Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

The jungle march was long and grueling.

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

The fuse of the war is about to be triggered.

In the temporary headquarters of the 308th Division, Cheng Shifa, who had just completed his inspection, could not afford to rest. He worked hard and wrote quickly, perfectly restoring every bit of the recent days in his diary.

"The Viet Minh and Siam are really a pair of excellent opponents. Their investigative capabilities are equally matched. The former's slowness and inactivity were beyond my expectation.

The latter has never taken the initiative and shows no sign of expanding its advantage.

The war is about to begin, but the enemy pretends to be passive and suffers a beating, which is strange.

The current training results are great, and tactical and ideological problems have been initially solved, especially the use of artillery shooting, explosives and machine guns. However, the reform of the regularization of Viet Minh troops still needs to continue. "

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

"Brother Wen, please quickly order the troops at all levels to pay attention to concealment. We must not let the enemy discover our traces."

"I just saw several groups trying to bury pots to cook. Isn't this nonsense?"

"Be patient for a day and wait until the first stronghold on the border is captured, then let the soldiers eat freely. At that time, whether it is coffee or bread, everyone can choose."

The Viet Minh's large-scale combat preparations indeed aroused the vigilance of the Siamese. Fortunately, the other party did not take it seriously, let alone send a reconnaissance plane to observe along the way.

But come to think of it.

In the perception of the opposite party, only Vichy and Benzi in the entire Indochina Peninsula are considered regular armies. The former is a defeated general who lost his territory, and the latter is the eldest brother of his own camp. Neither of them poses a threat.

As for the Viet Minh?

I have never heard of a guerrilla force composed of beggars having any combat effectiveness. No matter how many people there are, they are just a bunch of targets.

They don’t even have uniform uniforms, so why are they pretending to be the Eighth Route Army?

"Okay! I get it!"

"Colonel Cheng, don't worry. Although I have no experience in commanding large-scale battles, I know who can lead us to victory. Everything you tell us will be strictly implemented by the Viet Minh!"

After hearing the instructions from the accompanying advisor, Brother Wen led his men out of the headquarters without any hesitation.

If the Viet Minh wants to win the first battle, it must make use of the Siamese's empiricism. Only by letting the enemy's past combat experience turn into a coffin to bury them will victory be more than just talk.

Because of this, the main force must be well concealed, so as to give the enemy the illusion that everything will be fine if the position is reinforced.

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

"By the way, don't forget to notify everyone of the time of the general attack. At six o'clock tonight, the entire army will attack! 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 force of the two Viet Minh divisions, together with nearly a thousand Canglan local armed forces, launched a general attack on the enemy stronghold under the cover of artillery.

Ten kilometers away from the front line, Cheng Shifa and Brother Wen were at the headquarters and maintained real-time contact with troops at all levels.

Ding Wei and several staff members were watching the battle on the front line, just to get off the field in time to micromanage to put out the fire at the critical moment.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Although the Type 94 mountain artillery captured from the Japanese army had insufficient grenade lethality due to the amount of powder charged. But relying on the accumulation of numbers, you can still barely achieve the effect of being as funny as you and your bunker.

The two main divisions of the 304th and 308th did have the disadvantage of insufficient training.

However, relying on the three-three system of the entry-level version and the number of troops several times that of the enemy. The combat zone also has a sense of immediacy that my soldiers are endless and your troops are losing casualties every minute.

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

Fortunately, hard work paid off, and after several hours of fighting, the 304th Division finally "captured" the border stronghold.

"Huh! I can finally rest. Brother Wen, I'll take a nap for a while. You quickly give the order and let the soldiers clean the battlefield and be ready to go north to support the friendly forces at any time."

"If you have any news, just wake me up at any time."

After learning the news of the victory, Cheng Shifa, who felt extremely tormented, took a deep breath. The overnight march and the formulation of an attack plan made him sleepless for days and nights.

Now that the first battle was won, the accompanying consultants finally had a chance to take a break.

However, not long after he fell asleep, Cheng Shifa was dragged up by Ding Wei who suddenly broke into the command post. At this time, Old Ding's face was stained with blood, and even his military uniform was in tatters. "Sleep, sleep, sleep! What time has it been? You're still sleeping!"

