Song Beiyun

In other words, there are still nearly a million European troops on the front line who have become his abandoned sons, just to delay time.

"You really get stuck in time."

The time when Song Beiyun set foot on the mainland of Germany was 22:21 pm on November 27, the [-]nd year of the new calendar.The awesomeness he boasted at the time can be regarded as being realized. No matter how many hardships he has gone through, at least he is now standing on German soil.

Looking at Germany in front of him, Song Beiyun let out a breath of white air, turned his head and looked at the main force that was gathering in this direction, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

"Rescue those people as quickly as possible, and then put them back." Song Beiyun said to the adjutant with his hands behind his back: "Then we will start the siege of Berlin."

The siege tactic is the most exhausting tactic. It tests the willpower of the city defenders. Since they choose to treat the wounded, these people must be used. Otherwise, they will be useless if they eat and drink. If it can't be achieved, it will not work, so according to this saving action, the Song Army's tactics have also been changed, from the initial shelling and bombing to bombing and siege.

The most difficult part here is probably the cold weather in Germany, but since it is difficult for them, it is even more a nightmare for the besieged people in the city.

In the winter that followed, the front line advanced slowly but solidly. While advancing, he carried out political work. This is the philosophy that Song Beiyun insisted on. He always took what he had seen and heard in that world and learned. The past content is used as the guideline for all actions.

As for why, it is mainly because it is easy to use, really easy to use.The mass line is always the best line in the world. As long as the rhythm and interest direction are adjusted to be consistent with the masses, then the next thing can be called the will of the people.

Song Beiyun is very familiar with this routine and is very comfortable with it. In order to adapt to the local development direction, he even made a series of changes to the soup cake religion to adapt to the local belief habits, and used this to carry out cultural erosion and transformation.

In fact, Europeans have never encountered such conquerors, and they even quickly integrated into this newly constructed cultural atmosphere without any awkwardness.

In their eyes, these strange Asians are not like soldiers, but like guests from afar. Compared with their previous experience, now that these Asians come, their lives are better.

There is bread in the stomach and firewood in the fireplace, so for ordinary people in this era, this is heaven.

The rhythm of the battle gradually relaxed, and the Asian army gradually closed the encirclement, gathering most of the European troops in the city of Berlin, and the moment when spring came, was the moment when the war came to an end.

Now Lao Song is thinking, if he has to give this war a name, then it is definitely not appropriate to call it World War, because it has not yet reached the world.And calling it the Eurasian War didn't sound so good. In the end, he thought about it, and finally came up with a good name, which was called the Legion of Europa Universalis Descending.

And when Song Beiyun was slowly making plans in Europe, Goudan also received a reply from Yan Shu, saying that it might be difficult to go to the north, but there is still a way to go, because Tubo has just been taken back, and there are still a large number of slave owners on it Revolt in groups, so if Goudan is willing to lead troops to completely liberate the Tubo area, there is still a vacancy for the Tubo provincial supervisor.

But of course Yan Shu would not go to cheat Song Beiyun's own son, he made this journey of suffering very clear, Tubo is located on a high plateau, it can be said that it is a place that lacks everything, and it is even difficult to eat up there A meal of cooked food, or even a cold can be fatal.

So whether to go or not depends entirely on the second master himself. If he is ready, he can leave for Chengdu immediately, and there are already people waiting there.

The second master hadn't slept for three days because of this matter, but the first thing he did when he woke up in a daze was to submit his resignation letter, and then he went straight to Sichuan with his luggage.

Men, after all, want to make some achievements for others to see. When you mention the word youth, you should repel mediocrity, and there is glory in the other side.

The second master didn't tell anyone about his itinerary, except Yan Shu. He knew it himself. This was an unprecedented opportunity for him. The defeat in court had already made him realize his shortcomings. You must never rely on the charity of others for your achievements, even if this person is your father or younger brother.

The second master's surname is Song, Song of Song Beiyun.As Song Beiyun's son, he already understood what kind of path he should take in order not to be looked down upon by others.

So he left, heading straight to the most bitter and difficult place, retracing the path that Princess Wencheng walked, to the top of the snow mountain, to the place closest to the sky.Fighting in such a place, if he could come back alive, he would no longer need to prove his existence.

