Chapter 54 The Most Worried Thing

The battlefield has always been subject to politics.

When politics does not need war, then war will stop. When politics needs war, then war will continue.

Throughout the ages, battles have proved this again and again.

In order to "prove our determination with cannons", the vast black land outside the customs has become a bloody political negotiating table.

Clausewitz said: "The concept of defense is defense, which includes waiting. We believe that waiting is the main feature of defense and the main advantage of defense."

Shenyang is also waiting. This kind of waiting is rare in war: digging trenches for nine days, waiting for the words on the Nanjing negotiating table to calm down and sign an armistice agreement.

Ten days after the armistice agreement was reached but not signed, with a telegram, China said that the two countries once again replaced the mouths of diplomats in Shenyang with the weapons in the hands of the soldiers of the two countries, and began a new round of "negotiations", bullets to bullets, shells to shells.

You have me, and I have you. Maybe this sentence is the most appropriate way to describe the crimming battlefield of the two [***] teams on the front line of Shenyang. Although the terrain around Shenyang is not complicated, Shenyang is the most complicated place in the whole northeast.

It is even complicated to the point of being cautious in controlling the scale of the war. Whether it is Japan or the staff headquarters of China, the front-line troops are repeatedly ordered not to act rashly. If you look at it from the air, Fengtian is a circle, a three-story circle.

The center of the circle is Fengtian City, which the Japanese army failed to conquer on the first day of the war. Outside the Fengtian City, it is said that the defense line of the Naimu army, and the defense line of the Naimu army is outside the defense line of the six divisions of the guard. The Chinese in the circle can't get out, and the Japanese army can't get in, and the Japanese army outside the circle can't get in. They also can't get out. They enter the city. If you attack, you will be suppressed by the superior long-range firepower outside the city. You want to break out of the encirclement, but you don't have enough troops.

The people in the circle can't get out, and the people outside the circle can't get in. This is Shenyang. After the observers of each [***] saw it, they all shook their heads and sighed "the clear proof of the strange battlefield in the strange war", but this did not prevent you from surrounding me and me on this strangest battlefield, the soldiers of the two countries, with guns. Speak.

On the field of Pingchuan, the warm wind blows green grass and colorful flowers. Winter goes and spring comes, and it is another spring. When the warm wind from the south reaches Fengtian, it is almost a few days. Flowers and green grass cover the traffic trenches leading to the front, and the end is a hundred-mile-long trench, with barbed wire on the edge of the ditch.

The wind blows the vines onto the wire mesh, and the buds of ** are blooming on the talls. Maybe in a few days, the buds will bloom into flowers.

Several buds moved, and Wu Kaize, who wore a camouflage net made of fishing nets, picked up a rifle and aimed at the position of the Japanese army with the scope imported from Germany. This is a branch that jumped out of this war, although in the past, some of the guards also carried carefully selected rifles and loaded with Germany. The "excellent shooter" of the scope, but in the strange battlefield of Fengtian, the sniper quickly became an indispensable profession.

Wu Kaize, who searched for the Japanese military trench with the help of the four-fold magnification Chase scope, did not know that the scope in his hand came to China. The scope was a quadruple shotgun scope produced by Chase. It was ordered by an American businessman, but it was ordered by China in Germany. The embassy bought them at a high price. In order to ensure that these scopes could be used on the front line as soon as possible, the scopes were transported from Germany to China by train through Russia. In order to ensure the smooth passage of the scope through Russia, the intelligence personnel of the embassy in Russia bribed the officials of the Russian railway transportation department, and 3,000 scopes were disguised as "military objects of the Russian army". After the "Zi" was sent to Ulan-Ude, it was transported from the horse gang to Chaktu overnight, and then from the Chaktu, from the reconnaissance plane to the front line, and then the field ordnance to transform the rifle. Finally, it took nine days to deliver the soldiers after the transformation.

Motoro Matsumoto, who was carrying the ammunition box, was moving forward in the trench. In the trench, the Japanese soldiers with all kinds of shovels were desperately deepening the trenches. In order to avoid these people who deepened the trenches, his cyan soft cloth hats were looming behind the chest wall of the trench.

