs to know those particularly basic things.
What he has to do is to check for omissions and fill in the gaps, and to control the general direction.
Because there are too many smart people.
If you, Nie Li, can do everything better than your subordinates, then is it necessary for your subordinates to exist?
It is also a blow to the enthusiasm of these subordinates.
Instead, discover and develop your subordinates.
So sometimes, even though Nie Li has already learned in the system and can make better plans, he doesn't say it.
As long as it is not a critical moment of life and death, Nie Li is willing to give the people below a chance.
Only in this way can real talents be cultivated.
Power must be concentrated and thoughts must be unified, but it must not be imprisoned so that subordinates can only follow orders.
That's not what a leader should do.
Nie Li's words affected the actions of 50,000 Nie Army headquarters soldiers and 200,000 auxiliary troops.
The battlefield that had just fallen silent became roaring again.
Various preparations began one after another.
In the early morning of the second day.
The radio waves sent out from Nie Li's office by Manli, the leader of the telecommunications team, spread throughout the army.
Nie Jun headquarters.
The chariot rumbled out.
Behind them was a large group of allied soldiers.
The chariot served as a bunker and set off towards Kyoto's last line of defense.
The field artillery in the rear was also in position and aimed at the predetermined position.
With a loud sound!
The artillery shells formed a beautiful barrage in the sky, like bursts of meteors streaking across, extremely dazzling.
For the large-caliber artillery unit, a few people controlled the self-propelled artillery and stuffed a full 250 mm artillery shells into the chamber.
Every shot is like thunder coming from the sky.
Every move brings countless karma!
But no one cares about that at the moment.
Chariots advance with infantry, which is unsolvable in this era. The barrage cover of artillery gives the infantry a greater sense of security.
Kyoto's first line of defense launched counterattacks from time to time, but at this time, their counterattacks seemed so futile.
Nothing can shake the advancement of the steel torrent.
Qichuan is an expert and knows that his side's artillery shells cannot stop a large-scale attack.
Looking at the battlefield filled with people all over the mountains and plains, Qichuan from the heights allowed the artillery to attack freely.
Because large-scale bombardment may not be as accurate as these troops' random attacks.
Maybe it can fool some people?
At this moment, the battle line was less than a kilometer closer to the defense line.
Those soldiers on the defensive line who were standing ready to avoid enemy shelling were all sweating profusely or their hands were wet.
Nervance showed on his face.
Decisive battle.
They wanted to escape, but the gendarmerie and the supervisory team were all staring at them.
No one dared to escape.
We can only hope that death will come later.
Watching the shells exploding next to me and taking my comrades away, I felt inexplicably relieved.
"Hurry, hurry! Come on, Chinese people."
It's torture.
One thousand meters is already the shooting range of the tank, but the tank did not fire.
The heavy track branches made a rustling sound.
Nie Jun machine gunners wearing steel helmets are ready to fire the trigger at any time.
Eight hundred meters.
Six hundred meters!
Five hundred meters!
bump!
With the sound of a gunshot, the curtain completely opened.
The Nie Army machine gunners wearing steel helmets sprayed bullets wantonly, leaving dust and smoke wherever they went.
And those stupid soldiers also tried their best to pour out all the bullets.
The bullets made little flashes of light on the chariot, and the sound of collision was endless.
From time to time, unlucky members of the Allied Forces would be hit by bullets.
But there is no fear.
The officers of the Allied Forces shouted at the top of their lungs one by one: "Yamamoto, I'm going to kill you! I told you how many times you have to hide behind the tank, why are you so anxious!"
A soldier in his thirties was pulled over.
"Follow us, follow us all. Our steel chariots are like iron walls. As long as we stand behind, the enemy's bullets cannot hit us!"
Boost morale.
Although the soldiers of the Allied Forces were a little panicked, after all, it was the first time for infantry and tanks to cooperate with real swords and guns, so of course it was a bit chaotic.
Fortunately, they regained their composure under the command of high-quality grassroots officers.
Follow the chariot towards the position step by step!
From time to time, he fires Buddhist-style marksmanship once or twice. Whether he hits or not depends on his fate. The most important thing is his momentum.
Finally, the soldiers could no longer stand the oppression of being unable to hit the enemy. Some began to roar and release bullets, and some even stood up to get a better angle.
But they were all named by the calm tank gunner.
Qichuan looked at the helpless troops through the telescope, the corners of his mouth twitching and the veins on his hands exposed.
"Where's the death squad? Send them up quickly!"
Mouthing in his mouth.
Now it's a fighter plane.
As long as these tanks are destroyed and the soldiers are beaten back, then this time they will be defended.
Sure enough, the commanders of the Foot Pot Chicken also started to exert their strength.
Roaring angrily: "Suicide Squad, where are your explosive packs and Molotov cocktails? Shajiji!"
An attempt was made to blow up the tank.
Sure enough, in a trench that the chariot was about to cross, a large group of people wearing white cloths on their heads, shirtless and holding explosive packs or bottles of their favorite sake suddenly appeared, frantically heading toward the battlefield. The car runs.
Miki's battalion was scattered behind four or five tanks, and saw the sudden appearance of the footbath chicken death squads.
The pupils shrank.
"Quickly, aim at these people and don't let them get close to the chariot!"
.....In Memory of the Garden of Ten Thousand Gardens
Literature Museum
