Chapter 347 I Will Protect the Brigade Commander's Smile
The two keywords, surname Chen and major general, immediately let Huang He lock in the ideal candidate for the Viet Minh.
It's very simple, because there are only four major generals surnamed Chen in the Eighth Route Army. Combined with Lao Hu's personal network, the final answer is basically ready to come out.
It's decided to be you! Brigade commander!
After suddenly understanding, the expression on Huang He's face became extremely wonderful, as if he thought of something ridiculous.
There is no other reason, it is really hard to guard against.
It's only 1941 now, how come his own brigade commander was inexplicably targeted by Southeast Asian allies more than nine years in advance?
At this moment, Lao Dai, who was traveling with him, looked very confused.
He really couldn't figure out one thing, why he just mentioned his surname and rank, and Huang He suddenly staged a big drama of changing his face.
After hesitating for a moment, our French comrade said kindly:
"Huang, it seems that you have a good relationship with that major general. He should be a very famous and charismatic commander in your Eighth Route Army, right?"
"Don't worry about yourself. First introduce me to that comrade's resume, and then tell me your true thoughts, and see if I can help you."
"Although I am not the leader of the Viet Minh, they will refer to my opinions on this trip, and what I say has more or less some weight."
The current brigade commander has not yet commanded a super-large international war. He has not yet made a name for himself as a trench warfare master by digging through the center of the peninsula.
If this were to happen ten years later, others would know who the Viet Minh wanted just by a surname.
Hearing his friend's question, Huang He slowly started from the Northern Expedition period and talked about the Second Taiyuan Campaign some time ago.
Whenever he mentioned dangerous places and large-scale battles, Lao Dai would even put himself in the role of brigade commander and think about whether he could do better.
"In short, this is a very capable commander. If there is a big enough stage, his performance will not be inferior to Montgomery, Zhukov and Rommel."
"As for Marshal MacArthur, I am afraid he is not even qualified to come up and carry shoes."
"I believe that one day, he will prove his military ability to the world and leave a strong and colorful mark in the military history of various countries."
Hearing this, the French comrade nodded in agreement.
This kind of hexagonal warrior who is outstanding in military and intelligence is a hot commodity in any country and any force.
If Free France has such a core figure, he can live at least ten years longer.
Soon, Lao Dai suddenly realized something.
According to the description just now, this major general surnamed Chen seems to be very suitable to be the leader of the advisory group to go to Southeast Asia to assist the Viet Minh, but why doesn't his friend support this?
Just as he was about to raise his own questions, Huang He explained in time:
"The reason why I don't want him to go is mainly because of his physical condition. He has many hidden injuries, and there are hidden dangers in his legs and heart."
"Although the medical level of the Eighth Route Army is temporarily not as good as those of the old military powers, full care will at least not make the other party's condition worse."
"What's more, the army is in a period of rapid development, and it is the time to use people. Every senior commander is extremely important."
Speaking of this, Huang thought of some memories of his previous life.
Although his brigade commander is still a bachelor now, Huang He has read some stories about him and his second wife in his previous life.
The two have a good relationship. Every time they have to separate because of work, they will give each other a brand new diary.
During this period, both parties will record their daily lives in the diary.
After the couple reunited, they can share every bit of a certain period of time by exchanging diaries.
As we all know, the brigade commander is a fun person.
Under normal circumstances, he will only write some interesting things and experiences in his diary, which means reporting good news but not bad news.
However, during the aid to the allies, Huang He, who was naturally humorous, rarely started to complain. He was just short of writing a few dirty words and cursing on the notebook. It was obvious that he was very angry.
Because there were many problems within the Viet Minh, even if other comrades in the advisory group helped to share the work, he still had to do many things himself.
Whenever there was a major battle or action, it was common to work for several consecutive days and nights without rest.
In addition, the local climatic conditions were poor, which caused the brigade commander's old injuries to flare up and new diseases to occur. During his recuperation in China, he even stayed in bed because of illness.
Although there was no conclusive evidence, Huang He always believed that the regret in March 1961 was related to the aid to Vietnam.
Hearing his friend's explanation, Lao Dai expressed his understanding.
When he came to the Republic of China, he had learned about the situation in North China through various channels and learned that the Eighth Route Army was fighting against multiple divisions of the Japanese army at the same time.
The recent transfer of a brigade-level commander would definitely affect the situation on the front line.
What's more, his health was not good. What if something happened in a poor and remote place like Southeast Asia? Who will take on this responsibility at that time?
After thinking for a moment, Lao Dai took the initiative to suggest:
"As far as I know, your top management has not yet decided who to send to lead the advisory group. You should still have a chance to do ideological work for the parties involved."
"I will also persuade the Viet Minh and try to change their minds."
"Then we will work together inside and outside to try to change the direction of things."
As soon as these words came out, Huang He's face lit up.
If we can deal with the parties involved and the Viet Minh at the same time, we can avoid regrets in the future. The smile of the brigade commander! I will protect it!
"Okay! Please!"
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While walking and chatting, the two have arrived at the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army.
The guards at the door seemed to have received some news in advance. The moment they saw Lao Dai, they took the initiative to greet him, and then took him to the restaurant specially used to receive guests.
Huang He went straight to the Meishan meeting room. As soon as he entered the door, he found the brigade commander and Lao Hu talking and laughing.
These two have been good friends for many years. They even worked together during the Huangpu Military Academy. They were present at Wu and Yi's wedding.
After seeing Huang He appear, the brigade commander took the initiative to stand up and pull him over, and then introduced him to the two people beside him:
"This is Comrade Huang He whom I just mentioned!"
"He is the director of our Border Region Weapons Experimental Research Bureau. He has directly or indirectly participated in the research and development of many new weapons and has made great contributions to the military industry system of our Eighth Route Army."
