Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated.

The jungle march was long and torturous.

After nine days of trekking through mountains and rivers, a large number of Viet Minh main forces and the accompanying advisory group finally arrived quietly at the outskirts of the enemy's stronghold.

The fuse of the war is about to be sounded.

In the temporary headquarters of the 308th Division, Cheng Shifa, who had just finished his inspection, had no time to rest. He wrote furiously, perfectly restoring every detail of the past few days in his diary.

"The Viet Minh and Siam are a perfect match, with their reconnaissance capabilities being on par with each other. The former's slowness and lack of enthusiasm were beyond my expectations.

The latter never took the initiative to attack and showed no signs of expanding its advantage.

It's strange that with the war approaching, the enemy is taking a passive attitude and is ready to be beaten.

The current training has achieved great results and has initially solved the tactical thinking problems, especially the use of artillery fire, explosives and machine guns, but the reform of the regularization of the Viet Minh troops still needs to continue. "

After expressing his depression, Cheng Shifa put down his notebook and pen and sighed heavily.

"Brother Wen, you must quickly give orders to all levels of troops to pay attention to concealment. We must not let the enemy discover our whereabouts."

"I just saw several groups trying to bury the pot and cook. This is just nonsense."

"Be patient for a day. Once we capture the first stronghold on the border, we'll let the soldiers eat as much as they want. By then, whether it's coffee or bread, everyone can choose."

The large-scale combat preparations of the Viet Minh did indeed arouse the vigilance of the Siamese. Fortunately, the other side did not take it seriously, let alone send reconnaissance planes to observe along the way.

But come to think of it.

In the eyes of the other side, only Vichy and Japan were considered regular armies in the entire Indochina Peninsula. The former was a defeated general who had ceded land, and the latter was the big brother of their own camp. Neither posed a threat.

As for the Viet Minh?

I have never heard of a guerrilla army composed of beggars having any fighting power. No matter how many people there are, they are just a group of human targets.

How can we pretend to be the Eighth Route Army when we don’t even have uniform?

"okay, I get it!"

"Don't worry, Colonel Cheng. Although I have no experience in commanding large-scale battles, I know who can lead us to victory. The Viet Minh will strictly implement everything you tell us to do!"

After hearing the instructions from the accompanying consultant, Brother Wen led his men out of the command center without any hesitation.

If the Viet Minh wanted to win the first battle, they had to make use of the Siamese empiricism. Only by turning the enemy's past combat experience into a coffin to bury them, would the victory be more than just empty talk.

For this reason, the main force must be well concealed so that the enemy will have the illusion that all will be well as long as they reinforce their position.

"Okay, as long as we work together, all problems can be solved."

"Oh, by the way, don't forget to inform everyone of the time for the general attack. The entire army will attack at six o'clock tonight! The soldiers still have nine hours to rest, so everyone must act on time."

"no problem!"

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Accompanied by the roar of twenty-four mountain cannons, the main forces of the two Viet Minh divisions, with nearly a thousand Canglan local armed forces, launched a general attack on the enemy strongholds under the cover of artillery.

Ten kilometers away from the front line, Cheng Shifa and Wen Ge were stationed at the command center, keeping in touch with troops at all levels in real time.

Ding Wei and several staff officers were watching the battle on the front line, just to intervene in time to put out the fire at the critical moment.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The Type 94 mountain guns captured from the Japanese army, although the grenades are not lethal enough due to the amount of charge, but by piling up the number, you can still barely achieve the effect of being as funny as you and your bunker.

The two main divisions, 304 and 308, did have the defect of insufficient training.

However, with the entry-level three-three system and a force several times greater than the enemy's, the battle zone still gives you a sense of my soldiers being endless, while your troops are suffering casualties every second.

With the dual advantages of manpower and firepower, the Viet Minh troops fought from dusk to midnight.

Fortunately, hard work pays off. After several hours of fierce fighting, the 304th Division finally "took down" the border outpost.

"Huh! Finally, I can take a break. Brother Wen, I'm going to take a nap first. Quickly give orders to the soldiers to clean up the battlefield and be ready to go north to support our friendly forces at any time."

"Just wake me up anytime if you have any news."

After hearing the news of victory, Cheng Shifa, who was in great distress, breathed a sigh of relief. The overnight march and the formulation of the attack plan had kept him awake for days and nights.

Now that the first battle has been won, the accompanying consultants finally have a chance to take a break.

However, before Cheng Shifa had slept for long, he was pulled up by Ding Wei who suddenly broke into the command post. Ding's face was covered in blood and even his military uniform was tattered. "Sleep, sleep, sleep! It's already late and you're still sleeping!"

