If you want these generals who have really come from the war to write autobiography, it is not difficult to integrate a purely practical experience teaching and teaching based on it. However, it is difficult to bring them together and express their opinions on a certain battle system. At the same time, you can also modestly accept other people's opinions while explaining your own opinions... com Why is this? No, most of these guys are quite arrogant in their personalities. It is too difficult to make them recognize others in strategic and tactical aspects and deny themselves.

Although Chu Sinan does not think that this "military textbook" alone can make Gilnilova, who is like a piece of white paper, in the battlefield, he thinks this approach is very good. Perhaps, if you have the opportunity, you can let this "female devil" perform well and really create a practical and detailed military textbook, which is a very beneficial thing.

Chu Sinan, who had this idea, became a little excited for a moment. When he was excited, he picked up his pen and wrote a few big words on this most detailed battle plan book. After writing these words, he seemed to think of something, so he marked the "under conventional war" in front of these four words.

"Military Lesson Plans under Conventional War" started in 1946 until the new book "Military Lesson Plans under Conventional War in New Technology Environment" appeared in 1992. It was an important textbook used by various Soviet military academies. Of course, at the beginning of the book, this book was revised and supplemented by many military generals and military experts, but in the final analysis, it appeared because of Gilnilova's whim. There is no doubt that later military academies could not know how this book came about. They only knew that the appearance of this book was of great significance. It was translated into dozens of words and circulated internationally. Every year, the Soviet government could get quite a lot of copyright fees from this book just by itself.

On the question of whether to go to Greece, Chu Sinan could always make Gilnilova change her mind. This strong woman who was very enthusiastic about going to the front line finally got her husband's acquiesce. As long as she received a dispatch order issued by the Secretariat of the Supreme Command, she could get what she wanted and go to Greece with justification.

Greece, which had just entered February, has shown signs of winter and spring, and everything has come back to revival. In Kalpenicion, near the southern foot of the Pindus Mountains, a British military advisor is slowly moving towards the Pindus Mountains along the road soaked by melting snow.

This British army was commanded by Major General Maindel. The reason why it is called the Miscellaneous Army is that within the entire division, many troops belong to the Commonwealth member states, not from the British local army. For example, the Third Regiment commanded by Captain Andrew is from New Zealand, which is a pure New Zealand infantry regiment.

Although this is a miscellaneous division, its combat effectiveness must not be underestimated. To put it bluntly, any unit in this division is a long-standing battle. Captain Andrew's 3rd New Zealand Infantry Regiment once participated in the extremely violent battle of Crete two years ago. Of course, in that battle, the British army was the defeated side. They were beaten by the Germans and lost their armor and lost their generals. But no matter what, it was an army on the ground that had seen the "world". At least those Greek People's Liberation Army guerrillas with backward weapons and equipment were not their opponents.

This time, four British military divisions set out from the Peloponnese Peninsula, crossed Pat Bay, and then landed in Mysorelongeon, advancing northward, attempting to attack the main base of the Greek People's Army in the north and south. At the same time, they cut off the connection between the People's Army and the north and south. This long-standing miscellaneous division is one of these four British military divisions.

While the troops were marching, Captain Andrew's 3rd New Zealand Infantry Regiment was walking in the front of the troops as a vanguard. Less than a kilometer behind him was the 351st tank regiment of the British army. Because he was worried about being attacked by the Greek People's Army guerrillas, Captain Andrew was very careful all the way.

The Pindus Mountains in early spring have a unique beauty. From a distance, the mountains are covered with gray and white, the lush jungle that has not yet sprouted new buds in winter and spring, and the white is the ice and snow that has not completely melted. Occasionally, on the sidewalk between the hills, you can also see the gurgling stream. On the clear stream surface, one or two pieces of ice falling from unknown places are slowly floating.

The mountain road became narrower and narrower, and Captain Andrew felt a little nervous. From the current point of view, such a road condition is obviously not conducive to the progress of the tank troops behind. If some muddy roads are more wealthy if a tank is allowed to move forward, it is impossible to drive two tanks together. Not only that, it is not easy for a tank to turn around here. If in this case, the troops are ambushed by regular Greek People's Army units, it is definitely a disaster.

