Duan Peng swallowed after hearing Lin Zhong's words, "It's a showdown..."
"Commander, are you serious?"
"Then I will go and report it, and I will use the content of the report myself?"
The question coming from the depths of his soul made Lin Zhong hold his chin and pause.
"emm."
"Then... how about I report it myself, mainly because I'm afraid that you won't be able to report clearly on your own."
"Of course, there is no other meaning, don't think too much about it!" Lin Zhongzheng said solemnly.
Duan Peng: "..."
I believe you!
Chu Yunfei was confused as he watched the conversation between the two. The world is really complicated.
"Brother Lin, leave this to me."
Lin Zhong nodded, "Be right back!"
"Walk!"
After a while, Lin Zhong followed Duan Peng to the radio station and personally typed a telegram and sent it.
After sending the telegram, he immediately rushed back to the front line.
The front line plus Chu Yunfei's remaining 40,000 troops totaled 80,000 people!
It is estimated that there are no less than 150,000 troops in the city. In addition, the Japanese are stationed at Shanhaiguan, and the battle will be lost for a long time.
Lin Zhong touched his waist and held a gun in his hand, weaving in and out of the gunfire.
After traveling through three or five trenches, I finally found Zhang Dabiao on the front line.
At this time, Zhang Dabiao was holding a heavy machine gun on the battlefield.
Zhang Dabiao had blood stains on his face, and he didn't know whether it was the enemy's or his own.
"Zhang Dabiao!"
Zhang Dabiao was pulled down by Lin Zhong while he was showing off his energy.
"commander!"
"Don't fucking stop me. The leader of my third regiment was brutally beaten to death just now. I want to avenge him!" Zhang Dabiao looked excited with snot and tears.
Lin Zhong gritted his teeth, Xiao Huzi actually...
The commander of the Third Regiment, Zhao Erhu, was the former deputy battalion commander of the Third Battalion of the New Regiment. He had experienced many hardships and was good at using flying knives.
Year of death...19.
"Damn it, Zhang Dabiao! Sooner or later we must avenge Hu Zi!"
"But not now, give me the order to retreat the entire army!!"
After saying this, Zhang Dabiao looked even more excited!
"commander!"
"He is a tiger!!!"
"Those who disobey orders will be subject to military law!" Lin Zhong roared!
Zhang Dabiao said with red eyes, "Yes!"
Then the three armies passed each other and the whole army retreated!
Jinsui Army position!
Chu Yunfei: "Sun Ming! Pass my order, the three armies retreat and avoid fighting for the time being!"
Sun Ming: "Yes!"
...
In less than a quarter of an hour, nearly 80,000 troops rushed to retreat. They retreated 800 meters and allowed the little Japanese to occupy the position.
When the Japanese take a step forward, our army takes a step back.
In short, there is only one principle: when the enemy advances, we retreat!
After a while, the Japanese troops were already three miles out of the city, while our army retreated four miles away.
In the camp on the high ground behind, several Eighth Route Army division commanders watched this scene with frowns.
Zhou Daosheng's tooth ached as he watched the army retreating steadily.
"asshole!"
"What's going on with Lin Zhong!"
"Why avoid fighting instead of fighting, why retreat again and again!" Zhou Dasheng cursed in the camp, "If my army is still there, even if I die on the battlefield, I will never take a step back!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Zhong's little fanboy Liang Youzhi behind him couldn't listen anymore and slammed the teapot on the table.
Point directly at Zhou Dasheng!
"Chou Dasheng! Pay attention to your tone and attitude!"
"Commander Lin must have great ideas"
"How can I allow you to speak nonsense here?"
Zhou Dasheng was so angry that he turned around and yelled, "Fart! What a bullshit idea!"
"I think he is just afraid that the soldiers will be exhausted and unable to explain!"
For a moment, the two of them were at war with each other, and the atmosphere in the camp was extremely cold.
The other division commanders did not dare to say a word.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Zhong, wearing a green military coat, strode into the camp.
Before entering the door, the cigarette he had just taken two puffs on was thrown to the ground and crushed with a kick.
"Mr. Zhou!"
"What a loud tone!"
Liang Youzhi saluted immediately when he saw Lin Zhong entering the door, "Commander Lin!"
The other teachers and commanders all saluted, except... Zhou Dasheng.
