"Hey, this is the headquarters, why are you being bombed?"
"Reinforcements, we need reinforcements"
Just in the middle of the night, Zhukov's headquarters and various frontline headquarters were in chaos. The damage caused by more than 200 tons of bombs dropped by three hundred B17s was staggering. The Soviet army deployed ten bombs on the front line.
An infantry division suffered more than 6,000 casualties in this bombing, which meant that half of the infantry division lost its combat effectiveness.
The bombing at night caused the Soviet army to panic, and it gradually calmed down until the morning. Then Zhukov called the generals from different units to hold an emergency meeting.
"Revenge, they are naked revenge."
"Our great Soviet army must not just swallow its anger."
"Fight back, fight back resolutely"
All the generals in Zhukov's command headquarters gathered together. Everyone was very angry about what happened last night. Most of them demanded a major offensive as a response to the Chahar bombing.
"Well, since everyone said we will fight back, we will fight back. Then which general comrade is willing to be the sharp knife in this counterattack mission?" Lieutenant General Vusejevich, who had been silent until now, asked rhetorically.
As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent. Everyone knew that sharp knives are not so easy to use. If they hit the steel plate, they would be broken. What's more, everyone knows that after dealing with Chahar's army for so long.
Their firepower was abnormal, and it was very difficult to attack the opponent's position head-on when the opponent had complete trenches and positions. Therefore, as soon as Lieutenant General Vusjevich said these words, everyone immediately turned to stone.
"Comrade Zhukov, the 6th Tank Division has been completely destroyed. We have to adopt an attitude, otherwise it will be difficult to explain to Moscow." The speaker was Major General Rubievich, commander of the 13th Tank Brigade.
Due to production problems, only a few units of the 13th Tank Brigade at this time could get the new T34 tanks, and all other new tanks were allocated to the 6th Tank Division by Zhukov. Major General Rubievich said this
He had some objections, so he posed a small problem to Zhukov.
Zhukov cleared his throat: "First of all, what I want to say is that the other side's bombing this time we all believe that this is the commander opposite us's revenge for the failed attack we were about to launch yesterday. I have expected this.
, but what I didn’t expect was that this revenge came so quickly, and I didn’t order the frontline troops to prepare in time. I apologize to everyone for this.”
Zhukov's sincere words gradually calmed down the anger of the Soviet general who was originally dissatisfied with him.
"Now if we want to launch an attack on the Chinese, we are not very sure. After all, we currently have too few tanks, and most of them are just old T26 and T28 tanks. If we let them charge, they will face the Chinese.
The Siberian Tiger tanks can only be used as targets, so what we have to do now is to wait, wait patiently. Wait until our new tanks can equip three to four tank divisions before launching an attack, and wipe out all the Chinese in one fell swoop.
Lose"
Zhukov's words were very plain, but they were all true. The generals also nodded silently and accepted Zhukov's suggestion.
"But we just do nothing and let the Chinese drop bombs on our heads?" an unwilling voice rang out.
"Of course not." Zhukov smiled slightly, "Our brave Russian nation will never succumb to any oppression. Whenever any nation or country wants to use high pressure to make us surrender, they will find that they made the wrong choice.
Object, Napoleon was like this, and now the evil Chinese are also like this. Just because we don’t launch a counterattack immediately doesn’t mean we don’t do anything. Didn’t we just praise dozens of sharpshooters a few days ago? It’s time to let them use their strengths.
"
Having said this, Zhukov's face suddenly looked very gloomy and strange.
The 103rd Infantry Division is one of the earliest units established in Chahar. Together with the 101st and 102nd Infantry Divisions, it is known as one of the three earliest division-level units established in Chahar. It also has the largest number of veterans in the unit.
. Therefore, they are also responsible for the defense of the frontmost position of the entire defense line, and it is also the most dangerous position.
Shi Wenbo is a recruit who has just been recruited this year. This can be seen from his upper lip with a touch of fluff and the childish look on his face. He has been assigned to a team since he came out of the recruit training camp.
He became a private in the 9th Infantry Regiment of the 03rd Division. He was quite satisfied to be able to serve in the 103rd Infantry Division. After all, this is a unit known as one of the three veterans of Chahar. I heard that it also has the largest number of veterans.
Yes, veteran doona also means that your safety factor is also greatly increased.
Today is the day of Shi Wenbo's patrol. The so-called patrol means walking around the camp's positions from south to north along the trenches. This is a very boring job. The veterans are not willing to come. They would rather stay in those places.
He slept in a cold cave, so he left this job to the new recruits.
