"Military seat, now Jiang Li's Fourth Mixed Brigade is heading north from the Ping-Han line.
When returning to Gansu, it must pass through Luoyang and western Henan.
When the Fourth Mixed Brigade left Shaanxi, we had strong troops and horses.
We didn't dare to touch them.
Now the Phoenix is losing its hair.
If you are not as good as a chicken, I don’t believe that you can’t move Jiang Wenhao’s fourth brigade with an army in your hands and a division in my hands.”
Ma Hongbin rushed to Ma Honglu's residence angrily.
There was someone in the court who wanted to be an official.
Although he lost Ningxia, thanks to the activities of Ma Fuxiang and Ma Hongkui, Ma Hongbin collected the remaining troops.
When he arrived in Henan, relying on Ma Hongkui's relationship, he still retained the establishment of a division and regained the strength of the May 6th Army.
Thousands of people.
Ma Hongbin still remembers the humiliation of being driven out of Ningxia a few months ago.
Ma Hongkui frowned.
Ma Hongbin and he had known each other since childhood.
His father, Ma Fuxiang, took good care of Ma Hongbin.
Now that he was the commander of an army, Ma Hongbin didn't have much respect for calling him.
"This matter is not that simple.
Jiang Wenhao's fourth mixed brigade can indeed recruit only 1,400 to 500 people now, and there are also a large number of wounded.
The rest are some recruits recruited, but the fourth mixed brigade is in Song Shanghai made a big name during the Anti-Japanese War.
If we take action against the Fourth Mixed Brigade, we will become the target of public criticism.
Once the trouble becomes known to the whole world, even Nanjing will have to make an adequate gesture. " Ma Hongkui shook his head and objected.
He naturally hated Jiang Li's 15th Route Army Ma Hongkui.
Ningxia was the place where his father could start his career.
Even if he left Ningxia because of the Central Plains War, his father still kept Ma Hongbin in his hometown.
But now the old nest has been robbed by Jiang Li.
But what can he do if the 15th Route Army is now strong and strong.
As for the fourth mixed brigade, even if it is destroyed, I am afraid it will not damage the vitality of the 15th Route Army.
Instead, you'll get yourself into big trouble.
Of course Ma Hongkui would not do such a thing.
Ma Hongbin tried to persuade him a few more times, but when he saw that Ma Hongkui was still unmoved, he left angrily.
"This Ma Hongbin is really restless.
Fortunately, Ma Hongkui still knows some sense of proportion."
What Ma Hongbin didn't know was that every move he made was caught in Liu Zhi's sight.
"Chairman, why don't you take the opportunity to beat up the Ma family?"
the staff member named Zhang suggested.
"No need, Ma Hongbin has lost power now, and Ma Hongkui is still sensible for the time being.
Now is a critical period for suppressing bandits.
It is not appropriate to create extraneous problems."
Liu Zhi shook his head and said.
As an absolute direct descendant of Chairman Chiang Kai-shek, he has never regarded the Ma Jiajun as a regular Central Army.
Even during the anti-bandit campaign, they were still on guard against the other side.
"China is really big.
The area of Northeast China alone is several times that of the empire.
From Jinzhou all the way south, it is thousands of kilometers.
For China, it is just a very small part of it.
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Such a vast land, such a lowly Human race, it’s really ironic, if there are such people in the empire mouth.
Resources, have long left the British and American ghosts far behind to become the world's hegemon."
A middle-aged Japanese wearing a black kimono and wearing wooden clogs hung an Japanese sword under his nose.
He hummed softly and looked disdainfully at the people coming and going downstairs.
"That's right.
I have stayed in China for so many years, drawn maps of various places, and personally measured the land of the Chinese people with my feet.
Only then did I know how vast China is.
Although the land of Chi'er is wider, most of it is deserted.
"With such vast land and rich resources in the world, only the United States can compare with it.
If we win China, it will be enough for the empire to become the world's hegemon," Kuro Kokichichi said enthusiastically.
"Has the city defense map of Zhengzhou been drawn?"
the middle-aged warrior asked.
"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life," Xiaojuchi Kurang nodded.
"Hey, the imperial army has occupied Jinzhou, which is equivalent to opening the door to the south.
The vast plains of North China are unsafe to defend.
The cowardly Chinese army is simply unable to resist the imperial army's surging southward.
The Chinese people's success in Shanghai will not be replicated.
The empire's The saber must first cut down in North China and go straight into the hinterland of the Chinese people."
The middle-aged warrior's face looked feverishly and greedily at the entire Zhengzhou downstairs, the people coming and going on the streets, and the vast land outside the city of Zhengzhou.
The middle-aged warrior stood up, opened his arms, embraced the boundless blue sky outside the building, and murmured to himself, before long, the rich land, dense crowds, and abundant resources under the sky will all belong to the empire and will all become an empire.
The foundation for achieving unparalleled hegemony.
But will things really be as these Japanese people recall in their minds?
No, by no means this country is poor, backward, and decadent at this time.
But things must be reversed at the extremes.
Under the pressure of the Japanese army, a determined and enterprising momentum is rising in this land that has been dormant for a long time.
A piece of newspaper was blown into the floor by the wind.
The middle-aged warrior vaguely saw the words on it and felt uncomfortable.
This is an old newspaper, exactly the headline posted by Shanna, new life from the ruins.
The middle-aged samurai was filled with anger and was about to step forward and tear the newspaper into pieces.
There was a rush of footsteps in the street below.
"The 15th Route Army is a soldier of the 15th Route Army."
The crowds on the street were surging.
Many students and citizens craned their necks to look at the iron-blooded army that was rumored to have frightened the Japanese army.
The roar of the engine sounded.
The next scene that shocked countless people was clearly reflected in the middle-aged samurai.
Kuro Kokichichi was startled when he heard the sound, and came to the railing with the middle-aged samurai.
Looking at the far and near scene at the street entrance, the soldiers in the brigade shouted in unison They came in steps, and the steel monsters clustered in the middle rushed here one after another from the direction of the train station.
"This, this, this is the latest Vicker tank."
The middle-aged warrior was stunned.
The artillery and the modified 79 machine guns were like ferocious beasts that chose people to eat.
One, two, three tanks, the tank fleet occupied the entire street as if there was no end.
Even though he was a middle-aged samurai, fanatics like Kuro Kokikuchi couldn't help but feel a chill coming from the bottom of their hearts when they saw this impressive tank convoy.
The middle-aged warrior couldn't help but wonder how much damage this unit would bring to the empire if it appeared in the war.
Even the empire, after experiencing the Battle of Fengtian and the Battle of Songhu, could not produce such a large tank force for a while.
"Listening to the voices of these Chinese people, this seems to be a newly purchased weapon by the 15th Route Army."
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Kokikuchi Kuro also said with a gloomy face.
"That's all.
The Chinese people's weak industrial base is simply unable to build a tank force of this size on their own.
They can only rely on purchasing from the outside world.
The current strength is only temporary, but the empire will soon be able to produce enough tanks.
For the tank army, destroy one to produce two.
The Chinese people's meager steel production will not be of much use under the crushing force of the empire."
The middle-aged warrior said this, but he couldn't help but feel a little sour in his heart
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