Zhou Dasheng looked angry and shouted: "Commander Lin, our army has obviously gained the advantage, why do we suddenly retreat again and again!"
"If I lead the army, the army will advance further within three days and approach the city!"
Lin Zhong laughed angrily, "You are so good at leading the troops."
"idiot!"
"As far as I know, you brought nearly 50,000 troops when you came, but what happened? In less than a month, your 50,000 troops were defeated and there were less than 10,000 left."
"Have you ever wondered why?"
"Huh, I'm asking you to lead the troops. How many troops do I have that can withstand you?"
"The Art of War says, when the enemy is strong, we must retreat; when the enemy is strong, attack when the enemy is weak."
"And you?"
"I only know how to attack fiercely!"
Zhou Dasheng was so embarrassed by being scolded that his face turned red.
When Lin Zhong read the battle reports of several of their division commanders at the beginning, he almost lost his breath...
Especially this Zhou Dasheng, it is true that he is brave in battle, but it is a pity that he does not know the timing and does not take advantages and disadvantages.
To sum it up, if you win, fight, if you don't win, you die.
Zhou Dasheng continued: "Mr. Lin, even if what you say makes sense, you should also explain why you avoid him again and again."
"Just now I saw clearly that the Japanese army was tired from running. If we had counterattacked at that time, it would have been miraculous!"
Lin Zhong sat on the chair and lit a cigarette slowly.
Smoke rings blew out.
He slowly said: "Let me ask you, even if my 80,000-strong army attacks the city, how confident can we be in attacking the city?"
"Is it 30%?"
Zhou Dasheng recalled the previous scene of Lin Zhong's 100,000-strong army attacking the city, and lost tens of thousands of horses in just one day.
"Emm...30%, I'm afraid it's not enough."
Lin Zhong continued: "Since I'm not even 30% sure, why should I fight so hard?"
"The Art of War says that if you have the right time, the right place, and the right people, you can fight with two out of three."
"I have cut off the supplies in Shanhaiguan. Now my army is avoiding the battle. It will not take five days. When the Japanese in the city are about to starve to death, we can fight!"
The words fell, everyone was shocked!
Zhou Dasheng was startled, "Does Commander Lin really mean what he said?"
Several division commanders all came over curiously and stared at Lin Zhong in surprise.
Before Lin Zhong could speak, Duan Peng on the side smiled and explained: "Hey, you division commanders may not know that my commander has already obtained three warships and transported tens of thousands of troops to Liaodong to cut off the supplies of the Japs."
"I guess the kid will be so hungry that his chest is pressed against his back in a few days."
All the division commanders swallowed.
For a while, my mind seemed a little hard to turn around...
Battleship...
After Lin Zhong drank a cup of tea, he turned around and left the camp without any explanation.
For three days, the 80,000-strong army avoided fighting.
Zhang Dabiao waved his hand, "Withdraw!"
The Japanese soldiers in the rear were panting with their bayonets in hand. Perhaps it was because they didn't have enough to eat. They were exhausted even after running a few steps.
Lingcheng Ichiro and Yamato on the Shanhaiguan Gate Tower raised their eyebrows when they saw this scene.
"Xinxi, you must know that our empire's army is invincible, yet you don't dare to fight."
"Hahaha, ridiculous!"
Yamato laughed wildly, turned around and continued: "By the way, Lingchen-kun, what should we eat for lunch?"
Hearing this, Lingchen Yilang didn't know how to answer for a while.
After half a minute of silence, he slowly said: "emm...it seems there is no food left."
"This morning is the last meal."
Yamato was shocked, "What did you say!"
"The food is gone?"
"Yes, the grain depots are all empty, and the soldiers can't get a single ration of cornbread at most." Lingchen Yilang said helplessly.
At this moment, Yamato was heartbroken.
Then he immediately sent a report to Fengtian.
At this time, Fengtian realized that the food had not been delivered!
Another day passed.
The Japanese have closed the city and cannot leave. The cold weather requires a lot of food to maintain body functions.
But now...
Lin Zhong stood on a high slope and looked at the Japanese who were staying behind closed doors and smiled proudly.
"Our army is now exhausted. If the Japanese don't attack, they will close the city and not get out."
"My plan is done!"
"Zhang Dabiao!"
"arrive!"
"Order the three armies to prepare for a decisive battle!"
