Chapter seven hundred and sixty-six a piece of the past in 1939
It was already late at night, and Carambola had already made the bed, covered her with a blanket and sat on the bed, looking at her husband who was still burning the midnight oil.
At this moment, Yang Mingzhi, who was deep in the dormitory, was not sleepy at all. There were two documents on his desk. One was a report on the collection of airdrop supplies from Catfish Village, and the other was intelligence obtained from members of the "Locomotive Guerrilla Brigade"
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With the help of the dim light of kerosene, a man was still working. Star Tao was worried and lonely, and asked with concern: "Brother, why not just come here tonight and have a rest early."
"No." Yang Mingzhi raised his right hand, "Xiao Tao, you don't understand. I didn't expect their guerrillas to be quite capable."
"Ability? What ability is there? Could it be that our deputy division commander is more capable." Yang Tao's words were more of a joke. Of course, in her heart, no one is more capable than her husband.
Listening to his wife's sweet words, Yang Mingzhi, whose eyelids were a little trembling, stretched beautifully and replied: "I mean that Peronisky, now I know how they spend the winter, because they actually ambush
The train derailed and the German army's various logistical supplies were scattered. The large amount of food was enough to last them for a long time."
"Aren't these just railway guerrillas!" After listening to her husband's words, Yang Tao also became energetic.
The girl had to recall many things that happened in China, and she revealed that she had also participated in ambushing Japanese military columns.
This was really unexpected by Yang Mingzhi. His wife's words were full of excitement, and he had to turn around and ask about this matter in detail.
It turned out that this was a battle launched by the Anti-Union guerrillas that Yang Tao once followed. Using explosives seized from the Japanese army, a section of railway track was blown up in front of the military column, causing the entire vehicle to overturn. This Anti-Union force thus gained important
Warm clothing and some ammunition.
After hearing what she said, Yang Mingzhi slapped his thigh: "Hey! My dear, Peronisky also used this method! They got clothes and food, but they didn't get any guns and ammunition. I really didn't expect you, little girl.
You're really good at it, how old were you then?"
"It was the twenty-eighth year of the Republic of China, and I was sixteen years old."
"Oh my God, you went to war at the age of fifteen!" Yang Mingzhi half sat up excitedly.
Therefore, this incident happened in the winter of 1939. The first time I met her was in 1940. After Yang Tao’s family was killed, he was taken in by the Anti-Japanese Forces by accident. After asking more, Yang Mingzhi was
She knew that she was not a combatant in that ambush, but she witnessed every detail of the entire operation.
Through her confession, Yang Mingzhi was also able to analyze that the railway that the anti-Union team attacked was built by the Russians and was a certain section of the China Eastern Railway. If they thought about it carefully, did they attract the Japanese by doing such a thing?
Crazy revenge, in the end, only one health worker, Yang Tao, survived in this resistance force?
This inference seemed to be true, and Yang Mingzhi did not continue to think about it.
The topic returned to Belarus, which is 10,000 kilometers away. Seeing that his wife was in high spirits, Yang Mingzhi also wanted to ask some questions.
"Dear, I guess you blew it up at that time..."
"It's us! Brother! Don't forget, you are the last soldier to join our team! Although we are in the Soviet Union, we cannot forget that we are anti-fascist fighters. Our struggle today is not only for the Soviet Union, but also for our
motherland."
Guessing that this child started to take political lessons when he was fifteen years old, Yang Mingzhi waved his hand: "I will continue! I guess the railway we blew up was the railway built by Lao Maozi, so it was a broad gauge. We are in Belarus.
, the railway situation is exactly the same! So since you have personally participated in a successful ambush operation, the action plan you have mastered can be completely replicated here!"
Yang Tao was as smart as ice and snow. She immediately understood her husband's intention and hurriedly asked: "Brother, when I eat, I don't just chew meat and my ears are sharp. I thought of this when you guys were talking about bombing trains.
Are you also planning to catch the enemy’s train?”
"Of course!" Yang Mingzhi tapped his thigh, "Xiao Tao, this German train is no different from the Japanese. It is impossible for a long and narrow railway line to be full of soldiers, and there are usually very few soldiers escorting supplies. So we can completely
There is no fuss about this, after all, we cannot rely on our superiors to provide us with airdrops, we have to do it ourselves."
Yang Tao smiled and simply hummed a guerrilla song.
"Yes! You, a little girl, understand very quickly!" After praising her a few words, Yang Mingzhi had no choice but to enjoy it again. Holding the report document in his hand, he said: "This Locomotive Guerrilla Brigade does not have the Soviet guerrilla force establishment. They are
They were organized spontaneously. Since their establishment, they have only engaged in two types of combat actions. One is to attack concentration camps, and the other is to serve as railway guerrillas.
In retrospect, we and the German infantry divisions in the north were fighting over a broken road, so we might as well have found another way to build their railway. This would not only use up their transportation, but we could also get a lot of supplies."
Regarding the issue of Balzen, Yang Mingzhi clearly realized that he had made a strategic mistake. Looking at this matter from a dialectical perspective, the damage to the German army should be great, but the result of the fact is that the strength of the army is still weakened.
It can be said that the battle took place at the wrong time and place. Our own troops were too poorly equipped and rushed into the battle. Balzen made the mistake of underestimating the enemy. It is strange that he did not suffer heavy losses.
After learning that Fuming had recently taken over such a guerrilla brigade, perhaps the future strategy should really change.
It is necessary for me to bring up these things at the military meeting and implement them. Moreover, I am already in Catfish Village. Not only will I have to go to the chemical laboratory tomorrow, I must also go to the hospital to visit the frail Peronisky.
"Okay! My dear, that's it for now." Yang Mingzhi stood up and took off his coat, revealing his broad back under the dim light of the kerosene lamp.
The arms of this pure man should make Xiao Nier's heart flutter in this era. She posed in a few poses and really made the girl giggle.
Yang Tao leaned his butt to one side and patted the bed: "Brother! Be careful of the cold. Come over quickly and cover yourself with the blanket. There will be so many important things tomorrow, so we must rest."
"Okay! I listen to you."
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In Catfish Village late at night, the stars are shining brightly, and the moonlight shines on the large and small fish ponds on the ground, reflecting thousands of mottled reflections.
After a day of picking mushrooms, the soldiers and civilians were finally able to rest. For the soldiers, they had eaten fresh meat that they had not seen for a long time. This meat was actually hunted by the division commander and chief of staff himself, and they were filled with gratitude in their hearts.
In fact, Yang Mingzhi is not very clear about his influence among the grassroots soldiers. Generally speaking, whether in the Tsarist Russian army or the Soviet Red Army, officers and soldiers have strict respect and inferiority, so that officers can often be very domineering. "If soldiers are afraid of their own
Officers, then they will not be afraid of the enemy." According to this concept born in the 17th century, the Soviet army actually acquiesced in many things.
It is obvious to all the soldiers that although the Chief of Staff is a foreigner, he does not pursue any privileges and has no bureaucratic style. He only thinks about improving the lives of everyone in this difficult situation.
What works is what works. Yang Mingzhi's approachable attitude and his charisma have infected many junior officers. This time we all ate the broth, and our morale was really high again.