Chapter 190 Support

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Zhao Hu was very excited when he received his mission.

This is the trust that eldest brother has in himself. He quickly greeted the leaders of several of his main groups and Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng was the brigade commander before, but the training was too harsh and he was disabled by the training. Nie Li directly arranged for him to be the battalion commander in a main regiment.

You can hone your character at the grassroots level.

You can also understand the status of grassroots officers and soldiers. We can better understand the difficulties of grassroots officers and soldiers. Only in this way can we lead the troops better.

Each of these younger brothers has their own shortcomings, such as Ma Wu, who is a bit of a thieves. On the surface, he looks honest and honest, but in fact, he has his own Xiao Jiujiu in his heart. He talks about people and talks about ghosts.

Zhao Hu, on the other hand, is stable.

Otherwise, he would not have been sent to go to the Foot Pot Chicken with Lu Tiansheng to sell the stolen goods.

"Order!"

There was a snap.

In the newly built simple conference room, Zhao Hu took the telegram and read Nie Li's order. Everyone stood at attention. , Although he is wearing an old-fashioned khaki military uniform, he is very full of energy.

After Zhao Hu announced the order, Zhao Hu looked at everyone calmly.

"Everyone, this is our first official mission since we entered the three provinces. Not only is the commander-in-chief watching us in this battle, but the government and the whole country are watching us."

"If this battle is won, more domestic troops will be sent to the three provinces, because everyone will think that the troops of Tiaobenji are nothing more than this, and the troops of Hongmao are just paper tigers."

"But if it's done, according to the commander-in-chief, Speaker Yuan's troops may come in, but the rest of the provincial governors and the heads of the independent provinces will most likely not send anyone here."

"So, does everyone understand the seriousness of this battle?"

The various regiment commanders and staff officers below stood up straight and shouted loudly: "Death for the commander-in-chief!"

Zhao Hu nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, now let's discuss how to fight this battle!"

"Zhang San's madness starts with you."

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes flashed with excitement: "How about we pretend to fail? Didn't the commander say that? We won't leave the three provinces this time. Isn't that just right? Other troops don't dare to come. The three provinces still belong to us brothers. The world?"

Zhang Sanfeng’s idea was a bit radical.

Zhao Hu snorted: "I asked you to study the battle plan on how to win, not how to defeat! As for how to occupy the three provinces, that is a matter for the commander to consider, and it has nothing to do with you."

"I think you are not good enough to be a battalion commander. You should be promoted to the position of company commander to stabilize yourself."

Zhang San is crazy.

"Don't!"

But he cursed angrily in his heart: "You idiot, didn't you come out earlier than me? They are all brothers of the elder brother, and I also have a chance to rise to the top. 0"

Zhao Hu didn't care about Zhang Sanfeng's whims.

"Hongmao has an independent division near the naval camp, robbing our brothers and sisters. These soldiers are not good men and women, they are all hungry wolves."

Then he pointed at the map with a small stick and said: "The location we are currently in is Nianpangou of Longwang Pond. It is on the northeastern side of Longwang Pond. If we want to go to the Navy Camp, we must quickly pass through the dairy farm and Longtou. Received, there is also the district government that does not freeze the port."

"And the location of the naval camp is already near the port. In this case, it means that we have to fight and move at the same time, otherwise we won't be able to get there at all!"

"Because the road is full of chickens and red-haired troops fighting!"

After Zhao Hu finished speaking, several combat staff nodded and stared at the map: "Brigadier Commander, I propose to go directly through the dairy farm, march quickly, and bring enough equipment and supplies, especially food. The people who have been robbed will naturally be hungry. They are still hungry, otherwise we won’t be able to bring them back even if we rescue them.”

Zhao Hu thought about it and said, "This is a plan. Where are the others?"

The rest of the people expressed their opinions.

It was finally decided that an elite battalion would be responsible for the insertion.

Serve as the vanguard.

Ride a motorcycle with a big radio and open the way ahead.

But a question arises again, how to carry a self-propelled artillery!

If it is a close combat, the self-propelled artillery can completely drive away on its own.

But now we are leading an army on an expedition. The road is dozens of kilometers away, and self-propelled artillery cannot keep up with the speed of the army.

Someone suggested.

"Hasn't Marshal Zhang's transportation team supporting us not returned yet? Let them stay here to rest, and we can use it!"

Sure enough, brainstorming works. One person can calculate the shortcomings, and three people can calculate the longitudes.

Problems that may be encountered are raised one by one, and then solved, or solutions are proposed.

The troops were already on the move in the afternoon.

According to the route taken at this time, Longwang Pond is still some distance away from the Navy Camp. It is not as easy to walk as the national highway or something later.

Even if the troops set off now, they will not arrive until evening.

Zhang Sanfeng's battalion was the vanguard battalion, leading a battalion of soldiers and equipment to set off "lightly and simply".

It only carries dozens of machine guns and some grenade equipment,

There are quite a lot of bullets and artillery fire. Anyway, the motorized troops don't have to worry about the soldiers being tired when transporting them.

The naval camp in Bufrog Port actually has a long history. It has been put into use since the Shuiqing Empire. At that time, the Long River was deep and full, and the water surface became wider as it got closer to the sea. There were often sails and rafts floating on the river, and there were oars. The sound squeaks. Here, the emperor who ascended the throne at a young age put a naval camp here, and this is how it got its name.

Can. The mission of this Shuiqing Navy is not to guard a dragon river, but to patrol the Liaodong Sea of ​​the Qing Dynasty.

At that time, the Naval Camp Wharf was located in Gaojiatun at the foot of Panlong Mountain, where 10 old warships were moored. Every year, naval officers and soldiers set sail from here and patrol the sea along the 9-kilometer Long River, reaching Chenghuang Island in Shandong in the south and Juhua Island in western Liaoning. The round trip lasted 165 years.

Of course, the symbolic significance is greater than the actual significance. At first, there were only a dozen old-fashioned warships here. Who could it defeat?

Today, although it is winter, the sky is clear, windless, and there is plenty of sunshine.

Zhao Hu sat on the sidecar, looking at the soldiers who were on an outing, and sneered in his heart. It seemed that he still lacked training.

Walking along the Longwang Pond towards the Navy Camp, the Long River is drying up and drying up. Occasionally, you can see a small inlet covered with thin ice. The farther you go towards the Navy Camp, the wider the riverbed becomes.

Because the river bed has become wider, the ice area is much larger than upstream. Thick natural reeds grow on the bank. Most of the reed flowers have fallen. There are a few firm ones facing the morning sun, waiting for the arrival of early spring and the warmth of spring flowers. open.

The naval camp was in chaos as hundreds of thousands of people escaped from the Everfree Port city.

There were voices everywhere crying for father and mother.

"My Tweety!"

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