The sun began to sink in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun bathed the whole land in a dazzling golden yellow.

Gaoyang, who came to the front line by plane, sat in an armored car and followed the troops all the way to the front line of Shuangchengzi.

Gao Yang is not a character who sits in the back and strategizes thousands of miles away. He prefers to experience the front-line battlefield, and the boiling blood in his body drives him to the front-line.

Although he can't go to the battlefield in person, as long as he is on the front line, he can make Gao Yang have an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

As for security, let's not talk about the dense security contingent around him. Even the brand new Guardian Ring from the origin is enough to withstand the bombardment of large-caliber artillery!

On the front line of the twin cities, the battlefield where the smoke of gunfire has not yet cleared is scattered with all kinds of strange and broken materials, and the scattered fragments of weapons shimmer with the cold luster of metal in the light of the setting sun.

There were still a large number of dead soldiers on the battlefield that had not yet been cleared, posing in all kinds of strange poses, quietly staying on the last part of their lives.

The cold weather quickly turned these bodies out of heat into pieces of hard, icy body sculptures. The ground stained dark red by Bobo's blood was littered with stumps and severed arms, as well as disgusting, nameless internal organs.

A mixture of the smell of blood, the smoke of war, cloth, wood, gunpowder and all kinds of messy things after burning and the inexplicable smell wafted around the battlefield, this is the smell of the battlefield.

The entire battlefield is a cruel, indifferent, desolate, and desperate Jedi scene.

Gao Yang, who was wearing a heavy fur coat on his body, a sky-blue scarf around his neck, a bearskin hat on his head, and a pair of blue woolen gloves on his hands, walked solemnly on the hard ground as hard as a stone frozen by the cold weather.

He was followed by a large group of commanders with various ranks and medals. Everyone was silent and silent, following closely behind Gao Yang.

Walking into the most fierce battlefield a few hours ago, Gao Yang, who looked serious, paused, and looked at a No. 3 chariot not far away that was still emitting black smoke, its tracks were falling off, and its front armor was covered with blood.

Leaning slightly sideways, he whispered to the officers behind him and asked, "How was this destroyed?" Does the enemy have weapons capable of dealing with tanks? ”

"Commander-in-Chief." Colonel Yang Zhanqing in the crowd stepped forward quickly, came to Gao Yang's side, and said softly, "It was not destroyed by anti-tank weapons. This was the result of enemy soldiers dying with explosives bags and tanks. ”

"Oh." Gao Yang nodded slightly, a smile on the corner of his mouth. He whispered, "That's brave." ”

"Commander-in-Chief, the enemy's will to fight is indeed very tenacious. It's just that under the blows of our army's absolute superiority, it only resisted for a few hours before all of them collapsed. Colonel Yang Zhanqing bowed slightly and said confidently.

Gao Yang raised his eyebrows, glanced at him, and asked, "Are you?"

Colonel Yang Zhanqing put his feet together, saluted and shouted loudly, "Humble is the commander of the Reserve Armored Regiment of the Sixth Armored Division of the Central Army, Yang Zhanqing!" After speaking, he paused, lowered his voice and said, "Graduated from the first phase of the Nanjing Army Military Academy." ”

"Hmm." Gao Yang smiled and didn't say anything more. Turning his head to look at the long queue in the distance. The captives in tattered clothes and sluggish expressions walked slowly.

He raised his chin slightly, and asked with a somewhat dissatisfied expression, "How are the results?" Is the statistics out? Those prisoners just walked to the prisoner of war camp? What should I do if I freeze to death? What are you doing the manual work in the mines, lumberyards? ”

Lieutenant General Hong Junjie, commander of the 14th Mechanized Infantry Division, who was standing behind him, stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Commander-in-chief. The headquarters of our Vladivostok attack cluster launched an attack on Shuangchengzi at one o'clock in the afternoon, and the battle was ended within two hours. Annihilate the enemy's 35th Infantry Division and the Shuangchengzi garrison. ”

Stopped, looked at Gao Yang's expression, and coughed lightly. He continued, "In total, about 6,000 enemy troops were killed and more than 4,000 captured. He turned his head to look at the long queue of prisoners over there, and said, "The prisoners of war are all taken back to the rear to wait for processing." We have not been ordered exactly how to do this. ”

Gao Yang patted the gloves embroidered with cute cartoon patterns, which made everyone on the side feel a little awkward.

Feeling the strange gazes of his subordinates, he put away his hands, coughed, and said in a deep voice, "In the future, all the captives will be handed over to Gao Feng to be responsible." These are high-quality coolies, and dangerous mines and lumberyards require a lot of this kind of labor that does not pay or pay compensation. This is also a military feat, if you can catch more, you can catch more. It's okay to work until you die, but don't die on the road! ”

"Yes, sir!" Many officers responded in unison.

