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spn Chapter 388 Far East General Offensive (15): Complete collapse of the defense line

"Where is this?"

In a daze, Zhukov didn't know how long he had slept. When he passed out, his head seemed to have been hit hard and it was aching all the time. He still remembered that before he fainted, he seemed to have seen a very strangely dressed man.

What did the soldier say to himself in front of him?

The dazzling white light squeezed in through the slits of his slightly opened eyes. Zhukov felt a little uncomfortable, but then he realized that this was the warm morning sun.

"It's dawn!!!"[

Realizing that it was dawn but that he had lost consciousness, Zhukov was shocked and wanted to turn over and get up, but accidentally pulled the needle on his body. The pain was so painful that he had to sit down again and then opened his eyes.

, saw two soldiers with guns standing in the house.

"Chinese……"

When he saw the two soldiers clearly, Zhukov felt that all his thoughts were lost, and what he was most worried about had appeared.

The Chinese were violently attacking the defense line they were responsible for commanding, but they were caught by the Chinese special forces from the rear. The Soviet troops on the defense line were still struggling, waiting for the orderly retreat and alternate cover issued by the headquarters.

command.

But now that he has become a prisoner, what will happen to those soldiers, what will happen to the hundreds of thousands of Soviet troops and the Komsomolsk defense line, and what will happen to the Far East?

Zhukov's expression turned pale for a moment. Even though he was used to seeing storms, as the Generalissimo of the Soviet Union, he couldn't help but feel complicated at this time.

Since ancient times, generals in the East and the West have not particularly cared about the casualties of soldiers. However, if the number of casualties or prisoners reaches hundreds of thousands, it may even lead to the collapse of a line of defense, leading to a

After a defeat in the war zone, instead of being able to achieve great things by stepping on these millions of corpses, this general will be infamy for thousands of years.

The Komsomolsk defense line is bound to collapse and lose overall command. Even if the Red Army frontline commanders know that they are fighting on their own and retreating separately, they cannot contact the theater headquarters, and it is even more difficult to contact the Soviet highest command organ. Who will go first?

Withdraw? Who will stay to cover, and who will be responsible for preventing the pursuers from retreating...

There are too many things, and without a top command organization, everything is in "chaos".

"Don't move!"

The two soldiers raised their 45-year-old submachine guns almost at the same time and stared at Zhukov fiercely. In this common language, even if the soldiers spoke Chinese, Zhukov did not want to anger them. This is meaningless.

"I want to see your commander!"

Zhukov, who had regained his energy a little, said this sentence in Russian and English respectively.

As a result, the two soldiers on the opposite side were unmoved. They didn't know whether they didn't understand him at all, or they didn't care about what he was saying.

"Soldier, I want to see your commander."

This time, Zhukov had to speak in Chinese! His Chinese was not as good as English, and it was a bit difficult. But this time the effect was obviously very good. A soldier took out a short-range communication device from his waist and said: "Zhukov is awake, he

Want to see..."

"The equipment of Chinese soldiers is so advanced."

When Zhukov heard that the other party was asking for instructions from his superiors, he couldn't help but look at the short-range communication device in his hand in surprise. Although he could guess with his knowledge that the technology of this short-range communication device was not complicated, the Chinese could equip it to a person.

Xiaobing really embodies powerful military industry and national power.

Zhukov happened to know the submachine guns in the opponent's hands that were obviously much more sophisticated than the Sand submachine guns. He had collected some on the battlefield. They were very well-made and had very reliable performance. Not to mention that the remaining military industrial strength of the Far East could not produce them.

Even the current wartime military industry of the Soviet Union cannot reach this level.[

But according to what Zhukov knows, intelligence says that China's advanced military industry, which seems to be ahead of other countries, is actually a very mature technology in China, and will not be restricted by the pursuit of quality like the German military industry system.

Yield.

The military uniforms worn by the soldiers were even more confusing to him as a marshal. There were some small bags on the military uniforms and he didn't know what was inside. And the quality of the helmets and uniforms and boots was far from what the Soviet military supply system could provide.

Comparable.

"Even the U.S. military is inferior to them. The U.S. military's military supply system is very fancy, while the Chinese's embodies a practical spirit in every aspect."

This was the first time that Zhukov faced the Chinese who were on alert. With his rich experience and insights, he quickly came to the conclusion that the Chinese had great war potential, and many big details could be seen in small places.

…

"Report, Zhukov is awake and wants to see our person in charge!"

The special forces guarding Zhukov reported Zhukov's request, and soon Huo Weiguo received the report. As Huo Weiguo's identity as the winner, there was no need to see such a captured marshal. After all, on the battlefield, success or failure was the criterion.

He is a hero. No matter how much glory he once had, once he is defeated, he is just the enemy of the defeated.

"I have exactly 5 minutes. Let's make some arrangements and I'll meet him."

Huo Weiguo was still very curious about this opponent. The key was that, as the victorious side, he thought it was necessary to meet Zhukov in person, who once claimed to be the victorious marshal of the Far East.

The sky had just dawned, and good news came from various battlefields one after another.

Several Japanese division reinforcements were successfully blocked by hundreds of tanks and a group army. Even on the blocking battlefield, armored units successfully interspersed and encircled a division. The beaten Japanese army committed another crime.

A mistake. They may have been very brave when attacking or defending, but this time they were going to help the Soviets. The Japanese army's fighting will was not strong. After suffering heavy losses, the troops retreated instead of advancing, and several divisions quickly broke away.

Contact with the squadron.

It was the retreat of this Japanese rescue force that caused the Soviet army's last life-saving straw to drift away, and the total collapse of the Komsomolsk defense line was imminent.

