"Weiguo, am I a native of Northeast China? My accent should be from Jilin. Is he right?"
Northeastern dialect in the traditional sense is actually a very broad concept. There are actually quite a lot of differences in Northeastern dialect in different places and cities in the three northeastern provinces.
Malashenko, who had stayed in the Northeast for a long time in his life, thought that he was quite good at misunderstanding the regional distinctions of the Northeastern dialect. Just by looking at Chen Weiguo's surprised expression, you could actually guess that.
turn out to be.
"Comrade General, your guess is really accurate! He is indeed from Jilin in Northeast China and lives over there in Changchun."
"Well"
Hearing this, Malashenko smiled and nodded. The feeling of saying the wrong thing in Mandarin to someone after a long time was indeed quite good and nostalgic.
"Then I'm lucky. My hometown is on the marching route of his troops. How many Japanese Japs have occupied my hometown in Bufan? He can guarantee that they will all be completely wiped out, including the heinous ones among them.
There will also be due judgment.”
"As leader Comrade Stalin said, the Northeast is not China's Northeast, and it is their mission to liberate the Northeast from the clutches of the moon invaders."
Chen Weiguo never imagined that he would be so politely received by the legendary General Malashenko when he first came to report.
When I thought about how I had been worried about how to have a good relationship with Malashenko, I was even secretly determined to put the great cause first in everything, even if I lowered my attitude and showed humility and tolerance.
Now it seems that I thought too badly of General Malashenko. It is both embarrassing and inappropriate.
Chen Weiguo didn't wait for Chen Weiguo, who was sighing outside, to speak. Malashenko, who was more interested in military affairs and had finished his daily chat, immediately got to the point.
"Weiguo, tell him what kind of information I brought on that trip that he can use. I have long heard that our Northeast Anti-Resistance Alliance has turned the world upside down in the belly of the Japanese. In terms of our familiarity with the Kwantung Army, I
Should be more professional than him."
Malashenko knew clearly that the predecessor of the 88th Independent Infantry Brigade of the Far East Red Flag, where Chen Weiguo was located, was withdrawing into the Northeast Anti-Resistance Alliance outside the Soviet Union.
Using the Red Army designation would be deceptive on the surface, but privately, the Anti-League commanders and fighters preferred to call themselves the "Anti-League Teaching Brigade."
It is a small light infantry brigade. It is nominally a brigade-level establishment but its actual total strength is only more than 700 people. It is destined to be unable to be deployed on the frontal battlefield like a regular brigade-level field force. To round it off, it is
It's roughly equivalent to using special forces to fight the enemy's main force head-on.
No, that's right. As far as the quality of the individual soldiers of the Anti-League Teaching Brigade is concerned, those time-tested proletarian fighters can indeed be called special forces with a background in the East era.
They are familiar with the terrain, understand their enemies, know what arduous tasks they will face, and have firm beliefs. They have extremely rich combat experience in persisting in the war of resistance behind enemy lines until the end.
What's even more valuable is that most of the light infantry units have received airborne training and are skilled in airborne skills, which has laid a solid foundation for them to descend from the sky and carry out missions deep behind enemy lines.
Even if the quality of such a unit is placed in the leading army, whether it meets the standards will arouse Malashenko's attention. Naturally, it is more reasonable to believe that the intelligence gathered by those elite veterans must be very high.
the value of.
Hearing Malashenko's question, Chen Weiguo, who had indeed prepared everything, did not hide it. He then took out the first pile of photos from his backpack and handed it to Malashenko's lap.
"Comrade General, please take a look."
"Um?"
Stretching his legs to take the pile of photos handed over by Chen Weiguo, Malashenko glanced at the first photo at the top, and an old building that looked simple but very impressive immediately came into view.
"What about the Fengtian Ordnance Factory that was occupied by the Moon Army, Comrade General. Although it has suffered multiple rounds of bombings so far, the Moon Army is still trying every means to move machinery and equipment to more scattered small workshops for production."
"Those small workshops are very scattered, and most of the transfer work is carried out secretly. It is very difficult and almost impossible to detect all their movements. They produce various parts and components separately, and then transport them to a slightly larger scale.
Assembly was carried out in the final assembly workshop, which caused great difficulties for air raids and bombings to destroy its production capacity."