"Be careful!"

His friend's reminder made him lower his body again. After the Chinese first hit a row of shells yesterday, the silent Fengtian City became lively again. Although the Chinese army did not attack, they hunted any guy who showed his head from the trench like hunting.

How many guys died yesterday?

Two hundred or three hundred?

Motoro Matsumoto doesn't know and doesn't want to know. For him, the most important thing is probably not to die. He is the only child. He knows what his responsibility is. He wants to support his parents, inherit the ancestors of the ancestral temple, and pass on the family, so he can't die. He does everything possible to be careful.

Don't die!

While talking to himself in his heart, he lowered his body again. Perhaps because he was too careful, he accidentally stepped on a sergeant.

"Bastard, don't you have eyes?"

Motoro Matsumoto, who was scolded by the military Cao, instinctively looked up.

At the moment when the head appeared in the scope, Wu Kaize did not hesitate to pull the trigger. At the same time as the gun was fired, his shoulder paused. The head with the navy blue military hat in the scope seemed to have been hit by something. He pushed it to the south first, and the other side of the hat was rushed away by a bullet. There seemed to be some white objects rushing into the sky.

One shot!

"It's finally open!"

Wu Kaize muttered with satisfaction. When he muttered, he only heard gunshots in the air. The Japanese army fought back, which was a aimless random shooting. When the Japanese army returned back, he once again searched for the target with a sniper rifle. After hitting another Japanese soldier, Wu Kaize knew that he should move his position.

"Wrap!"

When pulling the bolt, the hot shell casing bounced out. He casually stuffed the shell into his pocket and held the gun in his left hand. Wu Kaize quietly withdrew from his position and moved to another external reserve position.

"How's it going?"

As soon as he entered the trench, the soldiers nestled in the trench turned their eyes to this "shooter".

"Kone to death!"

"All right! A while ago, we couldn't kill two in a day. You killed ten in just two days. If you continue to fight like this, maybe we don't need to attack, and the little nose will be cleaned up by you!"

"That's good! Now they are better than monkeys one by one. After staring at them for a long time, they can't see a headless one! You have to try to force them out.

When Wu Kaize said this, a sergeant in the shelter nodded first and then answered.

"I'll figure it out for you!"

He picked up the phone from the side.

"Hey! Is it a mortar platoon? In two minutes, shoot a few shells at the standard three or six!"

"Thank you!"

"Thank you! They are all brothers of their own!"

A few minutes later, after the dull roar, a few shells fell before and after the Japanese army's trenches. When the Japanese army avoided the shelling one after another, there were several more bodies in the trench that were accurately hit in the head or chest by bullets.

The battle may not be fierce, but sometimes, this kind of cold gun fired from there will severely demoralize the front-line soldiers. No one knows when he will die. Maybe he will show his head, or he may look at the position of the Chinese army.

"Oh!"

Looking at the death report, Nomu Hinoden sighed heavily while tightening his eyebrows.

Looking at the defense line diagram on the wall, the thinnest defense depth is less than 500 meters. There are more than ten protrusions controlled by the Chinese army like this. As long as they want, they can gather heavy troops to cut off these thin defense positions at any time.

"Your Excellency, according to your instructions, now we have built a 13 outer barricade area outside Fengtian City. Once the Chinese army breaks through, the troops will defend the barricade fort area, so as much as possible..."

Nomu Xidian interrupted the chief of staff's report. He first shook his head and then said.

"The success or failure of Fengtian City is not important now!"

With that, he took out a document from the folder on the table, which was sent by the Tokyo General Staff.

"Yesterday, Luguo's Second Pacific Fleet has sailed through Singapore and is now heading towards the Far East. As long as the navy defeats the Luguo Navy, both China and Luguo are doomed to be defeated in this war. At that time, we can really free our hands and feet to deal with the Chinese!"

Deal with the Chinese!