To be honest, as a commander who had dealt with the German mountain troops, Captain Andrew did not agree with this march plan. From Kalpenicion to Trikara, he needed to cross the entire Pindus Mountains along the way. A unit of tens of thousands of people crossed mountains and ridges, and there were some mechanized troops. It is really conceivable how difficult it was. What is particularly important is that the southern foothills of the Pindus Mountains have always been areas where the Greek People's Army guerrillas are more frequent. Although all aspects of intelligence show that the main force of the Greek People's Army is still fighting in the Athenian Plain and Zomox and Lalisa areas, but... But Captain Andrew couldn't say anything, he just felt that the situation was wrong.

"Coax..."

Just when Captain Andrew was so uneasy, a faint sound of motor came from the sky outside the car.

Pointing his head out of the car window, Captain Andrew looked in the direction of the sound coming from the sky. It was three British "Spraying Fire" fighter jets, they lined up with finished zigzag structures, quickly passing over the troops and continued to fly over the mountains in the north. There was no doubt that this was a small team responsible for reconnaissance.

Watching the three fighter planes quickly fade away and eventually disappear behind the shadows of the mountains, Andrew breathed a sigh of relief. While he felt a little relieved, he also felt that his worries over the past few days seemed to be redundant. Yes, after experiencing some changes, it turned out that the hundreds of thousands of Greek people's army had long disappeared, and there were only a few tens of thousands of people who still insisted on fighting in Greece. Even if there was such an unbearable army, it still lacked the necessary military equipment. They did not have any weapons and equipment like tanks, planes, etc. Faced with such a group of mobs, what else should I worry about? Are you afraid that they would pounce on them and bite themselves with their teeth?

With a slight shake of his head, Captain Andrew's face appeared with a self-deprecating smile. He patted the seat of the front passenger driver and said to his communications soldier: "Hopson, hand me my cigar over. Well, when you get in front, you get off the bus and go to the communications company to wait for news to see if there is any good news from our Air Force."

"Okay, Captain." The communications soldier opened his marching bag and took out a cigar wrapped in a steel barrel from it, and handed it to his commander.

Less than two kilometers ahead of the 3rd Infantry Regiment in New Zealand, there is a four-fork intersection like a claw-shaped intersection, with two ridges across it. The road leading to the depths of the mountains is divided into three. The two ridges are not steep, the slope is very gentle, but the forest is dense, and bare oak trees are everywhere. It is very quiet. In the middle of the intersection of the four roads, a road sign is erected, and four road signs clearly indicate where each road leads.

In a woodland directly in front of the intersection, Colonel Karchesinski and Colonel Mirgorov squatted in a small command post built temporarily with a grayish-white tent covering the top. They were staring at a map spread out intently, and they were whispering something from time to time.

When three British fighters flew over the woods with a rumbling roar, Karchesinsky raised his head, glanced at the ceiling of the command post, and then curled his lips and said, "Do you know Comrade Mirgorov, I really like these British people because they can always think of complicated things very simply. Do they really think that relying on this similar aerial reconnaissance can make the situation on the ground clear at a glance? If this is the case, it would be an incredible thing for the Germans to fail to enter London at the beginning."

"Haha," Mirgolov smiled and said absent-mindedly, "In fact, this cannot be entirely attributed to the negligence of the British. The main reason is that they did not expect that we would join the war, and they arrived here quietly and set up a huge pocket for them. Otherwise, I am sure these British men would have packed their luggage and ran to the sea long ago."

"Well," Karchesinsky nodded, and a look of excitement suddenly flashed on his face. He licked his slightly chapped lips and whispered, "I said to Comrade Mirgorov, do you think we will fight to the death head-on this time with the British, or just give them a lesson? Comrade Chu Sinan's intention is not clear, and there is no news from the Front Command, just telling us to let go of our hands and feet to fight. Oh, you should tell us, let's fight with our hands and feet, do we have to fight to the beach?"

"No one can say this, but I guess the scale of this battle is too small, and I have to drive all the British in the Balkan direction out," Mirgolov arched his waist, twisted his tingling thighs, and said at the same time, "You haven't seen Comrade Gilnilova come. Where she appears, there have always been winds and waves. This time it's probably not small. And I heard that the British were still secretly struggling in Türkiye. Maybe we still have to..."

"Report!"

As soon as Mirgorov said this, a shouting report came from outside the curtain at the door of the command post. Two colonels, who were only in their early thirties, immediately stopped talking. Mirgorov stood up first, raised his face and said, "Come in!"

The curtain was lifted up, and a tidy military uniform rushed in.

"Comrade Colonel, just heard from the 32nd Regiment, the 33rd Regiment, and the 5th Independent Regiment that the enemy has completely entered our ambush circle. Major Bigushev asked whether he could formally launch an attack." The correspondent said loudly.

