Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Those who achieve great things are not afraid in the face of danger.

Facing the expectant eyes of their allies, the advisers in the headquarters started to act like clockwork under Cheng Shifa's orderly arrangements.

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

"Brother Wen, you set off now to take charge of the headquarters of the 304th Division. You have only one mission, and that is to urge the soldiers to attack from the east. You must have firm beliefs and maintain the intensity of the attack, and you must not be defeated by the difficulties in front of you. fall."

"I'll go to the 308th Division. Let's all change directions and try to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop."

"The Siamese are so arrogant that they are concentrating all their firepower on the south and north sides. This is because they think we are incapable of adapting."

Now, Cheng Shifa finally understood the fighting style of Indochina. That is to focus on a turn-based system, which is like opening a game of K cards.

In previous battles, whether it was an active charge by the Viet Minh or a small-scale countercharge by the Siamese stronghold, they would wait for the opponent to make a move after the end of a round, without any intention of killing him while he was sick.

As for continuous combat and interspersed detours?

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

And this outrageous hidden rule will be completely changed after the strong entry of the advisory group. What’s so fun about board games like K Card? Even if Red Dragon is difficult to get started, can’t you still play War Thunder?

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Sure enough, under the personal supervision of the campaign commander and representatives of the advisory group, the attacks of the 304th and 308th divisions finally took shape.

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

"Colonel Cheng! Victory, we really won this time!"

"You are really good at predicting things. The enemy actually did not rearrange their positions on the two wings. The commando team gained the advantage of being the first to get there without much effort."

"I have personally verified the battle report this time. There is absolutely no possibility of deception."

As soon as these words came out, Cheng Shifa, who was still nervous at first, breathed a sigh of relief. He slowly slumped down in the center of the stone pier, with a look of despair on his face.

Before setting off, Cheng Xiazi thought that the border area and the headquarters were taking him seriously.

Now he just wants to know whether Director Huang recommended him to come to Indochina 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. Is it difficult to climb a snow-capped mountain and cross a meadow? Not difficult. Is it difficult to fight North China alone? Not difficult. So what's so hard about it? The harder it is!

Obviously they were only commanding five thousand men, and they were obviously only attacking a stronghold garrisoned by a battalion-level unit, but the comrades seemed to have returned to the Battle of Zhongtiao Mountain.

Why are the Viet Minh and the resistance organizations in France so different from each other even though they are both from guerrilla backgrounds?

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

"I know that the Viet Minh soldiers 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 too much. Brother Wen, have you ever thought about what will happen if I fail to reverse the situation?"

"In large-scale battles, military discipline must be strict. Things such as routs and false battle reports must be taken seriously and dealt with. The following responsibilities must be held accountable. First of all, their division commander cannot escape!"

That year, when Red Napoleon was thirty-one, he first came out to command on the front lines and stood like a henchman.

Faced with the "reprimand" from the consultant representative, Brother Wen wanted to dig in with his toes.

It was so embarrassing. It was our own people who took the initiative to ask for testing of teaching results. It was also our own people who fled in chaos during the war. It was a real loss.

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

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

"It's not too late to make amends. 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 in accordance with military law, and there will never be an outcome that balances the merits and demerits. Please give the Viet Minh another chance!"

Hearing this, Cheng Shifa nodded feebly.

Now that I'm on someone else's territory, I don't have the right to be too lenient.

What's more, he has witnessed a series of unparalleled operations today. Even if the Viet Minh troops pull further, they probably won't be able to break through the lower limit in a short time.

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

Before Cheng Shifa finished speaking, a communications soldier walked into the headquarters with detailed battle reports and statistics of his own casualties.

At Brother Wen's warm invitation, the comrades of the advisory group gathered around, ready to see what the ratio of losses between the enemy and ourselves was.

But after just one glance, everyone showed a playful expression. Because in the column of enemies killed, the number 1437 is clearly written.

"Come here! Call the two division commanders here!"

"I just promised the consultant representative that we will deal with the bad habit of deceiving our superiors as soon as possible. Who wrote this 'Battle Report of the Base Camp'? Is it possible that your ancestors are Japanese?"

Watching the furious Brother Wen, yelling and cursing as he walked out of the headquarters, the advisory group present shook their heads in amusement.

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

Forget about lying about the results of the war, it has nothing to do with the comrades anyway, just treat it as a regional characteristic. But the casualties are different, which more or less represents everyone's business capabilities.

Moreover, a force of 5,000 people almost lost all its organizational power after losing 800. The Beiyang Army more than ten years ago was not so exaggerated.

