Zhang Zijian's questions are to the point. Although Zhang Zijian's personality is a little slippery, after all, he fought one battle after another, and he also started as a soldier step by step. He didn't go to a military school, not even Kang Da. However, the actual combat experience is incomparable to Wang, who entered the prisoner of war camp just out of school.

There are only a few commanders at all levels of the Eighth Route Army who have received formal military education. Except for a few people who studied in the Soviet Union, the rest is just the accelerated education of the first few periods of Whampoa. The vast majority of them graduated from the War University, that is, the War University. These military commanders, although some of them are not even able to do their homework on the map.

The vast majority of people do not know who Napoleon and Kutuzov are. However, they came out of the war step by step, and their actual combat experience was far better than that of those officers who had received formal military education but had not been on the battlefield. The most crucial thing for a qualified military commander is to rely on the battlefield to accumulate.

War University is the best school for a military man. It's just that it is not easy to get out of such a school and really survive until graduation. In addition to being extremely experienced in actual combat, these people can also be said to be the lucky ones of war to a certain extent.

Maybe they're scarred, maybe they've all crawled out of the pile of dead people. But compared with those comrades-in-arms who never got up after falling, left their lives and bodies in the snow-capped mountains and grasslands of Hubei, Henan, Anhui, Sichuan, Shaanxi, and northwest Sichuan, as well as the Hexi Corridor filled with yellow sand, and stayed on various anti-Japanese battlefields in North China.

They were lucky because they survived. After experiencing hardships that almost all armies in this world have not experienced, as well as a long career of war. They have forged not only their muscles and spiritual will, but also their rich combat experience and battlefield command ability.

Of course, they have never had air support, and they have never received large-scale artillery support, and they are not equipped with tanks, and they are not capable of commanding a modern composite army. But when it comes to the basic tactics of the infantry, they have never been afraid of anyone on the battlefield. Ambush warfare, movement warfare, and mountain guerrilla warfare are their real strengths.

The ginger is still old and spicy, and it is not okay to admit this. As soon as Zhang Zijian's questions were raised, Wang Jun's face was somewhat unnatural. Wang Jun also considered the feints in Zhang Zijian's several questions. However, he believes that this kind of deployment should be decided by the superiors.

As for the other two issues, he really hadn't thought about it. Especially those young and middle-aged prisoners, can they physically withstand the need to be rescued and evacuated quickly? I have been in both the prisoner of war camp and the labor camp of the devils, and how can I forget the treatment I and my brothers who were captured together at that time?

At that time, the Japanese soldiers guarding their brothers did not even eat half full every day. I'm hungry all day long, my eyes are dizzy, not to mention working, even walking is difficult. Although the prisoners are now being held by puppet soldiers, they are all Chinese. But those who have long forgotten what their ancestors are, will they look at them differently just because they are their own compatriots?

Wang Jun knew that it was impossible to expect these bastards to be kind. Even if they didn't want to make trouble for themselves, the puppet soldiers who guarded them would not let the captured people have enough to eat. Isn't it a problem for hundreds of young adults to be locked up together and fed to their heart's content? What's more, the puppet army also knows that there must be hidden eight ways among these captured people.

Those local cadres of the Eighth Road, as well as some so-called militias and other armed forces, and even the old Eighth Road do not wear military uniforms. Once the situation is dangerous and the gun is buried, if there is no one to help identify it, it will be indistinguishable from the old peasant from the appearance alone. These people, especially those old eight roads, have a very strong ability to mobilize.

If you feed these people, won't you be asking for trouble for yourself? If these people make a fuss, and the Japanese will blame them, who will be able to bear the responsibility? The physical fitness of the captured personnel certainly could not bear the strength of the rapid march. How did I ignore this?

Zhang Zijian pointed out a few words, and Wang Jun, who was somewhat stimulated, calmed down quickly after experiencing some unnatural expressions. Only then did he realize that even though it was still a friendly army, in the mouths of his former colleagues, it was actually called a bandit army, and it was not what he imagined.

Originally, I thought that this army was composed of a group of mud legs who typed not one. Even high-ranking officers did not have much formal military education. Even some of the actual troops under his command should be called lieutenant general-level officers over there, and the words are all written.

He still remembered that when he was at the military academy over there, an instructor who had dealt with the Eighth Road more than once on the battlefield said it. It's an army of mud legs, plus those broken guns and blades like burning sticks. Real combat effectiveness, that's all there is to it.

Although he is now a member of this army, Wang Jun has some contempt for this army. He thinks that he, the third graduate of the Central Military Academy, is a regular officer here. He is still a little arrogant in his heart, and he seems a little out of place in this army.

Although Wang Jun said that he hid it very well, he was somewhat contemptuous of the battalion and company-level officers in this army. Even in addition to Li Ziyuan and He Sanliang, including Zhang Zijian, the deputy head of the regiment who drafted a telegram, couldn't write many words, and could only replace it with a circle, they all looked down on it.

