During the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, although China eventually achieved the status of a victorious country by the Americans who completely destroyed Japan's war machines on the Pacific battlefield. However, it cannot be denied that the Chinese team suffered heavy losses and suffered many failures. The reason for the failure was that the Japanese army had absolute superior equipment, but another very important reason was that the Chinese generals, especially the generals, repeatedly made wrong strategic arrangements. Under this wrong strategic guidance, no matter how brave and sacrificed the lower-level officers and soldiers were, it was difficult to win.

The fanatical and emotional shouts such as swearing to fight against Japan to the death and not being a slave to the destruction of the country are certainly exciting and are the mainstream of national propaganda. However, it would be too stupid to denounce calm military scientific analysis as "peaceful factions" or "surrender factions" and let them remain silent, no one cares about and asks about how to fight against Japan and what to use to fight against Japan, and rely solely on anti-Japanese fanaticism and the brave chest of the soldiers to block the Japanese army's steel attack.

The Chinese officers and soldiers and the people have already flowed into blood. Should they continue to flow into blood? The War of Resistance Against Japan has been going on for more than three years, but the war examples of only talking about subjective will and not calm and objective, seeking truth from facts, scientific analysis and rational judgment are still happening. It is not too late to make up for the failure of the sheep. This is what Meng Youtian is doing now, which is closely related to Xiao Guanghe's going to the Kuomintang-controlled area.

It is better to regret what you have done than regret what you haven't done. Maybe it can change, maybe everything will remain the same. But Meng Youtian wants to do it, this is the responsibility of a time traveler, at least that's what he thinks.

"...It is not to be denied that the Chinese ** team has many factions. The Central Army and the miscellaneous military have different combat powers, equipment and different minds. Every battle is not the time, the place is not our side, nor is it the general officers and soldiers who do not need their lives. It is because some senior officers do not pay attention to studying tactics and strategies on weekdays, and have a despicable mentality of preserving their strength during wartime. And this mentality has not been completely abandoned, but is also manifested at all times."

Meng Youtian stopped writing and shook his head gently. What should he do if the bad habits in the army and the government made mistakes? Especially the miscellaneous army fighting against the Japanese army. What he was worried about is not victory or defeat, but whether the post-war supplements, but whether the number will be cancelled after the loss of the troops. Lao Chiang, he did not do a great job in this regard. If he had a broad mind and had a far-reaching vision, he could treat each army equally and reward meritoriously. If he had a meritorious punishment, he might not be worse than this method of using national war to defeat dissidents.

People who have transformed from the old era are difficult to escape from the influence of the old era. The ancient Chinese power schemes are deeply rooted in people's hearts and influence people's actions. They will never be completely eliminated. This is true for Chiang Kai-shek and Mao Gong.

Meng Youtian pondered for a long time, put away his regret and regret, and continued to write. Historians once said that he should be somewhat tolerant of historical figures. After all, no one is a god.

"...If you can't fight big battles, you will change to small battles, and use regiments or divisions as units. Take turns to attack frequently on various fronts, and stop just by trying it. It not only attacks the enemy, but also increases the combat experience of the troops. It can also cause our army's strength to remain, counterattacks continue. The appearance of the Japanese army being fierce and weak on the inside can also receive more international assistance..."

A Xiu walked in with the child on her back, looked at Meng Youtian, who was writing intently, put the child on her back on the kang, and turned around to get water for foot washing.

Putting it off from my mother's back, the sleepy doll stretched out her hands and feet, feeling a little uncomfortable. She looked around with big eyes and smiled at Meng Youtian.

"What's so happy?" Meng Youtian reached out and touched the child's chubby face, teasing her.

The little baby just laughed, then rolled around, and soon stuffed a little foot into his mouth, and it tasted delicious.

"Stinky girl, why are you eating your feet?" Meng Youtian smiled, and slapped her on the butt with his hands. The child spitted out his little feet and started giggling.

Ah Xiu walked in and said with some angrily: "I'm going to sleep, and I'll make you feel energetic again."

"Let's be spirit, I'm not sleepy anyway." Meng Youtian smiled indifferently, looking at A Xiu's face that was darkened by the sun, with a happy smile on it. To be honest, this warm family happiness is what most people pursue. He has already obtained it, but for the happiness of his descendants, he still has to continue working hard.

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Time flies quickly, and the base area seems to have returned to a rare peaceful life. Meng Aotian seizes the time to write things while training potential shooting talents sent by the militia brigade. It is the period when the guerrilla warfare is active, but the guerrilla activities in the enemy-occupied areas are facing challenges. Kono Hiroji Kuzo used his killer move.

