Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 339 The War of Debates: The Half-Dead Second Plan
Inside the Red Army Command Post in Jining Town.

Wang Songhe looked at Qin Hui and Lin Yifeng, who were both driven out by the dust from the grenade. He shook his head and sighed.

The victor is king, the loser is villain; there's nothing more to say.

This exercise was designed to prevent the Blue Army from using various surprise reconnaissance methods.

In order to ensure the safety of the command post and reduce the risk of exposure, no Red Army soldiers were even stationed nearby, in an attempt to maximize the safety factor.

Who can imagine.

This gave the Blue Team the perfect opportunity to carry out a decapitation strike.

To die before achieving one's goal—is there anything more frustrating than this?
After the squad leader realized what was happening, he immediately stood at attention and saluted: "Sirs, please forgive me."

"Take them away and take them back to camp!!"

"Yes!"

Several armed soldiers responded with a loud shout, then put away their guns and, in pairs, led the three Red Army commanders outside.

The squad leader, carrying his gun, rushed into the house and searched it thoroughly, even lifting the blankets on the cots. He also meticulously inspected the toilets, kitchen, and outbuildings in the yard.

We have to check.

This was a huge success.

Even with drones constantly monitoring them, they are unlikely to hide anyone anymore. However, searching for maps or deployment documents used by the Red Army would still be a great achievement.

After completing all the checks and ensuring that there were no more Red Army outposts nearby, the group boarded a helicopter and began their return journey.

The matter in Jining has been temporarily put to rest.

But the Ironclad Regiment was in an uproar.

Many people in the regiment were unfamiliar with the other officers of the 61st Division, and they were not usually at that level.

But who doesn't know Wang Songhe?
It can be said that before the Blue Army battalion was expanded, a large number of officers and soldiers knew him.

This guy caught such a big fish right at the start of the battle, making Cheng Dong, who was on duty, feel a little dizzy and unreal.

"Where's the battalion commander?"

"He shouldn't be asleep right now, should he?"

Cheng Dong turned to look at the other cadres in the information command room.

At this point, everyone was at a loss. They simply hadn't encountered a commander of this caliber before, and they had hardly ever seen one. They all shook their heads, indicating that they didn't know anything.

Wang Jianbin pushed up his glasses, stood up, stretched, and laughed, "Let's not worry about the scholar for now. It's still almost an hour from Jining to here."

“He was on duty all night last night, let him get some sleep. We’ll wake him up when he’s almost there. Waking him up now will just be pointless.”

No one had any objection to this.

The reconnaissance soldiers dispatched by the armored regiment had already boarded trains and were heading towards various stations.

The real battle is yet to come.

The Red Army headquarters was destroyed.

The vanguard was also scattered, but this does not mean that the Red Army had no fighting capacity.

Their main force is still there, and their regimental and battalion-level officers are also there.

The overall formation did not suffer extensive battle damage, but once they arrived on the battlefield, a fierce battle was still waiting for them.

Therefore, the key is to ensure that the battalion commander is in good mental condition.

. . . . . . . . . .

Around 8:30 a.m. on January 31.

Chen Mo was sound asleep in his dormitory when several officers from the Blue Army rushed in.

"battalion commander?"

"battalion commander!!"

Wang Jianyong was also woken up. He went to the bed and nudged Chen Mo.

I was sleeping soundly when I was suddenly woken up.

Chen Mo struggled to open his eyes, glanced at the cadres standing in the room, and then jumped out of bed with a "whoosh".

"what happened?"

"Is the Red Army up to something again?"

He had just woken up when he saw so many cadres from the camp coming over, and he thought the Red Army had done something strange again.

"No, don't worry." Cheng Dong said with a helpless and conflicted expression, "The Red Army headquarters in Jining has been raided, and the people have been brought back."

"We're almost at the camp now, you need to go and greet them."

Hear the words.

Chen Mo's previously dazed mind instantly became much clearer.

The fact that they deliberately woke him up to greet them means that the target they beheaded and brought back was definitely not a Red Army-level command.

if not.

It's not worth coming all the way here to wake him up.

Chen Mo quickly put on his shoes and shirt, then casually picked up his hat from the bed and straightened the brim: "Tell me the details."

Who was arrested this time?

