Age of Conquest Reborn

Ito Genzaburo's words were too heavy. They were like a hard stone, hitting General Minamino's head directly. He was so hit that stars appeared in his eyes and he was speechless. Is it possible to partner with such a boss?

This was a warning and a rhythm that directly encouraged him to go. The fire in General Minamino's belly was extinguished immediately, not even a spark was left. He sighed deeply and said with infinite sadness: "Commander Ito

, I have been feeling very unwell recently, and I may not be able to make suggestions for the commander. I want to take a few days off to recuperate, and I hope the commander will approve it!"

"I approved it. It's up to you, Chief of Staff Minamino, to train as long as he wants, and I won't disturb you!" General Ito agreed without hesitation, without any intention of holding back. He originally regarded this self-proclaimed aloof old guy.

, I got too close to the navy people, spending the whole day with five or six of them, not knowing how much I weighed, and pretending to be incomprehensible and full of wisdom.

Just in time, he took the initiative to take sick leave, which also gave him an excuse to tell this old guy who didn't know where the bench was to get out, so as to save himself the annoying hassle of pointing fingers all day long. There are still so many old troops in his Australian army, that

Not a hundred times stronger than this old man!

General Minamino staggered away, his back looking so lonely and melancholy. Before leaving, General Ito didn't even get up to say goodbye. With a hint of contempt at the corner of his mouth, he watched him leave, and then, the first thing he did was

The only thing he could do was to immediately recall his old commander, Major General Kawasaki, as the chief of staff of the Australian Army Headquarters.

Since General Ito was transferred back to the base camp and served as a sinecure, his old subordinate Major General Kawasaki also received a cold reception and was sent to a remote desert island in the Eastern Pacific to serve as the garrison commander of a garrison with only a thousand people.

That night, General Yamamoto left angrily and never returned to the headquarters. He did not want to see the face of that bastard Ito Yanzaburo. The next day, he took his team and left Salt Lake City by car and rushed to Los Angeles.

, the seat of the Combined Fleet Headquarters. Two days later, the Japanese Navy Combined Fleet left the west coast of the United States and headed for the eastern Indian Ocean.

Several aircraft carriers and hundreds of warships formed a huge formation, galloping westward on the vast sea of ​​the Eastern Pacific. Admiral Yamamoto stood on the deck of the fleet flagship, looking back with infinite melancholy at the west coast of the United States that had disappeared from sight.

, bid farewell to the North American battlefield that carries its glory and glory. From now on, everything here has nothing to do with me, but I have a strong feeling that after leaving, I will never have the chance to come back!

"Alas! I left in anger and didn't even say goodbye to Minamino-kun before leaving. How rude!" Admiral Yamamoto said with emotion to Rear Admiral Matsuda, the fleet chief of staff beside him, "I hope Minamino-kun can restrain that arrogant and ignorant person.

Deep down, Ito Genzaburo, he stayed at the North American Combat Command. It is the empire’s luck! At least, I’m not so worried!”

Chief of Staff Matsuda was silent, with an unnatural expression on his face. "What's wrong, Matsuda-kun?" General Yamamoto asked in surprise.

Chief of Staff Matsuda sighed and replied: "Commander, before the fleet, I sent a telegram to General Minamino in your name, explaining the reason why you were unable to say goodbye to him in person!"

"You did a very good job!" General Yamamoto looked at his loyal chief of staff with admiration. What does it mean to cooperate with each other and complement each other? This is it!

"General Minamino has called back!" Chief of Staff Matsuda looked at General Yamamoto's face and said cautiously: "General Minamino said in the telegram that just after you left the headquarters, General Ito has approved General Minamino's long-term leave of absence.

Body!"

"What?" General Yamamoto's face suddenly looked very ugly. What did Ito Genzaburo want to do, to eliminate dissidents? The cloud in his heart became more and more intense, but he could do nothing.

At the southernmost tip of the Indochina Peninsula, at the Singapore Independent Division Navy and Air Force Base, dozens of trucks and military jeeps were parked on the dock. Teams of capable soldiers were boarding the ship. If you look closely, these soldiers are all officers. The port

There are several small troop transport ships and three large gunboats parked here. However, compared with the scene a few days ago when the independent division troops went out with thousands of troops, the scale of less than a thousand people was very inconspicuous.

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Tang Qiuli, with his capable command team and three detachments of the division's guard brigade, was preparing to set off for the battlefield on Sumatra Island. The guard brigade had already boarded the ship, and the dock became deserted.

Beside Tang Qiuli, the three wives, Mei Ting, Mei Xue and Liu Xinlan, were all dressed in military uniforms, with red eyes and full of reluctance. Originally, Tang Qiuli was not prepared to let the three of them go when they rushed from Yangon to Singapore.

They followed, but Mei Ting and the others insisted on sending them off, so they had no choice but to bring them with them.

"I'm about to board the ship, you guys should go back too!" Tang Qiuli hugged his wives in turn and said with a smile, "It's just the Strait of Malacca, and there are a few gunboats escorting it, so don't worry if there's any danger!

It’s not like I’ve never been on the battlefield! Besides, it’s not far away!”

