Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Those who achieve great things are fearless in the face of danger.

Facing the expectant eyes of their allies, the consultants in the headquarters began to act like a wound-up spring under Cheng Shifa's well-organized arrangement.

Combining the intelligence collected before the war and the firepower distribution exposed by the enemy's strongholds, the comrades quickly came up with a new offensive plan.

"Brother Wen, you will set off now and take charge of the headquarters of the 304th Division. You have only one task, which is to urge the soldiers to attack from the east. You must have firm beliefs and maintain the intensity of the attack, and never be defeated by the difficulties in front of you."

"I will go to the 308th Division, and everyone will change direction and strive to take down the enemy in one fell swoop."

"The Siamese are too arrogant. They actually concentrated all their firepower on the south and north. They think we are stubborn and inflexible."

At this point, Cheng Shifa finally realized the fighting style of the Indochina Peninsula. That is to play a round-based system, just like opening a K card game.

In the previous battles, whether it was the active charge of the Viet Minh or the small-scale counterattack of the Siamese stronghold, they would wait for the opponent to make a move after a round, without any awareness of taking advantage of his weakness to kill him.

As for continuous combat and interspersed detours?

Sorry, our region does not have this theory. It is the limit of brain capacity to leave a reserve team in advance for emergency.

And this outrageous unspoken rule will be completely changed after the strong entry of the advisory group. What's fun about a board game like K card? Even if Red Dragon has a certain degree of difficulty, can't you play War Thunder?

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As expected, under the personal supervision of the commander-in-chief of the campaign and the representative of the advisory group, the attack of the 304th and 308th divisions finally looked like a human being.

It took fifty minutes for the front-line troops to finally capture the Siamese stronghold in the disputed area.

"Colonel Cheng! We won. We really won this time!"

"You are indeed a wise man. The enemy did not rearrange their positions on both wings. The commandos got the first place without much effort."

"I have personally verified the battle report this time. There is absolutely no possibility of deceiving the superiors and hiding the truth from the subordinates."

After these words came out, Cheng Shifa, who was originally tense, breathed a sigh of relief. He slowly slumped in the middle of the stone pier, with a look of despair on his face.

Before leaving, Cheng Xiazi thought that the border area and the headquarters valued him.

Now he just wanted to know whether Director Huang recommended him to come to the Indochina Peninsula because he secretly smoked a few cigarettes last time and made the boss unhappy.

Tired, really too tired.

Was it difficult during the Red Army period? Not difficult. Was it difficult to climb snow-capped mountains and cross grasslands? Not difficult. Was it difficult to fight alone in North China? Not difficult. What was difficult? The harder!

Although they were only commanding 5,000 people and attacking a stronghold garrisoned by a battalion-level unit, the comrades seemed to have returned to the Battle of Zhongtiao Mountain.

How could the Viet Minh and the French resistance organizations, both of whom were guerrillas, be so different?

After a short rest, Cheng Shifa returned to work. He first ordered to contact the consultant representative of the ambush troops, and then said with a serious face:

"I know that the Viet Minh fighters have serious guerrilla habits, and I also know that it takes some time for guerrilla warfare to transform into mobile warfare."

"But today's situation is really too much. Brother Wen, have you ever thought about what would happen if I failed to reverse the situation?"

"In large-scale battles, military discipline must be strict. Evasion and false reports must be taken seriously and must be dealt with. The responsibilities below must be investigated, and first of all, their division commanders cannot escape!"

That year, the Red Napoleon was thirty-one, and he was just starting to command the front line, standing like a minion.

Facing the "reprimand" of the consultant representative, Brother Wen wanted to dig a crack in the ground with his toes to get in.

It was so embarrassing. It was one of our own people who took the initiative to ask for the inspection of teaching results, and it was also one of our own people who fled in the chaos during the war. It was really a waste of people.

