Chapter 388 General Offensive in the Far East (15): The Complete Collapse of the Defense Line "Where is this?" ”

In a daze, Zhukov didn't know how long he had been asleep, and when he passed out, he seemed to have received a heavy blow to his head, and he had been aching faintly, and he remembered that before he fainted, he seemed to see a very strangely dressed soldier in front of him and said something to himself.

The harsh white light squeezed in through the slightly open slit of his eyes, and Zhukov was a little uncomfortable, but then realized that it was a warm morning sun.

"It's dawn!!"

Realizing that it was dawn and he was unconscious, Zhukov was so shocked that he suddenly wanted to roll over and get up, but he accidentally pulled the needle on his body, and the pain was so painful that he had to sit down again, and then his eyes opened, and he saw two soldiers with guns standing in the room.

"Chinese......"

When he saw the two soldiers clearly, Zhukov only felt that everything was lost, and what he was most worried about had appeared.

The Chinese were violently attacking the defensive line under their own command, while they themselves were caught by the Chinese special forces from the rear, and the Soviet troops on the defensive line were still struggling, waiting for the order from the command to retreat in an orderly manner and cover alternately.

And now, he has become a prisoner, what to do with those soldiers, what to do with hundreds of thousands of Soviet troops and the Komsomolsk defense line, what to do with the Far East.

Zhukov's expression turned pale for a while, Rao is used to seeing storms and waves, and as the generalissimo of the Soviet Union, he can't help but feel complicated at this time.

Since ancient times, generals in both the East and the West have not particularly cared about the death or injury of soldiers, but if the number of dead or wounded or captured reaches hundreds of thousands, and even leads to the collapse of a line of defense and the defeat of a war zone, then this general will not only not be able to step on these tens of millions of corpses to achieve great deeds, but will be stinking for 10,000 years.

The Komsomolsk defense line is bound to collapse and lose its overall command, even if those Red Army front-line commanders know that they are fighting separately and retreating, but they cannot contact the theater command, and it is even more difficult to contact the Soviet Union's highest command organs, who will withdraw first? Who stays behind to cover, and who is responsible for holding back the pursuers? Where to retreat...... Too much stuff, too much stuff, one less supreme command body, and everything is messed up.

"Don't move!"

The two soldiers raised their 45-year-old submachine guns almost at the same time and stared at Zhukov viciously, in this common language, even if the soldiers spoke Chinese, Zhukov did not want to provoke them. It doesn't make sense.

"I want to see your chief!"

Zhukov, who had regained his spirits a little, repeated this sentence in Russian and English.

As a result, the two soldiers on the other side were unmoved, and they didn't know if they didn't understand at all, or they didn't care if they didn't care what he was talking about.

"Soldier, I want to see your commander."

This time, Zhukov had to say it in Chinese! His Chinese is not as good as English, and he struggles. But this time it worked out apparently, and one of the soldiers took out a short-range intercom from his waist and said: "Zhukov is awake, he wants to see ......"

"The equipment of the Chinese soldiers is really advanced."

Zhukov heard that the other party was asking his superiors, and couldn't help but look at the short-range intercom in his hand in surprise, although with his insight he could guess that the technology of this short-range intercom was not complicated, but the Chinese were able to equip it to a small soldier, which really reflected the strong military industry and national strength.

And the other party has obviously made more sophisticated submachine guns than ** sand submachine guns, Zhukov happened to know, he had cleaned and collected some on the battlefield, they were very well made, and their surnames could be very reliable, not to mention that the remnants of the Far East's military industrial strength could not be made, even if it was the wartime military industry of the Soviet Union, it could not reach this level.

However, according to Zhukov's knowledge, intelligence says that the Chinese, which seem to be leading the advanced military industry of other countries, is actually a very mature technology in China, and will not be like the German military industrial system, which pursues quality and restricts output.

And the military uniform worn by the soldier made him, the marshal, a little incomprehensible, there were some small bags on the military uniform that he didn't know what was inside, and the quality of the helmet and military boots was far from being comparable to the Soviet military supply system.

"Even the US military is inferior to them, the US military's military supply system is very fancy, while the Chinese embody the spirit of pragmatism everywhere."

This was the first time that Zhukov faced the Chinese [***] people in a state of alert, and with his rich experience and insights, he quickly came to a result that the war potential of the Chinese is very large, and many big details can be seen in small places.