"Commander Wang was blown up by a grenade. There were two senior colonels in the command room over there. I didn't see their faces clearly, but I guess their rank was not low. Jining is the headquarters of the Red Army."

Cheng Dong shrugged: "I guess it's because the main force of the Red Army hadn't arrived yet, and the framework of the command post hadn't been fully set up, that's why we discovered it."

Holy crap?!
Chen Mo, dressed neatly, froze for a moment as he led his men out.

He stood there stunned, unable to react for a long time.

He truly hadn't expected that place to be a division-level command post.

After all, the main force of the 61st Division was still in the rear. It was unheard of for any unit to be fighting a war where the main force had not arrived yet, but the commander of the main force had arrived on the battlefield first.

This is utter nonsense.

Besides, while it's true that there are risky tactics in warfare, the problem is, no matter how risky, there's no way to play this game.

"Making fun of it!"

"This old man is really daring to make arrangements."

Chen Mo shook his head; he didn't bother asking for details anymore.

When Wang Songhe was captured and brought back, it was only right and proper for Wang Songhe, as the highest commander of the armored regiment, to go out and greet him.

If they don't show their faces, they're putting on too much airs.

If Chen Mo initially found the news unbelievable and needed time to process it, then he was mistaken.

But when the person got downstairs, the smile on their lips could no longer be contained.

I tried applying pressure several times, but it still didn't work.

It's impossible to cover it up; the corners of my mouth can't help but turn up on their own.

Mainly because it feels good.

Damn it, hahaha, old Wang finally got what he deserved!

Chen Mo couldn't wait to see how this old bastard would continue to gloat.

"Old Chen, be mindful of your behavior."

Downstairs, instructor Fang Peijun, who was waiting, looked at the scholar coming down from upstairs with a mouthful of white teeth and reminded him helplessly.

It's a good thing to behead the enemy commander.

But did it have to be so obvious?
"It's alright. It would be a lie for me to say I didn't want to laugh." Chen Mo waved his hand.

He led his men through the dormitory area and straight to the outside of the camp.

at this time.

Wang Songhe has arrived.

As the Z-8 helicopter landed, the veterans of the squad responsible for the decapitation strike stood tall and proud, like big turkeys, holding their submachine guns with exceptional arrogance.

Surrounding them were Wang Songhe, Qin Hui, and Lin Yifeng.

He served as the deputy commander-in-chief of the 47th Army, and the commander and chief of staff of the 61st Division.

Wang Songhe remained expressionless as he glanced at the soldiers of the armored regiment around him. Some were busy wiping down their vehicles and performing basic battlefield maintenance.

Some were busy moving ammunition boxes, showing no sign that a major battle had taken place that night.

Old Wang sighed, his heart filled with indescribable complex emotions.

In the Kyoto Military Region's Informationization Battalion, he has already suffered three setbacks in total.

He's gotten somewhat used to it.

When Wang Songhe saw that kid surnamed Chen leading his men over, baring his teeth, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. Part of it was from the dust from the grenade, and part of it was from sheer anger.

But this time he didn't start cursing.

After all, the levels are different now, so we need to be careful about the impact.

Chen Mo's smile remained, but when he approached, he waved his hand and said, "Go ahead and get busy."

"Don't stand around here, go do what you're supposed to do."

"Yes!"

With the battalion commander's order, the nearby armed soldiers and the officers who had followed all quickly left.

There's a right time to join in the fun, and right now is clearly not the time.

Chen Mo forced down his laughter, which had been building all the way, walked up to the three leaders, stood at attention, saluted, and said, "Greetings, leaders!"

I saw this young man again.

Wang Songhe remained silent; he didn't know what to say.

Instead, Lin Yifeng, the newly appointed chief of staff of the 61st Division, stared at him from a distance of several meters.

"This loss was truly unjust!"

This statement conveys both感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion) and 悔悔 (huǐhuǐ

Chen Mo shook his head, lowered his salute, and calmly replied, "Commander, throughout history, every loser has felt wronged."

"fart!"

Lin Yifeng said, as if mocking, yet also with emotion, "The Jincheng Military Region established an information-based auxiliary combat system. The entire division prepared for more than half a year. One soldier broke his leg while running the 800-meter special obstacle course, and tens of thousands of people were on high alert."

"Exploring auxiliary combat and information technology."

