Chapter 3009: Tiger of the Far East

"Weiguo, are you from Northeast China? Judging from your accent, you should be from Jilin, am I right?"

The traditional Northeastern dialect is actually a very broad concept. There are actually quite a few differences in the Northeastern dialects in different places and cities among the three provinces in the Northeast.

Malashenko, who had lived in Northeast China for a long time in his previous life, thought that he had a good ability to distinguish the regional characteristics of Northeastern dialects. Just by looking at Chen Weiguo's surprised expression, he could actually guess the result.

"Comrade General, you guessed it right! I am indeed from Jilin in Northeast China, and my home is in Changchun."

"Hmm"

Malashenko smiled and nodded after hearing this. It felt really good and nostalgic to talk to someone in Mandarin after a long time.

"Then you are lucky. Your hometown is on the marching route of my troops. No matter how many Japanese devils occupy your hometown, I can guarantee that they will be completely wiped out, and the most heinous among them will also face the due trial."

"As the leader Comrade Stalin said, the Northeast is China's Northeast, and it is our mission to liberate the Northeast from the clutches of the Japanese invaders."

Chen Weiguo never thought that he would be so politely received by the legendary General Malashenko as soon as he came to report.

When I thought about how to get along well with Malashenko before, I even made up my mind that it didn't matter if I lowered my posture and was humble and tolerant, everything should be based on the great cause.

Now it seems that I thought too badly of General Malashenko, which is really embarrassing and wrong.

Before Chen Weiguo, who was sighing in his heart, spoke, Malashenko, who was more interested in military affairs and had finished chatting about family matters, immediately got to the point.

"Weiguo, tell me what intelligence you brought that I can use. I've heard that your Northeast Anti-Japanese United Army has turned the devil's stomach upside down. In terms of your familiarity with the Kwantung Army, you should be more professional than me."

Malachenko knew clearly that the 88th Independent Infantry Brigade of the Far East Red Flag where Chen Weiguo was located was the predecessor of the Northeast Anti-Japanese United Army that withdrew into the Soviet Union.

The Red Army's number was used to cover up the truth on the surface, but privately, the officers and soldiers of the Anti-Japanese United Army preferred to call themselves the "Anti-Japanese United Army Training Brigade."

This is a small-scale light infantry brigade. It is nominally organized at the brigade level, but the actual total force is only more than 700 people. It is destined to be impossible to be deployed to the front battlefield like a regular brigade-level field force. To round it off, it is equivalent to using special forces to confront the enemy's main force head-on.

Yes, that's right. In terms of the individual quality of the Anti-Japanese United Army Training Brigade, these time-tested proletarian fighters can indeed be called special forces in the current era.

They are familiar with the terrain, understand their enemies, know what difficult tasks they will face and have firm beliefs. They have extremely rich combat experience in the war behind enemy lines.

What is even more valuable is that most of this light infantry unit has received airborne training and has proficient airborne skills, which lays a solid foundation for its deep-seated mission behind enemy lines.

The quality of such a unit is in line with the standards even if it is placed in the leadership army, and it will attract the attention of Malashenko. Naturally, there is more reason to believe that the intelligence scouted by these elite veterans must be of high value.

Hearing Malashenko's question, Chen Weiguo, who had indeed prepared everything, did not hide it, and immediately took out the first stack of photos from his shoulder bag and handed it to Malashenko.

"Comrade General, please take a look."

"Hmm?"

Reaching out to take the stack of photos handed over by Chen Weiguo, Malashenko glanced at the first one on the top, and an old building that looked simple but quite impressive immediately jumped into his eyes.

"This is the Fengtian Arsenal occupied by the Japanese army, Comrade General. Although it has encountered multiple rounds of bombing so far, the Japanese army is still trying to transfer machinery and equipment to more dispersed small workshops for production."

"These small workshops are scattered, and the transfer work is mostly carried out in secret. It is very difficult to detect all their coordinates, almost impossible to achieve. They divide the production of various parts and components, and then transport them to a slightly larger assembly workshop for assembly, which makes it very difficult for air raids and bombings to destroy their production capacity."