Almost from the day when the first Chinese shell was dropped from the head of Fengtian's Third Army, Nogi Xidian had such a desire in his heart, but this desire was suppressed by reality, just like Fengtian City. On the one hand, the Chinese long-range artillery provided superior fire support for Fengtian, and on the other hand, Tokyo had many times. He was not allowed to attack Fengtian.

Maybe Tokyo is afraid of the reenactment of Lushun ten years ago! In fact, they need to be so worried there. If they can capture Fengtian, is it possible that the Chinese flag will still be flying at the head of Fengtian City? The Battle of Fengtian was not so much a victory as a tragic victory as a tragic victory. The victory was so tragic that the Japanese army did not even have the ability to pursue. Nogi Hadi knew that his Third Army had been reduced by more than half and could not be supplemented. Almost all the lieutenants from the army non-commissioned officer school were lost, and the lower-level officers were temporarily summoned and only trained quickly. Reserve officers.

This is not the status quo of the whole Manchurian army. When negotiating in Nanjing, they can still fight and pretend to be fat, but here he knows that it may only take a few charges, and [***] can easily tear apart the defense of the Third Army and even all the troops of the entire Manchurian Army. The line.

They can completely anniperate the Japanese army in a few days by the Yalu River Army with the least damage in 30 hours. At that time, even if the navy wins, I'm afraid it will be useless. No matter how arrogant it is, he knows that what the current Japanese army needs is repair and time.

God knows that when the Chinese shot the shells yesterday, Nogi's first reaction was not to order the troops to resist, but to order the military flag to be burned. The shame of the capture of the three wing flags was the shame of the whole Japanese army.

Fortunately, the Chinese were more restrained than he thought, and they did not attack.

"Damn politicians, end the war quickly!"

Although he knew that if the war was over, he would definitely stand up and criticize those politicians for "shamelessly betraying" the victory of the army, at this time, Nogi's only hope was to end the war with the Chinese. Even if he withdrew from Manchuria, he would not hesitate to lose. If he lost the army in Manchuria, he finally A little bit of house.

If the navy fails again! I'm afraid there is really only one way to subjug the country.

"The navy must win!"

Nogi Shiten muttered softly on his lips.

"Sir, can we defeat the Russian navy?"

Ihara Tengci asked worriedly that he was an army officer. In his opinion, whether the army can win the war is very simple. Will and firepower are equal to victory, but the navy is different. No matter how strong the navy's will to win, it can't hide the lack of strength. There are only four warships.

"The navy said that there is no problem, so it's definitely no problem. Now I'm thinking about what we should get from the Chinese after we win the naval battle. It doesn't matter what those damn politicians say. The most important thing is that the Chinese must pay for their cooperation with Lu Guo!"

There is a trace of resentment in Nogi's tone. Although he thinks of a more completely different answer in his heart, on the surface, he will never show his "weakness".

"I've had enough of this war controlled by damn politicians. When, that country, when it was hit in the face, thought of a smile in its mind, but now it's a shame for us to do this!"

This is a general who is famous for the attack and defense of Lushun. On the contrary, he shows both sides of his mouth and heart incisively and mind. His heart is more eager for a truce than anyone else. On the one hand, he is to preserve the last strength of the army, and on the other hand, his selfishness is to preserve his reputation. He believes that the whole third No one in the army will talk about how the Chinese stopped attacking him, but only talk about how the Third Army resisted the Chinese attack.

But on the surface, he still has to show the attitude that an emperor [***] should have, especially at this time, to blame everything on those politicians. He knows that the staff headquarters will work with those politicians to resist the pressure between the residents and the armistice in China, and even end the truce with Lu Guo. However, in the end, the staff headquarters will still It will kick politicians aside and talk about how their hands and feet are bound by politicians.

"Let's think about the Chinese army opposite! In the past, I never worried about the Chinese army, but now it's different, not because they fought with us on the battlefield... Well, it's a draw, but because!"

Speaking of this, Nogi Shiten took a look at the sunlight at the entrance of the bunker.

"A nationalist China is what we need to worry about most. It seems that we can't stop their nationalization now!"

(to be continued)