Chapter 971: Sunny January 22, 12

Today is an important holiday in the West, probably similar to the Spring Festival on the other side, and the two sides had confirmed the day before that there would be a ceasefire today, and then the prisoners who had recovered or were about to recover would be sent back to the other side.

In fact, the European army is now fighting a war of beasts. They don't want to accept these prisoners, but if they don't accept them, their morale will inevitably fall to the bottom. Now they have no effective means to attack the airship because of the depletion of anti-aircraft weapons, and then refuse their own side. If the prisoners are captured, I am afraid that this battle will not be able to be fought.

There are about 8000 captives left, and more than 2000 of them are really unable to be rescued. How can I say this? It's really not that the Asian Army didn't work hard, but that they were delayed for too long.

These more than 8000 people entered the enemy-occupied area under the leadership of several soldiers of the Asian Army on a snowy Christmas morning, and personally handed over these prisoners to their supreme commander in front of hundreds of thousands of European troops.

"Our chief has brought you a message that winter is still long."

After finishing speaking, these soldiers of the Asian Army left here, and what they said made the highest defense officer here very angry. Doesn't it mean that the winter is still very long, which means that it is difficult for them to survive this winter.

It is impossible to surrender. It is okay for soldiers to surrender, but officers will be judged immediately after surrendering, and they know what they have done better than anyone else, and there is no possibility of surviving.

"It's so boring to have a truce during the holidays." Zhou Cheng was injured and is currently recuperating in the rear team. You can see the enemy's trenches and city walls, and under the heavy snow, the opposite side looks freezing enough.

"Their supplies may not be enough. The previous floods soaked most of their warm clothes. Now they are trapped in an isolated city, and they really may not be able to survive this winter."

Goudan put down the binoculars, turned around and lay on the slope of the trench, turned his head and said to Zhou Cheng: "Maybe we will be able to attack in early January."

Zhou Cheng took the telescope and looked at it for a while: "I heard that today is their New Year's Eve?"

"They call it Christmas."

"It's not bad, that's what it means anyway." Zhou Cheng scratched his chin: "What do you say we eat during the festival? Noodles, broth, ribs, oranges, what else?"

"Canned food, all kinds of canned food."

"That's right, that's right, I heard from the brothers in the back that we all eat disgusting canned food, and we can exchange a child in a village that has been swept away by these white-skinned devils." Zhou Cheng sighed: "Many people died of starvation." Woolen cloth."

"How do you deal with it now?"

"I don't know. Anyway, if our team encounters such a village on a mission, everyone usually leaves half of their rations for them. It's up to fate whether they live or die. But it seems that Mr. Song has signed an order, saying that tomorrow will start to give them to the surrounding villages and towns. The people sent a certain amount of food and tents."

"Ah."

Zhou Cheng took out a piece of jerky from his dirty clothes and chewed it. The hard jerky had no taste except salty, but this piece of meat was already the supreme delicacy in the surrounding villages.

"Master Song is really kind." Zhou Cheng felt salty, so he grabbed a handful of snow and ate it into his mouth: "If you want me to say, what do those devils have to do with us, and feed them with our things. "

Goudan sat there and laughed: "If you sit in father's position in the future, you will understand the reason."

"Don't dare to talk nonsense, brother Goudan...you are the prince, but I am not. If you talk nonsense, I will implicate the whole family."

"Nonsense!" Goudan glared at him: "I'm not a prince, and this thing is not hereditary. Didn't I squat in the same trench as you?"

"How about I say Mr. Song is amazing, this is the person who can send his own son to the battlefield, and he is not only a general, but also a soldier." Zhou Cheng rubbed his hands and smiled: "If I, my son goes to the battlefield, High or low must be a marshal."

"Let me be a marshal, and then personally order me to be chopped off?" Goudan flicked his head: "Speaking is nothing but brains, is it easy to be a marshal?"

Zhou Cheng didn't say anything but just smiled, and then picked up the binoculars and looked at it, but he found that dinner seemed to be on the other side, and everyone was holding a thin black piece in their hands. Eating, it looks very miserable.

"That's bread, right?"

"Black bread." Goudan explained: "They don't have enough food. Bran and sawdust are added to the bread, just to fight hunger."

"It's too damn miserable."

And at this moment, Goudan suddenly slapped his thigh: "I have an idea!"

"What do you think?"

"follow me!"

Goudan brought Zhou Cheng to the frontline command post, where Yang Wenguang was tossing a flower pot, and asked curiously after seeing him coming, "What's wrong?"

