Waving his hand to calm everyone down, Li Yong walked to the map hanging on the wall: "Comrades, the entire Qingma Army has a family base of between 10,000 and 200,000, and its strength is very large, more than the total number of our field army, but they have their own nest to defend, and the rest of Gansu and Ningxia Liangma (Ma Hongkui and Ma Hongbin) also have contradictions, it is impossible to use all the strength in our Shaanxi-Gansu-Ningbo border area, Ma Bufang can't make up this decision, this time in order to cooperate with Hu Zongnan's Central Army, several cavalry divisions were dispatched, In the eyes of the grassroots officers and soldiers of the Qingma Army, there is no need for them to come all the way here to fight with the PLA, and they are reluctant to give Hu Zongnan's life. Where are the novels updated the fastest? Please look for the biquge.info of Aishang Novel Network (crazy play)

But there are exceptions to everything, and there are also teams in Qinghai's Ma Jiajun who want to curry favor with Hu Zongnan, the most active of which is the 258th Division that fought very hard with our 10th Brigade, the commander of this 258th Division, Ma Desheng, is only one word different from our third battalion commander, but the psychology of wanting to be an official is much stronger than our third battalion commander, and people are bent on leaning on the big tree of Hu Zongnan. ”

There was laughter again in the venue of the brigade, and the third battalion commander Ma Changsheng muttered: "Hmph, what if my name is about the same, he still thinks he is not qualified to be my grandson." ”

Li Jiangguo, the commander of a battalion next to him, heard Ma Changsheng's muttering, Li Jiangguo's mouth was unforgiving, and he took Ma Changsheng's words and said: "I said old cow tendon, what's wrong with letting this Ma Desheng give you a grandson, he is also a division commander, there are more than 10,000 people under his command, you go to your battalion headquarters and let a few correspondents go to tell him, hey, grandson, grandpa is here, hurry up and surrender, don't we save a lot of effort." ”

He Cuihua's mouthful of water almost didn't squirt out, lying on Hu Xiaolian's shoulder and laughing, her crisp voice was particularly beautiful.

Political commissar Wang Chengde knocked on the table to tell everyone not to talk nonsense, Li Yong continued: "The 258th Division and our Fourth Column and the Tenth Brigade worked hard for an afternoon yesterday, according to the commander-in-chief, the enemy's casualties are greater than those of the Tenth Brigade, and the casualties of the Tenth Brigade are close to three thousand. Therefore, the commanders of the General Headquarters analyzed that as long as the Ma Jiajun does not return to Qinghai for a day, they will still make trouble for us, and the focus of the troublemaking will definitely be on our logistics and transportation lines, and what our brigade has to do is how to ensure the safety of the field army's logistics and transportation. ”

Wang Laohu, the commander of the fifth battalion, who had not spoken, knocked his dry tobacco pot, raised one hand and said, "Brigade commander, I have something to say. ”

Wang Laohu is the oldest soldier in the entire ** brigade, this steady old soldier usually doesn't like to talk much, but once he speaks, the weight is not light, don't look at the battalion commander Sun Quanhou is a few years older than Wang Laohu, but the time to join the army is not as early as Wang Laohu, and even the political commissar Wang Chengde, the secretary of the brigade party committee, is not as old as Wang Laohu's military age.

This is a veteran soldier who joined the army in Sanqi, fought countless vicious battles and tough battles, is a real old man who joined the army three or seven years ago was the Red Army, after Sanqi, after the founding of the People's Republic of China), although he is only a battalion commander, but he can be regarded as the third person in the ** brigade, the first is the brigade commander Li Yong, the second is the political commissar Wang Chengde, and the third has to be the fifth battalion commander Wang Laohu, even the chief of staff Fang Xin was once a soldier under Wang Laohu, of course, this is the ranking of the soldiers in their hearts, and it can be regarded as prestige, and it has nothing to do with the actual military rank.

Li Yong respects this old commander from the Eighth Road very much, and he also wants to hear his opinion: "Say, tiger, pour out all the things in your stomach." ”

Wang Laohu cleared his throat and said slowly: "Our brigade is different from before, not only there are cars, cannons and tanks, weapons and ammunition are also a strong supply, I remember Jiang Guo said before, as long as he can bring 200 bullets, he will dare to fight any battle, now 200 bullets are trivial in the eyes of your battalion commander, we not only meet the supply of bullets, but also have a lot of shells and grenades, and Ma Jiajun, still like that, has not changed much, no different from more than ten years ago, the main weapons are rifles and sabers, with their equipment, as long as you meet our brigade, there is no good fruit for them to eat, this is no doubt, but there is a problem here, how to meet Ma Jiajun, the horse is four-legged, not only runs fast, but the road requirements are smaller than our cars, what if the enemy runs all over the mountains? We also go to chase it indiscriminately? That's definitely not a good way, so I'm thinking about how to encircle the cavalry of the Ma Jiajun and fight them ruthlessly, if you can't let them go, it's best not to let them go, destroy them all, and even smash the people and horses. ”

An old soldier is an old soldier, and the experience honed from the pile of dead people on the battlefield is really powerful, Wang Laohu has laid out the characteristics of both the enemy and us, and also grasped the core of the problem, this is the ability that a commander should have, know where to start.