"So although the output is much lower than before, the Moon Army's ordnance production is still going on until now. They are constantly using those newly produced weapons and equipment to arm new soldiers, form and train new troops, as a
If we miss the bargaining chip against the Red Army, we hope to be able to withstand the Red Army's attack during the war."
Although the Tsukimoto Japanese are extremely vicious and evil to the core, those bastards are not stupid at least in some things.
Although diplomatic efforts are being made in the hope of stopping the Red Army's southeastern attack without a fight, the Japanese also know that there is a high probability that this will not be possible. Can we try to gain time and delay as long as possible, delaying the launch of the Red Army's offensive longer and longer?
The later the better.
At the same time, the Kwantung Army Group, which is still fighting against the enemy and is very unwilling to give up, is preparing to fight to the end on the other leg.
The ordinary people who had immigrated in large numbers in the early years had now become an illusion used by the Kwantung Army to recruit soldiers.
As for the recruitment of the Moon Army, there has always been a choice between me and me. Without asking whether I am willing to join, Dongchang who dares to disobey will have a dead end. He can't even hope to go to jail. Rounding off is basically like arresting young men by name.
There is no difference.
The number of soldiers that can be raised with such legs is unknown, so the only factor that troubles the Kwantung Army's large number of cannon fodder on the battlefield is the supply of ordnance.
It is no longer realistic to expect transportation from the mainland. At this time, the U.S. submarine force has begun to engage in unrestricted submarine warfare and attack in all directions.
The sea routes from the Japanese mainland to China are full of U.S. submarines. If the Japanese military transport ship is not careful, it will have to go to the bottom of the sea to accompany Shinano-chan and feed the fish together.
Not to mention the lack of local support, the red deer in the base camp are very much asked to continue to support the Pacific direction operations. The leaders of the Kwantung Army Group, who were so angry and scolded that they really had no choice, could just endure the bombing and carry out small operations.
Workshop-style production comes from his arms.
Malashenko knew very well what the Kwantung Army was planning. It was just to deny the old trick of "meat bombs defeating steel bombs", hoping to use the tactic of killing people to defeat the Red Army's offensive capability. When the Red Army could not fight eastward, it would lose its offensive capability.
, the battle will be won without a fight, and the territory will naturally be defended.
Although it sounds stupid, I really can't expect a group of red deer wild men who have never seen anything on the Eastern Front battlefield to understand how stupid and useless "meat bomb impact" is in the face of a heavy field battle group composed of various arms.
Meaningless.
Those idiots' understanding of war is stuck at the level of "accurate shooting with rifles" and "grenade counts as artillery firepower".
When I told those red deer about the combined arms heavy field battle group, it was like telling the pigs in the pigsty how well he had honed his pig-killing knife skills.
The pig can't understand how good I am at killing it, and neither can those idiots from the Kwantung Army in the south.
"Those are not a problem, Weiguo. Since the Japanese have the leisure to capture strong men and recruit those cannon fodder troops, just let them do it."
"He can assure me that no matter how efficient the Kwantung Army is in capturing young men, or how fast it captures young men at its peak, it will still be more efficient than when the leader's army does not eliminate those artillery fires."
"Once the battle begins, he will personally make those Kwantung Army bastards understand one thing: the speed at which strong men are captured is not as fast as the speed at which strong men die."
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Mumble——
Chen Weiguo was speechless after hearing Malashenko's words. He couldn't help but swallow nervously, as if he could now see the scene when the Kwantung Army was wiped out in tons.
Are other Red Army generals talking big words when they say that, but the one in front of me is different.
Can the "Steel Butcher" kill all the Nazis until their corpses and heads are everywhere? Chen Weiguo once had the opportunity to talk to some German prisoners who were sent to Siberia to participate in labor reform. What he heard from those people was without exception.
They all deny the comments like "The steel butcher kills numbness".
Chen Weiguo was indeed a little worried whether Comrade General would use his extremely tough legs to launch a "large-scale indiscriminate attack", and worried that Coco would hurt innocent people. He was hesitant about what to say, and he didn't know whether to ask for it or not.
Malashenko, who was looking through the photos, had already spoken first.
"If you are worried about civilians, you can rest assured."
"His soldiers will do their best to carry out precise strikes, and if possible, they will also do their best to rescue civilians from the legs of the moon bandits."
