The third part of the bloody war, Chapter 10, the 4th chapter of the decisive battle

As Chun Festival approaches, a sudden heavy snow turns the Central Plains into white. The spacious and surging Yellow River is now like a quiet virgin, frozen on this vicissitudes of life.

It was a busy winter. On the entire Huanghuai land, from Hubei and Hunan to Henan, on countless roads, there were cars, cars, carriages, and trolleys filled with supplies, and they advanced to the north. Among these army, there were grandfathers with white hair, young and untapped boys, strong fathers, and girls with big braids. There were farmers from the countryside, and the young masters in Zhengzhou, Xuchang, Wuhan, formed this army of millions. The breath they exhaled condensed into white mist in the air.

The wheels hit the rails, making a bang and a boring sound. The car was loaded with all kinds of supplies. The roads on both sides of the rails were filled with people. The carriages were wide open, and cold air was pouring in from outside.

Hong Junqi stood in the only open area in the carriage, and all the carriages were full of bullets. Hong Junqi ordered that no carriages were allowed to be empty, and that a box of bullets could be placed. There was no desk in this carriage. Two simple desks were piled with bullet boxes, one of which was placed on it, and the secretary next to him was reporting to him on his work.

Hong Junqi has obviously lost a lot of weight, his chin has become sharper, and his beard has not been shaved for several days. His military coat is tightly wrapped around his body. From the opened car, you can clearly see the front team carrying supplies on foot under the car.

"This is the result I just obtained. The front-line warehouses reported that after a month and a half of busyness, the shortage of shells has been resolved. At present, the front-line army has five bases of shells, and there are four bases of reserves in the warehouse. The third line of the east, middle and west, and the logistics supervision team reported that each army has reached eight bases of bullets, and there are six bases of reserves in the warehouse. In terms of oil, the First Army and the Fifth Army have sufficient oil, but the spare oil is only two bases, and the other tank divisions and tank brigades have insufficient oil, which will take at least ten days to meet the needs. In terms of air force, the air force airports and logistics warehouses have three bases of oil. According to the scale and duration of the attack, at least five bases of oil are needed; in terms of ammunition, the air force needs ammunition, but the logistics warehouse reserves only have one base. To meet the combat needs, three bases of ammunition, grain,..."

After the secretary finished reporting, he looked up at Hong Junqi and hesitated and said, "Commander, we can't blame us. We have mobilized six million people and made our best efforts."

Although the logistics department worked together, there was still not enough materials, especially grain. The ammunition was sent to each round, but the grain was not good. At least 1.5 million kilograms of grain were consumed every day, and there was also horse forage. Gasoline and diesel were also consumed. The Air Force frequently attacked, and the oil consumed was amazing every day. Fortunately, the Air Force's oil was not only transported by train cars, but also the Air Force's own transport aircraft.

Hong Junqi shook his head and did not answer. Zhuang Jihua would not accept this result. Although he did not participate in the last combat meeting, Hong Junqi vaguely guessed that the scale of this attack was far greater than before, and the duration of time was also greater than before. The longest attack in the past was only one month. Judging from the gathered materials, the duration of the attack would be unprecedented. If everything goes well, you can fight to the Northeast.

But Hong Junqi was not sure about how Wang Guobin and the US military advisory team could make those soldiers proficient in American weapons in this short period of time. Based on their intuition, Hong Junqi believed that Zhuang Jihua made a mistake.

The major general smiled bitterly and spread his hands. His name was Deng Yifei, who was also from the Southwest Development Team. He was taken to the Logistics Department by Hong Junqi. He has been in the Logistics Department until now and is the Chief of Staff of the Logistics Department.

Cadres from the Southwest Development Team admire Zhuang Jihua. Most of them unknowingly labeled themselves as the Zhuang Group, and their titles are not based on their current official position, but rather on the captain.

"Damn it, it's fun now." Hong Junqi cursed softly.

The indicator lights on the radio continued to flash, and the ticking sounds continued. The radio operator used his pens to shuttle. All the logistics issues from Yangon to Shijiazhuang were fed back here, and Hong Junqi made the decision.

After crossing Jinan, crossing the Yellow River, entering the North China Plain, there were more teams in front of him. There were speeding trucks on the road and farmers driving mule carts on the snow. Hong Junqi even saw a donkey cart. There were also young masters from Jinan carrying tricycles and a few boxes of bullets piled on the funnel.

When approaching Dexian, the atmosphere was obviously different. There were more soldiers and patrol teams, and there were more posts along the way. Dexian Station was even more vigilant. Even senior generals like Hong Junqi and those who got off the arms train in the rear were also investigated by two checkpoints.

The theater command did not send a car to pick it up. Hong Junqi took Huluàn, the Dexian Bing Station of the Logistics Department, and asked two cars to rush to the headquarters. When he arrived at the headquarters, it was already the lights on.

After entering the headquarters, Hong Junqi found that the atmosphere in the headquarters was still calm. Zhuang Jihua was not in the headquarters, but went to a nearby village to watch the ball. This made him feel a little relieved and hurried to meet Chief of Staff Xu Zuyi.

"Commander Hong, you have finally arrived. The commander has asked several times."

Xu Zuyi's first words made Hong Junqi a little nervous. It is said that Hong Junqi and Zhuang Jihua are now in different systems. Although Zhuang Jihua is the commander of the war zone, Hong Junqi is the commander of the logistics department. The position should be a little higher. However, when Zhuang Jihua gets angry, Hong Junqi becomes a little nervous.

"Is Chief of Staff Xu because of oil?" Hong Junqi stared at Xu Zuyi and asked. Xu Zuyi nodded and turned around and walked into the house: "Come in and talk."

As he said that, he led the way into the house and said as he walked: "Qiu Qingquan complained about insufficient oil and the Cultural Revolution sent people to investigate. Qiu Qingquan was right. The oil was insufficient. The reserved diesel was only more than 400 tons, and at least 2,000 tons should be."

Hong Jun's head suddenly became bigger. Even with Yangon's stock, it was still half the distance. He smiled bitterly: "I can't do anything about it. If you want two thousand tons, you can only wait for the American fleet in five days."

Xu Zuyi pulled out the mén and let Hong Junqi in. This room was Xu Zuyi's office. His office was with the combat office. Several officers in the room were busy. Hong Junqi only knew Gao Songyuan and He Wei.

"The commander decided to launch an attack on New Year's Eve to calculate the days, and there are still ten days left, so within ten days, you must prepare two thousand tons of oil."
Chapter completed!