...... "report, Zhukov woke up, he wants to see our head!" ”

The special forces guarding Zhukov reported Zhukov's request, and soon, Huo Weiguo got the report. Originally, as the winner of Huo Weiguo, he didn't need to meet such a captured marshal, after all, on the battlefield, heroes were judged by success or failure. No matter how beautiful he once was, once he was defeated, he was just the loser.

"I have exactly 5 minutes, so I'll meet him."

Huo Weiguo was still very curious about this opponent, and the key was that as the victorious side, he thought it was necessary to meet Zhukov, who had once claimed to be the victorious marshal of the Far East, in person.

As soon as the sky was dark, good news came from various battlefields one after another.

Several divisions and regimental reinforcements of the army were successfully blocked by hundreds of tanks and a group army, and even the armored troops successfully interspersed and surrounded a division on the blocking battlefield, and the defeated army made a mistake again, they may have been very brave when attacking or defending, but this time it was to help the Soviets, the will to fight was not strong, and after suffering heavy losses, the troops did not advance but retreated, and several divisions and regiments quickly broke away from contact with the squadron.

It was the retreat of this rescue force that caused the last straw of the Soviet army to float away with the water, and the complete collapse of the Komsomolsk defense line was imminent.

Yamashita, who got the news, dropped the phone angrily, slapped the staff officer several times, and finally had no choice but to report to Tokyo in person that there would be major changes in the situation in the Far East, and that the army in the Far East needed to make arrangements as soon as possible, and that it was likely to face the same situation of being surrounded by the Soviet army as if it were holding on to the reinforcements.

The core section of the Komsomolsk defense line has been lost, as many as eight Red Army divisions have been wiped out, some have been blown up in positions or underground bunkers, and some have not had time to retreat and are easily divided and surrounded by the infantry of the [***] team.

Those who could escape were not much better, and the Soviet troops, who fled all the way into Komsomolsk, were soon attacked on a large scale, and hundreds of thousands of [***] teams launched a full-scale attack on the long defensive line, and the small Komsomolsk was no longer able to stop this torrential offensive.

On the entire long defense line of more than 200 kilometers, the Chinese [***] team was attacking everywhere, and when one point broke through, a large area of positions was divided and surrounded.

Especially at dawn, the Soviet troops, who had lost their command and coordination, could only fight on their own, and some of the Soviet troops on the left side of the line had retreated, while the Soviet troops on the right were still holding on, and as a result, they were easily surrounded.

And the Soviet army, which has lost its supreme leadership, no longer has any restraint in surrendering, and a large number of Soviet troops cannot outrun the [***] team and their tanks and combat vehicles, and it is the most common thing to raise their hands to surrender.

By the time Zhukov woke up, Komsomolsk had already been taken, the entire defensive line had basically been broken through, and a large number of Soviet troops were caught in the encirclement.

A part of the retreating Soviet troops will not end well, the pursuing troops are boarding tanks and armored vehicles and setting off, and the massive aerial aircraft group is taking off again, and these Soviet routs who are frantically fleeing in the direction north of Komsomolsk will soon be subjected to unprecedented fierce air pursuit and bombardment.

When Huo Weiguo walked into Zhukov's temporary prison, Zhukov had calmed down, and he even tried to talk to the soldiers guarding him or ask for some daily necessities, cigarettes, etc., but the iron-clad special forces officers and soldiers were unmoved, regardless of whether he was a marshal or a small soldier. Of course, if he had not been a marshal, he would have died in the underground command center for unknown reasons, just like the Soviet commissar General Cherevichenko.

"Squeak~", after the door was pushed open, a man in the uniform of a Wehrmacht general walked in, accompanied by two guards, Zhukov had already heard footsteps, and did not deliberately tidy up his messy military uniform.

"General Huo!"

Seeing the visitor, Zhukov smiled bitterly and stretched out his hand, the person who came was the famous Chinese general he had seen many times in intelligence, first defeated the famous Chinese Far East general Huo Weiguo who defeated himself and then defeated the Soviet army.

"Hello, Marshal Zhukov!"

Necessary etiquette, Huo Weiguo naturally didn't care.