It is believed that these officers, without formal military education, are not worth mentioning in their real military level. The reason why Li Ziyuan convinced him was because when he followed Li Ziyuan to fight before, Li Ziyuan's performance made him very happy and convinced. But for others, Wang Jun felt that he was somewhat superior.

But today's few words from Zhang Zijian made him understand that in this army, there is indeed no one who can take up the post of an officer. This is not very old, but he carries a dry tobacco pouch all day long, and looks rustic. The eyes are so vicious, and you can see the most lacking in your entire plan at a glance.

Zhang Zijian's words can be said to have given Wang Jun a very profound education. The little contempt for the Eighth Route Army before has long been gone at this moment. Now he knows that most of the officers at all levels in this army have indeed not received formal military education. But they grew up on the battlefield, and they all became steel after a hundred tempering.

Looking at Wang Jun, whose face was a little red, Li Ziyuan smiled and did not speak. Instead, he looked at Zhang Zijian and said, "Lao Zhang, what do you think?" As I just said, today we will express our opinions and say whatever we want. If you have any ideas in your heart, bring them out and discuss them together. ”

Regarding Li Ziyuan's openness, Zhang Zijian did not speak immediately, but took out his cigarette pouch and lit it and took two deep puffs before saying: "Regiment Commander, my opinion is that on the basis of Staff Officer Wang, after thinking more about the accidents that may be encountered, it should be enough to revise it again." ”

"Although his plan is a little less considered in terms of the overall situation. But at least his idea of infiltrating into the interior of Pingchuan and combining the inside and outside to achieve a quick solution is still correct. This kid is a good seedling, but the overall view is still not enough, and he still needs to hone it well. ”

"Commander, I'm a straight person, and I've always said something. What is right is right, what is wrong is wrong, and a few of us are here to discuss the battle plan, and we are all grinding our tongues. But our mouths are all made up by the soldiers with blood. If you think about it comprehensively, you are responsible for the fighters under you. ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Zijian looked at Wang Jun over there, but he smiled and didn't say anything more. Zhang Zijian's personality is indeed relatively sleek, but he can still hold the rudder on key issues. It's not that he can't see something, but not saying it doesn't mean he doesn't take it seriously.

Zhang Zijian's voice fell, Li Ziyuan turned his head to look at He Sanliang, who was nodding after listening to Zhang Zijian's thoughts, and said, "Old He, your thoughts are the same?" Well, it's up to you to do the thing. Wang Jun's idea is good, but his experience is still a little lacking. Lao Zhang is right, there is still a little lack of training. ”

Regarding Li Ziyuan's idea of letting himself make up for the leaks, He Sanliang stood up and walked to the front of the sand table, took the willow stick in Wang Jun's hand and said: "Actually, how to fight this battle, I think the head of the regiment has already known it in his heart. However, I see that the combat meeting held by the regiment commander today is still a bit unsupportive, so let everyone help him find and fill in the gaps. ”

After He Sanliang finished speaking, the following cadres couldn't help but smile. However, Li Ziyuan, who was lifted by He Sanliang, did not feel the slightest embarrassment. Pointing to a few cadres, he said, "If you want to laugh, laugh openly and loudly, there's nothing to be ashamed of." ”

"It is said that three stinkers are on top of one Zhuge Liang, and so many of us estimate that there are two Zhuge Liang." Therefore, I named this battle meeting for us today as Zhuge Liang Club. I'm not an immortal, and I'm not as good as Zhuge Kongming. Even Zhuge Kongming, the immortal-like character who was blown up, had the mistake of losing the street pavilion, not to mention me, a stinker? ”

"Although Lao Zhang is a sleek, he has a little bit of hatred. That's what we're thinking about here is a bit more comprehensive, taking into account some unexpected factors that will affect the success or failure of the battle. When our soldiers arrive on the battlefield, they will pay a lot less blood. ”

"Every one of our warriors is like a baby pimple. My parents raised me so big and sent them to the army to fight against Japan, not to brush up on the Japanese army's achievements. Those of us who are battalion commanders and regiment commanders must be responsible for every soldier. Before the war, we should think more about it, and when formulating the action plan, we should listen more to the opinions of the grassroots leaders below, so that the blood of the soldiers will be shed less. ”

"As a military commander, when you need to be autocratic, you have to be autocratic. But when it's time to work together, we still have to work together. It's not that you don't have an idea to listen to some different opinions. After all, the battle still depends on the soldiers and those company and platoon commanders to fight. ”

"In the future, you people may be moving up to higher positions. It is not impossible for regiment commanders, brigade commanders, division commanders, and even army commanders and commanders of military districts. But remember that when you are directing a battle, you should never just be directed against the map. Because it's easy for you to draw a stroke on the map, and you need your warriors to measure it step by step. ”