Gao Yang walked forward with a gesture. Beyond the crumbling trenches, the sparse woods burned to ashes, came to a huge earthen pit.

Tank 3 with a bulldozer shovel is slowly pushing a large number of corpses into the pit. There are also a larger number of corpses piled up in the vicinity. Look at the uniforms are all soldiers of the Far Eastern Special Army.

He raised his hand and straightened his nose, and muttered in a low voice, "Next year's harvest here will be very good." ”

While Gao Yang was inspecting the battlefield, General Bryuher, who was far away in Boli, was also continuing his entanglement.

Outside the window, the sky is getting dark, the sun is setting, and the night is about to cover the land.

General Brucher stood by the window, looking at the darkening sky with a complicated expression. "After living for so many years, it's the first time I've wished it would get dark soon!" General Bryukhel bowed his head slightly, laughing at himself helplessly.

"It was finally dark, and without the harassment of enemy planes, our troop movements were finally able to continue on the march." Ubolevich slowly walked to his side and whispered.

The two generals experienced a new combat mode today! Throughout the day, almost none of the rear reserves of the Special Army Group in the Far East were able to reach the front in time for reinforcements!

Enemy warplanes fill the sky almost all the time, blowing up any unit they find on the road like a giant black hellbird!

They attack any target. Marching columns, trains, cars, trucks, even ox carts and horse-drawn carts!

Even if you don't understand the Air Force, General Bryuhel understands that the cost of a bomb is definitely much higher than that of a horse-drawn carriage!

The enemy forces are not just destroying roads and blocking reinforcements. That kind of behavior that did not care about the valuable war materials made General Brucher's already depressed mood even heavier!

The enemy dares to waste ammunition so recklessly, which shows that they are well supplied! Now it is not only in a passive position in terms of strategy and tactics, but also a few streets in terms of weapons and equipment, and even the most important materials in combat are much worse than those of the enemy!

Now the situation of the Far Eastern Army Group is at a disadvantage in all directions! Except that there are more people than the enemy, they are no match for others in any other way.

In such a terrible situation, Moscow actually ordered them to hold on to every inch of their positions! Do they want the Far Eastern Special Army Group to be completely wiped out in a matter of days?! General Brücher's mood was extremely agitated.

Ubolevich took out a silk cloth to wipe his glasses, and said slowly: "I also think that concentrating our troops in various fortress cities is our only option at present. ”

General Bryukhel shook his head slightly, his eyes were blank, and he said with some gloom: "It's a pity that Moscow does not understand the actual situation at the front. ”

"To tell you the truth, before today, I thought like Moscow that the enemy on the other side was the same tattered army that collapsed at the touch of a few decades ago. I really didn't expect them to become so powerful now! I feel that even the British and Germans will come to the same result! Ubolevich sighed lightly and said with a lonely expression.

Both commanders were shocked by the amazing performance of Gao Yang's army. It's like a neighbor who was originally poor and white, and who lived by begging every day, suddenly became a rich man overnight!

"There's no way, now I can't control Moscow's orders. Give the order. After a while, Ubolevich stared intently and said.

General Bryukherr turned his head to look at him and said with a complicated expression: "Moscow is still pinning its hopes on diplomatic means to solve the problem, and if we directly abandon a large area of the country as soon as the war starts, Moscow will lose all its bargaining chips at the negotiating table." ”

"Humph!" Ubolevich sneered and said in a cold voice, "They have already declared war on each other, what diplomatic means do you expect?" That madman in Gao Yang is not afraid of any kind of threat at all! The only way to get him to bow his head is to win on the battlefield! If we don't retreat into the fortified fortress now, and stay in the field to be bombed, we will really lose even the last dollar of chips! ”

General Bruhel turned to look out the window, and the citizens of Burleigh, who had lost their homes in the air raids, were rummaging through the ruins of their bombed-out homes in the ruins of their bombed-out homes, shivering in the cold wind.

Looking at the miserable scene outside, General Brucher's bloodshot eyes showed a look of pain.

After a long time, when the last ray of sunlight in the distance had disappeared, General Bryucher turned to look at his chief of staff and ordered in a deep voice, "Order all troops to withdraw at once to the nearest fortified city." All the reserves are out at night, take all the supplies they can with them, and enter the city! ”

Twin cities, Vladivostok Attack Cluster Temporary Command.

The kettle squatting on the stove was steaming white and making a high-pitched cry.

The young attendant picked up the kettle and poured hot water into the coffee cup on the table, and a strong aroma of coffee instantly filled the entire war room.

The attendant gently held up the coffee cup with a strange kitten pattern, walked to the front of the map, and handed it to Gao Yang, who was carefully watching the battlefield situation.

Gao Yang reached out and took the coffee cup with a rich aroma, took a sip, frowned slightly, and said, "Sugar." Don't milk. "Drop the coffee cup on the table. (To be continued......)