Zhukov's situation was not very good, he didn't know how to have a slap mark on his face, and the marshal's uniform was stepped on a few times, and at a glance he knew that the special forces members had used private goods on him. Of course, Huo Weiguo didn't think this was too much, after all, the Soviet Army was the enemy of the Wehrmacht, and it was already good that these action team members didn't just find an excuse to kill him.

The Wehrmacht has never had a policy of preferential treatment of prisoners, and it is even more ruthless towards enemy generals, unless you surrender voluntarily, your existence can only be a word "enemy", not some distinguished general.

"General Huo, congratulations, because of your conspiracy, we have been defeated." Zhukov said with a non-dissenting expression.

Huo Weiguo shook his head and said, "If you see that I just want to show off or vent my anger, then I'm sorry, I'm busy." As you say, it's just a small conspiracy, and I don't think it's that remarkable, just as I'm about to be busy taking hundreds of thousands of Soviet soldiers prisoner.

Again, this is not worth mentioning. ”

"Well, I'll admit you've won. If it weren't for the Germans, perhaps our two countries would be evenly matched. Zhukov shook his head and said.

"There are no ifs in the war, and victory or defeat is not because of the Germans. The victory or defeat between our two countries was actually decided 30 years ago. ”

Huo Weiguo said something in his words, Zhukov didn't understand it for a while, but then he came back to his senses, and the general was referring to the birth of a new regime in 1916.

"Perhaps, just as the comrades of the Lieling carried forward the XX ideology, liberated the Soviet Union with the ideological weapon of the Bolsheviks, and built a powerful country." Zhukov's words are not exaggerated, and he said it more calmly, "Sometimes I think that if China and the Soviet Union can coexist peacefully, or even form an alliance, in addition to the hegemony of the Far East, we may be able to fight Europe!"

Someone once said that your Baath Party has much in common with our Bolshevism. ”

"The problems between China and the Soviet Union were buried a hundred years ago. It's just that no one reasoned with us at that time, and we didn't have the strength to fight back, and you enemies have a great appetite, and now, it's just a reckoning. I hope that the marshal will be able to live happily in the prisoner of war camp, our treatment is definitely better than that of the German prisoner of war camp, at least we do not have gas baths, as long as we can work, we can still eat enough. After Huo Weiguo finished speaking, he was about to leave.

"Is this what your army and your head of state have arranged for me?" Zhukov asked self-deprecatingly, in the face of such a major failure, he didn't really care about these honors and disgraces, and he didn't feel that he had any choice, but just asked casually out of curiosity.

"No, it was only my personal order to capture you back, and our Führer did not mention you."

Huo Weiguo told the truth very frankly, the chairman of the committee did not mention who he wanted to meet, let alone who he wanted to treat well, but only said that the treatment of Soviet prisoners should be concentrated in the form of labor reform, and they should be released after a certain period of time, and the vast land of the Soviet Union is becoming China's territory, and a new ethnic group called the Russian ethnic group will appear on this territory, they cannot intermarry with the great Chinese nation, and the nation itself has many restrictions, but at least they can live on this land and serve the construction of Greater China.

"General, I have a request."

Zhukov took a step forward and said, "Please let me return to the prisoner of war camp, I am responsible for the defeat of the war, I wish to be with them, this is my private request." ”

"No problem, I can grant your request." Huo Weiguo smiled, as if he was facing an ordinary friend, not an enemy, "Our prisoner of war camp is just a little harder, but it is still humane, although there is no preferential treatment for officer prisoners, but as long as they are willing to work and reform, they will have food." As for you, Marshal, there is an additional condition, and that is that you must cooperate with our media interviews. ”

"Media interviews?" Zhukov wondered.

"Yes, as a captured marshal, more than 600 million people in our country are curious, and we need to let them know that we have won the war. In return, I promise you not to torture the Soviet army, and you can be a witness in the prisoner of war camp. ”

"Yes, we have already been defeated, at least in the Far East. I promise your conditions. ”

Zhukov is also a person who can afford to let go, since he knows that he can't change it, he thinks about doing something for these captured Soviet soldiers in the end, what if he is a little ugly and becomes a joke for the Chinese, as long as the Chinese do not torture and kill Soviet prisoners, can abide by their own prisoner of war regulations, and ensure that the prisoners of war exchange labor for food and clothing.

"Good."

Huo Weiguo turned around and shouted: "Come on, take this prisoner of war to the Boli prisoner of war camp." ”

(To be continued)