latelenovela Chapter 532: There are more than 100 million planes in Nanyang
Chapter 532: There are more than 100 million planes in Nanyang
Zhang Chi stood in the center of the viewing platform, his eyes calmly sweeping over the armored force under his command that was beginning to take shape.
He clearly felt the intense emotional fluctuations that Marshall was experiencing at that moment.
Products produced by the system must be of high quality and in huge quantities, so these vehicles must always be displayed.
His purpose in choosing to display it at the founding ceremony was very clear.
The first is to deter potential enemies, whether they are John and the remnants of the Japanese devils outside, or some local kings and separatists with ulterior motives inside, so that they can see the steel fangs of the Nanyang National Defense Army.
The second is to use this powerful force like a torrent of steel to maximize the morale and pride of all the soldiers and civilians of the new republic.
The third is to declare the rise of an emerging power in Southeast Asia that has powerful military force and is inviolable.
As for the explanation of the origin of these equipment?
As the founding father of Nanyang, the supreme commander of the army, navy and air force, and with the massive military force of over 600,000 elite soldiers backing him, why should he explain to anyone?
Strength is the best voice.
After showing off the majestic momentum of their own tanks, two special formations followed, representing the glorious battle achievements of the Nanyang Defense Force.
The first thing to arrive was a formation of captured Japanese armored vehicles.
Leading the way were a few relatively "decent" Type 97 modified medium tanks (equipped with 47mm guns), followed closely by more Type 97 medium tanks (equipped with short-barreled 57mm guns), and behind them were the rather shabby Type 95 light tanks, and even a few toy-like bean tanks (Type 94 light armored vehicles).
These tanks and armored vehicles painted with the torn Japanese military emblem, driven by the Nanyang soldiers, looked like toothless beasts, looking shabby and ridiculous.
Their existence silently tells of the glorious military exploits of the People's Army in defeating the invaders in the Pegu jungle and on the Malay Peninsula.
"Look! The devil's iron turtle!"
"We beat them all down!"
"Long live the Wehrmacht! Long live the Supreme Commander!"
The people's emotions were ignited again, filled with contempt for the invaders and pride in victory.
Some old people pointed at the tanks and excitedly told the children around them stories about the fight against the Japanese invasion.
The next formation to appear made the atmosphere on the viewing platform even more subtle - it was a formation of armored vehicles captured from the John people during the Battle of Chittagong.
The bulky "Prime Minister Qiu" Mk IV infantry tank, which was as heavy as a mobile bunker, led the charge. Its thick armor and short and thick gun barrel were particularly eye-catching.
Next came the Crusader cruiser tanks equipped with 40mm small guns (2-pound guns) and the earlier Matilda II infantry tanks, whose firepower seemed so weak when facing the Sherman of the Nationalist Army.
There are also some light armored vehicles such as the Bren machine gun carrier and wheeled armored vehicles.
These steel beasts that once symbolized John's colonial authority now bear bullet marks and traces of John's military emblem being deliberately painted or covered up. Under the control of Nanyang soldiers, they have become the best footnotes to the collapse of colonial rule.
The faces of several John merchants who were specially "invited" and sat in the corner of the viewing platform (mostly the bosses of the remaining foreign companies in Yangon) suddenly became as ugly as if they had eaten a fly.
They subconsciously straightened their backs, but felt extremely embarrassed and humiliated.
Seeing the former pride of one's country being displayed as a trophy is tantamount to a slap in the face in public.
They exchanged glances, filled with resentment and powerlessness.
The representatives of the White Eagle, the Bear and Gaul had undisguised smiles of gloating on their faces.
Seeing their old rivals, the Johns, suffer a setback, especially in the colony where they once boasted of their might, was more satisfying than drinking champagne.
White Bear representative Ivanov even whispered something to the adjutant beside him, with a noticeable curve at the corner of his mouth.
The Gallic representative adjusted his tie elegantly, as if he was enjoying a wonderful drama.
The people were in ecstasy.
The humiliation that had been suppressed for a hundred years was vented most thoroughly at this moment.
The square erupted in thunderous cheers and whistles.
Whether natives or Chinese, young or old, male or female, they all waved the national flag vigorously, danced, shouted, and cried.
Shouts of "John, get out!" and "We won!" rang out one after another.
For the local people of Southeast Asia who have experienced long years of colonialism, nothing can better prove the end of oppression and the glory of new life than seeing the equipment that symbolizes the colonists' military power being seized and publicly displayed by their own side.
This is not only a display of military victory, but also a grand ceremony of spiritual liberation.
A boy, waving a homemade tank model, rode on his father's neck, pointed at the John tank, and shouted in a childish but loud voice:
"Dad! That's the big turtle we caught!"
This caused the surrounding people to burst into good-natured and proud laughter.
The White Eagle, the Mao Bear and the Gaul representatives had smiles on their faces. They were happy as long as John's people suffered a defeat.
The people were even more ecstatic. After all, the John people had been domineering in this land for hundreds of years. Zhang Chi and the Nanyang Defense Force undoubtedly represented them in venting their anger.
Then a deafening roar of engines came from the sky.
Everyone looked up and saw a huge formation of dozens of fighter planes, like steel eagles, roaring across the sky over Yangon.
The first one is a new fighter jet code-named "Falcon" within the Nanyang Air Force. It is a deep improvement based on the P-51H "Mustang" fighter jet exchanged in the system, with the addition of underwing pylons.
They flew over the Jade Palace Square carrying a large number of uncharged rockets and aerial bombs, demonstrating their powerful ground attack capabilities.
Then came the SBD dive bombers of the Naval Air Force and the F6F Hellcat carrier-based aircraft equipped with dummy torpedoes.
They flew in a swallow formation in teams of 12 and performed a smoke show over the Jade Palace Square.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, colorful smoke columns floated in the sky, which was particularly eye-catching. The people on the ground waved the national flag and howled excitedly!
One team, one team, and another team.
On the viewing stand, Marshall, with his head tilted upwards, was already numb. The most advanced Mustang, the SBD and F6F of the HNA, were all cutting-edge fighters that the Pentagon had never provided. Now, at least hundreds of them were flying over his head.
He didn't know that it was a P-51H Mustang King produced by the system and not yet mass-produced by White Eagle. He thought it was just an ordinary P-51C/D Marshall calculated with his fingers that based on the factory price alone, the one flying in the sky was worth tens of millions of dollars.
Never mind, never mind...
Thinking that his current visit had the responsibility of continuing to provide aid to Southeast Asia and the Republic of China in the north, and arming them to launch a counterattack against the Japanese invaders, Marshall simply considered himself to have already signed the aid agreement.
But now that Nanyang already has the latest P-51 and F6F, it seems a bit unqualified for him to propose providing assistance with deeply improved P-40s, F4F carrier-based aircraft, and more M24 Chaffee tanks?
Marshall took a look at the eager Russian representative Ivanov and sighed in his heart, knowing that he would have to bleed heavily again.