Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated.

Those who achieve great things are not afraid of danger.

Facing the expectant eyes of their allies, the consultants in the command center began to act like a wound-up spring under the orderly arrangement of Cheng Shifa.

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

"Brother Wen, you will leave now and take charge of the 304th Division's headquarters. You have only one mission, which is to urge the soldiers to attack from the east. You must remain firm in your convictions and maintain the intensity of the attack, and never be defeated by the difficulties before you."

"I'm going to the 308th Division. Everyone change direction and try to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop."

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

At this point, Cheng Shifa finally understood the fighting style of the Indochina Peninsula. That is, it is mainly a round-based system, just like playing a game of K cards.

In previous battles, whether it was the Viet Minh's proactive charge or the small-scale counterattack of the Siamese strongholds, they would wait for the opponent to attack after a round, with no intention of taking advantage of the opponent's weakness to kill him.

As for continuous combat and interspersed and detours?
Sorry, our region does not have this theoretical doctrine. Being able to leave a reserve team in advance for emergencies is already the limit of our brain capacity.

This outrageous unspoken rule will be completely changed after the strong entry of the advisory group. What's so 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 representatives of the advisory group, the offensive of the 304th and 308th Divisions finally took on some form.

After fifty minutes, the front-line troops finally captured the Siamese stronghold in the disputed area.

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

"You really have foresight. The enemy did not rearrange their positions on the two wings. The commandos gained the advantage of being the first to reach the target without much effort."

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

After hearing this, Cheng Shifa, who was originally tense, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. He slowly slumped down in the middle of the stone pier, with a look of despair on his face.

Before setting off, Blind Cheng still felt that he was valued by the border region and the headquarters.

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

Tired, really tired.

Was it difficult during the Red Army period? Not difficult. Was it difficult to climb snowy mountains and cross grasslands? Not difficult. Was it difficult to fight alone in North China? Not difficult. So what was difficult? The harder it got!
They were clearly only commanding 5,000 men and clearly only attacking a stronghold garrisoned by a battalion-level unit, but the comrades seemed to have returned to the Battle of Zhongtiao Mountains.

Why are the Viet Minh and the French resistance organizations so different even though they both originated from guerrilla groups?
After a short rest, Cheng Shifa returned to work. He first ordered to contact the advisory 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 will take some time to transform guerrilla warfare 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 turn the situation around?"

"In a large-scale battle, military discipline must be strict. Matters of routs and false reports of war must be taken seriously and dealt with. The responsibilities below must be investigated, and first of all, their division commander cannot escape!"

That year, Red Napoleon was 31 years old and had just started commanding on the front line, standing like a minion.

Faced with the "scolding" from the consultant representative, Brother Wen wished he could dig a hole in the ground with his toes and crawl into it.

It's so embarrassing. It was our own people who took the initiative to request to test the teaching results, and it was also our own people who fled in the chaos during the war. We really let our people down.

Fortunately, his teacher's professional experience saved him again. In order to calm the consultant representative, Wen quickly reviewed:

"During this campaign, the troops exposed many shortcomings. Among them, the problems of not being punctual, not being able to flexibly use communication equipment, and the fear of death and deceiving superiors by middle and high-level commanders were particularly serious."

"It's never too late to mend the fence 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 strictly according to military law. There will definitely not be any outcome where merits and demerits offset each other. Please give the Viet Minh another chance!"

Hearing this, Cheng Shifa nodded weakly.

We are now on someone else's territory, and you have no right to interfere too much.

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

"Okay, I'll help as much as I can."

Before Cheng Shifa could finish his words, a communications soldier walked into the command center with a detailed battle report and statistics of their own casualties.

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

But after just one glance, everyone showed a playful expression, because in the kill column, the number 1437 was clearly written.

"Someone! Call the two division commanders over here!"

"I just assured the advisory representative that we 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 Brother Wen walking out of the command center roaring and cursing all the way, the advisory group present all shook their heads in amusement.

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

It's OK to lie about 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 force of 5,000 people almost lost its organization after losing 800 people. Even the Beiyang Army more than a decade ago was not so exaggerated.

After a while of silence, Cheng Shifa finally spoke to break the silence.

"Five thousand surrounded seven hundred. With superior numbers and firepower, they still lost eight hundred men. What a big deal! There are so many talented people out there."

"Once the operation is over, we must step up our daily training. Otherwise, with those sneaky coffee heads alone, we really don't know when we can open up a new route."

"Roger that!"

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

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.

"There's something wrong. Nine out of ten things are wrong."

"It's been seven hours. Why haven't the enemy reinforcements arrived yet? It's only 40 kilometers away. Even if the Siamese are riding pigs, they should be able to get there. What's more, they are a semi-motorized force."

"Brother Wen, send another telegram to the ambush circle and 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 Point B, Point A would definitely send reinforcements.

This is an important transportation hub. Anyone with a military sense will not allow it to be conquered, otherwise the entire defense zone will be cut into two sections that cannot respond to each other.

As long as the enemy dared to move south, they would definitely fall into the ambush of the 312th Division. It was always much easier to destroy 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 played the same trick of standing still when their allies were in trouble? It couldn't be that the rain delayed the military intelligence, right?

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

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"Reporting to the commander-in-chief, Colonel Ding, the ambush circle is calling!"

"Fifteen minutes ago, Major Liu of the Advisory Group discovered reinforcements coming to 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, then lowered his head and began to play ostrich.

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

"Quick! Brother Wen! Quickly have the 312th Division and the two independent regiments close the gap."

"We must let the soldiers seize this golden opportunity! If we win this battle, we will completely wipe out a main Siamese regiment."

"Let's set off quickly and try to join up with our brother troops as soon as possible. We must minimize our losses as much as possible."

After that, the consultants instantly recovered their health. Everyone quickly started to pack up, taking away what they needed and burning the rest.

But after half a minute, the comrades still did not receive a response from the commander-in-chief of the battle.

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

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

"It's my incompetence and my poor discipline. All the troops in the ambush circle have gone back to eat, and there is no one on our position!"

Do not erupt in silence, but perish in silence.

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

That ferocious expression was very much like that of a man with a mustache who found out that his orders were not carried out.

All of them left their positions just to eat, which is a stupid behavior that can't even make pasta. If the Khan of Tongliao had time, the weird little country might have to produce more material for half an issue.

"I'm so pissed! Get those idiots back to their positions!"

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

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

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

The actual number of enemy troops in the stronghold was 719 (the Viet Minh falsely reported 1544), and our attackers numbered over . After several hours of fighting, we were forced to withdraw.

Therefore, I believe that the Viet Minh still needs to build up small strongholds in order to gradually improve its combat effectiveness, especially to correct its leadership style, improve its organization, and intensify the training of its cadres.

Otherwise, the battle plan is empty, and a skilled cook cannot cook without rice."

After reading the diary that Cheng Shifa brought back, Director Xiao had nothing but complaints. Such a disorganized army, I'm afraid you won't find one in the whole country.

The most outrageous thing was that the main force responsible for the ambush acted weird in front of the military adviser just because they were caught in the rain for several hours that day.

They said that Brother Wen and Cheng Shifa abandoned them in the mountains and went off to eat and drink delicious food.

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

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.

All I can say is that this pair of wonderful opponents are not human at all.

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

It’s nothing, I’m going back to my country.

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

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

"As for the selection of teachers, you don't need to worry. I have already compiled the teaching materials, and Political Committee Wang will temporarily take my place in the class." (End of this chapter)