"He can assure me of that, on his honor as a soldier, that the Leader's Army is by no means the murderous force that some malicious rumors claim, although they have indeed wiped out countless Nazis.
False, but warriors with faith can still distinguish between fighting and protection, but I have to leave it to witness with my own eyes."
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When Malashenko took the initiative to speak up, Chen Weiguo felt speechless and even more moved.
Comrade General didn't care at all about the potential lack of trust, understanding, or even suspicion. Instead, he could take the lead in making a guarantee as to whether he could dispel his concerns. Xu Dong made his promise personally.
That's not as simple as being approachable. It's something that can only happen if you truly treat yourself as a gay person without any discrimination or prejudice.
Although he was older than Malashenko, he was still deeply moved and respectful.
Whether Chen Weiguo was treated with such high courtesy or sincere treatment was something that Chen Weiguo had never thought about, let alone dared to think about. It was as if the person walking in front of him was not a Soviet general, but fighting side by side.
Like old comrades from the same hometown for many years.
However, Chen Weiguo, who was thinking about what to say, couldn't think of how to express his thanks. Malashenko, who was staring closely and frowning, had already realized that the situation was good.
"Weiguo, do I know where that photo came from? Tell him the details."
"ah?"
Immersed in his reverie, Chen Weiguo had just come back to his senses. When he turned around, Chen Weiguo's immediate reaction was a bit shocking.
Because at this moment, Malashenko's face had no smile at all, and his expression was completely different from before. What's more, it was the first time Chen Weiguo saw Malashenko from the moment he stepped into that office.
Rashenko's expression was so serious, as if something terrible had happened.
"That photo."
Chen Weiguo took the thing that Malashenko specially emphasized and held it in his lap to look at it carefully. Chen Weiguo, who was recalling it carefully, fell into deep thought.
The scenes and memories in the photos cannot be accurately attributed to the number. They should not have been taken by me after parachute to the rear of the Lunar Army, but rather taken by other comrades and collected there.
Some of the photos I haven't sorted out in detail, especially those I didn't take, it would be more meaningful for me to send the information first than to wait until I have analyzed and sorted it out.
Chen Weiguo, who did not want to pretend to understand, spoke frankly, but still provided some valuable and confirmable information.
"I'm sorry, Comrade General, that photo was not taken by him. Many of the comrades who took the photo were still lurking behind enemy lines to this day, waiting to cooperate with the Red Army's actions, so they handed the captured information to other comrades and sent it back.
"
"He can sort out the detailed shooting information of the photo, but please give him some time and he will do it as soon as possible. Only after he carefully takes the photos and text information can he give you a definite answer."
"He can assure you immediately, Comrade General, that the photo was indeed taken during the airborne operation behind enemy lines. It is undoubtedly the latest information."
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Malashenko did not speak directly, but the expression on his face was still unpredictable, and it was difficult to tell what he was thinking.
Chen Weiguo, who was worried that something serious had happened, couldn't help but ask.
"Comrade General, do you see anything wrong with that photo? Maybe he can help you look at it and explain it."
".Let me look there, at the rear of the Moon Army convoy, the third car from the back. Although it is a bit blurry, do I see its outline?"
Looking in the direction where Malashenko's legs were pointing, we could see the Lunar Army convoy that was lined up in the photo and was marching on the dirt road. There were armored vehicles and cars, and the scale was really quite large.
However, at the far end of the photo, the third to last car in the convoy, the illusion highlighted by Malashenko is difficult to see clearly.
The ability to identify black and red photos in those days was really not that good. Even with a carefully selected intelligence camera, the performance was just like that.
Chen Weiguo held the photo up to his eyes and stared at it for several seconds before speaking uncertainly.
"It seems. Does that look like the outline of a tank, Comrade General."
"If it doesn't seem like it, then it won't."
Replacing the uncertain tone with a resolute affirmative answer, Chen Weiguo had seen many types of tanks and was not familiar with them, but Malashenko was completely different.
Malashenko, who recognized the thing in the photo at a glance, was sure that he would never see it wrong even if he was blind.
"That is the Tiger No. 6 tank originally produced in Nazi Germany. I really didn't expect to see that thing in the legs of the Kwantung Army. It seems that before the Nazi scum was destroyed, they gave some ideas on how to make industrial waste.