Dong Ku will be the old Jiang Yijun, he is not worried about anything, he is a mustard, he is not ready to take refuge in anyone, and he does not fight for power, and when the anti-Japanese resistance is over, he has things to be busy, in World War II, to catch up with these backward industries in China, and the overall strength is improved, so he will not care about what others think, at present, as long as the anti-Japanese is his friend, on the contrary, it is the enemy, there is nothing to say.

George noticed the conversation between Dong Ku and Ma Rulong, although he didn't hear it, judging from Ma Ruilong's reaction, this conversation would not be too harmonious.

He vaguely guessed something, maybe it was also the matter of buying weapons, I am afraid that Lao Chiang is not satisfied with the obsolete weapons provided by the United States, and wants to get more high-end weapons to strengthen himself, I am afraid that he also regards the advance army as the number one imaginary enemy, and when the Japanese are defeated, who has the final say on the land of China, I am afraid that there will be a big war. After all, this matter cannot be resolved through negotiations.

It seems that this situation will be reflected, and in the future, I don't know who Dong Ku supports, or if he really doesn't participate, he will retreat bravely and abandon Rong to engage in business. But as long as there is a big war, the consumption of weapons and ammunition is a steady stream of cash flow.

Dong Ku didn't know what these people were calculating, and he quickly integrated into the new conversation circle and was at ease.

The reception lasted until 10 o'clock, when it ended successfully, and everyone returned happy. And Dong Ku was also very sober and returned to his residence.

After a night of silence, he was left to maneuver between these bigwigs, continue to sell his drawings, and wait for the Swiss bank to arrive and trade. This will take a month, or even more, anyway, there will be no big battles during this time, at most it will be a sneak attack like sneak infiltration, and the Japanese army will never dare to move, and they will pray that Dong Ku will stick with Soviet Russia and fight inextricably. so that they can breathe. After all, those veterans have suffered heavy losses, and it takes time to train recruits and update weapons

Dong Ku is nothing to do here, but Central Asia has entered a tense moment.

Helicopters could not take off in such weather, and tanks and armored vehicles had no less difficult trek. It is not suitable for long-range raids, but Godan has already arranged in advance, and the surrounding garrison is enough to deal with the nearby battle.

Before dawn, a group of soldiers set off in the wind and snow, and a slippery armored car and infantry vehicle started. The armored and infantry vehicles that had been on duty at some important positions also lifted their camouflage, arched out of the snow, and swooped down in the wind to the intended positions.

The howling north wind swept through the sandy snow, making sound transmission almost unmediated. The roar of the engine was blown away by the strong wind, and the sound could not be heard from a distance of fifty or sixty meters, even if it was downwind.

They march against the wind, so that the sound will not be detected. Although it was the coldest time, the soldiers were not affected, either in the car or on foot.

They don't have navigators, but they are marked in certain places, and in some special places. Of course, it's not some tree cut marks or anything like that.

Russian army. At this time, they didn't know that there were people staring at them in the heavy snow not far away. Those fighters who returned to the monitoring point rushed to their respective targets in advance after the morning came, guiding the direction of the approaching troops and monitoring the direction in which the enemy might advance their march.

With a sound of taking position, at about half past five, all the troops who had arrived were all in position. Just wait for the order to attack.

The fighters lay on their stomachs in the snow, with respirators, all semi-automatic. None of them used the scope, and in this weather, the scope was helpless. It doesn't increase the sight distance much.

As the Russian army got out of the blanket one by one, the battle was already on the verge of breaking out.

At this time, the Russian troops marching on the ice of the Caspian Sea did not have armored vehicles to take care of them, the distance was too far, and the march was not as convenient as the infantry, and they could not afford to bring supplies alone. Therefore, the five regiments here were all infantry rushed to exterminate.

In the gale, the two sides may pass by at any time, and they can't see each other, so they will set off early. And the team that went to fight in the Caspian Sea set out at two o'clock, when the weather was at its coldest. They were a little nervous to get to the predetermined place at five o'clock, so they did not hesitate to spend physical strength and marched with difficulty along the way. Fortunately, it is a tailwind, and the resistance is smaller.

But even so, when they fought in the Ural Mountains and near the Ural River, they still arrived on time, and the enemy army had already moved out.

One of the leaders was the head of Meng Zhaocheng's regiment, named Guo Jinlong. This kid was very familiar with snow marching and fighting, so one of his regimental commanders personally led two battalions to destroy an enemy army.

Guo Jinlong suddenly found that the snow was not very smooth during the journey, obviously the snow had been turned over, and then it was blown to death by the wind.

"Still haven't caught up, these bunnies have already moved."

He muttered in a low voice, stretched out his hand and pressed in the snow, Shaoqing, according to the hardness and direction of the marks he had stepped on under the snow, he pointed to the southeast direction and ordered: "Pursue in that direction"

Following the order, the team abandoned its intention to run to the enemy's camp and pursued the enemy army along the vaguely recognizable tracks.

