Miroshniko ate a few unripe potatoes, which was not enough!
He agreed without hesitation and looked forward to the late night snack.
Yang Mingzhi clapped his hands, and his guard came over with a basket and placed it on the broken wooden table.
The late-night snack was military rations, and a large amount of roasted potatoes sprinkled with salt exuded an alluring aroma. However, for Miroshniko, who had been eating roasted potatoes almost every day for several months, the smell could not arouse his appetite. Fortunately, Gugu
The stomach bag is not picky about anything, it only needs starch, and it needs a lot of potato starch.
Miroshniko immediately devoured it, opening his mouth wide and almost taking one bite, without even peeling off the potatoes that had been burnt to black charcoal!
Suddenly, an intoxicating aroma rushed into his nostrils. He stood up suddenly and asked in surprise: "Comrade Commander! What is this smell? I can't guess wrong, this is the aroma of caramel!"
"Yes! It's candy!" Yang Mingzhi smiled funnyly, "It seems that after a long battle, your nose is still as sharp as ever!"
As a result, a lunch box full of sticky substances was placed in front of Miroshniko. Although the ingredients of the paste were a bit vague, the alluring smell drove him to grab a spoon and crazily stuff the paste into it.
In the mouth.
The moment he entered, he understood everything. There was milk, flour, and a lot of sugar! This excessive sweetness gave great vitality to the tired cells in his body, and the hairs all over his body stood up.
He devoured the baked potatoes and licked up the entire lunch box of cookie dough.
Yang Mingzhi had no intention of accusing him of being too barbaric when eating. He also had some interesting questions that he wanted to ask this guy personally.
"Comrade Miloshnikota! I wonder if you still remember there was a man named Vasilyev, and he also led a large group of Jews."
"This person?" Miroshniko was shocked, "I know! I know this person! General, how did you know about it?!"
"Hehe! Of course I know! This Vasilyev is my most capable general! I have some special knowledge about your 17th Brigade, and a lot of it was provided by Vasilyev!"
This magical reminiscing was really unexpected! Miroshniko had a lot of sweat on his forehead. It was obvious that the swamp troops, which he knew very little about, actually knew so much about his guerrilla brigade?!
"I can't believe that Vasilyev, who ran away, actually joined you and those Jews!"
"Of course! Those Jews have formed a militia, led by your old comrade Vasilyev. These people have won some battles!"
The words "victory" made Miroshniko feel very uncomfortable. Last year, because supplies were too tight, he became a supporter of forcing the man to take the Jews away. At that time, he had a serious quarrel with Vasilyev.
We have labeled each other a lot, how embarrassing would it be if we met again?
Yang Mingzhi had no intention of talking about Vasilyev. Seeing that he was well fed and drunk, it was time to talk about business.
It is actually very necessary for him to find out what happened to the 17th Guerrilla Brigade during this period of time, and how they managed to defeat less than 3,000 people from a guerrilla force of 10,000 people. These things can only be done after the army is completely stabilized.
Let Salinchkin lead the people to interrogate!
Now, a very serious problem lies before us!
Yang Mingzhi asked without hesitation: "Comrade Miroshniko! I learned from my superiors that you have been chased by the Romanian army since you broke out! I really want to know, do these enemies exist? If they exist, there is really one
The size of an infantry division?”
"That's right! Those damn Romanians do exist!" Miroshniko didn't want to elaborate on his embarrassing retreat in the past few days. Since the lieutenant general asked about it, he had to explain it carefully.
He patiently confessed, and Yang Mingzhi also listened carefully and ordered the accompanying scribe to record it.
Miroshniko said with particular certainty: "We captured an officer of the Romanian army when we were fighting in the forest. The man could speak German, so our soldiers who also spoke German could talk to him. They were the 6th Infantry of the Romanian Army.
The division has more than 10,000 troops, but its weapons and equipment are much worse than those of the German army."
Suddenly, Yang Mingzhi's eyes widened. He interrupted the man's words and quickly ordered the clerks present: "You guys, carefully record the words of Comrade Brigade Commander! These are the most important military intelligence!"
After his confession, Yang Mingzhi had a deeper understanding of the Romanian army. The poor combat effectiveness of the Romanian army had impressed Yang Mingzhi a long time ago. Miroshniko once again said that the Romanian army was inferior.
The combat effectiveness has been solidified.
"We learned that their division commander is called Grisescu. I don't know whether he is fat or thin, but the combat effectiveness of the Romanian army he led is very average. Otherwise, we would not be able to successfully break through their positions and break through successfully!
During the retreat, we accelerated our actions as much as possible. I was very worried that the Romanian army and the German army would catch up! I sent out a diversionary force, which was only one battalion in size. As a result, the enemy's pursuit was stopped abruptly!
During the blocking battle, we actually captured Romanian soldiers, and finally learned that the only ones pursuing us were the Romanian army, and the German army did not exist at all!
Those Romanian soldiers did not dare to fight us. They simply wanted to use bullets to force us to surrender! It is impossible for our guerrilla brigade to surrender to these Romanians. They could not defeat us in a short time and would not let us go.
.They are like a swarm of wasps, always looking for the best time to sting us..."
Yang Mingzhi could hear Miroshniko's disdain for Luo Jun just from his words. These words were filled with strong emotions. Is Luo Jun really so unbearable?
Yang Mingzhi would not believe it entirely, and continued to ask: "So, how many people are there in the Luo army chasing you? Since you can delay their attack with one battalion, the enemy's strength will not be very large!"
"Yes! The Roman army does have a division. The prisoners said that the order they received from their division was to annihilate us! But the enemy's troops are spread too widely! There may be only one infantry regiment pursuing us!"
"So there are still a large number of troops accompanying this Romanian infantry regiment?"
"Yes!" Miroshniko affirmed, "Their circular position once planned to trap us, and we stormed a few points to complete the breakout. The Romanian army must devote all its troops to the pursuit, especially their baggage troops and heavy weapons. These
It takes time to mobilize a large number of personnel and materials! They can only order their subordinates to pursue the pursuit first. After all, the Roman army is not a German army. They do not have so many vehicles, but they have a large number of mules and horses. During the battle, many of the Roman army's mules and horses died.
Their soldiers can only rely on two legs to pursue them. When it comes to marching, they are no match for our army!"
An interesting battle map gradually emerged in Yang Mingzhi's mind. The battle between the guerrilla brigade and the Luo Army had almost become the infantry battle mode of World War I. Almost all soldiers fought on foot, with one retreating and the other pursuing.
In World War II, which emphasized high military mobility, this combat mode was really backward.
Yang Mingzhi breathed a sigh of relief: "So that's it. We captured Slavdich and got some information about the Romanian people from the Ukrainian nationalist puppet troops defending the city. They are the Romanian Army's Sixth Infantry you mentioned.
Division, the battle plan of this unit is to enter Slavdich, which is our current city!"
"This is true!" Miroshniko was shocked. Looking at the confident look on the general's face, he asked tentatively: "If the Roman army rushes over in one breath, wouldn't the battle be inevitable! Comrade Commander
! Not to mention the combat effectiveness of the Romanian army, they are an infantry division after all, and they are a behemoth in terms of military strength! According to the orders from our superiors, after we join forces with you, we will be arranged to cross the Dnieper River and rest in your guerrilla zone!