"Uncle Yang, do we want to have a game of buying people's hearts?"

"What do you mean?" Yang Wenguang put down his flowerpot, and looked at him curiously: "Go outside their defense line and make soup for them?"

"Huh? You know?"

"Your father used it 20 years ago. He did it when he regained Yan'an." Yang Wenguang smiled and said, "Why? Do you want to come here too?"

"I think so……"

Goudan told Yang Wenguang his thoughts. In fact, the content is very similar to what his father did 20 years ago, but the only difference is that this time Goudan will prepare soup for the opposite party in addition to making soup on the spot. For a little gift, there will be a line of words on the outside of the gift that they can understand, saying that if you surrender with that thing, you can go home directly.

How attractive this thing is, he doesn't know yet.But once this thing spreads, it will be easy to shake the morale of the army, and it may even directly cause the opponent's morale to collapse under the hunger and cold.

"Okay, I'll go ask your father for instructions."

"Ah."

Yang Wenguang rode his horse and went to the rear to find Song Beiyun. When he told Song Beiyun about this, Old Song laughed.

"He can play scheming? That's right." Song Beiyun nodded and said: "Anyway, you can see that you have more than enough supplies. You don't need to report this kind of thing to me."

"clear."

Yang Wenguang hurried back to the front line again, and immediately began to organize people to do this.

The first thing is to prepare a cauldron of stewing vegetables for the other party. This is easy to handle. The difficult thing is that the handwritten leaflets are really terrible, because there are only a few translations in the military camp, and there are still some prisoners who don’t recognize them. Word.

So this pile of notes became the heaviest task.

As for gifts, in fact, what other good gifts can be found on the battlefield, maybe an orange or a piece of jerky, anyway, just choose something that can be wrapped in this note.

The busy work lasted until the evening, and all the preparations were finally made.Although there is no way to cook for several 10 people at the same time, the [-] or so people facing each other on the front line are still fine.

So when the Asian army carried the pot to the middle of the front line and set the pot on fire, the Europeans on the opposite side were confused and didn't know what they were going to do.

But soon the ingredients began to be poured into the cauldron, and the smell of spices wafted over with the wind. In this hungry and cold Christmas, there is nothing more attractive than this thing.

Hundreds of pieces of meat in the huge iron pot are flying up and down. The meat stewed here is all the best meat, together with potatoes and spices from Persia, the taste can be said to be very fragrant.

How could those poor people eating black bread on the European front line stand up to this, their stomachs began to growl one after another.

But just at this moment, some locals beside the big iron pot of stew began to greet them in a language they could understand, calling them to eat meat.

Originally, the officers still wanted to suppress it, but their lives have been too hard these days. Faced with such a meaty thick soup, even the junior officers themselves can't bear it to some extent.

But if they went there privately, they would definitely be shot by the inspection team, so they quickly sent people to question those senior generals.

Invisibly, this is kicking the difficult problem in front of the senior generals. Whether to let it go or not, this will become a problem.

"Do you think the other side will agree?"

Goudan and Zhou Cheng also stood in front of a big pot and waited quietly. Zhou Cheng couldn't help but took out a bowl and started drinking it. The soup was delicious, the meat was thick, and the smell of spices filled his nose. , there is nothing more satisfying than drinking such a bowl of soup on a cold day.

Goudan is a disciplined person. He stood there motionless and waited quietly. After hearing Zhou Cheng's question, he smiled and said: "If you don't come, if you don't come, we will have a good meal in front of them." .”

"Hahaha, that's great."

Sure enough, the enemy's senior commander did not respond for a long time, and the aroma of the meat became more intense as the cooking time got longer and longer, and the smell seemed to hover over the opponent's position for a long time.

At this time, someone finally couldn't help it anymore, and saw a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy throw away the gun in his hand, and staggered towards the cauldron closest to him, and there was an inspector behind him. He has drawn his pistol and pointed it at him, but today is the armistice day. Once he shoots, he will be the first to break the armistice agreement, and the opponent's artillery will cover him immediately.

So even the supervisors didn't dare to shoot rashly, but the result was that more and more people rushed to the cauldron desperately and began to enjoy the warm meal given to them by the enemy.

There are not many things, a bowl of soup, two small pieces of meat and a piece of noodle cake. Even people who are not used to this kind of taste can't refuse such a bowl of greasy, thick and salty broth in such a severe cold climate.

