It's no wonder that everyone disdains, Huoshan is located in the hinterland of Dabie Mountain, belongs to the northern foot of Dabie Mountain, is farther away from the Eighth Route Army, and even has to pass through Lu'an.

Everyone dispersed in a hurry, just as the cook came in with a big basket, and brought out bowls of steaming noodles from the basket, and everyone put all their thoughts on the noodles.

Mr. Lin sat with his hands on his chest, with a bowl of steaming noodles in front of him, but as if he hadn't seen it, his eyes looked over the steaming heat, and he stared at the place name of Huoshan on the map.

A bowl of noodles went down, everyone even drank the soup, and shouted to pour Mr. Zhu's wine, eat and drink enough to hurry, as for the headache of Lu'an, let the boss continue to have a headache, no matter whether Lu'an can be won or not, the task of blocking the enemy in front of him must be completed, after all, this is a battle related to the future of the country and the nation, and you can't be sloppy.

Just when everyone was eating and drinking and preparing to leave, the correspondent came in to report that the New Fourth Army had sent an urgent telegram informing them that the 40th Group Army had begun to move, that the 10th Army had attacked Huangshan, and that the Hurricane Column was blocking the reinforcements of the Japanese 3rd Division in southern Anhui, and that their task was to surprise attack Pengze.

When everyone heard this, they suddenly looked happy, the 40th Group Army moved, and it was not far from the battle, and the recovery of Wuhan was just around the corner.

But before everyone was happy for two minutes, suddenly there was a loud "pop", which directly frightened everyone.

Following the prestige, Mr. Lin sat at the table, with one palm on the table, the steaming noodles in front of him had not moved, but the soup had spilled some on the table, obviously this slap was taken by him, everyone looked at each other and didn't know what was going on, Mr. Lin had shouted excitedly: "Master, really a master, thousands of troops and horses blocked Jinzhai, he can figure it out?" Hahaha! ”

Everyone's interest was immediately hoisted, and one by one they moved closer to Mr. Lin, Mr. He was particularly anxious, and said, "Lao Lin, tell me about the situation?" ”

Who knew that Mr. Lin glanced at Mr. He and said, "I will want to know, who buried me just now, I want to know, I don't want to tell you." As he spoke, he picked up his chopsticks, picked up the noodles on the table, and ate them slowly.

"Hey! Okay, you sister Lin, look at your careful eyes! Mr. He's fingers connected to Mr. Lin, and his helpless appearance caused a burst of laughter.

"Sister Lin" is Mr. Lin's nickname when he was at the Whampoa Military Academy, and he was called because of his taciturnity, not many people know about it, and only these people in this room dare to say it.

Speaking of Mr. Lin's nicknames, there are really a lot of nicknames, such as "Genius Tactician", "Victorious General", "Eagle of the Red Army", "Anti-Japanese Hero", "Han Xin in the Army" and so on, most of them are praises. No matter how disgraceful the side he played in later history, his contributions during the war are still indelible, especially the "three-three system tactics", "three-fierce tactics", "one-point two-sided tactics" and so on, which are still widely used today, and even are still the teaching materials of the West Point Military Academy.

If there was no one beside Mr. Lin, he cleaned the noodles in the bowl, poured the remaining soup into his stomach, pushed the empty bowl in front of Mr. He, and said, "Pour it!" ”

"Hey 616161616161 I 616161616161." Mr. He was a little angry, but his desire to learn made him honestly pick up the wine jar and pour a bowl of wine full, "Drink, drunk won't kill you?" ”

There was another burst of laughter in the room, and Mr. Lin didn't care, picked up the bowl and took a sip of wine, before getting up and taking the map on the table in front of him, and a group of people quickly surrounded him.

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That night, at five o'clock in the morning, three signal flares rose in the northwest corner of Xinyang, and then a stream of fire rushed straight into Xinyang City, firing the first shot of the Third Battle of Wuhan.

On July 6, the 30th year of the Republic of China (1941), the Fifth Theater assembled the 21st Group Army and the 22nd Group Army, with a total of 100,000 troops in seven divisions, launched a fierce attack on Xinyang.

It took less than four days from the issuance of the order to the assembly of troops to the arrival of each unit at its own front, which is an incredible thing in the battle sequence of the national army, but this time, they did it.

There is no suspicion, no dark fists behind the back, everyone thinks in one place and works in one place, so that this battle is very smooth from the beginning.

I have to say that there are many reasons for this situation, Jiang Haoran of course has made great contributions, with his current tactical level, he is a well-deserved god of war in the national army, the plan is from his handwriting, no one will doubt it, and then the 331 base provided enough weapons and ammunition for this battle, from small guns and ammunition bazooka to artillery fire, making up for all the equipment they did not have before, and they were all airlifted to cash on the spot, and it was by no means a blank slate.

Moreover, Bai Chongxi parachuted into Xiangyang and personally commanded this campaign, which also brought great confidence to the officers and men. Of course, there is another very important reason, the Chinese have been oppressed by the little devils for too long, but all Chinese who have a little national complex have an evil fire in their hearts, not to mention these soldiers on the front line, especially this is the first large-scale counteroffensive of the Chinese, who does not want to take this opportunity to vent the grievances in their hearts?

Just after the first shot was fired in Xinyang in the Fifth War Zone, less than ten minutes, three red signal flares also appeared in the sky over Zhumadian, and the Eighth Route Army's attack on Zhumadian also began.

Wuhan, the headquarters of the 11th Army of the Japanese Army.

The sky was already dark, but the Japanese headquarters was still brightly lit, and the staff officers and generals shuttled through it, all with gloomy faces and hurried looks, and the telegraph and telephone rang non-stop.

Anan Weiji's face was gloomy and terrifying, and Kinoshita Yong beside him was also at a loss, the war came suddenly and quickly, so that they were all a little caught off guard, at five o'clock the Chinese army began to attack, and it was less than an hour now, and the urgent messages from Xinyang and Zhumadian had been sent three times in a row, and the seals were shocking and all of them were asking for help.

And the bad news did not stop there, first the periphery of Huangshan found Jiang Haoran's troops menacing, and then Xiushui, Tongshan, Yueyang, Jingzhou, and Suizhou all found a large number of Chinese troops moving towards their front, and the special high class agents from all over the country also sent news, and a large number of troops began to pour into the direction of Changsha.