"The hard work of 2.2 million field soldiers and the hopes of hundreds of thousands of people in Jincheng have all been lost in an instant."

"Battalion Commander Chen, do you know that this isn't just your battlefield? This exercise was meant to test your direction, and now it's all ruined."

"Your Ironclad Regiment really has some impressive tactics!!"

No one spoke up, except Chief of Staff Lin, who continued, "But let me tell you, Major Chen, this battle won't be so easy. The hard work of two military regions won't be so easily crushed by you."

The deafening words and resolute statement almost pushed Chen Mo to the opposite side.

Lin Yifeng spoke with some emotion, took out a cigarette, lit it, and puffed on it hard. His reddened eyes showed the intense emotions in his heart.

It's no wonder that he, as a division chief of staff, could lose his composure like that.

The expectations of the Jincheng Military Region and the Group Army were easily crushed, and I doubt anyone can truly accept that.

For Lin Yifeng and his team, exploring information-based combat support was more difficult than for the Blue Army battalion.

Because they are only supporting forces, they cannot have large-scale support from new equipment, and unlike Chen Mo, they have not seen the scale of later generations.

They could only constantly adjust the training outlines of each regiment, and they couldn't even keep track of how to coordinate and how many days and nights they had to endure.

No one can count how many grassroots cadres have gone bald from exhaustion.

Life is full of regrets, like water flowing eastward forever. Let alone cursing Chen Mo, if it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, the people present would have jumped up and given him a good beating.

wrong!

Beating him up wouldn't be enough; I wish I could grab a military dagger and poke a few holes in him.

Faced with the roar.

It would be a lie to say that Chen Mo was completely unmoved. From Lin Yifeng's perspective, there was nothing wrong with what he said.

This is perhaps the typical situation that will be faced when professional opposing forces are formed in the future.

But just because someone is right to criticize doesn't mean they have to accept it, especially from the perspective of the Blue Team or the Ironclad Regiment.

Why should we acknowledge it?
Chen Mo smiled but didn't intend to say anything.

The victor is king, the loser is villain; he is king now, at least for now.

"why are you laughing?"

Wang Songhe narrowed his eyes and finally couldn't help but speak.

Hear the words.

Chen Mo stopped laughing and said seriously, "Chief, forgive my bluntness, but some of your views are completely wrong, or even naive."

What's wrong with me laughing a few times?

Seeing the three men's faces darken and their eyes fixed on him, Chen Mo decided to give up his fear.

Anyway, there's no one else around. If things don't work out, I can just run away. I'm young and fast!

He arrogantly raised his head and retorted to the three people in front of him: "Commander, on the battlefield, we are enemies!"

"Putting aside how long you prepared for this exercise and how long we prepared, did our armored regiment receive any orders regarding inspection before the exercise began?"

"No, we haven't received a single order!"

"Besides, we are enemies, enemies who must fight to the death. Do you expect us to be attacked and cornered on the grasslands, completely powerless, before it's considered an exercise?"

"If the tactics are not despicable, does headquarters or your division expect our armored regiment to sit down and talk with you commanders about the great love between comrades?"

Looking at Chen, who was standing right in front of him, talking shamelessly about what war was.

Wang Songhe's expression froze.

He remained silent for a long time.

Indeed.

Chen Mo's words were unpleasant, but they reflected a very common problem in the military.

That is because we have been at peace for too long. Although many troops still have the fighting spirit, they have forgotten what war is really like.

Wang Songhe, Qin Hui, and Lin Yifeng had all experienced rotating shifts between different military regions, taking turns to fight treacherous enemies.

Although the scale wasn't large or particularly brutal, the true cruelty of war was still experienced. However, this time, the 61st Division was tasked with exploring the system, which led to a somewhat misplaced focus on results, with an excessive pursuit of experimental outcomes.

The essence was ignored.

What is war?
That was a massacre!

From the Black Continent to the several peninsulas and then to the Amazon River, from the Juba refugee camp to the Nudrabad refugee camp, and then to the Dada Abu refugee camp.

The massacre has begun.

The residents of the plateau prefecture are wailing as entire villages have been wiped out.

Bayezid was weeping.

Beneath the burning town, countless souls wailed.

The charred remains in the pickup truck bed were neatly stacked, regardless of age or gender.

