A telegram from the front line was suddenly delivered to the headquarters of the Soviet 63rd Army.
Here, a large number of telegram documents have been piled up in a thick pile. Yang Mingzhi, who had just woken up, came out of the lounge and the first thing he asked was how many telegrams he had received during the night.
What he was most concerned about was Balzen. That guy and Peronisky sent a telegram last night, claiming to have discovered a German transport convoy.
"Staff officer? Has the reconnaissance battalion sent a telegram? Have the German troops discovered been eliminated?"
A staff officer received the telegram with a smile: "Comrade Commander, we have won. Take a look."
Yang Mingzhi snatched the document and looked at it impatiently.
Balzen will definitely succeed, but the price of success and the results are unknown. Yang Mingzhi looked carefully, and his hands could not help but burst with veins, and he even stamped his feet in excitement.
"What's going on? What makes you so excited?" Yevlov, who had just woken up and was slovenly wearing a coat, came over and asked.
"It's Balzen, they really won."
"Isn't this natural? It seems they launched a night attack."
"Indeed, they also skillfully used our army's traditional tactics to surround three buildings and successfully annihilated the entire German transport team, killing as many as 800 enemy people, while our army suffered only more than 200 casualties."
This was an exciting number. Yevlov's body couldn't help but tremble. He continued to ask: "What else did they say?"
Yang Mingzhi nodded; "There's another windfall! They seized a lot of bread. If Balzen goes there, we won't have to transport any more food to them in the next two or three days."
"This is a good thing. It can reduce a lot of pressure on our logistics. I think since it is a transport team, they should also seize a lot of ammunition that was originally shipped to the German army."
"This is what I want to say." Yang Mingzhi snapped his fingers, "Come here, let's go to the map."
The senior commanders of the two armies stood at the map table, and Yang Mingzhi began to strategize again.
"Balzen and Peronsky's big seizure was actually artillery shells! They claimed to have found four 75mm field guns and up to a thousand rounds of shells. Currently, of the twenty guns in our artillery battalion, five of them are ready for use.
.The number of artillery shells captured from the Romanians is running low, and the German artillery shells just make up for the shortfall."
Yevlov became more and more excited as he listened, and asked anxiously: "So what tactics have you come up with? Otherwise, you wouldn't have to stand in front of the map table."
Yang Mingzhi laughed. He picked up the command post and pointed at the position of Roshakov's troops. "This is our army's position. Ten kilometers to the east is the German army's position. According to the intelligence sent by Balzen yesterday, it can be determined at present.
Ten kilometers due east of Roshakov is the enemy's position, which is the position of a puppet infantry regiment. Our soldiers hate the traitors, so let's let our artillery show off. Anyway, this time our
Ammunition suddenly became abundant."
"Okay! Blow up these traitors to the great motherland. As long as they are dead, the remaining German troops will be stretched thin."
Yang Mingzhi nodded: "Well, let's order Roshakov and Balzen now to transport the artillery shells back immediately and fire as early as possible this afternoon."
The rapid development of the war situation shocked Yang Mingzhi. The current German army has simply entered a passive state. The Soviet army should have been defensive, but now it has begun to take the initiative to attack. He even began to suspect that he was completely too cautious.
The Soviet army's combat effectiveness far exceeds that of the enemy. If they give it a try, the RUHE operation planned by the German army will quickly fail.
Is it time to give it a try?
He patted his face to calm down, and finally reason prevailed. That was to stick to the tactics deployed before the war. If the enemy could not be lured deeper, then continue to eat away at the enemy and kill them bit by bit!
When Yang Mingzhi sent the latest order, Balzen and Peronisky's large troops had already begun their return.
The German mules and horses that were not injured in the battle were taken away directly, along with all the carriages that could move normally. As usual, these Soviet troops carefully inspected each German corpse, removing boots, belts, and even clothes that seemed to be adequate,
After tearing off the eagle emblem, he took it away.
The Soviet army gained a huge harvest in this battle, and the captured food was enough to feed the entire Homnich garrison for two days.
Roshakov's direct unit was the German Arms Regiment, and the enlarged Peronisky Independent Regiment also had a large number of German arms. The ammunition captured offset the ammunition consumption during the battle. Homnich's Soviet army achieved the same goal as before.
Fighting nourishes fighting, and their combat effectiveness can be said to rise instead of falling.
On the way back, Balzen received telegrams from the headquarters. He could not take a leisurely stroll, but shouted slogans and ordered the troops to gallop.
The ambush ended at five o'clock in the morning, and by eight o'clock in the morning, the troops moving north were back in the forest near Homnich.
Rosakov also received the telegram and saw that the troops were returning. He hurried towards the large number of returning carriages.
"Where are the artillery shells? Where are the captured artillery shells? Are there artillery shells in these carriages?"
"No! Comrade leader, these are all bread. If you want cannonballs, please go to the carriage behind to look for them, or find our leader."
Rosakov didn't waste any time and directly called Peronisky's name until the man came over in person.
An ambush battle was won, all officers and soldiers were very happy, and the morale of the Soviet army was high.
Taking advantage of the high morale of the troops, Rosakov assessed the situation and knew that he had no time to celebrate and must immediately carry out the orders of the headquarters.
The artillery regiment will be the protagonist of this afternoon. The commander of the artillery regiment was ordered at the critical moment. He personally led his outstanding gunners to inspect the captured ammunition.
Doronin's mood was both excited and worried. He was fortunate to have captured a large number of cannonballs, but he was also very worried about the wrong size of the cannonballs.
With this complicated mood, he and the other officers looked back, and everyone began to inspect the shells.
When the crowbar opened the wooden box, Doronin just glanced at it, and a smile quickly appeared on his face.
Roshakov quickly asked: "How is it? Are the shells suitable?"
"Of course it's suitable. This is an FK16 field gun shell. Our five existing German-made field guns are of this type, and the shells are fully matched."
"I see, we also captured four cannons. Are you interested in taking a look?"
"Of course! Let me see it quickly."
Led by Roshakov, Doronin quickly saw the four cannons.
Stroking the barrels of these cannons, Doronin laughed.
"Comrade, what are you laughing at?" Roshakov asked.
"Me? I'm so happy. These are the FK16 field guns. It fires shells at a 45-degree angle and has a maximum range of thirteen kilometers!"
"Oh! That's great. I now order you to take away these cannons and artillery shells immediately. I order you to prepare before two o'clock in the afternoon and launch a bombardment on the enemy's position at two o'clock!"
"As ordered! Please prepare the telegram, we will also report new victories."