The words of Wang Jun, chief of staff of the Outer Mongolian Frontier Army, are telling the truth: The supreme commander who commands hundreds of thousands of troops, with a large group of staff officers and civilian officers, runs to the predetermined battlefield in front of the troops, in case a small group of Soviet troops infiltrates in advance, or if the Soviet planes come to an air raid, and hundreds of thousands of troops are about to fight on the battlefield, any unexpected situation may happen!

In case the division commander makes a mistake, even if he is slightly injured, it is a major event when the sky falls, and he will be shot 10,000 times, and he will not be able to make up for it.

Tang Qiuli was slightly stunned, and said indifferently: "Chief of Staff Wang, you are too worried, in front of me, there are two brigades of Liu Hongzhang and Ouyang Yishan, as well as tens of thousands of soldiers of the Outer Mongolian Border Guards, I believe that our troops, besides, the preset battlefield is hundreds of kilometers away from the front line, how good is it to be dangerous, every battle, the supreme commander must be in front of the command, this is the old rule of our independent division, have you forgotten?" ”

Wang Jun's face was slightly red, he didn't forget the division commander's stipulation, but he felt that the stake was heavy, this time and that time, besides, there was a big net on all sides, there were attack group commanders in every direction, the task was clear, the division commander could not take the risk with his own hands, he could completely sit in Kulen, grasp the overall situation, and command the battlefield remotely.

Wang Jun knew that his weight was not enough, and he was going to go to the chief of staff Zhao Yuhe to discuss, no matter what, he had to persuade the division commander to give up this plan, even if he had to command from the front, he had to act with the troops who caught up to be safe, at this time, a staff officer came in, "Report to the division commander, Dong Ningxuan, chief of staff of the Northern Flight Group of the Air Force, ask to see you!" ”

"Dong Ningxuan! How did he get here? Tang Qiuli was stunned, Liu Cuigang's chief of staff. If you don't come to the general headquarters, there must be an important situation report, "Please come in!" Tang Qiuli ordered the staff to arrive.

Colonel Dong Ningxuan, chief of staff of the Northern Flight Group of the Independent Divisional Aviation Corps, walked into the division commander's office with heavy steps, stood up and saluted, and said with a solemn face: "Report to the division commander, I need to report the situation to you in person!" ”

Tang Qiuli greeted him, "It's Chief of Staff Dong, please take a seat, it just so happens that I still have time." Tell us about your situation! ”

Dong Ningxuan lowered his head first, as if he was trying his best to suppress his feelings, and after a while, he raised his head and said, "Division Commander, Kulun is empty-fingered on the ground." After receiving the report of the leader of the group of our aircraft returning home, Colonel Meng Qingpeng, the acting commander. Skydive on the south bank of the Sesagog River. At present, the whereabouts are unknown, and there are more than a dozen pilots who parachuted together, and I have contacted the Outer Mongolia border guards for a quick search and rescue! ”

Tang Qiuli nodded and did not interrupt Dong Ningxuan's words. He knew that if it was just because of Meng Qingpeng and more than a dozen pilots who parachuted, Dong Ningxuan would never come to trouble him, and there should be something else to say.

Really. Dong Ningxuan's voice fell, and then said: "Division commander, the Northern Flying Group has fallen through several major battles in the airspace of the Sejingge River, and the troops have suffered serious losses, especially in today's air battle, there are only three hundred and twenty-eight fighters that can return home, plus the three fighter regiments that stayed at the airport to serve as combat readiness duty, we only have five hundred and thirty-six fighters left, more than half of the battle losses, two hundred and twenty-four pilots have been killed, and more than three hundred and seventy have been wounded. ”

Speaking of this, Dong Ningxuan's voice was a little choked, "Division commander, the Northern Flying Group is almost disabled, and the remaining fighters, most of them are wounded, and there are no more than four regiments of planes that can rise into the air for combat, and Commander Liu is still unconscious in the hospital, how can I explain to him?" ”

Tang Qiuli's face was terrifying, he knew that since the Northern Flying Group came to the battlefield in Outer Mongolia, it had been fighting non-stop, and losses were inevitable, but he never thought that it would be so strict and cripple a unit with nearly a thousand fighters, and the commander Liu Cuigang was still in a coma, whether it was a ground battle or an air battle, the loss of troops was beyond his imagination.

"Stalin, you have to pay this account several times over!" Tang Qiuli suddenly became irritable, and shouted angrily: "Dong Ningxuan, come to me, don't you want to see you like a girl, sobbing and matching, as long as you fight, there will be losses, and if you run out, I will add to you, Liu Cuigang is unconscious, lying in the hospital, Meng Qingpeng's whereabouts are unknown, the only thing that the Northern Flying Group can hold up is yourself, in such a state, are you still like a soldier?" Stand up for me! ”

The division commander's fierce words frightened Dong Ningxuan a lot, his purpose in looking for the division commander was not to emphasize the difficulties, but to report the situation, but when he saw the face of the division commander, he couldn't control his feelings, he had been in the Northern Flying Group for many years, and regarded the troops as his home, seeing a strong flying unit, now he was covered in bruises, and his heart was sad, but it caused the division commander to lose his temper, which he did not expect.

