"It's the commander!"
"It's the commander!"
...
Several division commanders clapped their hands and sighed, a brilliant plan!
Since you can't catch the snake head, just hit him within seven inches!
At that time, several commanders were too focused on the smuggler...
"Commander, take it!" Zhou Weiguo gestured to Lin Zhong with his thumb.
Three minutes later, the Iron-Blooded Cavalry Regiment gathered under the city, with two thousand horses soaring to the sky.
The sweaty horse on his crotch, wearing level 3 armor and holding a long sword in his hand, is enough to be invincible on the battlefield of the same weight!
pity...
This was not of the same magnitude. The number of Japs far exceeded the number of cavalry, so Sun Desheng planned to make a quick decision. He would launch an attack quickly and then retreat as soon as the contact between the two sides was cut off!
Snakeheads: A fast infantry regiment.
At the so-called seven inches, there was another infantry regiment, and the rest was the rear army. The rear army followed the snakeheads to attack the Eighth Route Army.
The next moment, Sun Desheng led his army to launch an attack!
"Brothers, rush with me!"
"kill!"
Suddenly, the cavalry entered!
Sure enough, as expected, the smuggler troops quickly avoided the cavalry.
At seven inches, the Second Infantry Regiment was shocked.
"It's broken, you came for me!"
...
One blow of the saber, one step of blood.
Fast horse, long sword.
The Japanese commander was shocked as soon as he entered the scene.
Yaqi Dashan was stunned while holding the telescope.
"Um?"
"The red one...what is that?"
"idiot!"
"Quickly, organize a counterattack!"
"shooting!"
He was confused. He had seen cavalry before, but he had never seen red cavalry...
With two thousand cavalry protected by level 3 armor, the survival rate after a wave of fighting was as high as 70%. Unfortunately, hundreds of cavalry were still killed by gunfire.
Sun Desheng gritted his teeth and said, "Mission accomplished! Brothers, retreat quickly!"
"There are too many damn little devils here. We'll all have to stay here for a while!"
He slapped the horse's ass hard and said, "iia!"
In a confrontation that lasted less than half an hour, it was naturally impossible to kill all the Japs at Qicun, but a burst of impact had already completely dispersed them!
Everyone in the city grinned when they saw this.
"Damn, good job!"
"Hahaha! I knew that guy Sun Desheng would do it!" Old Li laughed.
Zhuge Xun swallowed, his face full of shock.
How can we not be shocked when we look at this flaming red cavalry? We have two thousand cavalry, and the enemy has tens of thousands, stirring up the storm with lightning speed!
"Commander Lin, do you dare to serve this cavalry... under your command?"
Lin Zhong nodded, "Exactly."
"The soldiers of my new 1st Division Cavalry Regiment are each equipped with a sweat horse, wearing armor, and have killed countless enemies with long swords in their hands."
"If I don't die in this battle, I will give a generous gift to all the teachers later!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several teachers' eyebrows were filled with joy!
Okay, the young man can do the job! have a future!
Immediately, ring after ring, the artillerymen of the pillars began to launch fixed-point artillery attacks on the second regiment!
...
The battle in the city spread to various places in just two days.
Three hundred thousand Kwantung troops attacked Taiyuan, and guard general Lin Zhong led one hundred thousand troops to defend the city!
In a short period of time, reports began to spread in many places.
"Sell newspapers and sell newspapers! After Lin Zhong captured Taiyuan, he fought with an army of 300,000 people in the city! It became more and more fierce."
"Uncle and aunt, would you like one?"
There are many newspaper boys selling newspapers on the street.
In an office in Shancheng.
The middle-aged man walked back and forth in the house with the newspaper in his hand feeling uneasy.
"What a guard, Lin Zhong, what a leader of one hundred thousand troops!"
"A mere 100,000 troops actually fought against 300,000 Kwantung Army troops!"
"Have the guts!"
A rare middle-aged man stood up and walked back and forth in the room, reading telegrams one after another.
After a while, the middle-aged man turned his head and looked at the combat staff officer.
"What do you think will happen in this battle?"
The combat staff officer paused, lowered his head and said, "I think it's not feasible, I'm afraid."
"One hundred thousand against three hundred thousand, there are few success stories."
The middle-aged man looked into the distance by the window, nodded and said, "Well, that's exactly what I was thinking. Since ancient times, there have not been many examples of fighting with less to defeat more."
The combat staff paused and continued: "emm... It's not like there is nothing."
Middle-aged man: "Huh?"
Combat Staff Officer: "You have forgotten that the last time a classic domestic battle in which a small number defeated a large number occurred in our army."
After saying that, the middle-aged man became interested. Do we have a classic way of defeating more with less? I do not know how!
"Say it!"
"You have forgotten that the fourth crossing of Chishui is a classic victory of defeating more with less. We almost died walking at that time..." the combat staff said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man's face turned dark. What the hell is this called using less to win more? This is clearly defeating more with less!
It’s nothing, just close it.
The middle-aged man glanced at the combat staff officer.
He seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing and hurried out...
"I hope this guy can create miracles again..."
"China's luck, our army's misfortune..."
...
The Daya Bay staff are also constantly studying. They want to see if they can mobilize more troops nearby.
It's like there is always water in a sponge, but this little water is really not enough...
In a short period of time, the war even spread internationally.
Eagle Sauce, on a warship in the Pacific.
A general was eating bread and reading the newspaper in the cabin. When he saw Lin Zhong, he put down the bread in his hand with interest, stood up and began to read the newspaper seriously.
"Interesting, guard general Lin Zhong led 100,000 troops to fight against the enemy's 300,000 Kwantung Army."
"Interesting Chinese people..."
The deputy on the side smiled and said, "Haha, General, the Chinese always like to cause trouble. One hundred thousand people fighting three hundred thousand people is a war without any suspense."
"The Eighth Route Army's equipment is so poor that they are basically bound to lose."
The general shook his head, "At least, I admire his courage."
He is none other than Eagle Sauce's four-point-nine-star General MacArthur. [In 1944, MacArthur became general, so this is 4.9 stars. 】
In terms of courage alone, MacArthur felt ashamed.
