. "It seems they want to break through!" Maindel, wearing a paratrooper's cap, strode to a temporary table made of several empty ammunition boxes, with a military waterproof map half-expanded on it.

"It is unlikely that Seoul is going to be dead. Going back to the mountains is simply a desperate situation, so they either go north or retreat south! But who are they talking about General Chun-shang? Could it be that they led their troops to reinforce? Where is the location of Chun-shang and his troops now?"

Meindell thought to himself.

"At most 3 hours... be sure... don't go..." After interpreting these words, the communications soldier began to adjust the frequency of the transmitter again, but this time he never found the signal just now.

"At most 3 hours? Do they say they can meet in three hours?" Meindell asked with his back to the telegraph.

The communications soldier shook his head, "This is unsure!"

"But from the previous text, this is very likely!" The staff officer next to him interjected.

"3 hours..." Maindel continued to search on the map, "If it was a walk, it should be not far from Seoul! But before dark, our reconnaissance plane did not find other Japanese troops appearing nearby!"

"Is it a forced marching?" The staff officer gestured on the map with a ruler, "It's impossible for Pyongyang! Daejeon is impossible! Gwangju even more impossible!"

"No, you can't think about it like this!" Meindel waved his hand. "Although our air force has carried out targeted bombings on major railways, roads and vehicles on the Korean Peninsula, this cannot completely cut off the liaison between the Japanese troops! Maybe they have a basically accessible road, maybe they are sneaking in the woods all day long, maybe they are one..."

"Cabin?" The staff officer was shocked.

"Caval!" Meindel nodded.

"Then we have to report this situation to the command center as soon as possible! If it is really a Japanese cavalry, then we and the Korean guerrillas around Seoul will be in trouble!" The staff officer quickly analyzed, "By the way, we must ask the command center to send a reconnaissance plane quickly!"

"Well, send a telegram to the command immediately, as for the reconnaissance plane..." Meindell raised his head.

Although the guns and cannons outside are still dense, you can still hear the roar of Junkers ju-iif hovering in the hollow.

"You mean..." The staff officer suddenly realized.

Meindell quickly walked to another radio station used to communicate with the aviation force, "Sabre!

Sabre! This is a mushroom, please reply when you hear it!"

After a moment of rustling, "Mushroom, mushroom, here is the saber! What are the instructions?"

Meindell looked at the staff officer beside him, "I am Colonel Eugenmaindel, the commander of the 2nd Parachute Infantry Regiment. How many planes do you have now?"

"Col. I am Lieutenant Sinkwitz, the commander of the grandson of the 4th Bomber Squadron of the USS Alsace aircraft carrier. I now have 5 Junkers ju-iif bombers here, and we are very happy to serve you!"

Meindell asked again: "How long can you fly?"

The other party did not hesitate, "We must return at most 40 to 45 minutes!"

Meindell paused for a few seconds, "Very good, Lieutenant! We are worried that there is a Japanese army coming here now, but we cannot determine the other party's direction, we only know that the other party is about 3 hours away from here! So, Lieutenant. I hope you can go and reconnaise!"

The other party quickly replied: "Col. Although your request is not within our responsibilities, I believe that as long as we contact the mothership, we can solve it! But. Do you have no general direction for the other party? Is it still 3 hours to refer to walking or taking a bus?"

Meindel grinned, "Lieutenant, I'm sorry we know nothing about this. We learned the news from the enemy's telegram. The situation is incomplete, so we can find out these situations as soon as possible!"

The other party hesitated for a moment, "But it's night now, and we don't have special reconnaissance equipment! I'm very worried about whether we can complete this task smoothly!"

Meindell seemed to have thought of a countermeasure just now, "Lieutenant, try to fly as low as possible. If the other party has a large number of people, you should still hear some movement!"

After thinking for a while, the other party replied, "Okay, Lieutenant, let's do our best!"

It was late at night, but a two-story villa located on the outskirts of Daejeon was still brightly lit. In the lobby on the ground floor, dozens of Japanese staff officers wearing yellow and green officer uniforms were busy. The clock's hour hand was just pointing to 3 o'clock. Next to the stairs leading to the second floor were two fully armed but tired soldiers. The bayonets on their rifles occasionally reflected dazzling light under the light.

"this……"

After reading the telegram received by the communications officer, a slightly fat colonel wearing glasses looked embarrassed. This was obviously a very important document, but it is well known that Koi Iso Kyosaki, who was resting upstairs, was in a bad mood. If he wanted to hand over the telegram and escape...

Thinking of this, the colonel closed his eyes in pain, and what appeared in his mind was the last time he was slapped by Kosu and his swollen face for a full week.

For Japanese soldiers, being slapped by their boss is not a rare thing, but when they encounter a tough character like Koi Iso Kyosaki, few people can withstand it. This is already well-known in the General Command of the Asahi-Japanese Army. However, the staff officers always shirked each other and refused to report it.

The colonel looked up at the communications officer in front of him who was only about 20 years old. His face, which was still very calm just now, suddenly panicked.

"You, send this document!"

The Colonel glanced at the stairs with his eyes.

Although the unlucky guy looked reluctant, he did not dare to refuse explicitly when the army ranks were several levels apart, so he had to walk towards the stairs with a bitter face.

At this time, the Colonel Glasses's face did not feel the pleasure of pranking people, but a look of relief. Having such a boss is really a nightmare for every subordinate.

As expected, less than a minute after the lieutenant went up, the harsh roaring sound surged down the stairs like a tide. Even the person standing in the corner of the hall could deeply feel Koiki Koi's anger. The situation in front of him might not have no room for recovery, but the commander of the Gunshan Port garrison, Yamada Hanoki, led his troops to surrender to the German army, was an extremely devastating news for the Japanese officers and soldiers who believed in Tadawu, especially Koiki Koiki, who was Yamada's direct superior. Once the military headquarters decided to kill a warning to him, he would definitely not escape heavy responsibility.

After the roar, there was nearly a minute of silence. If the officers in the hall heard the slap in the face, they would not be surprised. However, such silence made them feel heavy and depressed. Could it be that the poor lieutenant simply fainted, or did the angry Koiki Aki himself faint?
Chapter completed!