Dong Ningxuan hurriedly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and stood up straight, Tang Qiuli then roared: "The situation of the troops, I need you to stabilize it, the dead and wounded pilots need to be compensated and treated, the pilots who parachuted need to be searched and rescued, the follow-up troops of the Southern Flight Group are about to arrive, the two troops are fighting together, you need to contact, cheer up, don't look like a bear, return to your troops immediately!" ”

It's strange to say, after being violently trained by the division commander, Dong Ningxuan's originally heavy mood suddenly relaxed a lot, a little hesitation and confusion, and it was gone, as if he had found a backer, he "snapped" a straight upright, and replied loudly: "Yes, division commander, return to the army immediately and arrange work normally!" ”

After speaking, he saluted vigorously, turned around and strode away, looking at Dong Ningxuan's back, Tang Qiuli seemed to be much older, and said to Chief of Staff Zhao Yuhe, "Yuhe, am I too rude?" Thinking of Cuigang and the heavy losses of the Northern Flying Group, he couldn't help but feel emotional. ”

Zhao Yuhe groaned for a while, and said: "Division commander, no one is a god, he does not eat the fireworks of the world, the losses of the troops are far beyond our expectations, I have been thinking about it these days, why is this happening, from the root point, it is that we underestimated the Soviet army's brazen attack on Outer Mongolia, and we were passive from the beginning, and when we fought against the Japanese army, there was never such a situation, it was a lesson, our neighbor in the north is a restless master!" ”

Tang Qiuli nodded silently, his eyes were like knives, and said: "It's a lesson, but it's okay, the second battle of Outer Mongolia, we must hurt Stalin, and seize the strategic situation that is beneficial to us, advance the border line to the first line of the Ural Mountains, break the claws of the Soviets to the Asian part, and sooner or later there will be this battle with the Soviet Union, Yuhe, Le Yiqin is here, notify me immediately!" ”

After speaking, Tang Qiuli's love xù, love xù walked into the office a little lonely, Zhao Yuhe wanted to say something, but he didn't speak.

Tang Qiuli was lying on the big kang in the middle, his body was weak, he didn't close his eyes all night, but he didn't feel sleepy at all, his brain was like turning over the river and the sea, and he filtered his strategic ideas in the north again, and he found that although he knew the history that happened, he could plan, change or guide the direction of history in advance, but for people like Stalin, once they really fought, they still didn't understand it.

The general direction will not be wrong, some details are out of their control, for example, this time in the Outer Mongolia campaign, Stalin's actions were completely unexpected, Zhao Yuhe was right, hastily adapted, inevitably fell into passivity, it seems that his ambition for Stalin, is still underestimated.

Hitler's Germany is a chess piece, it seems that it should be used in advance, on the European battlefield, the battle for the British Isles, Germany obviously has the upper hand, in March and April next year, the Germans will be able to free up their hands from the European battlefield, and should prompt Hitler to attack the Soviet Union in advance, just by virtue of Stalin's move this time, his original strategic concept, to make local adjustments, not only limited to the recovery of the territory of the Far East occupied by Russia, the territory of the Soviet Union west of the Ural Mountains, it is not impossible to touch!

Thinking about it, Tang Qiu fell asleep and gradually fell asleep, but he didn't sleep steadily, I don't know how long it took, in a hazy way, I heard someone talking outside, and I wanted to open my eyes a few times, but I couldn't, and my body seemed to be as heavy as a thousand catties.

"Autumn Departure! Autumn Departure! Calling softly, a warm little hand, stroked his forehead, and suddenly opened his eyes, it was Mei Xue, looking at herself with concern, her hand was caressing her forehead, Tang Qiuli reluctantly smiled at his wife, and said self-deprecatingly: "I want to lie down for a while, but I fell asleep, what time is it?" ”

Mei Xue smiled quietly and said: "It's already more than two o'clock in the afternoon, Commander Le has been here for a while, and when I saw you resting, I didn't bother, Chief of Staff Zhao is accompanying him, and I also have something to do with the division, just come and see that, what's the matter, your face is not very good, are you sick?" ”

Looking at Tang Qiuli's somewhat pale face, Mei Xue asked with concern, her eyes were full of worry, Tang Qiuli patted his wife's little hand comfortingly, and said: "Then it's okay to get sick, I'm fine, you go and get busy, the materials of tens of thousands of separatists need to be sorted out, enough for you to be busy!" Le Yiqin is here, just looking for him to have something! ”

As he spoke, Tang Qiuli got up, kissed lightly on his wife's white forehead, and a red cloud flew up on Mei Xue's gorgeous face, carefully tidied up the wrinkled military uniform for him, and then, looking at her husband's heroic back, he strode out of the room, biting his lip and sighing faintly.

Mei Xue somewhat blamed herself, and secretly thought to herself: "In the past few days, I have been busy with work, and the follow-up personnel of the press department have all gathered in Kulen, thousands of materials every day, and I have to sift through them, a big mess, so busy that I can't spare time to take care of my husband." ”

Just as she was thinking about it, a hearty burst of laughter outside interrupted Mei Xue's contemplation.

(To be continued)(To be continued......