"So although the production capacity has been reduced a lot compared to before, the Japanese army's ordnance production is still going on until now. They are constantly using these newly produced weapons and equipment to arm new recruits, form and train new troops, and use them as a bargaining chip against the Red Army, hoping to resist the Red Army's attack in wartime."

Although the Japanese devils are extremely vicious and bad to the core, these bastards are at least not stupid in some things.

Although they are trying to make diplomatic efforts, hoping to stop the Red Army's southward attack without bloodshed, in fact, the devils also understand that this is unlikely to be achieved. The only thing they could do was to buy as much time as possible and delay the Red Army's offensive as late as possible.

At the same time, the entire trapped Kwantung Army Group, which was still fighting and unwilling to give up, was also preparing for another desperate fight.

Ordinary Japanese who had immigrated in large numbers in the early years became the targets of the Kwantung Army's conscription.

The Japanese army's conscription was always about whether you were selected or not, not whether you were willing to join. Those who dared to disobey would only end up dead, and even going to jail was a luxury. It was basically no different from calling out the names of the conscripted men.

The number of troops that could be raised by this method can be imagined, so the only factor that troubled the Kwantung Army in arming a large number of cannon fodder to the battlefield was the supply of weapons.

It was no longer realistic to expect transportation from the mainland, as the US submarine forces had begun to engage in unrestricted submarine warfare and attack everywhere.

The sea routes from Japan to China were full of US submarines, and the Japanese transport ships would have to go to the bottom of the sea to accompany Shinano sauce and feed the fish if they were not careful.

Not only did they not get support from the mainland, but they were also asked by the group of idiots in the headquarters to continue to support the Pacific operations. The leaders of the Kwantung Army Group, who were so angry that they cursed loudly, had no choice but to endure the bombing and engage in small workshop-style production to arm themselves.

Malashenko knew very well what the Kwantung Army was thinking. It was nothing more than the old trick of "human bombs defeating steel bombs", hoping to use the tactics of sending heads to drag down the offensive energy of the Red Army. When the Red Army could not fight and lost its offensive ability, the battle would be won without fighting, and the territory would naturally be defended.

Although it sounds stupid, you really can't expect a bunch of idiots who have never seen the battlefield on the Eastern Front to understand how stupid and meaningless "human bomb impact" is in front of the combined arms heavy field group.

As for the understanding of war by these idiots, it is still at the level of "precision rifle shooting" and "grenade launchers are considered artillery firepower".

Talking to these idiots about the combined arms heavy field group is like telling the pigs in the pigpen how well I have honed my pig-killing knife skills.

The pigs can't understand how superb your ability to kill them is, and they can't understand it, and the same goes for the idiots of the Kwantung Army in the south.

"These are not a problem, Weiguo. Since the devils have the leisure to recruit men to form these cannon fodder troops, just let them do it."

"I can assure you that no matter how efficient the Kwantung Army is in recruiting men, or how fast it is at its peak, it is not as efficient as the leader army in destroying these artillery fires."

"Once the battle begins, I will personally let these bastards of the Kwantung Army understand one thing, what does it mean to recruit men faster than they die."

""

Mumble——

Hearing Malashenko's words, Chen Weiguo was speechless and couldn't help swallowing his nervous saliva. It seemed that he could see the scene of the Kwantung Army being destroyed by tons.

Other Red Army generals might have been bragging, but the one in front of him was different.

This was the "Iron Butcher" who killed the Nazis to the point of corpses and heads rolling everywhere. Chen Weiguo had the honor of talking to some German prisoners who were sent to Siberia for labor reform. All they heard from them were remarks like "The Iron Butcher is tired of killing people".

Chen Weiguo was indeed a little worried that the general would use extremely tough means to launch a "large-scale indiscriminate attack" and that innocent people might be hurt. He was hesitant and didn't know how to start or whether to say it, but Malashenko, who was flipping through the photos, spoke first.

"If you are worried about civilians, then you can rest assured."

"My soldiers will do their best to carry out precision strikes, and whenever possible, they will do their best to rescue civilians from the Japanese invaders."