When introducing Huang He, the brigade commander's expression was full of pride and pride, as if he was praising his young and promising brother.
Then he patted his ally on the shoulder and continued to introduce:
"Huang He, these two are Lao Hu and Lao Wu, they are both comrades from the Viet Minh."
"From now on, we will fight side by side for a long time, and I hope everyone can get along happily."
With the matchmaking of the brigade commander, Huang turned his attention to the ally who came from afar.
Lao Hu is not much different from what he remembered, but he looks younger than the illustrations in the history book. It was just the first time they met, and he felt the other party's indomitable will.
Compared with the former, Huang He is more interested in the future Red Napoleon Wen Ge.
Because this senior Viet Minh general, who was neither completely red nor as powerful as the emperor, was the culprit for the brigade commander's high blood pressure during the aid period.
Since Wen Ge was a history major and had almost no systematic military training, he had a very poor overall view when commanding troops in combat!
It is worth mentioning that this man liked to act first and then report to his superiors. From time to time, he would feel that he was good again, and then he would lead the main force to go all in.
It seemed that out of respect for cultural people, Wen Ge was very enthusiastic at this time. He took the lead in holding Huang He's hand, and his tone was full of sincerity.
"Comrade Huang He! I have heard of you for a long time!"
"From Paris to Hanoi, your reputation is known to everyone. If our Viet Minh had a scientist of your level, it is estimated that we would have liberated the entire Indochina long ago!"
"If you have a chance in the future, please come to Cao Ping to taste our coffee."
"Okay."
When it comes to coffee, the smile on Huang He's face gradually became stiff. He thought of the classic old stalk about the Viet Minh on the Internet in later generations: you can lose the battle, but you must drink the coffee.
Time was urgent. After greeting Lao Hu and Brother Wen, he pulled the future trench warfare master to an empty corner with a little apology.
"Brigade Commander, we have worked together for more than two years. Today I want to ask you a serious question. Do you believe in my judgment?"
This inexplicable remark immediately made the brigade commander a little confused, but he nodded subconsciously out of trust in his comrades.
Although Huang He was a bit of a joker on weekdays, his strategic vision was definitely among the top ten in the Eighth Route Army, and even the border area's staff praised him highly.
"I believe it, of course I do."
"I have been with you for so long, and everyone has seen your ability."
After receiving the affirmative reply from the brigade commander, Huang He said with a serious face:
"You must know the purpose of Lao Hu's visit to Taiyuan this time. He is very likely to invite you to lead the advisory group. The comrades there have a very poor military foundation and many ideological problems."
"My personal suggestion is that you must not go. I will recommend other candidates to the deputy commander-in-chief and the deputy chief of staff at the meeting later."
"Ah?"
The current situation of the Viet Minh is completely different from that of the border area more than ten years ago.
Thanks to the merits of the army's morale genius, the border area has the support of the regular army from the beginning, which ensures that the troops have good combat effectiveness in the early stage of their business.
Before they were officially reorganized into the Eighth Route Army, the comrades' combat experience was mainly a steady and steady one.
Everyone first fought against the militia bandits to accumulate experience, then fought against the miscellaneous armed forces of various warlords, and finally fought head-on with the Central Army of Guojian.
Coupled with the ideological unity of 25,000 miles, it created a strong combat capability in 1937.
The prerequisites are indispensable.
But the situation of the Viet Minh is very special. Most of their senior leaders are intellectuals who have studied abroad, and the soldiers are basically composed of untrained grassroots people, and there is an extreme lack of military cadres.
Such troops have to face the top armed Japanese army in Asia and the overlord of Europe, France, from the beginning, which is equivalent to facing two world-class bosses in the novice village.
Their cadres are full of opportunism and hedonism.
These people shout to overthrow imperialism while being proud of speaking French and Japanese. On the one hand, they want revolution, and on the other hand, they look down on the working people.
It is precisely because of the existence of these people that it is not surprising that they would call for the Greater Indochina Democratic Republic Federation decades later.
After hearing Huang He's explanation, the brigade commander fell into a brief contemplation.
In fact, he naturally knew all the above questions, but the high-level officials in the border area had a very good impression of Lao Hu, and the two had a good personal relationship.
If the other party really asked him for help, it would be difficult to refuse for a while.
Looking at the hesitant brigade commander, Huang He shook his head helplessly, and he could only give another strong medicine.
"Brigade commander, don't you want to lead your comrades to drive away the devils? Don't you want to cross the Yangtze River in person to liberate all of China?"
"You should know best what your own physical condition is. Just based on the typhoon-like rainy season in Southeast Asia, do you think your body can withstand it?"
"What is the body? It's the capital of the revolution!"
As soon as these words came out, the brigade commander began to waver.
If the Japanese invaders had been pushed into the sea now, he would not hesitate to set out to aid Vietnam even if he knew that the conditions in Southeast Asia were difficult. This was for faith and friendship.
But now the Eighth Route Army has not even recovered North China, so he is naturally reluctant and unwilling to leave the battlefield.
"Okay, I will seriously consider your proposal."
"I will talk to Lao Hu later and try to get him to change a candidate. I will also personally send a telegram to the desperate war fox and the deputy commander-in-chief to explain the situation."
After hearing this, Huang He breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as the brigade commander himself does not want to go, there will be basically no problem with this matter.
Just as they were about to go back to explain the situation, the guard of the headquarters suddenly trotted into the conference room, saluted Chen and Huang and said:
"Brigade commander, Director Huang, the deputy general asked me to inform you that there will be an internal meeting in five minutes."
I went to the mountains two days ago, and caught a cold and went to the hospital for two days. I just got home this afternoon.
There is another chapter in the early morning