"Oh?! Let's go out and have a look!" The two colonels said in unison, then walked out of the door with big strides.

On the hill outside the command post, Karchesinsky climbed a volcanic rock six or seven meters square first, then picked up the telescope in front of his chest and looked towards the mountain road in the southwest.

The two colonels chose a very good location. Standing on this rock, you can clearly see the road southwest surrounded by jungles and mountains. At this time, on the mountain road, a British army of thousands of people was slowly advancing towards the open intersection. Perhaps because they had not been raided by guerrillas throughout the journey, the infantry queue at the front seemed a little loose. From the distance of the telescope, it was indeed like a group of mobs.

"It's a good thing that the intelligence says these British men should not be underestimated. What kind of troops in the land have fought hard? In my opinion, they are just a group of shrimps and crabs." Karchesinsky said disdainfully, "The commander is probably a piece of waste. This Pentus Mountains was originally a region where the People's Army guerrillas were frequently active. They came over hundreds of kilometers and did not encounter a half attack. Didn't they notice the abnormality either?!"

"No matter what he is, our task is to eat them anyway." Mirgorov still looked ahead with a telescope and smiled indifferently, "But I think the time is almost done, it should be our turn to harvest."

Erchesinsky nodded, then turned around and said to the correspondent, "Import Comrade Bigushev immediately. Let his two Katyusha mountain artillery battalions carry out horizontal shelling of the enemy's tank troops at the back of the enemy's back, and be sure to cut off their armored troops as soon as possible. Tell him that his shelling is the horn of our first battle, let him give me a beautiful shot, otherwise I will transfer him to the logistics and sit on the bench!"

"Yes, comrade Colonel!" The communications soldier stepped forward and responded.

Andrew never expected that the troops he led would encounter such a fierce attack from the enemy under such circumstances. When the harsh whistling sound and the smoke rising rapidly in the air appeared in his ears, he almost subconsciously noticed something that was that this sudden ambush was definitely not something that the Greek People's Army guerrillas could launch. The white smoke lines that appeared densely in the air vividly explained what kind of weapons the enemy was using to launch the first wave of attacks.

Katyusha rocket launcher, a cannon made by the Russians that was enough to make any army under its cover tremble. Now, this powerful cannon has been used on itself. What does that mean? At least it shows that the Greek People's Army has received assistance from the Russians, and even more so, that is...

That's what, Andrew no longer dares to think about it, and at the same time, he has no time to think about it.

The deafening explosion almost instantly resounded throughout the mountains. Balls of fire were flying everywhere in flesh and blood, and the earth was emitting explosions. The originally peaceful and peaceful mountain road turned into hell on earth in an instant.

"The 12th Royal Tank Regiment on the back is over!" Looking at the rolling smoke, Andrew sighed in his heart. He saw with his own eyes that the tank that Captain Edward was riding hit the turret by a rocket. The flames wrapped the entire tank in the blink of an eye. Then, before the flames completely rose, another rocket exploded on the left armor of the tank. The huge explosion force rolled the tank in the flames into the air, trembling and almost overturned on the spot. When it finally fell into dust again, a mobile fortress made of steel had completely turned into a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron. Obviously, under this situation, no one in the tank would have the possibility of survival.

"Quick! Stay away from the highway and retreat to the woods! The communications soldiers, the communications soldiers, contact the air force immediately. We need air support, we need air support!" Andrew understood that at this time, it was very unwise to stay on the highway where the target was too exposed. Therefore, he made a quick decision and issued an order to his troops.

However, the sudden attacks were already in chaos, and soldiers looking for hiding places were in chaos. Some rushed into the forest, while others lay in the depressions on the side of the road, and some people were still staying on the road, trying to rescue their comrades who were unable to move due to injuries.

But whether it was an attempt to hide there was a futile one, because less than ten minutes after the bombardment began, the bombarded New Zealand soldiers were horrified to find that in front of them and in the hills and jungles on both sides, countless soldiers wearing gray military uniforms and holding Soviet submachine guns and rifles shouted loudly and rushed towards them in a swarm.

"My God! It's Russians! The Russians have joined the war!" Looking at the enemies who rushed over from all directions, Andrew fell to the ground without any image.

The moment he knelt down, Andrew had only one thing in his mind, that is, how many of these soldiers who came from the country could go back?

The Prime Minister said it well that through the war in Greece, the Russians' bottom line of patience in Europe can be tested. Now everything has been tested, but the Commonwealth will pay a heavy price for it.  ,!
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