Bright Sword's Minion Interspersed

Chapter 363
(One)

Guan Shan pondered for a while, and said: "My personal analysis, it should be that the gourd boy misjudged the form, and then the above... Marshal Budyonny, in fact, he is responsible... This is just my personal analysis, and the information is limited! "

When speaking, Guan Shan didn't look at Dasayev's expression at all.

In fact, he also analyzed the pros and cons. Bailey Shanda currently wants to pull the military to cooperate, to abolish the current "political commissar's final decision-making power" system in the military system, and return the highest power of military command to the military chief. It's clear that he wants to challenge Hulu Xiaofu.

So, even if there was a bug in the car or Dasayev told Bailey Sander, it would be no big deal.

In fact, Guan Shan was very unwilling to get involved in these infighting, but in fact it was impossible, no one could swim from the river without getting wet.

"Do you smoke? All right, I'll light one for you." Dasayev took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and handed it to Guan Shan.

It seems that the words just now completed the "ice breaking" in an instant?
"Can you tell me more? I promise... well, forget it, I'll stop asking..." Dasayev seemed to be struggling in his heart, and he really wanted to assure Guan Shan that he would not speak out, but if he really did When asked by his superiors, it was difficult for him to hide such an important conversation from his superiors.

"I compared the battle reports issued by the armies of the Soviet Union and Germany. Based on these data, I did some calculations myself. Hehe, Lieutenant Colonel, I am not from the Soviet Union. If I say something wrong, I shouldn't be shot. At most Just being kicked back..." Guan Shan took a puff of cigarette and said teasingly.

"Haha! You are so funny." Dasayev also smiled.

Guan Shan continued: "I compared the contents of some telegrams. General Niukov sent to Moscow, Marshal Budyonny sent to Moscow, and Hulu Xiaofu sent to Moscow."

When talking about this, Guan Shan turned his head and glanced at Dasayev, Guan Shan said with a smile: "I asked for this information from Lieutenant Colonel Yelena, and it was analyzed from the German telegrams they intercepted."

Dasayev looked at Guan Shan very seriously. It was obviously impossible for him, a lieutenant colonel and battalion commander, to get such news through official channels as to what battle report data and telegram content Guan Shan had just mentioned.

"In the telegrams I saw, both General Niukov and Marshal Budyonny suggested to Moscow to withdraw to the east of the Dnieper River, but the reason was not explained in the telegrams. But Comrade Hulu Xiaofu insisted that the Soviet army was capable of fighting the German army. And the conditions for winning, and this is also one of the important reasons why the general and the marshal were successively dismissed..." Guan Shan said.

"You mean, you have analyzed the reason?" Dasayev asked.

"It still needs to be analyzed!" Guan Shan smiled wryly twice, and said, "Together with those withdrawn from the west, there are a total of 85 Red Army troops in Kyiv, and there is not enough ammunition and food, let alone the fuel needed by the armored troops and thousands of vehicles. , these are all objective facts, but..."

However, some leading comrades believe that as long as the Red Army soldiers show their iron will to block the footsteps of the Communists, it will only take a few days for a steady stream of fuel, ammunition and various materials to be delivered to Kyiv, and then distributed to the frontline soldiers.

So, the military commander seized the time to urge the Gourd political commissar to sign, and the Gourd political commissar yelled at whoever said that if he retreated, he would run away and be shot, because he had already promised Moscow.

When that German lost his family business in the Soviet area, what the hell did he look like.

"Then you have analyzed so much, do you think this situation can be reversed?" Dasayev asked with concern.

Guan Shan shook his head without thinking, and said: "If there is a possibility of reversal, our Red Army won't need the Long March."

"Long March? What do you mean?" Dasayev obviously didn't know this.

"Well, we are too far away and too small, you don't understand us." Guan Shan thought for a while and said, "They sent us 28 and a half, 28, and then, our Red Army had about 30 people at most. Ten thousand...give them command, together with shooting, when they break through, there will be more than 8..."

"Alas!" Dasayev sighed.

"Afterwards, they continued to command until we had a meeting by a river, and we stopped superstitiously believing in them. We discussed it ourselves and let people who understand military affairs command the battle." Guan Shan was silent for a while, and said: " In the end, we managed to break through with more than 3000 people..."

"Ah?" Dasayev looked at Guan Shan in surprise, and asked, "What year did you say? How many troops do you have now?"

"The year when the Red Army arrived in Yan'an was 1935. Seven years ago, and two years later when the full-scale war of resistance broke out, we only received two military-level designations. The Eighth Route Army I belonged to gave us three divisions, six brigades and twelve regiments. number, not to mention that the ammunition was not paid enough for the army, and even the military uniform was not able to make one piece for each person..."

Guan Shan talked eloquently, and Dasayev's chatterbox slowly opened up during the chat.

"Overdrive, overdrive! It's time to turn left!" Dasayev hurriedly beckoned Guan Shan to stop.

"Sorry, sorry, I'll go back!" Guan Shan turned his head and manipulated the car to go back, ready to turn left.

"Stop for a while and smoke another cigarette." Dasayev seemed to have something to say.

"Smoke this, American Cigarettes, try it!" Guan Shan took out a pack from his pocket, handed one to Dasayev, and lit him with a Zippo.

"This lighter is good." Dasayev said.

"Do you like it? I'll give it to you. I'll ask Lao An for another one later." Guan Shan stretched it out with a smile.

"Thank you, no need. Our brigade commander used to have one." Dasayev shook his head, took a few puffs of cigarettes, looked at Guan Shan, and said, "The 7th Guards Brigade is a good designation, but in fact we prefer I like the number before that."

"Oh?" Guan Shan frowned, thinking about the particularly powerful brigade-level designations of the Soviet Army.

Is it...

Dasayev rolled down the window pane and threw the cigarette butt out, looked at Guan Shan, and said: "Paul! Thank you!"

"Ah?" Guan Shan was stunned for a moment, looked at Dasayev's expression, and asked, "Why do you want to say thank you?"

"Thank you, thank you for driving. It's been so hard, it's so cold, and the road is so difficult...haha, let's go! Turn left! Let's go!" Dasayev laughed and patted Guan Shan on the shoulder.

Well, Guan Shan smiled, and didn't continue to ask further questions.

(two)

"The son of Marshal Budyonny?" Yelena looked at Guan Shan in surprise, and gestured towards the wiretapping device with her eyes, wondering why Guan Shan still said this even though he knew there was a wiretapping.

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