They just stood there eating, and some people couldn't help but sing their Christmas songs, but more people cried out after eating and drinking, and then returned to their original place with the gifts given to them by the enemy. above the position.

"After this step, let's wait later." Goudan looked at the dots on the distant battlefield, then turned his head and smiled at Zhou Cheng: "How about we deliver pancakes later?"

"Anyway, I can fish and eat, I'm fine."

The effect of the first round of feeding was actually not that good, but by the time of the second round of feeding, the effect had already been seen, and the enemy frontline soldiers had actually begun to show signs of mutiny.

And Goudan also found that they were not the Iron Cross elites they met before, but the most ordinary soldiers. Many people even said that they were local residents when they were eating, and they were forcibly dragged into the army to become soldiers. There are even children in their early teens.

After getting this news, Goudan suddenly realized a very serious problem, that is, all the illusions before them, and the real elite may have already evacuated here.

But after he reported this important question to Yang Wenguang, Yang Wenguang just told him not to care about things that he shouldn't be involved in, and he just needs to do his own thing well.

Although Goudan also had doubts, he still continued to carry out the task of distributing food. In the middle of the night, he led someone to deliver pancakes and some canned food to the opposite side, and then retreated to his position.

What people didn't expect was that just after dawn, the enemy began to flee from the front line one after another. According to the contents of those notes, they were not made things difficult, and they were released after they were given some food.

And these things were tacitly understood by everyone, until the third night, things finally took a huge turn for the better.

After a bombing during the day, the night time was the time for both sides to rest, but suddenly they heard a burst of gunfire in the opposite camp, the sound lasted for less than 3 minutes and then disappeared, and then saw a fire in the enemy's position. One torch, and then more and more torches were lit.

Seeing this, the Asian army immediately prepared to stand in battle, but what they didn't expect was that after those people walked to the place where they had been drinking soup, they threw all their weapons on the ground and lined up to the Asian army's position.

This is the first time since the launch that there has been an organized surrender, and this garrison battalion first killed the person in charge of supervising them and then surrendered to the Asian Army under the leadership of the battalion commander. After that, Yang Wenguang directly said nothing to them After distributing food, warm clothes and a certain amount of currency, they were released.

This was the first time, and there was the second time. In the next few days until the New Year, the enemy's frontline troops surrendered on a large scale more than five times. There was a large space left.

This matter should have attracted the attention of their senior generals, but who knows what happened, the surrender did not wait for a change of defense, but turned a blind eye to it.

From this, Song Beiyun concluded that there must be something wrong with the high-level enemy defenders, otherwise such a major mistake would never have occurred.

Starting with this, the Asian Army began to sound the charge on Berlin, which had been bombed for half a month, on the first day of the new year.

Chapter 972: Rain on February 23, 1

"Report! When we arrived [-] kilometers away from the city, we encountered fierce resistance, and I suffered heavy losses!"

Song Beiyun stood up immediately after hearing the news: "The specific battle situation!"

When listening to the report from the front line, he finally knew where the source of the fright that had started this morning came from. He said that it was absolutely impossible for these people to give up resistance so easily, and the abandonment of their front line troops seemed to mean that all supplies Deployed to the elite army in the true sense of the city.

According to the report, after the Asian army entered the outskirts of the city, it was immediately suppressed by the firepower hidden in the bunkers, and a machine gun would suddenly protrude from some places that seemed to be just ruins to shoot the Asian army.

Under such circumstances, the offensive pace has been seriously hindered, and it can even be said that it is impossible to move an inch.

The current problem is that the terrain of Berlin is complex, and the houses and ruins have become its best bunkers, and the enemy divisions are very scattered, and they are basically relying on favorable terrain to launch a comprehensive defense.

Under such circumstances, even the most elite troops will suffer greatly when they encounter this level of ambushes.

Moreover, they supplied all the supplies of the outer frontline troops to the city, and now the supplies in their city can be said to be very sufficient.

Then if you attack by force, you may really be beaten to pieces.But the effect of the siege is no longer enough to deter the enemy.

"The firepower in these two areas is particularly dense, but the problem is that the terrain of this place is narrow, and there is no room for large troops to enter. The suppression capabilities of artillery and airships are also very limited now, and the complex terrain in the city has..."