"The stronghold has not been taken yet. The results just sent from the front are all fake!"

As soon as these words came out, Cheng Shifa's face turned red. His face, originally sallow due to days of marching, instantly turned into the color of liver.

"Ah, what's going on!"

"Why would the Viet Minh inflate the battle reports? Did they learn this from Ben Zi and Ah Chou?"

In the previous few hours of fighting, the 304th and 308th Divisions had made a fool of themselves. They had learned all kinds of tactics well, but their true colors were exposed not long after they entered the battlefield.

The most outrageous thing is the command system. If the advisory group had not known that the troops in front of them were their students, everyone would have really thought that it was Guo Su who came to Indochina.

The grassroots commanders are one kilometer away from the battle zone, and the battalion and regiment-level command posts are even farther away from the front line. Isn't this the combat style of the Central Army?

In addition, lack of time concept is also a serious problem.

It was clearly agreed that the general attack would be launched as soon as dark, and all commanders above the company level were equipped with watches, but the vast majority of the troops did not act on time.

What's worse, they finally entered the position four hours late.

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After listening to the report from his old comrade, Cheng Shifa was stunned. He had been a soldier for fourteen years, and this was the first time he had encountered such a bizarre thing.

After trying to calm himself down, he gritted his teeth and asked:
"So what happened to the victory call just now? Did the commander of the front-line troops dare to report it without confirming the specific results of the battle?"

Twenty minutes ago, the regimental units under the 304th Division finally reached the core circle of the enemy's stronghold with the help of 60mm mortars, Type infantry guns and the cover of brother units.

However, the follow-up support did not follow up, and the enemy's infantry and armored vehicles regained the position.

The commander of the 304th Division only received the first half of the news and thought that his main regiment had taken the lead. In order to take credit, he sent the unconfirmed battle report back to the battle command post.

Silence, deathly silence.

After thoroughly understanding the whole story, Cheng Shifa wanted to strangle the commander to death. However, reason told him that the most important thing was to end the battle quickly and go north to join the ambush troops.

"Old Ding, hurry back to the artillery position."

"I don't care what means you use, you must get the two mountain artillery battalions to close in and fire! Only by making the enemy's artillery hesitate can we prevent them from easily retaliating."

"I'll take Brother Wen to the frontline! I don't believe it. The commander-in-chief and the advisor will go to the frontline personally, and there will be troops who dare not work hard!"

Blessings are unparalleled, and misfortunes do not come singly.

Just as Cheng Shifa was about to leave, Brother Wen, looking panicked, suddenly broke into the tent. After seeing the backbone, he decisively grabbed his ally's hand and cried:

"Oh no! The Siamese air force is about to arrive at the battlefield!"

"The 304th Division on the front line collectively disobeyed orders and has abandoned all positions occupied today. They are now retreating to the forest in the east."

"The command center should also move quickly. The enemy is too strong. We can't defeat them with such a small force."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Shifa picked up the enamel pot next to him and threw it hard to the ground.

More than 5,000 against 700, a full seven times the number of troops. Our side also has a heavy firepower advantage, so why is it so difficult to fight an offensive battle?

After venting his anger, he was extremely glad that it was Director Xiao and himself who led the team to the Indochina Peninsula. Otherwise, with his brigade commander's physical condition, he would have died of anger here.

But no matter how angry he was, he still had to fight. In order not to give up all his efforts, Cheng Shifa ignored the instructions from the headquarters and directly took over the command and ordered:

"If you have the guts, go ahead and leave. At worst, I can stay here with the advisors to fight."

"They are just a few old biplanes from a few years ago. I don't know what you are afraid of. The 304th Division brought two anti-aircraft artillery companies to this battle. It's not certain who will win."

At the same time, Ding Wei, who had just gone out to verify the intelligence, returned to the headquarters again. His face was covered with a layer of haze, and it was obvious that his dissatisfaction with the Viet Minh was close to the limit.

"I just went to the observation post on the commanding heights. I didn't even see a bird, let alone an enemy plane! The battle report is fake, the intelligence is also fake, what on earth is true about you Viet Minh?"

"Now that the front-line troops have been defeated, it will undoubtedly give the enemy time to regroup."

"No matter what the outcome of this battle is, I will report the entire process to Lao Hu and our border region."

Faced with the double shame, Brother Wen finally regained his courage.

He first used a portable communicator to strictly stop the 304th Division commander from fleeing. Then he looked to Cheng and Ding for help, waiting for the two advisors to turn the tide. (End of this chapter)