Chapter 211: Reversal! Churchill's Tears (1)

In the middle of the night, in a secluded basement in Orenburg, Nakasidze, dressed in civilian military clothes, hurried down the stairs and, by the dim light of a kerosene lamp, gently tapped the small, worn-out planks at the end of the stairs

"Who?"

After wearing a wary question.

"Alexey, it's me, Mikhail."

Nakasidze replied in as low a voice as he could.

After a few seconds of silence, the board suddenly pulled inward with a cold "squeak", and a hand stretched out in the darkness, dragging the tall Nakasidze into it like a puppy in the blink of an eye.

Wood was closed and locked behind him, and Nakashize turned on the kerosene lamp in his hand and placed it on the only small square table in the room, on which there was nothing but a broken wooden bowl, a bottle of ink, and a pen, and a pile of manuscript paper.

Nakasidze picked up one of the sheets of paper and whispered, "...... I summarize it as: wide front, large depth, one point is the main, and multiple points break through ...... at the same time"

"Don't look at it, it's all a mess of notes, I don't know when the road will be sorted out......"

Out of the darkness emerges a bandaged face, with two deep, bottomless eyes, like a resurrected mummy that has just escaped from a museum.

At the moment, except for Nakasidze, the whole of Russia, and even the entire world of the world, I am afraid that no one knows that under the bandage of this **mummy, the spirit hún full of military wisdom and war inspiration is still alive, and his name is: Alexei Alekseev Brusilov.

"But who will you show when you sort it out? Who cares, the nonsense of a sinner, a dead man? ”

Although he couldn't see the expression under the bandage, Nacasidze could hear the other party's despair.

"No, you are not guilty, what is guilty is this stupid and depraved tsarist ** system. What's more, you, General Brusilov, are still alive. ”

The mummy's face turned back into the darkness: "General? No, I'm nothing, neither a general, nor Brusilov, I'm just a ghost, forever hiding in the dark......"

Nakasidze grabbed the shoulders of his old comrades-in-arms: "Believe me, the light is coming, all darkness will be dispelled, until then, I want you to live well, and you are not allowed to give up on yourself"

Breaking Nakasidze's hand, Brusilov sat down at the square table, and his voice seemed to regain some anger: "I am already like this, how far can I give up on myself?" Don't tell me that these are useless, even in this rat, I can hear the cannon sound above - the Chinese are coming? ”

Nakasidze nodded and sat down on the march opposite Brusilov.

"Yes, it's finally here, from Ostrovnoye in the upper Orenburg to Gorodishe in the lower reaches, the entire front has been shelled, the enemy has opened gaps at both ends, and it is not clear from which end their armored mobile units will break through, or will they break through in two ways at the same time?"

While packing up the manuscript paper at hand, Brusilov analyzed seemingly casually: "If you break through from the downstream, the north bank of the river is a large hilly area, there are almost no paved roads, there are no bridges for heavy trucks, the narrow valley between the hills is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and more importantly, this theater of operations is close to the rear railway line, which is convenient for replenishment and reinforcements." If the opposing commander is in a hurry to win, it is difficult to imagine that he will throw his precious armored forces here to kill time. ”

"On the contrary, if you break through from the upper reaches, although you have to cross two large rivers in a row, the place you pass through is basically a large alluvial plain, the roads between the farms are criss-crossed, and most of the small rivers and streams can be crossed, which is the best battlefield for the armored mobile forces to exert their might.

"As long as the bridgehead and supply lines are protected, fully supported armored spearheads can pierce through the defenses in a short time and hit the rear of our army - just like they did last summer on the Barabin steppe."

Nakasidze patted his knee, but the drunkard didn't mean to drink: "Makes sense...... So how do you think I should break their armor spearheads? Knock out the bridgehead, or cut off the supply lines? ”

Brusilov snorted, stopped what he was doing, picked up the pen on the table, and scribbled on the blank back of a piece of manuscript paper: "Just like we did in the Battle of the Balabin steppe?" At that time, the main force of our army successfully encircled the enemy's vanguard in Aleysk, and the 53rd Army, which reinforced two armored brigades, also approached the enemy's bridgehead on the Irtysh River - Semipalatinsk, it seems that as long as you work harder, the encirclement of 300,000 enemy troops north of the Irtysh River is no longer in suspense, but what about later? ”

"The enemy's Panzer Army broke through the Alesk encirclement without difficulty, rescued the encircled armored advance detachment, and in turn divided and surrounded the main forces of our army. The 53rd Army, which was responsible for attacking Semipalatinsk, could not get close to the bridgehead despite all its might, but suffered heavy losses in front of the enemy troops who were constantly reinforcing them, and the little armored units that were finally put together were also exhausted in just a few days under the attack of the enemy's new anti-tank guns and heavy tanks. ”

"You don't know what kind of Jīng Rui troops our Post-Baikal Front was composed of back then—and look at the Volga Front army in your hands now, full of recruits, do you really think they can do what we couldn't do back then?"

Nakasidze clenched his fists in both hands, lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "Of course I know that they can't do it, that's why I came to you." ”

"What can I do? Conjure a jīng soldier out of thin air, or turn those rookies into three hundred Spartan warriors overnight? Count on me, it's better to count on vodka. ”

"You can tell me what else I can do other than fill the soldiers with vodka."

The mummy behind the bandage tilted his face, and there was no lack of banter in his tone: "Don't you already have an idea?" ”

Nakasidze put on a serious face: "I want to know how far my judgment is from yours. ”

"For what? Because I was your commander? ”

"No, because - in the battle with the Chinese, you are the closest general to victory."

Brusilov turned his face, and although Nakasidze could not see his bandaged expression, he could feel the renewed, long-lost fire of will in his gaze.

"A war of attrition, no matter what, must be a war of attrition, don't think of anything to cut off, encircle, annihilate, honestly stop them on the reserve line of the Oren River, use the forest area on the north bank, concentrate your tanks and mobile anti-tank forces, set up ambushes in a mobile way, and wear off the opponent's sharpness little by little......"

"If you can't fight a war of attrition, retreat quickly and don't give the enemy a chance to show what they're good at. Don't be afraid to lose ground, our territory is large enough, and the further back we go, the closer we get to our supply centers, and the longer and more fragile the enemy's lines of passage, sooner or later will shift the strength of the enemy on the battlefield – in fact, I think this shift is happening. ”

"Remember, the Turkish Straits have been opened, the port and rail systems along the Arctic Ocean are getting better and better, and aid from the Allies is coming in on an unprecedented scale, and time is on our side, and the longer it drags on, the better it will be for us."

…… H@。