But this is only one part of the war.

War can be waged by any means necessary.

From chemical weapons to tactical killing machines, from celestial weapons to viral weapons.

There's no right or wrong in this; it's all filled with killings that have the lowest moral standards.

At the same time, war is also a form of confrontation between the highest discipline, savagery, and wisdom in the history of human evolution.

Let's go back a bit further.

In the war, the Battle of the Somme, tens of thousands of soldiers were killed and tens of thousands were wounded in a single day. A large number of wounded soldiers, whose wounds could not be treated in time, lay moaning among the machine guns and barbed wire.

When the season's high temperatures arrive, the wounds fester faster, spawning countless worms that crawl all over the body.

Rats scurried from one place to another, happily feeding, and no one really paid any attention to these scenes, because in the next attack, the wounded soldiers would be covered by their own artillery fire.

The Battle of Kursk.

Eight thousand tanks, tens of thousands of artillery pieces, and millions of troops clashing in battle—the equipment of several army groups was lost in a single day. For an industrialized nation, one-tenth of its annual production capacity disappeared. For an agricultural nation, such waste was unimaginable.

War reeks of decay and decay.

There's nothing lofty or grand here, only winning and losing. Experiments are important, but losing is also important.

Others don't know.

Didn't Chen Mo know that at most three years later, another desert storm would be coming?

At that time, would it be meaningful to talk about destroying a command post, which would cut off the system's path?

Since its inception, the Blue Army has fought against all sorts of opponents. Chen Mo has never uttered a single complaint about the size of the opposing force.
The armored regiment made a contribution and was transferred to this border region, where they endured three months of severe cold. During this time, the patrol soldiers encountered dangers, which were far more serious than Lin Yifeng described as a broken leg.
Chen Mo believed he hadn't blamed anyone. The country needed to develop, no problem, the armored regiment could wait.

If there are difficulties above, that's fine. The Blue Army battalion has been transferred to the frontier for so long and it has managed to get through it.

Why is it that they come here with great fanfare to fight, and then their command post is wiped out, and they can't stand it?

Therefore, Chen Mo's statement that their ideas were naive was not just a momentary outburst of anger.

"you're right."

Wang Songhe turned around and glared at Lin Yifeng. Chief of Staff Lin was originally the communications staff officer of the 61st Division. After Wang's position was transferred, a series of positions were transferred as well.

Having served as a staff officer for a relatively short time, it's normal to sometimes have misunderstandings in speech.

Of course, this does not rule out the possibility that Old Wang glared at Lin Yifeng to shift the blame.

Because the words he just said were the same words Wang Songhe wanted to say.

"But the destruction of the command post doesn't mean you've won. Hmph, kid, stop being so stubborn."

Wang Songhe snorted coldly.

Ignoring Chen Mo, he led Qin Hui and Lin Yifeng straight to the Ironclad Regiment's administrative building, where the director's department was currently stationed.

Chen Mo raised his hand to touch his nose, then turned and left.

We don't know who's being stubborn.

The armored regiment has now obtained the positions of all the main Red Army forces, including the stations they have arrived at.

As for the main roads and side roads along the way, it is not difficult to deduce them using a map.

The Red Army division is indeed formidable, but they still need to arrive at the designated location before 7 PM.

Decapitating the command post would have little impact on the overall combat effectiveness of the Red Army.

However, at the same time, the Red Army's vanguard was scattered, and the enemy also lost the ability to make other temporary deployments.

Without a division-level commander in command, and with the main forces of each regiment already scattered across various locations, relying solely on the political commissar, the staff, and the cadres of the political department, it was impossible to achieve anything within a few hours.

The plan to redeploy tens of thousands of people is nothing short of wishful thinking.

Even if a veteran division commander were to step in, it might not be able to salvage the situation, so what is he worried about?

The Red Army has been defeated.

It's simply a matter of whether you lose gracefully or not.

Chen Mo arrived at the information command room, glanced at the cadres gathered there, looked around, and said, "Closely monitor the movement of the main force of the Red Army. As soon as the first batch arrives this afternoon, wake me up immediately. At the same time, notify the local units, supply depots, and herdsmen along the way to prepare for casualties."

"I want to see how much of the Red Army's main force will be left after entering the Zhuri River."