"The stronghold hasn't been captured yet, and the results just sent from the front are all fake!"

As soon as these words came out, Cheng Shifa instantly became red-hot. His face, which was originally sallow from days of marching, suddenly turned the color of pig liver.

"Ah, what's going on!"

"Why do the Viet Minh still water the battle reports? Did they also learn from Benzi and A Chou?"

In the previous few hours of fighting, the 304th and 308th divisions made a lot of fools of themselves. He was obviously passable in various tactics, but his true colors were revealed not long after he entered the battlefield.

The most outrageous thing was the command system. If the advisory group didn't know that the troops in front of them were their students, then everyone would really have thought that preserved fruits had come to Indochina.

The grassroots commanders are one kilometer away from the combat zone, and the battalion and regiment level headquarters are eight poles away from the front line. Isn't this the combat style of the Central Army?

In addition, having no sense of time is also a serious problem.

It was clearly promised that the general attack would be carried out on time as soon as darkness fell, and all commanders above the company level were equipped with watches, but the vast majority of the troops did not take action on time.

What's more, it took a long time to enter the position four hours late.

After listening to the report of his old comrade-in-arms, Cheng Shifa froze on the spot. After being a soldier for fourteen years, this is the first time I have encountered such a strange thing.

After trying to calm down his mood, he gritted his teeth and asked:

"So what happened to the victory phone call just now? Did the commander of the front-line troops dare to report it without confirming the specific results?"

Twenty minutes ago, the regiment-level units under the 304th Division relied on the cover of 60mm mortars, Type 92 infantry artillery and brother troops to finally touch the core circle of the enemy's stronghold.

However, subsequent support failed to keep up, and the enemy's infantry and armored vehicles regained their position.

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

Silence, deathly silence.

After thoroughly understanding the ins and outs of the matter, Cheng Shifa wanted to strangle the commander to death with his own hands. But reason told him that the top priority was to end the battle now and go north to join the ambush force.

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

"I don't care what means you use, you must let the two mountain artillery battalions come close to shoot! Only by letting the enemy's artillery throw rat-proof weapons can the enemy not dare to fight back easily."

"I took Brother Wen to the front line! I don't believe it. Could it be that the commander-in-chief and advisors went to the battle in person, and there are still troops who dare to work but don't work hard!"

Blessings come in pairs, and misfortunes never come alone.

Just when Cheng Shifa was about to set off, Brother Wen suddenly broke into the tent with a look of panic. After seeing the backbone, he decisively took his ally's hand and cried:

"No! The Siamese air force is about to arrive on the battlefield!"

"The 304th Division on the front line collectively refused to obey the command. They have abandoned all the positions they occupied today and are now retreating to the forest to the east."

"The headquarters should also be transferred quickly. The enemy is too strong. We will definitely not be able to defeat them with such a small number of troops."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Shifa picked up the enamel jar at hand and threw it to the ground.

Five thousand versus seven hundred, a full seven times the strength. Our own side also has a heavy firepower advantage, so why is it so difficult to fight a tough battle?

After venting his anger, he was extremely lucky that Director Xiao and his team came to the Indochina Peninsula. Otherwise, with the body of his own brigade commander, he would definitely die of anger here.

But anger is anger, and the battle still has to be fought. In order not to waste all his previous efforts, Cheng Shifa ignored the instructions from the headquarters and directly took over the command and ordered:

"You can go on your own if you can. At worst, I will stay here alone with the advisors to fight."

"Aren't they just a few old-fashioned biplanes from a few years ago? I don't know what you are afraid of. The 304th Division brought two anti-aircraft artillery batteries in 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 haze, obviously his dissatisfaction with the Viet Minh was reaching its limit.

"I just went to the commanding observation post. Let alone the enemy's plane, I didn't even see a bird! The battle report is false, and the intelligence is also false. What on earth do you Viet Minh have that is true?"

"The defeat of the frontline troops now undoubtedly gives the enemy time to regroup."

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

Under the double shame, Brother Wen finally regained his courage.

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