The recruit who patrolled with Shi Wenbo was nicknamed Xiaopang. As you can guess, after he became familiar with him, not many people knew his real name. He was a recruit who came to report in the same batch as Chen Zhenglin, so he could barely be considered at the same time.
Bar.
Xiaopang is from Peiping and claims to be from Sijiu City. His joking skills are truly inherited from Sijiu City, and his voice can be heard all day long.
Today, Xiaopang began to use his talent again. He made a lot of fun while walking in the trenches, turning a journey that Chen Zhenglin originally thought was boring and depressing into a very enjoyable one.
"Zheng Lin, take a rest for a while. I'm exhausted. I can't stand it anymore. I'm going to drain the water first." Xiaopang threw down the Garand rifle on his back and ran to a slope outside the trench to untie it.
The trouser belt is prepared to be waterproof.
"Little Fatty, hurry up. We are only less than 400 meters away from the Soviet army on the opposite side. Don't let me find out and shoot you with a black gun," Shi Wenbo, who was below, couldn't help but urge.
Xiaopang smiled when he heard this, waved his hand and pretended to be heroic and said with a smile, "There are no bullets that can hit me yet."
Before Little Fatty finished speaking, he seemed to be rolling into the trench with unsteady steps. Shi Wenbo was startled and quickly stepped forward to support Little Fatty. At this moment, a dull gunshot sounded faintly from the distance.
It reached his ears everywhere.
Only then did Chen Zhenglin discover that there was a round hole the size of a copper coin in the aorta of the little fat man's neck, and blood flowed out of it like a spring.
"Little Fatty"
Shi Wenbo shouted loudly with a cry in his voice. At a loss, he tried to block the spurting blood, but he soon discovered that it was just a useless effort, and the blood continued to gush out.
The little fat guy kept twitching in his arms, and made a "ho ho ho" sound in his throat, then he jerked hard and couldn't understand it anymore.
"Medic, medic, come quickly"
A burst of heartbreaking shouting floated in this gray morning
"Sir Bai, all frontline positions reported that starting from the morning of yesterday, the Soviet army began a large-scale and organized cold-blooded campaign in front of our positions. They specifically shot my soldiers and officers who were alone or out. As of
As of three o'clock in the afternoon, more than 180 officers and soldiers had been lost on the nearly 100 kilometers of front between us and the Soviet army. The troops below were not psychologically prepared for this, and the soldiers were also panicked. They even
They dare not show their heads out of the trenches at will. This incident has a great impact on the morale of our army."
After listening to the staff report and the data in front of him, Bai Chongxi felt a headache. This new type of tactics was something he had never encountered in his decades of military service. According to the intelligence sent by the troops below, the number of these Soviet troops was unknown.
, they specialize in attacking soldiers or officers who are alone or exposed on our military positions. They even spare no medical personnel. In just two days, seven medical personnel have already died on the position.
Moreover, they are not willing to fight, and will leave with just one strike, so you can't find someone to take revenge on. Today, a soldier in a position of our army was killed. The commander on the position was so angry that he ordered the artillery to target that position.
The bombardment lasted for a long time, but later I found that the people had disappeared long ago, leaving only a pile of rotten leaves and dead branches.
"No, this matter must be resolved as soon as possible, otherwise the morale of the troops will be destroyed by them." Bai Chongxi punched his hand and thought secretly.
Bai Chongxi calmed down and said slowly, "Order all the troops to immediately select a group of sharpshooters from each department. They will also ambush in various positions and wait for opportunities to kill the enemy's soldiers and officers. Don't they like to kill each other's medical staff? Then we will do the same."
Don't be polite, you are in the first year of junior high school, and I will be in the fifteenth year."
At this point, Bai Chongxi hesitated slightly, "Send another telegram to Commander Su and report to him the situation here truthfully."
At this time, in an artillery hole in a certain Soviet position, a group of Soviet soldiers wearing white camouflage uniforms were drinking and singing together.
"Haha, it was really fun to kill today." A Soviet soldier held a porcelain cup in one hand and black bread in the other and laughed loudly, "I killed three Chinese guys today, how many of you did you kill?"
"I killed two today."
"I'm unlucky today. I only killed one person, and he was a medic. I'm so unlucky."
"Haha, Ivan, you are so bad, can you only kill medical soldiers? Hahaha"
While everyone was drinking happily, only one Soviet soldier did not join in their conversation. He was just silently wiping the Mosin-Nagant sniper rifle in his hand that seemed to be well taken care of. He was thin and young.
His face revealed a coldness that kept strangers away.
"Vasily, why don't you drink?"
At this time, a companion patted him on the shoulder and asked him, and he just shook his head lightly and stopped talking.