Fortunately, at this time, the teacher's professional experience saved him again. In order to calm the consultant representative, Brother Wen hurriedly reviewed:

"In this battle, the troops exposed many defects. Among them, the problems of not being punctual, not being able to flexibly use communication equipment, and the middle and high-level commanders being afraid of death and deceiving their superiors were particularly serious."

"It's not too late to mend the fold after the sheep have been lost. After the operation is completely over, I will definitely carry out targeted training on the above issues."

"The commander of the 304th Division will also deal with it seriously according to military law, and there will definitely not be any ending where merits and demerits are offset. Please give the Viet Minh another chance!"

Hearing this, Cheng Shifa nodded weakly.

Now he is on someone else's territory, and he has no right to be too broad.

What's more, he has witnessed a series of incredible operations today. Even if the Viet Minh troops are dragged down, they should not be able to break through the lower limit in a short time.

"Okay, I will assist as much as possible."

Before Cheng Shifa finished speaking, a signalman walked into the command center with a detailed battle report and casualties statistics.

At the invitation of Brother Wen, the comrades of the advisory group gathered together to see what the enemy and our casualties ratio was.

But just a glance, everyone showed a playful expression. Because in the enemy kill column, the number 1437 was written.

"Come here! Call the two division commanders!"

"I just promised the consultant representative that I would deal with the bad habit of deceiving superiors as soon as possible. Who wrote this "Headquarters Battle Report"? Could it be that there are Japanese ancestors in your family?"

Seeing the furious Wen Ge roaring and cursing as he walked out of the command center, the consultants present all shook their heads in amusement.

However, their smiles soon disappeared without a trace, because the number of casualties was really not small.

Forget about falsely reporting the results of the battle, it has nothing to do with the comrades anyway, just treat it as a regional feature. But casualties are different, which more or less represents everyone's professional ability.

Moreover, a 5,000-man army almost lost all its organization after losing 800 people. The Beiyang Army more than a decade ago was not so exaggerated.

After a while of silence, Cheng Shifa finally broke the silence.

"Five thousand surrounded seven hundred, with a large number of troops and firepower, and still lost 800 people. What's the big deal? There are so many talents."

"After the operation is completely over, we must increase the intensity of daily training. Otherwise, relying on those sneaky coffee heads, I really don't know when we can open up new routes."

"Received!"

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Half an hour later, in the combat meeting room of the Siamese stronghold.

At present, the Viet Minh has not yet fully grown, and the fighting method of building a stronghold and fighting a stupid battle will only increase the casualties. After all, the enemy's annual military expenditure is a quarter of the national income, and it is not easy to deal with planes, tanks and artillery.

For this reason, the advisory group plans to empty all the supplies in the stronghold and then withdraw directly to Lan Cang. It is believed that the Siamese will never act rashly before they are sure of the opponent's details.

"Something is wrong, nine out of ten are wrong."

"It has been seven hours, why haven't the enemy's reinforcements come yet? It's only a distance of 40 kilometers. Even if the Siamese ride pigs, they should be able to arrive, not to mention that they are semi-motorized troops."

"Brother Wen, send another telegram to the ambush circle to ask what the situation is."

In the conference room, Cheng Shifa stared at the military map intently. He really couldn't understand what the enemy's regional commander was thinking.

Logically speaking, as long as the main force of the Viet Minh attacked the B stronghold, the A stronghold would definitely send troops to reinforce.

This is a key transportation point. Anyone with a military mind will not let it be conquered, otherwise the entire defense zone will be cut into two sections that cannot respond to each other.

As long as the enemy dares to go south, they will definitely fall into the ambush of the 312th Division. It is always much easier to annihilate the enemy in an ambush than in a siege.

But now, several hours have passed and the enemy has not appeared.

Could it be that the Siamese also play the main trick of standing still when friendly forces are in trouble? It can't be that the rain delayed the military information, right?

Just as Cheng Shifa was thinking hard, the Viet Minh communicator came to the conference room with a telegram in hand. After entering the door, the soldier didn't even say hello, obviously something big happened on the front line.

