Tingyin, Li Yuanzheng is not a political novice. After all, he graduated from the seventh phase of Huangpu.
He knows Li Chendong too well!
He thought to himself:
"The regiment leader is not very enthusiastic about this winter offensive!"
Thinking of this, he asked Li Chendong in a low voice:
"Captain, did you hear something?"
"Expedition, this counterattack is the intention of Shuzhong, not our Jinsui Army. If we win, it will be a commendation order with no practical value. If we lose, it will be the loss of our Jinsui Army's real strength!
Two years after the war started, our Shanxi-Sui Army's territory was getting smaller and smaller. The main force only had 60,000 to 70,000 troops left, and it could not withstand a big battle;
Let's not talk about whether the commander-in-chief is willing to spend what little strength he has for Shuzhong. Which of the following army commanders and division commanders doesn't want to preserve their strength? "
"Just watch. This battle is just to show Shuzhong. If there is any advantage, take advantage. Once encountering resistance, each one will run faster than the other. How much can our group handle?"
Li Chendong's words instantly extinguished Li Yuanzheng's enthusiasm, and he felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart. It was his mother's politics again. He just wanted to beat the Japanese, but it was too difficult!
Li Yuanzheng asked Li Chendong like a deflated ball:
"Then we won't fight this battle? Did the superior department allocate so many supplies and come here to see it?"
Li Chendong raised his eyebrows and said with an upright face:
"Fight! Who said we won't fight?
Tell the brothers to prepare for a counterattack. The task given to us in the division this time is to attack the Japanese stronghold of Chenguanzhuang, take it, and then point directly at Guring City. We will take down Guring City with the whole division. If you can, follow The other divisions gathered together to surround Zezhou. "
Li Yuanzheng was completely fooled. If he could fight like this, it would be pretty good. Zezhou City had just been conquered by the Eighth Route Army, and even the city walls had not been repaired;
There was only one Japanese regiment in the city, and several divisions were laying siege to it. It didn't mean that it couldn't be taken, but he always felt that it wouldn't be that simple.
Li Chendong knew that Li Yuanzheng could not understand the twists and turns. Li Yuanzheng had nothing to say about fighting, but it was far from playing politics;
In the national government, if you don't know how to play politics, any soldier who can fight will eventually be killed by friendly forces. He only understood this after the last time the entire army was wiped out.
“Expeditions must be fought, but half truths and half lies;
After the disastrous defeat of the Japanese First Army in Zezhou, they suffered serious losses in strength. They were no longer able to hold on to their original territory. Once the counterattack of the Chief's Department began, the Japanese would definitely shrink their forces to protect the big ones and lose the small ones. For strongholds like Chenguanzhuang, they It is possible to give up!
Therefore, each level of troops has a limit. Our regiment will win Aguanzhuang in a high-profile manner. It will be enough to deal with superiors and inferiors. It will be soy sauce when we attack Guling City;
The target of the whole division is Guring City. The enemy in Guring City is only two squadrons strong. As long as Guring City is recovered, the division commander will have an explanation to the superiors;
As for Zezhou City, if you can fight it, fight it. If you can't fight it, do your best. The chief executive told Shuzhong that it's okay..."
Li Yuanzheng finally understood. Although Li Chendong still had some words that he didn't explain clearly, he already understood.
There was only one unsatisfied squadron at Chenguanzhuang, the Japs No. 100. Maybe the Japs gave up before the 338th Regiment could attack;
Taking down a Japanese stronghold with almost no loss of troops. As long as the publicity is in place, it will be another great victory!
"Captain, I know what to do!"
After Li Yuanzheng finished speaking, he left with a look of disinterest. Li Chendong shook his head and couldn't help but sigh:
"You are still too young for the expedition!"
Half a month later, the government's vigorous winter offensive began!
Dabie Mountain, Headquarters of the Fifth War Zone of the National Government
The five theaters have a total of 45 divisions with a total strength of about 300,000. Commander Li in the theater concentrated 30 divisions to launch attacks, which can be said to be all the best.
Among them, General Zhang Xinchen commanded the 29th and 33rd Group Armies and the 84th Army of the Reserve Corps, with a total of 13 divisions of about 90,000 people. He was ordered to attack the enemy on the Beijing-Zhongshan Highway-the Japanese Class A Division with strong combat effectiveness. Thirteenth Division;
Then attack Jiangcheng, which is the main body of the offensive operations in the five theaters and one of the focuses of the national winter offensive;
Shuzhong attached great importance to this aspect of the war, and sent Wei Gaoshen, a member of the Military Commission, to supervise the army and report the battle situation to him every day.
On December 12, following General Zhang's order, tens of thousands of troops from the right-wing regiment launched a fierce offensive against the enemy in front of them. The guns and artillery roared in the howling cold wind, and the sound shook the mountains and rivers.
But General Zhang did not expect that the Japanese had obtained the "National Winter Offensive Operation Plan" half a month ago, and Lieutenant General Gangcun, commander of the Eleventh Army, had already made preparations;
The Japanese built a large number of strong permanent fortifications in advance to bully the Chinese government army's lack of heavy artillery, and used the strong fortifications and powerful firepower to consume the Chinese army's strength. The offensive progress was unfavorable from the beginning, and the troops suffered heavy casualties!
A group of heroic troops braved the biting cold wind, wore thin military uniforms and straw sandals, stepped on the thick snow, and braved the rain of bullets, charging forward without hesitation;
One after another, one group fell, and another group came up. The snow was covered with the remains of the warriors!
Real corpses littered the fields, and every inch of mountains and rivers, every inch of blood, fell in the face of bullets. Every person retreated until everyone fell, which moved the world...
Luojiapo, the attack position of a division of the Northwest Army. On the snow-covered ground, there are men from the Northwest wearing blue and gray military uniforms. All of them carry a big knife on their back, and the red silk on the handle is facing the The cold wind blows.
More than two years ago, it was they who fired the first shot against the Japanese. This is a heroic unit. From the North China Plain to Taierzhuang and then to the Dabie Mountains, they fought bloody battles all the way without complaining. Wherever there was a fierce battle, there was their figures.
The soldiers were unable to lift their heads under the heavy Japanese fire. They had been fighting bloody battles in the ice and snow for five days. Their fingers were so stiff that they could not pull the trigger of the gun. When they were hungry or thirsty, they would eat a handful of snow;
The Zeng family's Dabao, more than a hundred meters away, was covered with densely packed bunkers. The solid defense line composed of machine guns, barbed wire, and bunkers caused the northwest men to suffer a lot and shed all their blood.
"Brothers, rush!"
Pan Feng, commander of the first battalion of a certain regiment, pulled out a broadsword from his back, got up from the snow, and took the lead in charging towards the Japanese defense line;
The remaining 300 warriors in the entire battalion also drew their swords and stepped on the thick snow to launch a third attack on the Japanese position.
"Kill!"
"Kill the devil!"
"Ta-ta-ta-ta..."
"Boom boom boom..."
The sound of Japanese gunfire rang out, and the rain of bullets once again hit the officers and soldiers of the first battalion. The blue-gray figures fell down one by one, and they rushed forward and succeeded each other, becoming immortal monuments.
The enemy's firepower was too dense, and they could not get close to the enemy's bunker. Without heavy firepower, the soldiers could only carry cluster grenades and explosive packs to blow them up, and use their lives to pile them up...