Wang Laohu's voice was not loud, much lower than Ma Changsheng's shouting volume, but there was a cold air in his words, a cold air with a chilling murderous intent.

Political Commissar Wang Chengde tilted his head and explained softly to Li Yong: "The tiger joined the army too early, and he has a certain understanding of the Red Army's Western Route Army, so he doesn't have a good impression of some cavalry of the Ma Jiajun, otherwise the tiger would not have spoken like this." ”

Li Yong nodded in agreement, more than 20,000 Red Army West Route Army (according to statistics, it is 21,008, which is about the same as when the Northwest Field Army was first established, mainly the Fourth Front Army, plus the Fifth Army of the First Front Army), the whole army was wiped out in the Hexi Corridor, and there were thousands of Red Army women's regiments of the cavalry of the Ma Jiajun, and more than 6,000 Red Army soldiers who were beheaded after being captured, including many senior commanders of the Red Army at the division and regiment level, as veterans who are familiar with this period of history, How could Wang Laohu not have hatred for this Ma Jiajun.

Li Yong: "The tiger got the problem to the point, the key to the problem is how to catch the cavalry of the Ma Jiajun, my plan is, it is better to let the enemy take the initiative to attack everywhere, and use a unit to disguise itself as the logistics and grain transportation team of our field army, yi* The enemy will attack, as long as the cavalry of the Ma Jiajun takes the bait, it will be easy to do, since we want to fight, we must fight at the place and time we are ready, what do you have different opinions and need to add." ”

There is a sparse forest in a leeward depression, and now the surrounding area of this forest is full of soldiers of the Kuomintang army from Qinghai, these soldiers are dull-eyed, listless, some are lying on the ground to rest, some are sitting and gnawing dry food, and some take out handfuls of black beans from their pockets to feed the war horses around them, no matter how the battle is fought, the war horse is the most important, for the cavalry, there is a qiē with a horse.

At the edge of the woods there was a small flat land, and now it was covered with a large piece of wool felt, the kind woven by hand, thick, warm and moisture-proof, on which five or six people could sit, and in the middle of them was a large pot of steaming hand-crushed lamb and a few military kettles.

A few war horses were tied around the group, and a little farther away from the horses were soldiers standing guard, and several soldiers standing guard glanced at the mutton basin with their eyes from time to time, and then quietly swallowed their saliva.

A guy with a beard and brown eyes bit down a large piece of mutton fiercely, swallowed it a few times, picked up the military kettle and poured a large sip of wine, wiped his mouth and asked, "What are the casualties of the brothers?" ”

The officer sitting with him replied sullenly: "Big brother, the numbers are out, we still have less than seven thousand men, and the loss of war horses is even greater, and five or six hundred brothers have simply walked away." ”

"**, I lost more than 4,000 brothers in one battle, how did the communist army become so hard?"

The officer who replied before said: "Big brother, it is not as good as before, the current communist army is not comparable with the Red Army more than ten years ago, the former Red Army is to eat or not to wear or not to wear, some people don't even have guns, even those with guns have a few bullets, the current communist army is not only well fed and clothed and has sufficient ammunition, many of the brothers who were killed and wounded were shot down by heavy machine guns and small artillery, and we are still the same as before, fighting by sabers, there are few heavy weapons, not to mention our division, even the eldest son (Ma Bufang's eldest son, The 82nd Division, which was also his successor, also had only one heavy artillery battalion, and according to my intelligence analysis, yesterday we were joined by an ordinary infantry brigade of the Communist Army, with an establishment of three infantry regiments, and the number was even smaller than that of our division. ”

The bearded man who asked didn't speak for a long time, needless to say, this bearded officer is Ma Desheng, the division commander of the 258th Division of the Qingma Army, don't look at the guy's fierce face, like a reckless man, but when he becomes the division commander, he doesn't understand anything, this guy was silent for a while and then asked: "Tell me a few of you, what should we do in the future." ”

Several officers who had dinner with Ma Desheng were all his cronies, and he didn't have any scruples when he spoke, and one officer said: "Big brother, it's definitely not okay to do what you did yesterday, the communist army is good at fighting positional warfare, and if you fight hard with the communist army once or twice, our 258th division will be wiped out, how can you go back and explain to the old commander when the troops are gone?" Needless to say, it's you, a few of us are enough. ”

As soon as these officers said it, Ma Desheng's head was beating, he was very clear about Ma Bufang's methods, and his fate was over when the troops were exhausted, and being removed from his post was a trivial matter, and he couldn't even keep his head if he didn't get it right

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