"Report to the commander-in-chief, Colonel Ding, there is a call from the ambush circle!"

"Fifteen minutes ago, Major Liu of the advisory group discovered reinforcements from Point A. The enemy dispatched two battalions of infantry, as well as several European light tanks and armored vehicles."

"The target will enter the ambush circle in about half an hour"

At this point, the communicator paused. He handed the telegram in his hand to Brother Wen directly, and then lowered his head and began to play ostrich.

However, Cheng Shifa didn't think so much. The long-awaited annihilation war was finally about to start. After being frustrated for several hours, an honest man also had to vent his anger.

"Quick! Brother Wen! Hurry up and let the 312th Division and the two independent regiments tighten their pockets."

"We must let the soldiers seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! If this battle is won, it means that a main regiment of the Siamese will be completely annihilated."

"Let's set off quickly and try to reunite with the brother troops as soon as possible to reduce our own losses as much as possible."

After speaking, the consultants instantly recovered their full blood. Everyone started to pack up quickly, taking away what they should take and burning the extra ones.

But after half a minute, the comrades did not wait for the response of the commander-in-chief of the battle.

Driven by curiosity, Cheng Shifa temporarily stopped his actions and cast a suspicious look at Brother Wen. The other party's face turned red, as if he would be cooked in the next second.

"Brother! I was wrong! I deserve to die!"

"I am incompetent and I have no discipline. All the troops in the ambush circle have gone back to eat. There is no one on our position!"

Either break out in silence or perish in silence.

Obviously, Cheng Shifa is the former. Hearing such shocking news, he slammed the pencil in his hand on the table.

The ferocious expression is very much like a mustache who knows that his order has not been implemented.

Withdrawing from the position because of eating is a stupid behavior that even pasta can't do. If the Khan of Tongliao is free, the weird little country may have to have more material for half an issue.

"I'm so pissed! Hurry up and get those idiots back to the battlefield!"

"I swear, after this operation, I will personally escort the commanders of the 304th and 312th divisions to see Lao Hu."

"If you can fight, fight. If you can't, get out. If my 772nd Regiment is with me, I can lead the team to penetrate Siam alone, and I can also deal with the defeated Japanese 21st Division."

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"The first battle was a victory, but tactically speaking, it was a defeat.

The actual number of enemy strongholds was 719 (the Viet Minh falsely reported 1544), and my attackers numbered more than 5,000. After several hours of fighting, we were forced to evacuate halfway.

Therefore, I think the Viet Minh still needs to attack small bases to gradually train its combat effectiveness, especially to correct leadership style, improve organization, and intensify cadre training.

Otherwise, the combat plan is empty, and a good cook cannot cook without rice. "

After reading the diary brought back by Cheng Shifa, Director Xiao felt that he had a lot to say. I am afraid that such a sloppy army cannot be found in the whole country.

The most outrageous thing is the main force responsible for the ambush. On that day, they were actually yin and yang in front of the military adviser because they were caught in the rain for several hours.

They said that Brother Wen and Cheng Shifa left them in the ravines and ran away to eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks.

It was precisely because of the resentment in their hearts that a division plus two independent regiments returned to the original garrison to cook, almost delaying the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Fortunately, there were not many normal people in Siam, and they were delayed for several hours because of hiding. After the rain stopped, the 312th Division re-arranged the ambush circle.

I can only say that this pair of wonderful opponents are not human.

After silently complaining in his heart, Director Xiao's face returned to a smile again.

No other reason, I have to go back to China.

"In the second half of this year, there is a high probability that there will be a tough battle in Shandong Province. As the head of the North Sea Fleet and the principal of the Eighth Route Army Naval School, I must return to Weihai to take charge."

"After I leave, I also hope that the Viet Minh troops at all levels can strengthen training. Of course, the ideological education work of cadres cannot stop."

"As for the selection of teachers, you don't need to worry. I have compiled the textbooks, and Wang Zhengwei will temporarily take my place during this period." (End of this chapter)