"Yes!"

Everyone stood at attention and responded loudly.

Chen Mo glanced at Liang Hongjie, the logistics company commander, and waved to him: "Old Liang, go to the medical team and tell them that Commander Wang is here as a guest."

“Wang Luyi is the daughter of Commander Wang. It’s not easy for her to come here from over a thousand kilometers away to inspect our work. We can’t let the father and daughter not see each other.”

"Give Wang Luyi two days off, go."

"Yes!"

Liang Hongjie responded, though he was a little puzzled as to why the scholar said that Commander Wang had come to inspect the work, since that man was clearly a prisoner of their armored regiment.

But an order is an order; you just have to execute it word for word.

Watching Lao Liang leave in a hurry.

Chen Mo smiled and continued walking towards the dormitory.

There was a reason why he arranged for Wang Luyi to go to the director's office and stay with Wang Songhe for two days.

First of all, they are family. Logically and emotionally, they have nothing to do after being eliminated, so what's wrong with meeting up?

Even the directing department wouldn't say anything.

Secondly, didn't you, Lao Wang, want to transfer people away?

I'll let you and your daughter watch as the Red Army gradually loses to the armored regiment, even in front of the Chief of Staff of the Kyoto Military Region, and loses this exercise.

Chen Mo didn't believe it.

In this situation, how could he still have the nerve to tell the military that he wanted to transfer his daughter back?
It's not that people can't be let go, unless the person themselves comes over saying they want to go to an easier job in the mainland, or want to change to a better environment.

Otherwise, how could someone as stingy as Chen Mo, who is by nature so frugal, stand by and watch his soldiers be transferred away at will?

Even the father can't.

Anyway, Chen Mo felt that he was too embarrassed to go to the person who had beaten him in his unit and shamelessly sign the transfer order.

Especially in a short period of time.

. . . . . . . . . .

This was accompanied by the beheading of the Red Army command headquarters.

On the director's side.

Xu Hong and Xu Wu'an watched as the three of them walked into the director's office hall with their heads down.

Chief of Staff Xu smiled slightly, but ultimately remained silent.

But what can he possibly say?

I am neither from the Jincheng Military Region nor did the Blue Army violate any rules. They captured several large prisoners by their own abilities and did not follow the exercise rules by tying their hands and throwing them into the elimination camp for strict guarding. That was already very kind of them.

Xu Hong himself didn't know how to evaluate it.

Wang Songhe also knew that he had lost face this time.

He remained silent throughout, his face dark, and led his two veterans, whom he had trained, to the back row of the hall, where they watched the deployment of the red and blue teams.

That's right!

This wasn't the first time he had observed combat from a neutral perspective during an armored regiment's operation.

But damn it, it always brings him unexpected gains.

They fought a hard battle against the 7th Armored Brigade, and they fought a hard battle against the 188th Combat Division as well.

When fighting the 27th Army, wouldn't the main force on the eastern front still have to fight in shifts?
Why is it that when it comes to the 61st Division, this kid has so many crooked tricks up his sleeve?

There is no doubt that the Ironclad Regiment has reached the forefront of informatization, and Lao Wang plans to learn from them first.

In truth, he also didn't believe the 61st Division could win.

I just don't know exactly how to lose.

At this time, Fang Yong, the political commissar of the 61st Division, who was stationed in Tianshui, was originally responsible for the logistics of the entire division in the rear, supplying it to the front lines across thousands of kilometers.

They were the strongest support for the Red Army.

The 21st and 47th Armies of the Jincheng Military Region were all paying close attention to this battle, and no matter what, they couldn't afford any mishaps.

At 10 a.m. on the 31st, there were only three hours left before the first batch of Red Army main forces arrived at the station.

According to the pre-arranged plan, the Red Army's first wave of attack against the Blue Army was to begin in five hours.

But for some reason, the command center's phone was always unreachable.

"Still can't get in touch with command?"

Inside the command center of the Tianshui Military Region.

Fang Yong paced back and forth, his face filled with anxiety.

"Reporting to the political commissar, we have been unable to contact the command center since last night, and it has been more than eight hours now."

"Our scouts arrived near the command post but found no trace of the Blue Army, nor did they find Commander Qin and his men."

"Then something must have happened."