Two or three thousand meters in front of them, a group of Russian troops was marching with difficulty. Here is a flat river, it is beautiful and sheltered, and they even caught the fire last night, which is also the reason for the early march.

But their speed is not faster than Guo Jinlong, they just set off first.

The two teams marched on the snow one after the other. The Russian army determined the direction purely according to the compass, while Guo Jinlong followed the increasingly clear traces to catch up. On the one hand, there is a steady advance, and on the other hand, there is a rapid pursuit, and the speed is of course different.

It didn't take two hours for Guo Jinlong to signal the team to stop. He ordered in the headset: "The left side of the first battalion, the right side of the second battalion, open a distance of thirty meters, don't be hit by the opponent's grenades, remember it to me, there is no reward for hitting the enemy, and there is no punishment for not fighting, but if he fucks who hangs the lottery, Lao Tzu will train him well when he goes back, do you hear clearly?" ”

"Hear me!"

A tiger roar came from the headset.

Northeast veterans, Xing Yuan's training is different from other troops, and because of this, their fighting style is slippery, the damage is small, but the results are not small. Compared with Qu Jungang and the other madmen, the result of the battle was similar, the time was longer, and the damage was much smaller.

"Action!"

Guo Jinlong changed into three-finger sheepskin cotton gloves for shooting and yelled in the headset.

With his order, the troops quickly separated, rushing forward one on the left and one on the right side of the track.

In just half an hour, they saw the back of the enemy on the march, although it was not clear, but it was certain.

"Okay, one row and two rows alternately forward, pay attention to the direction of the bullets, and hit diagonally forward, don't hurt the brother on the other side." Guo Jinlong instructed next time and stayed with three rows.

By the time they caught up with the enemy, most of the fighting in the Ural Mountains was over.

The ambush in advance, the speed and firepower of armored vehicles and infantry vehicles, so that the battle has no suspense, basically it will be over in ten minutes and twenty minutes, at most, when cleaning the battlefield, armored vehicles are needed to run over, and it is just a little delay to search for the Russian army hiding in the snow.

After everything was ready here, Guo Jinlong ordered the third platoon to approach forward and prepare to attack.

His orders were also received from the other side, and according to his arrangement, he stepped forward alternately in sections, waiting for the attack to be in front.

The wind was still howling, and no one in the marching Russian army turned back, they all held their guns and trudged with difficulty, not knowing that there was an enemy behind them.

Thirty meters closer to the enemy, Guo Jinlong was half-kneeling in the snow, only showing his head, raising his gun to aim.

As he moved, the three rows of people quickly crouched down one by one, and began to aim in order.

They all know that if they attack, they will hit the same target on both sides, so the platoon on the right is responsible for the target that misses.

"Lock the wooden pen each, oh, count silently for three seconds!"

Guo Jinlong breathed steadily and ordered in a low voice.

Puff puff......

The slight sound was impossible to hear in the cold wind, and the bullets from the muzzle of the gun were not distorted by the wind, and at the same time as the gun rang out, the marching figures suddenly rushed forward and fell into the snow one after another.

After one shot, no one was shooting. They all waited with guns in hand, watching the white-clad figures disappear into the snow.

At the moment when the figure disappeared, Guo Jinlong ordered the team to clean up the battlefield.

He took the lead in wading through the snow to the thirty or so dead corpses, opened the bayonet, searched cautiously, patched up the bayonet one by one, and quickly rummaged through the items on the corpses, the guns and grenades did not move, and only the valuable items were stuffed into the backpack.

After cleaning up the battlefield in just three minutes, Guo Jinlong ordered to set off and informed the second platoon that it was ready to act.

He led the three rows to get out of the way, accelerated his speed and ran forward, chasing forward in the snow more than half a meter deep, almost at the speed of a trot.

As he moved, gunfire rang out in the second platoon. They are also one person and one target, according to the order of the Russian troops marching in a single row, locked one by one, and more than thirty are knocked down at once.

By the time Guo Jinlong arrived at the position of the second platoon, the battle had ended, and the second platoon was stepping forward to clean up the battlefield.

Guo Jinlong led the team without stopping, moving quickly, going straight to the position of the first row, and at the same time as they moved, continued to run forward.

By the end of the round, more than a hundred Russian troops had died, but no one found out. The howling north wind made them not know that the number of people in the road team was decreasing, and they still ran straight forward. Their target should be Aktau, but they don't think they'll get there.

The second round of shooting was the second battalion on the right, and after they finished shooting and cleaning the battlefield, Guo Jinlong's side just rushed to the next target in advance, and the next round of shooting and cleaning the battlefield.

This team of Russian troops is also unlucky, they are quietly sniped one by one by semi-automatic ones with silencers, but they are still moving. Before he could feel something strange at the end of the group, he stopped breathing...... (To be continued......)