The bright moonlight covers the small village, and the houses stand quietly in the silver gauze, which looks particularly solemn. The river water sang quietly, accompanied by the chirping of summer cicadas on the trees and the crickets in the grass, highlighting the quietness of the night. Flowing fireflies flashed in the shade of the trees, and birds and owls were singing in the distance.

The villages in the base area looked like this under the moonlight, and the night in the enemy-occupied area seemed gloomy and full of murderous intent. Especially the sorghum field outside the village, which was more than one person tall, like an airtight wall. Zhao Zhenhua led three or five team members out of the sorghum field, and opened a wide yam field and black bean field in front of him. Suddenly, there were more than a dozen figures in front of him, and he walked down the path sneakily.

Zhao Zhenhua was shocked and thought to himself that this was definitely not a good person, so he quickly signaled the team members to retreat. One team member suggested: "Fight! Just run away after the fight!"

"No, retreat to the sorghum field!" Zhao Zhenhua said briefly and firmly.

Several people leaned down and crawled into the dense area in the middle of the farmland, not caring about the slithering and dampness on the ground, and fingered the bolts and listening to the movement. After a while, they heard a rumbling sound in the sorghum field and a sound of footsteps in the ducklings. A duck-speaking man whispered: "It's so strange, I saw a few figures just now, why did they disappear?"

A man with a cow-like voice said, "Maybe he's still ahead and wag out of the ground. Be careful, they have guns."

The sorghum fields on both sides, corn fields and bean fields were ringing. Hearing that he was walking beside him, Zhao Zhenhua and others nervously hooked up the bolts. The enemy was close at hand, and they groped in the distance.

Zhao Zhenhua did not relax his vigilance. He did not move, and the team members did not move. He just waited quietly. After a long time, a sound came from the sorghum field on the left. The enemy who was ambushing in the secret could not help but retreated cursingly.

Zhao Zhenhua frowned after letting out a long breath of breath. It turned out that the night was basically guerrillas, but now it seems that these cunning spies were taken away by half. When going out to work, they had to raise their hearts to their throats and had to concentrate on attacking with a focus. These spies, from dressing to speaking, were like local farmers in their hometowns, and some people would be fooled if they spoke a little.

The guerrillas have encountered and fought with these spy teams that operated at night. They are not afraid of spy teams, but they cannot find the rules of spy teams' actions. They want to find an opportunity to teach them a lesson, and they have not been able to do it. They feel so anxious.

Fortunately, the notice was issued earlier, and the underground cadres in each village were communicated with the underground cadres and specified signals, which made the spy team's several disguised mixed operations failed. But the masses were indeed scared. The just-in-commissioned anti-Japanese sentiment gradually declined due to the spy team's noisy. Several troubles came out one after another, all related to the spy team, and the emotions of the guerrillas were somewhat fluctuating.

The ones who competed for the initiative of the guerrillas at night were the plainclothes spies organized by the commander of the military police, Miyamoto. This spies had about 200 people, all dressed up by the common people, divided into five small teams. They rested in the stronghold during the day, and at night, they ran around like a group of night owls.

Miyamoto's spy team paid special attention to keeping it confidential when operating, and did not walk the suspension bridge from the stronghold. Even at night, he would ask the spy team to secretly climb through the blockade ditch with a ladder. When approaching the village, he was not allowed to shoot guns and sneak into the village; before discovering the guerrillas, try his best to hide himself.

After a long period of research and reconnaissance, Miyamoto concluded that the guerrillas often changed places to rest, especially in the dark. Therefore, he set a strategy for the plainclothes spy team to track and pursue. Sometimes the plainclothes spy team would adopt an extremely clumsy but reliable method, which was to lie on the edge of the farmland all night, lie on empty slums or on both sides of the path, and look around. If they found a black shadow activity, they would secretly follow their footprints until the footprints disappeared by the village. They surrounded the village and then sneaked into the village.

Under the command of Miyamoto and several spy chiefs, the plainclothes special forces often ran around the fields all night, sometimes on the wet ground for several hours. In this way, the plainclothes special forces and several guerrilla teams scattered everywhere would face each other several times, and carried out several small-scale battles in the field and courtyards late at night. Although the guerrillas were unable to eliminate the guerrillas, they finally rushed to the figures. Moreover, the guerrillas' actions became less, which made Miyamoto very happy because he finally felt a little of the guerrilla rules. He knew that the guerrillas' activities changed frequently, so his way of hunting often changed accordingly.

Using guerrilla against guerrilla is the Japanese's response technique. Zhao Zhenhua's guerrilla team's activity area is better, and guerrillas operating in other places in the enemy-occupied areas inevitably suffered losses. In particular, the plainclothes spies pretending to be mixed in the early stage caused many people who sympathized with helping guerrillas to be cruelly retaliated, causing great chaos and fear among the masses.
Chapter completed!