The special operations in Changlu achieved fruitful results, and the special operations brigade completely paralyzed the command system of the Russian army with negligible casualties, so that the Russian army completely became a rabble in a short period of time. At this time, if we can launch a general offensive against the Russian army in one go, the Manchurian Army, which has absolute superiority, will be able to complete the strategic goal of completely annihilating the Miryutin group. But at this time, there was a great variable on the combat sand table of Guoxinga.

More than 40,000 Petrov people, who had been missing for almost half a month, suddenly appeared, and the position was quite awkward, just behind the 6th and 11th divisions. Petrov's sudden appearance was like a heart-warming kick, right in the chest. Ignore him! After all, it is an army of 40,000, and there are still many big threats. Turn over and destroy him! It will miss the great opportunity to annihilate the Miliujing Group. There is only one chance for special operations, and if Changlu is allowed to do it again, it will be tantamount to death.

Whether Petrov was a devout believer or not, Gochena doesn't know, but God really covered him! The Petrov group, which suddenly disappeared, neither learned stealth nor went far, they were lost. After being suddenly cut off by the 11th and 7th Divisions, Petrov was in a hurry to break through and join Milyutin, and Petrov, who was unable to break through the Manchurian defense line for a while, used crooked tricks and plunged headlong into the remnants of the Great Khingan Mountains, trying to find a way through the hills, and then he got lost. For half a month, the Petrov group has been circling in the mountains, and it can't get out like a ghost hitting a wall.

The reason why the 7th Division and the aviation scouts could not find them was because of some unbelievable reasons. As soon as the Petrov's group disappeared, the 7th Division began to search for them, but a strong wind was blowing near the route of Petrov's retreat, and a small sleet fell after the gale, covering all traces of their march. The reconnaissance team found some traces and could not tell where Petrov had gone.

It stands to reason that even if the Seventh Division could not find them, the aviation scouts should be able to find them, but this plain between the Jingqili River and the Wudi River has been in fierce fighting recently, and the guns have generated a lot of heat, which has caused the temperature in the vicinity to rise unevenly. The early winter has arrived, the weather is relatively cold, and the plain is close to the water source, and a large amount of heat suddenly appears, causing a lot of fog on the surface. Petrov also didn't know how much virtue he had accumulated in his previous life, the wind blew the fog above his head, and the aviation scouts naturally couldn't find them without a thermal device. This fog is not something that lasts for a long time, but every time an aviation scout passes by above Petrov's head, he catches up with the fog, and it is really evil.

"Xing Cong, order the troops to move eastward and occupy the valley between the fifteenth and seventy-third heights!" Goxinga didn't dare to bet that Petrov must have moved closer to Milyutin this time, after this buddy appeared, he seemed to have lost his way and kept spinning in place, Goxinga was very worried that he would rush to the east.

"General, if you want to transfer another division from the Second Army Group, you still don't want to go to the front line in person." Xing Cong naturally disagreed with Guo Xing'a's opinion, and now there are only the Guards Brigade and the Mercenary Division left around Guo Xing'a, and the total strength is more than 20,000 people. Even if the Guards Brigade is strong, the combat effectiveness of the mercenary division is not optimistic, and if there is a mistake, the veteran Guoxinga will be in danger.

"Acton's side has been attacking for a long time, it is already a stalemate, it is not suitable to transfer people out, and it is too late in time. I'd better move forward a little bit! We just have to take precautions, and we may not be able to engage in battle, not to mention that the Russian army is already a trapped beast and there will be no danger. Guo Xing'a thought about it, and the best way at the moment was for him to take his direct troops to the top.

"Let the 6th and 11th Divisions turn around and annihilate the Petrov Group first!" Xing Cong does not have the strength of Tan Shaoguang and others, and he can't persuade Guo Xing'a to persuade him, so he can only make a roundabout.

"Hmmm! That's all there is to it. We went to cut off Petrov's retreat, let the 6th and 11th divisions turn back first to do the main attack, and pack Petrov first before going to participate in the battle to encircle and annihilate Milyutin. The other departments should not move, launch a general attack on the Russian army according to the original plan, and take advantage of the chaos of the Russian army's current command system, knock on a hammer first! "Petrov is now a free man, Goxinga must kill him, otherwise wherever he goes to make trouble, Goxinga's grand strategy will have problems.

"Yes!" Xing Cong saw that Guo Xing'a was resolute, and he did not persuade again, so he could only go down to arrange the specific march of the troops.

Guo Xing'a, who was sitting alone, was restless for a while, and after summing up how Petrov had evaded the detection of the Manchurian army, Guo Xing'a had been very uncomfortable in his heart. He seemed to feel it again, the mysterious power that made Monk Greenqin lose his family and made him almost die of fever. Petrov's bizarre disappearance, there are too many coincidences in it, which makes Goxinga feel crooked from the bottom of his heart. Just as the Jade Emperor lost a mahjong game with God, God was destined to belong to the white people in the nineteenth century, and they refused to let the Chinese turn over, white people always had bizarre good luck, and the yellow people were unlucky in the nineteenth century. Guo Xing'a came through time, so he was really unsure whether there were ghosts and gods in the world, especially after seeing the universe-like eyes of Zhang Jia's little Buddha, he was even more uncertain. If it was really God helping the white people, Guoxing Ah really didn't know what bad luck would happen to him later.

The general Xingyuan of Goxinga moved again, this time across the Wudi River and stationed in the area between the Great Xing'an Mountains and the Wudi River. This is the valley of the Wudi River, which can be regarded as a natural passageway, and there are about 150 highlands nearby, all of which have been marked by the Manchurian army. The No. 15 to No. 73 heights named and defended in Goxinga are strategic points that restrict the main transportation routes, and controlling these areas can block the passage and ensure that the Russian army cannot pass through them.

The battle of the 6th and 11th Divisions to turn back and attack the Petrov group did not go well, not because of how strong the Petrov group was, but because the terrain of their battle zone was very complicated. The 6th and 11th Divisions were constrained by the terrain and could not effectively deploy their forces, and the superiority of artillery was also offset by the mountains. The two armies had already started a purely infantry-based fight, and although the Manchurian Army still had an absolute advantage, its progress was very slow, and it was estimated that it would no longer be able to participate in the battle to annihilate the Milyutin group.

"It's getting colder, it's damning!" Guo Xing'a, who was wearing an overcoat, looked at the gloomy sky, and his heart was also very gloomy.

"General, urgent report!" Xing Cong ran to Guo Xing'a in a panic.

"What's wrong?" Xing Cong looked depressed, and everyone could see that it was not good news.

"I just received an urgent telegram from the Second Cavalry Division, the Fourth Division, the Seventh Division and other units, and it suddenly snowed heavily on the front line of the Jingqili River, and all the units were trapped in the snow and it was very difficult to move!" Xing Cong was sweating all over his head in the very cold winter, and this heavy snow abolished more than half of the main force of the Manchurian Army.

"Where's Miryukin! Is it snowing too? Goxinga's voice trembled a little.

"It's raining too, but the scouts have reported that the snow on their side is smaller than the snow in our departments!" Xing Cong replied stumblingly.

"The number of days!" Guo Xing'a looked at God and wanted to cry without tears.