Mei Ting carefully arranged her husband's military uniform and warned her again, "You can't hear the sound of gunfire and rush up as if you've taken medicine! In addition, you should pay attention to your health!"

Mei Xue stared at her big beautiful eyes and threatened: "I have repeatedly told Captain Huang to watch you closely! If you lose a hair, he is the only one I will ask!"

Liu Xinlan's clear eyes contained reluctance and worry, and she said faintly: "I'm waiting for you to come back!"

The escort commander of the troop transport formation loudly asked for instructions: "Captain Huang, all the troops have boarded the ship. When will the formation set off?"

Shan Hu looked at the pier, smiled, shook his head and said, "Don't worry, wait for the teacher to come up!"

The small ships formed a formation and left the port to sail to the opposite island of Sumatra. Tang Qiuli stood on the deck of the gunboat, looking back at the far away dock. Three slender figures were waving desperately.

Finally disappearing from sight, my eyes are filled with the azure blue water of the Strait of Malacca, but it will always be engraved deep in my heart, and I can't help but feel a wave of heat in my heart.

"Are you still watching? Women are trouble!" Shan Hu also arrived on the deck at some point and said with a smile: "Xiao Qiu, I find that you are becoming more and more affectionate!"

"Stay aside!" Tang Qiuli glared at Shan Hu, and then said happily: "It feels so good that someone is thinking about you. Alas, talking about relationship matters with a rough guy like you is just a waste.

What a waste of time!”

"Who said that?" Shan Hu glared unconvinced and retorted: "Ouyang praised me for understanding emotions! Last time I went back to Dingbian, I bought her a scarf and made her happy. She was happy for several days!

"

"It means that Ouyang has taken a fancy to you!" Tang Qiuli said disdainfully, "You said you are so good. You are stupid, big and black. You are lucky. When you were in Xi'an, a hero came to save the beauty.

, which confused Ouyang Lan!"

While the two childhood friends were bickering, the troop transport ship had already approached the port of Bagan Yabi on the beach of Sumatra. A few days ago, this was the place where the regiment directly landed. Although a few days had passed, there were still bomb craters all over the beach and the pier.

Collapsed bunkers and bunkers, as well as charred ruins and broken walls, can still be seen everywhere. It is not difficult to imagine the ferocity of the shelling by the troops directly under the corps when they landed.

The first unit of the directly affiliated corps did not stop after landing here. It is now the dock where the logistics supply ships docked. Xiao Jinshan, commander of the 9th Brigade, left a company of troops responsible for daily security work, away from Singapore, the starting point of the attack.

, only separated by a narrow strait, it already belongs to the rear area, so naturally there is no need to worry about the Japanese counterattack or anything.

The company commander, Captain Liu Dazhu, received a telegram directly from the brigade headquarters a few hours ago, telling him that a group of troops would be disembarking from here today and that they must do a good job of guarding them. This telegram really frightened Liu Dazhu.

One jump.

Normally, the orders received by the company were all issued by the battalion headquarters. Several levels away, the brigade headquarters issued orders directly. This was the first time Liu Dazhu, who had been a company commander for several years, encountered this. He couldn't help but think to himself,

"It stands to reason that the main force passed a few days ago. What other troops are left behind? Probably the logistics troops?"

From a distance, Liu Dazhu saw several troop transport ships and escort gunboats docking at the dock. He hurriedly ordered the communications troops to communicate with semaphores. After confirming that their identities were correct, he gave the order for the ships to dock. Then, he took ten

Several soldiers came to the dock.

Although the contact signal was correct and the identity of the other party was the same as stated in the telegram from the brigade headquarters, Liu Dazhu was still worried and wanted to check it himself.

A group of people walked off the springboard and got closer and closer. Liu Dazhu was dumbfounded at that time. Not to mention the people behind him, not one of the dozens of fully armed people walking in front was an ordinary soldier.

The lowest ones also held the rank of second lieutenant, and majors and lieutenant colonels were not uncommon. The murderous aura exuded by these officers in particular made Liu Dazhu, who had experienced great battlefield scenes, actually tremble in his heart.

"They are all masters who have at least dozens of lives in their hands!" Liu Dazhu muttered to himself and stepped forward to greet them.

As soon as he arrived at the battlefield and smelled the familiar smell of gunpowder smoke, Shan Hu's spirit became highly excited. Without him giving orders, the soldiers of the guard brigade naturally took strict security measures, and he walked directly towards the battlefield.

On the dock, the officer was obviously on guard.

Liu Dazhu and Shan Hu came face to face. Looking at the big man who looked like an iron tower in front of him, he felt uncomfortable. But the golden general star on the epaulette of this big man's military uniform dazzled Liu Dazhu. Oh my god.

, that’s a major general, at the same level as the brigade commander, who are the people here, the major general is a guard!

"Hello, sir! Liu Dazhu, commander of the Bayan Yabi Port Guard Company of the Ninth Brigade of the Directly Affiliated Corps!" Liu Dazhu saluted crisply and neatly. Although he was beating in his heart, he still performed his duties and said solemnly: "Sir, please show me your ID. This will help us check your identity!"

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