Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

The jungle march was long and torturous.

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

The fuse of the war was about to be sounded.

In the temporary command post of the 308th Division, Cheng Shifa, who had just completed his inspection work, had no time to rest. He worked hard and wrote down every detail of the recent days in his diary.

"The Viet Minh and Siam are really a perfect pair of opponents. The reconnaissance capabilities of both sides are comparable. The former's slowness and lack of enthusiasm were beyond my expectations.

The latter never took the initiative to attack and showed no signs of expanding its advantage.

The war is imminent, but the enemy is passively beating. It's strange.

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

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

"Brother Wen, you should quickly give orders to all levels of troops to pay attention to concealment, and never let the enemy find our traces."

"I just saw several regiments trying to bury the pot and cook, this is nonsense."

"Be patient for a day, and let the soldiers eat as much as they want after taking the first stronghold on the border. At that time, whether it is coffee or bread, everyone can choose."

The large-scale combat preparations of the Viet Minh did arouse the vigilance of the Siamese. Fortunately, the other side did not take it seriously, let alone send reconnaissance planes to observe along the way.

But it is also true.

In the cognition of the other side, only Vichy and Benzi are considered regular armies in the entire Indochina Peninsula. The former is a defeated general who ceded land, and the latter is the big brother of their own camp. Neither of them poses a threat.

As for the Viet Minh?

I have never heard of it. What kind of combat effectiveness can a guerrilla group composed of beggars have. No matter how many people there are, they are just a group of meat targets.

They don’t even have uniform clothing, so what kind of Eighth Route Army is it.

"Okay! I got it!"

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

After hearing the advice of the accompanying consultant, Brother Wen led his men out of the command center without hesitation.

If the Viet Minh wants to win the first battle, it must make use of the Siamese empiricism. Only by turning the enemy's past combat experience into a coffin to bury them, victory will not be empty talk.

For this reason, the main force must be well concealed, so that the enemy can have 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 for the general attack. At 6 o'clock tonight, the whole 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 24 mountain cannons, the main forces of the two Viet Minh divisions, with nearly a thousand Canglan local armed forces, launched a general attack on the enemy strongholds under the cover of artillery.

Ten kilometers away from the front line, Cheng Shifa and Wen Ge were in command, keeping in touch with troops at all levels in real time.

Ding Wei and several staff officers were watching the battle on the front line, just to go down and put out the fire in time at the critical moment.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Although the Type 94 mountain cannon captured from the Japanese army had insufficient lethality due to the problem of the amount of charge, it could still barely achieve the same funny effect as you and your bunker by relying on the number of piles.

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

However, with the entry-level three-three system and several times the enemy's troops, the battle zone still gave me a sense of my soldiers being endless, while your troops were suffering casualties every minute and every second.

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

Fortunately, hard work pays off. After several hours of fighting, the 304th Division finally "took down" the border stronghold.

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

"You can wake me up at any time if there is any news."

After learning the news of victory, Cheng Shifa, who was in great pain, breathed a deep breath. The overnight march and the formulation of the offensive plan made him sleepless for several days and nights.

Now that the first battle was a success, the accompanying consultants finally had a chance to rest for a while.

However, before he had slept for long, Cheng Shifa was pulled up by Ding Wei who suddenly broke into the command post. At this time, Old Ding's face was covered in blood, and even his uniform was tattered.

"Sleep, sleep, sleep! It's already so late, why are you still sleeping!"

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

Cheng Shifa flushed instantly after saying this. His face, which was originally sallow due to days of marching, turned into the color of liver in an instant.

"Ah, what's going on!"

"Why did the Viet Minh add water to the battle report? Did they learn a trick from Benzi and Ah Chou?"

In the previous few hours of fighting, the 304th and 308th divisions made a fool of themselves. They were qualified when they learned various tactics, but they were exposed not long after they entered the battlefield.

The most outrageous thing was the command system. If the advisory group had not known that the troops in front of them were their students, everyone would have really thought that Guo Jian had come to the Indochina Peninsula.

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 other party 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 moved 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 grateful that it was Director Xiao and his team who 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 has 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)