After being speechless for a while, Cheng Shifa finally broke the silence.

"Five thousand surrounded by seven hundred, with excellent troops and excellent firepower, we lost 800 people. What a big deal, there are so many talented people."

"After the operation is completely over, we must intensify our daily training. Otherwise, we really don't know when we will be able to open up a new route with those sneaky coffee heads."

"receive!"

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Half an hour later, the Siam stronghold combat conference room.

At present, the Viet Minh's wings have not yet become full-fledged, and the combat method of clinging to a stronghold and fighting a dull war will only increase the number of sacrifices. After all, the enemy's annual military expenditure accounts for a quarter of the country's income. It is not easy to deal with all the aircraft, tanks and artillery. Because of this, the advisory group planned to evacuate all supplies from the stronghold and then withdraw directly to Lancang. Presumably, the Siamese would never take action rashly before knowing the details of their opponent.

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

"It's been a full seven hours, why haven't the enemy's reinforcements arrived yet? It's only a distance of forty kilometers. The Siamese should have arrived even if they were riding pigs, not to mention they are still 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 attacks stronghold B, stronghold A will definitely send reinforcements.

This is an important transportation area. No one with a military mind will let it be conquered, otherwise the entire defense zone will be cut into two sections that cannot be coordinated at the end.

As long as the opponent dares to go south, it will 100% fall into the ambush point of the 312th Division. It is always easier to annihilate the enemy in an ambush than to attack a fortified enemy.

But now it's been several hours, and the enemy hasn't shown up yet.

Could it be that the Siamese are also in trouble as they focus on first-hand friendly forces, unable to move like a mountain? It can't be because the rain has delayed the military situation, right?

While Cheng Shifa was thinking hard, a Viet Minh correspondent came to the conference room holding a telegram. After entering, the soldier didn't even say hello. It was obvious that something big happened on the front line.

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

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

"The target entered the ambush circle about half an hour later."

At this point, the correspondent paused. He directly handed the telegram in his hand to Brother Wen, then lowered his head and started pretending to be an ostrich.

However, Cheng Shifa didn't think so much. The battle of annihilation he had dreamed of was finally about to begin. After being frustrated for several hours, an honest person needs to vent his anger.

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

"The soldiers must seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! If we win this battle, we will completely annihilate a main Siamese regiment."

"Let's set off quickly and strive to join our brother troops as soon as possible to reduce our losses as much as possible."

After speaking, the advisors instantly regained their full health. Everyone started to pack things quickly, taking away what was necessary and burning the excess.

But after half a minute, the comrades did not wait for the response from the battle commander.

Driven by curiosity, Cheng Shifa temporarily stopped what he was doing and cast suspicious eyes on Brother Wen. The other person's face turned red, as if he was going to be cooked in the next second.

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

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

If you don’t break out in silence, you will perish in silence.

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

That ferocious expression was very much like that of Mustache when he learned that his orders had not been implemented.

They all evacuated their positions just because they were eating. This is a bad behavior that even spaghetti can't do. If Tongliao Khan is free, there may be half an issue more material for Weird Little Country.

"I'm so angry! Let those idiots return to their positions quickly!"

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

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

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

The actual number of enemy troops at the enemy stronghold was 719 (the Viet Minh falsely reported 1,544). Our attacking troops numbered more than 5,000. After several hours of fighting, we were forced to evacuate midway.

Therefore, I think the Viet Minh still need to establish small strongholds to gradually strengthen their combat effectiveness, especially to correct their leadership style, improve their organization, and intensify cadre training.

Otherwise, the battle plan will be empty, and it will be difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. "

After reading the entire diary that Cheng Shifa brought back, Director Xiao just felt that there was too much to talk about. I'm afraid you won't be able to find such a disorganized army in the entire Republic of China.

The most outrageous thing was that the main force in charge of the ambush got angry in front of the army advisor because they had been rained for several hours that day.

It's said that Brother Wen and Cheng Shifa left them in the ravine and went to eat and drink hot food.

It was precisely because of the resentment in his heart that one division and two independent regiments returned to the original garrison and started cooking, almost delaying a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

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

All we can say is that these wonderful opponents are not human.

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

Without him, I would like to return to my country.

"In the second half of this year, there is a high probability that there will be a tough battle in Shandong Province. As the leader 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 be stopped."

"As for the selection of teachers, you don't need to worry. I have already compiled the teaching materials, and Political Commissar Wang will temporarily take my place during the period." (End of Chapter)