Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

The two keywords, surname Chen and major general, immediately made Huang He lock on the ideal candidate for the Viet Minh.

It's very simple, because there are only four major generals surnamed Chen in the Eighth Route Army. Combined with Lao Hu's personal network, the final answer is basically ready to come out.

It's decided to be you! Brigade commander!

After suddenly understanding, the expression on Huang He's face became extremely wonderful, as if he thought of something ridiculous.

There is no other reason, it is really hard to guard against.

It's only 1941 now, how come his own brigade commander was inexplicably targeted by Southeast Asian allies more than nine years in advance?

At this moment, Lao Dai, who was traveling with him, looked very confused.

He really couldn't figure out one thing, why he just mentioned his surname and rank, and Huang He suddenly staged a big drama of changing his face.

After hesitating for a moment, our French comrade said kindly:

"Huang, it seems that you have a good relationship with that major general. He should be a very famous and charismatic commander in your Eighth Route Army, right?"

"Don't worry about yourself. First introduce me to that comrade's resume, and then tell me your true thoughts, and see if I can help you."

"Although I am not the leader of the Viet Minh, they will refer to my opinions on this trip, and what I say has more or less some weight."

The current brigade commander has not yet commanded a super-large international war. He has not yet made a name for himself as a trench warfare master by digging through the center of the peninsula.

If this were to happen ten years later, others would know who the Viet Minh wanted just by a surname.

Hearing his friend's question, Huang He started from the Northern Expedition period and talked about the Second Taiyuan Campaign some time ago.

Whenever he mentioned dangerous places and large-scale battles, Lao Dai would even put himself in the role of brigade commander and think about whether he could do better.

"In short, this is a very capable commander. If there is a big enough stage, his performance will not be inferior to Montgomery, Zhukov and Rommel."

"As for Marshal MacArthur, I am afraid he is not even qualified to come up and carry shoes."

"I believe that one day, he will prove his military ability to the world and leave a strong and colorful mark in the military history of various countries."

Hearing this, the French comrade nodded in agreement.

This kind of hexagonal warrior who is outstanding in military and intelligence is a hot commodity in any country and any force.

If Free France has such a core figure, he can live at least ten years longer.

Soon, Lao Dai suddenly realized something.

According to the description just now, this major general surnamed Chen seems to be very suitable to be the leader of the advisory group to go to Southeast Asia to assist the Viet Minh, but why doesn't his friend support this?

Just as he was about to raise his own questions, Huang He explained in time:

"The reason why I don't want him to go is mainly because of his physical condition. He has many hidden injuries, and there are hidden dangers in his legs and heart."

"Although the medical level of the Eighth Route Army is temporarily not as good as those of the old military powers, full care will at least not make the other party's condition worse."

"What's more, the army is in a period of rapid development, and it is the time to use people. Every senior commander is extremely important."

Speaking of this, Huang thought of some memories of his previous life.

Although his brigade commander is still a bachelor now, Huang He has read some stories about him and his second wife in his previous life.

The two have a good relationship. Every time they have to separate because of work, they will give each other a brand new diary.

During this period, both parties will record their daily lives in the diary.

After the couple reunited, they can share every bit of a certain period of time by exchanging diaries.

As we all know, the brigade commander is a fun person.

Under normal circumstances, he will only write some interesting things and experiences in his diary, which means reporting good news but not bad news.

However, during the aid to the allies, Huang He, who was naturally humorous, rarely started to complain. He was just short of writing a few dirty words and cursing on the notebook. It was obvious that he was very angry.

Because there were many problems within the Viet Minh, even if other comrades in the advisory group helped to share the work, he still had to do many things himself.

Whenever there was a major battle or action, it was common to work for several consecutive days and nights without rest.

In addition, the local climatic conditions were poor, which caused the brigade commander's old injuries to flare up and new diseases to occur. During his recuperation in China, he even stayed in bed because of illness.

Although there was no conclusive evidence, Huang He always believed that the regret in March 1961 was related to the aid to Vietnam.

Hearing his friend's explanation, Lao Dai expressed his understanding.

When he came to the Republic of China, he had learned about the situation in North China through various channels and learned that the Eighth Route Army was fighting against multiple divisions of the Japanese army at the same time.

The recent transfer of a brigade-level commander would definitely affect the situation on the front line.

What's more, his health was not good. What if something happened in a poor and remote place like Southeast Asia? Who will take on this responsibility at that time?

After thinking for a moment, Lao Dai took the initiative to suggest:

"As far as I know, your top management has not yet decided who to send to lead the advisory group. You should still have a chance to do ideological work for the parties involved."

"I will also persuade the Viet Minh and try to change their minds."

"When the time comes, we will work together internally and externally to try to change the direction of things."

As soon as these words came out, Huang He's face suddenly glowed.

If the parties concerned and the Viet Minh can be dealt with at the same time, regrets in the future can be avoided. Brigadier's smile! I'll protect it!

"Okay! Please!"

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After walking and chatting along the way, the two of them arrived at the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army.

The guards at the door seemed to have received some news in advance. The moment they saw Lao Dai, they took the initiative to greet him, and then took him to the restaurant specially used to receive guests.

Huang He went straight to the Meishan conference room. As soon as he entered the door, he found the brigade commander and Lao Hu talking and laughing.

These two have been friends for many years. They even worked together during the Whampoa Military Academy. They were present at Wu and Yi's weddings.

After seeing Huang He appear, the brigade commander took the initiative to get up and pull him over, and then introduced to the two people beside him:

"This is Comrade Huang He I just mentioned!"

"He is the director of our Border Region Weapons Experimental Research Bureau. He has directly or indirectly participated in the research and development of a number of new weapons and has made great contributions to the military-industrial system of our Eighth Route Army."

