After learning that Chen Dao was seriously injured, the senior Allied generals had different ideas. .

In the US military, Eisenhower.

I originally wanted to learn about the commanding art of this famous German general up close, but I didn't expect it to be the result. It was such a pity.

In the British army, Marshal Mountbatten.

Was he dead? It would be better to be dead, the executioner who massacred the British Expeditionary Force.

In the Chinese Expeditionary Force, Commander Zheng.

No, I must notify the country immediately that General Rosen is an old friend of the Chinese people and he must not die.

In Italy, Admiral Batista.

General Rosen is the business partner of his old superior Marshal Graziani, and nothing can happen.

The senior generals had different thoughts but surprisingly consistent approaches. They set off to the battlefield hospital in Liedu to visit Chen Dao's injuries.

However, after everyone arrived one after another, they were stopped by Major Lorentz and the doctor in front of the ward.

"General Rosen has been temporarily out of danger after rescue, but his current health does not allow him to meet everyone."

After leaving similar condolences and various gifts, the marshal and general left one after another.

Before seeing Chen Dao, the marshal and generals left with regret. However, journalists from all over the country patiently squatted outside the hospital, trying every means to inquire about the news from the hospital's medical staff, preparing to catch first-hand big news.

The famous General Luo Sen is now on his dying moment, or is it really improving? Will he be discharged from the hospital intact or with a disabled person in the future?

Before there was any definite news, journalists from all over the world decided to make a wave of big news first to increase the sales of newspapers according to their usual exaggerated style.

"General Rosen was sniped by Japanese snipers, and may be said to have died!"

According to a doctor who did not want to be named, General Rosen was seriously injured and not optimistic!

In the newspapers of Chongqing, China's accompanying capital, there are titles full of literary and artistic atmosphere.

"Die before you succeed, it will keep the hero full of tears!"

Under the bombardment of various shocking titles, news of Chen Dao's serious injury flowed into Japan through various channels.

In the headquarters of the Japanese Joint Fleet, Yamamoto Iroku and his confidant staff officer Minami were sitting on both sides of the desk, staring at the newspaper on the table with four eyes intently. No one spoke, and the air in the room seemed to be frozen.

After being silent for two minutes, Yamamoto Izuru shivered and squeezed out a sentence.

"The Army's group of red deer."

Genda Shin said, "If this holy war fails, we will not be defeated by the enemy, but by the army. They are the sinners of the empire."

The phone ringing suddenly rang, breaking the melancholy and anger between Yamamoto and the others.

Yamamoto Izuru picked up the phone.

"The Royal Conference? OK, I'll set out right away."

Yamamoto Iroru put down his phone and said to Shi Gendashi: "The Emperor is going to hold a meeting of the imperial court. I will set off now. You will continue to collect new information and must find out whether General Luosen is still alive."

In Germany, outside a two-story building in the western suburbs of Berlin, Oshima had breakfast, wore a leather coat, and habitually walked around the building.

After walking for half an hour, Oshima Hiro returned to the building, slapped the snowflakes on his body, took off his coat and asked the servant, "Have the newspaper been delivered?"

“It’s already on your desk, there’s big news.”

Hiroshima hurried into the office, picked up the newspaper on the table, and read it quickly.

After a long time, a tear fell on the newspaper.

"Pu, pu" Hiro Oshima's tears fell like raindrops, wetting the newspaper after piece.

Hiro Oshima twitched his nose, leaned against the sky, holding tears in his eyes, and gritted his teeth, "The army's group of red deer."

After a second pause, Hiroshima glared and roared loudly: "The sinner of the empire!"

An angry roar seemed to take time off Hiro Oshima's strength. Hiro Oshima fell on his chair, limp and weak.

As Hiroshima roared at Japan's dark future, a car rushed into the Luftwaffe headquarters building.

General Studenth, the director of the German Airborne Forces, jumped out of the car, hurried into the building, and headed straight for Goring's office.

From late 1942 to early 1943, Studente was also a beneficiary during the winter military expansion.

Goring personally approved the upgrade of the German Airborne Army to the army-level level, with two armies and six airborne divisions under its jurisdiction. The division-level units were fine-tuned, namely the First to Sixth Airborne Divisions, and Studente's rank was also promoted from general to general.

Studenth walked to Goring's office door and was immediately received by Goring.

After the two sat down, Gorene asked straightforwardly without any greetings: "Did you hear that Heinz was shot?"

Studen said, "I have heard of it, how is he doing now?"

"I can't die, but I have to lie in bed for a while. When he was awake, he dictated a telegram, proposing that you take over his position. The head of state has approved it. You pack your luggage and take off to India this afternoon."

"Do you have any instructions on the war in India?" asked Studenth.

"Heinz's shot cannot be in vain. This revenge must be avenged by our Air Force. You can do it according to this principle."

"I see."

"Also, you know Heinz's character. He will definitely not be willing to return home after being shot. After you arrive in India, when his injury stabilizes, arrange for someone to send him back immediately, and don't delay."

Studenter suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

This task seems familiar, do you want to be your brother-in-law's nanny again?

This is definitely the most difficult task of the Luftwaffe, no doubt.

Seeing Gorene staring at him, Studente could only nod even if he was unwilling to do so.

"I will send him back as soon as possible."

In the afternoon of the same day, Student took the -200 strategic transport plane to Baghdad, the capital of Iraq. After staying in Baghdad for one night, he set out again the next morning and flew to Delhi, the capital of India.

Chen Dao had been transferred from the front line to Delhi at this time. After the notice, Studente was taken to Chen Dao's exclusive ward by Major Lorentz.

Walking into the ward, Studente saw Chen Dao lying on the bed with a thick bandage wrapped around his neck.

He was actually hit in the neck and didn't die like this. He was such a lucky person.

Studenter pointed at Chen Dao and asked, "How is his injury now? What does the doctor say?"

Major Lorentz sighed first.

"Fortunately, the Japanese Type 38 rifle has strong penetration. The bullet just passes through the neck, and does not hurt the arteries, the trachea and cervical bones. Even the doctor said that he is very lucky. He cannot say too much for the time being, and his head cannot shake violently."

While the two were talking, Chen Dao raised his left hand and waved at Studente.

Studen bent down and put his ears close to Chen Dao's ear.

Chen Dao Shang said angrily: "The task of killing the Japanese will be handed over to you. The combat plan has been formulated. If you ask General Mandofir, he knows everything. Remember, get along well with the Chinese, Americans and Italians, be careful of the British."

Studen nodded heavily.

"I know, let me do the job of killing the Japanese. You can recover from your injuries. After your injuries are relieved, I will arrange for someone to send you back to your country. Both the head of state and the marshal of the empire are worried about you."

Chen Dao waved his hand.

"No, I won't leave. I can't be beaten in vain for this shot. I want to continue to stay here and seek revenge from the Japanese."

I knew it would be like this, and it seemed that I had to do the same.

Studente made up his mind and waited for Chen Dao to recuperate for a while and then his injuries became milder, and he would immediately send him back to his country, even if he was kidnapped, he would tie him up on the ship.

Having made up his mind, Studenter verbally said, "Okay, after your injury is healed, we will fight side by side."

After comforting Chen Dao a few more words, Studente turned around and left, rushed to the airport, and flew to the Ledo Front.

Major Lorentz sent Studenth away and returned to the ward.

"General Studenth is gone."

Chen Daoyi stood up, lifted the quilt, exposed the scattered playing cards on the mattress, turned his head to Major Lorentz and said, "The scapegoat is finally here, I can also take a safe shot in the sick person. Go, call the little brother, and we will continue to fight against the landlord."
Chapter completed!