Fang Yong frowned, forcing himself to calm down. In the past half day, he had inquired with various departments no less than ten times, simply because he was unwilling to accept the result.

"Suppress the news of the command headquarters losing contact. Tell all units that the command headquarters has issued new operational orders."

"At the same time, activate the second command plan."

"Order all members of the staff to assemble in Erenhot City and re-establish the command post."

"Order! The 182nd and 183rd Regiments, as well as the artillery regiment, which are traveling by land, are to proceed to their designated locations immediately after exiting the highway without reporting, and launch an attack against the Blue Army."

"We must ensure that the main force of the Blue Army is tied down at Zhurihe, and we must not allow the enemy to have the energy to delay the movement time of other units."

Fang Yong was already somewhat flustered. Although he was the political commissar in charge of political work, he was not incapable of commanding battles.

The problem is that the time is too short.

Since the Blue Army had decapitated the command post, there was no reason why they would be completely unaware of the Red Army's deployment.

Right now, the most important thing is to get the mobile forces that are on the highway to trap the main force of the Blue Army within the Zhuri River area, even at the risk of unbearable battle losses.

Try to stall them as much as possible and prevent them from making any other moves; otherwise, it will be even more difficult to fight them later.

"Order the 182nd Regiment to launch a frontal assault on the Zhurihe River, with the heavy equipment company as the core of the battle and the helicopter squadron as support."

"The main force of the 183rd Regiment suffered some losses in Jining, so they concentrated their armored infantry fighting vehicles on the left and right flanks for high-speed maneuvering."

"Artillery regiment, follow behind and do your best to protect the mobile team."

"Require!"

"Before the assault battle begins, a de facto encirclement will be formed against the Zhurihe area where the Blue Army is located."

"The division's direct rocket battalion will enter combat duty and cooperate with the division's reconnaissance battalion to guide artillery fire. Before the main force approaches the Blue Army's position, it will conduct a barrage of fire, focusing on striking the Blue Army's core components such as communications, radar, and electronic warfare."

"In addition, the guard company escorted ammunition and logistics vehicles at intervals of two kilometers to provide phased and dispersed support for this attack."

"."

The Red Army issued the order to attack.

Fang Yong's claim that the command post was concealed from being beheaded was actually an order, which could only be concealed from the soldiers below, not from the regimental commander.

And the instructions he gave could not be made more detailed in a short period of time.

Detailed matters need to be assigned to each regiment. For example, in actual assault battles, how should the vanguard wave sequence, which is part of the overall cluster dynamic combat formation, be arranged and how should it advance?

Including the battle damage replenishment mechanism, the actual combat strike area of ​​each regiment's main force, the assault guidance plan, etc., these are simply impossible to break down in a temporary deployment.

After explaining the general deployment of these attacks.

Fang Yong hurriedly summoned the deputy commander of the 61st Division and entrusted him with the task of overseeing the rear area.

He himself was urgently dispatched to Erenhot to meet the command center in the second contingency plan.

With the Red Army's commander-in-chief, division commander, and chief of staff all missing, he was the only one left to take their place.

at the same time.

A helicopter from the Tianshui Division took off, and this intelligence was quickly discovered by Blue Army scouts hiding nearby.

The message was relayed back to the Ironclad Regiment immediately.

Wang Jianbin received intelligence and guessed that the Red Army would likely send out influential figures again to take charge of the next phase of command.

However, this signal source is impossible to track because the area involved is too large, so the only option is to deploy military satellites to try and lock onto it.

At the same time, all Blue Army scouts along the route were ordered to keep an eye on helicopters passing overhead and report their positions in a timely manner.

Let's see if we can take down the command post again.

One p.m.

Chen Mo was woken up, and the main force of the Red Army finally began to arrive at the station one after another.

But they didn't know.

Several law enforcement teams are already checking passing convoys along the way, and this is just on the main road.

The smaller roads were even more treacherous, with large groups of local herders eagerly awaiting the arrival of the convoy.

Dozens of miles or even tens of kilometers away, the armored regiment's engineering company faked numerous landslides and mudslides, with minefields all around them.

On highways, road administration personnel have also started setting up checkpoints to block roads.

The Red Army's second plan had not yet been distributed to the grassroots units.

Almost half of them died prematurely.

(End of this chapter)