When introducing Huang He, the brigade commander's expression was full of pride and pride, as if he was praising his young and promising brother.

Then he patted his ally on the shoulder and continued to introduce:

"Huang He, these two are Lao Hu and Lao Wu. They are both comrades from the Viet Minh."

"We will be fighting side by side for a long time from now on, and I hope everyone can get along well."

With the brigade commander's help, Huang set his sights on allies from afar.

There is not much difference between Lao Hu and his memory, except that he looks younger than the illustrations in the history books. Just the first time they met, he felt the other person's perseverance.

Compared to the former, Huang He is still more interested in the future Red Napoleon Brother.

Because this senior Viet Minh general, who was not completely red and whose strength was far from Nahuang's, was the culprit who caused the brigade commander's blood pressure to rise during his aid to Vietnam.

Since Brother Wen is from the history department and has received almost no systematic military training, his overall perspective when commanding troops in combat is very poor!

It is worth mentioning that this person likes to attack first and then play later. From time to time, he will feel that he is good again, and then lead the main force to play a wave.

Seemingly out of respect for cultural people, Brother Wen was very enthusiastic at this time. He took the first step and took Huang He's hand, his tone full of sincerity.

"Comrade Huang He! I have long admired your name!"

"From Paris to Hanoi, your reputation is known to everyone. If our Viet Minh had scientists of your level, we would have liberated the entire Indochina!"

“If you have a chance in the future, please come to Gaoping and try our coffee.”

"good."

Mentioning coffee, the smile on Huang He's face gradually stiffened. He thought of the classic old joke about the Viet Minh on the Internet in later generations: You can lose the battle, but you must drink coffee.

Time was urgent. After saying hello to Lao Hu and Brother Wen, he pulled the future master of trench warfare to a deserted corner with a slight apology.

"Brigadier, we have been working together for more than two years. Today I am asking you something seriously. Do you believe in my judgment?"

These incomprehensible words immediately made the brigade commander, a monk who was a little tall and two feet tall, confused, but out of trust in his comrades, he nodded subconsciously.

Although Huang He is usually a bit of a fun person, his strategic vision can definitely be ranked among the top ten in the Eighth Route Army. Even the staff of the border area are full of praise for this.

"Believe it, of course I believe it."

"I've been with you for so long, and everyone can see your abilities."

After receiving a positive reply from the brigade commander, Huang He said with a serious face:

"You must know the purpose of Lao Hu's coming to Taiyuan this time. There is a high probability that he will invite you to lead the advisory group. The military foundation of the comrades there is very poor, and there are also many ideological problems."

"My personal suggestion is that you must not go. During the meeting later, I will recommend other candidates to the deputy commander-in-chief and deputy general staff."

"ah?"

The current situation of the Viet Minh is completely different from that of the border area more than ten years ago.

Thanks to the work of the army's morale wizards, the border area had the support of the regular army from the beginning, which ensured that the army had good combat effectiveness in the early stages of its establishment.

Before being formally reorganized into the Eighth Route Army, the comrades' combat experience focused on a steady and steady approach.

Everyone first gained experience by fighting against the militia bandits, then fought against various warlords' miscellaneous armed forces, and finally went head-to-head with the fruit-preserved Central Army.

Coupled with the ideological unity of 25,000 miles, the powerful combat effectiveness of 1937 was created.

The prerequisites for this are all indispensable.

But the situation of the Viet Minh was very special. Most of their senior leaders were intellectuals who had studied abroad, while the soldiers were basically composed of untrained lower-level people, and there was an extreme lack of military cadres.

Such a force will have to face Asia's top armed Japanese army and the European overlord France from the very beginning, which is equivalent to the Novice Village having to face two world-class BOSSs.

Their cadres are filled with all kinds of opportunism and hedonism.

While shouting about downing imperialism, these people are proud to speak French and Japanese. While they want revolution, they look down on the working people.

It is precisely because of the existence of these people that it is not surprising that they would shout out the Greater Indochina Democratic Republic Federation decades later.

After hearing Huang He's explanation, the brigade commander fell into a brief contemplation.

In fact, he naturally knew all the above questions, but the high-level officials in the border area had a very good impression of Lao Hu, and the two had a good personal relationship.

If the other party really asked him for help, it would be difficult to refuse for a while.

Looking at the hesitant brigade commander, Huang He shook his head helplessly, and he could only give another strong medicine.

"Brigade commander, don't you want to lead your comrades to drive away the devils? Don't you want to cross the Yangtze River in person to liberate all of China?"

"You should know best what your own physical condition is. Just based on the typhoon-like rainy season in Southeast Asia, do you think your body can withstand it?"

"What is the body? It's the capital of the revolution!"

As soon as these words came out, the brigade commander began to waver.

If the Japanese invaders had been pushed into the sea now, he would not hesitate to set out to aid Vietnam even if he knew that the conditions in Southeast Asia were difficult. This was for faith and friendship.

But now the Eighth Route Army has not even recovered North China, so he is naturally reluctant and unwilling to leave the battlefield.

"Okay, I will seriously consider your proposal."

"I will talk to Lao Hu later and try to get him to change a candidate. I will also personally send a telegram to the desperate war fox and the deputy commander-in-chief to explain the situation."

After hearing this, Huang He breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as the brigade commander himself does not want to go, there will be basically no problem with this matter.

Just as they were about to go back to explain the situation, the guard of the headquarters suddenly trotted into the conference room, saluted Chen and Huang and said:

"Brigade commander, Director Huang, the deputy general asked me to inform you that there will be an internal meeting in five minutes."

I went to the mountains two days ago, and caught a cold and went to the hospital for two days. I just got home this afternoon.

There is another chapter in the early morning