After receiving the news, Yamashita Fengfumi angrily threw down the phone and slapped the staff several times. Finally, in desperation, he had to report to Tokyo in person that the situation in the Far East would undergo major changes. The Japanese army in the Far East needed to make arrangements as soon as possible. If they stood still and waited for reinforcements, they would probably face the Soviet Union.

The situation is like being surrounded by an army.

The core section of the Komsomolsk defense line had been lost, and as many as eight Red Army divisions were wiped out. Some were blown up on the ground or in underground bunkers, and some had no time to retreat and were easily divided and surrounded by the squadron's infantry and tanks in coordination.

Those who could escape were not much better. The Soviet troops who fled all the way into Komsomolsk City were soon attacked on a large scale. Hundreds of thousands of squadrons launched an all-out attack on the long defense line. The small Komsomolsk City had already

There is no way to stop this torrent of offensive.

Along the entire two-hundred-kilometer long defense line, squadrons were launching attacks everywhere. If a point was broken through, a large area of ​​the position would be divided and surrounded.

Especially at dawn, the Soviet troops who lost their command and coordination could only fight on their own. Some Soviet troops on the left side of the defense line had retreated, while the Soviet troops on the right side were still holding on. As a result, they were easily surrounded.

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The Soviet army, which had lost its top leader, no longer had any constraints on surrender. Large numbers of Soviet troops could not outrun the squadrons and their tanks and chariots. It was the most common thing to raise their hands and surrender.

Just when Zhukov woke up, Komsomolsk had been captured, the entire defense line had basically been broken through, and large numbers of Soviet troops were surrounded.

Some of the retreating Soviet troops will not have a good ending. The pursuing troops are boarding tanks and armored vehicles and setting off, while a large-scale air fleet is taking off again. These Soviet troops who are frantically escaping north of Komsomolsk will be defeated.

Soon they were subjected to unprecedentedly fierce aerial pursuit and bombing.

When Huo Weiguo walked into the temporary prison where Zhukov was located, Zhukov had calmed down. He even tried to talk to the soldiers guarding him or ask for some daily necessities, cigarettes and the like, but the iron-clad special forces officers and soldiers remained unmoved.

Regardless of whether he was a marshal or a soldier. Of course, if he was not a marshal, he would have died in the underground command center inexplicably like the Soviet political commissar General Cherevitchenko.

With a "squeak~" sound, the door opened, and a man wearing the uniform of a general of the National Defense Forces walked in accompanied by two guards. Zhukov had already heard the footsteps and did not bother to tidy up his messy clothes.

military uniform.[

"General Huo!"

Seeing the person coming, Zhukov smiled bitterly and stretched out his hand. The person coming was the famous Chinese general he had seen many times in the intelligence. General Huo Weiguo, the famous Chinese Far East general who first defeated others and then defeated the Soviet army.

"Hello, Marshal Zhukov!"

Naturally, Huo Weiguo didn't care about necessary etiquette.

Zhukov's condition was not very good. There was a slap mark on his face for some reason, and he was stepped on a few times on the marshal's uniform. At a glance, it was clear that the special forces members had used sluts on him. Of course, Huo Weiguo didn't think so.

This is too much. After all, the Soviet army is the enemy of the Wehrmacht. It is good that these action members did not find any excuse to kill him.

The National Defense Forces have never had any policy of preferential treatment of prisoners, and they are even more affectionate towards enemy generals. Unless you surrender voluntarily, your existence can only be regarded as the word "enemy", not as a distinguished general.

"General Huo, congratulations, we were defeated because of your conspiracy." Zhukov said with a strange expression.

Huo Weiguo shook his head and said, "If you just want to show off or vent your anger when you see me, then I'm sorry, I'm very busy. As you said, this is just a small conspiracy, and I don't think it is that great, as

I'm about to be busy capturing hundreds of thousands of Soviet soldiers.

This is also not worth mentioning."

"Okay, I admit that you won. If it weren't for the Germans, maybe our two countries would be evenly matched opponents." Zhukov shook his head and said.

"There are no ifs in the war, and victory or defeat is not because of the Germans. The victory or defeat between our two countries was actually decided thirty years ago."

Huo Weiguo said something meaningful. Zhukov didn't understand it for a while, but then he came to his senses. The general was referring to the birth of their new regime in 1916.

"Perhaps, just as Comrade Lieutenant General carried forward his ideas, used the ideological weapons of the Bolsheviks to liberate the Soviet Union and build a strong country." Zhukov's words were not an exaggeration, and he seemed more calm when he said it, "Sometimes I think,

If China and the Soviet Union can coexist peacefully or even form an alliance, in addition to hegemony in the Far East, we may also be able to invade Europe!

Someone once said that your Baath Party has more in common than our Bolshevism."

"The problems between China and the Soviet Union, which involve distant relations and close attacks, were laid down a hundred years ago. But at that time, no one could reason with us, and we had no power to fight back, and you enemies have a huge appetite. Now, it's just a matter of settling scores.

I hope the marshal can have a happy life in the prisoner-of-war camp. Our treatment is definitely better than that in the German prisoner-of-war camp. At least we don’t have gas baths. As long as we can work, we can still have enough to eat." After Huo Weiguo finished speaking, he was about to leave.

"Is this the arrangement your army and your head of state have for me?" Zhukov asked self-deprecatingly. Faced with such a major failure, he actually didn't care about these honors and disgrace, nor did he feel that he had any choice. He was just out of curiosity.

I asked casually.

"No, it's just my personal order to arrest you. Our head of state has never mentioned you."
To be continued...