"I can assure you about this, swearing on the honor of my soldiers. The leader's army is definitely not the kind of army that only kills as some malicious rumors say. Although we have indeed eliminated countless Nazis, soldiers with faith can still distinguish between fighting and protecting. This will have to be witnessed by your own eyes."

""

Malachenko can take the initiative to speak to this point, Chen Weiguo already feels a little speechless and even more moved.

Comrade General does not care about the potential lack of trust, lack of understanding, or even suspicion. Instead, he can take the lead in making guarantees and making personal promises to dispel concerns.

This is no longer as simple as being approachable. This is a situation that only occurs when you truly treat yourself as a comrade without any discrimination or prejudice.

Although he is older than Malachenko, he is still deeply moved and respectful.

Whether it was the high courtesy or the sincere treatment, Chen Weiguo had never thought about it, let alone dared to think about it. It was as if the person sitting in front of him was not a Soviet general, but an old comrade from the same hometown who had fought side by side for many years.

However, Chen Weiguo was thinking about what he should say, and before he could figure out how to thank him, Malashenko, who was staring at him and frowning, had already discovered that something was wrong.

"Weiguo, do you know where this photo came from? Tell me the details."

"Ah?"

Immersed in his own reverie, Chen Weiguo had just come back to his senses, but his reaction when he turned around was a little surprised.

Because at this moment, Malashenko's face had completely lost its smile, and his expression was completely different from before. What's more, this was the first time Chen Weiguo saw Malashenko's expression since he entered this office. It was so serious that it seemed like something big had happened.

"This photo"

Chen Weiguo took the thing that Malashenko specifically emphasized, took it in his hand, looked at it carefully, and recalled it carefully, and fell into deep thought.

The scenes in the photos don't match my memory very well. They were probably not taken by me after I parachuted behind the Japanese lines and brought back, but were taken by other comrades and compiled by me.

I haven't sorted out some of the photos in detail, especially those that I didn't take. It's more meaningful to send the information first than to wait until I finish analyzing and sorting it out.

Chen Weiguo, who didn't want to pretend to know something, spoke frankly, but still provided some valuable and verifiable information.

"I'm sorry, Comrade General, this photo was not taken by me. Many comrades who took the photos are still lurking behind enemy lines, waiting to cooperate with the Red Army's actions. They only handed the information they took to other comrades and sent it back."

"I can sort out the detailed shooting information of this photo, but please give me some time, I will do it as soon as possible. I need to compare it with the text information carefully before I can give you a definite answer."

"But I can assure you one thing right away, Comrade General, this photo was indeed taken during this airborne operation behind enemy lines, and it is undoubtedly the latest intelligence."

""

Malachenko didn't speak directly, but the expression on his face was still unpredictable, and it was hard to tell what he was thinking.

Chen Weiguo, who was worried that something big had happened, couldn't help but ask.

"Comrade General, do you see any problem with this photo? Maybe I can help you look at it and explain it."

"Look here, behind the Japanese convoy, the third car from the back. Although it is a little blurry, do you see its outline?"

Following the direction of Malashenko's finger, I saw that there were armored vehicles and cars in the Japanese convoy lined up on the dirt road in the photo, and the scale was really large.

However, the third car from the back in the convoy in the photo, which was emphasized by Malashenko, was not very clear.

The ability to identify black and white photos these days is really not good, even if it is a specially selected intelligence camera, the performance is just so-so.

Chen Weiguo, who held the photo in front of his eyes and stared at it for several seconds, spoke uncertainly.

"It seems that this is the outline of a tank, comrade general."

"It's not like, it is."

Replacing the uncertain tone with a decisive affirmative answer, Chen Weiguo has not seen many types of tanks that he is not familiar with, but Malashenko is completely different.

Malashenko recognized what the thing in the photo was at a glance. He was certain that he would not be wrong even if he was blind.

"This is a Type 6 Tiger tank originally produced in Nazi Germany. I never expected to see this thing in the hands of the Kwantung Army. It seems that before the Nazi scum was destroyed, they gave some methods of how to make industrial waste to their friends."