Chapter 3171 Deterrent lies

As for how to fight this most likely final battle, Malashenko has already figured out a way.

The distance on the map of 270 kilometers from Changchun to Shenyang is actually not easy to walk.

Although it was indeed as Malashenko expected, there was basically not much organized resistance from the Japanese army along the way.

The Kwantung Army, which has no heavy defense between Changchun and Shenyang, can hardly mobilize some remnant troops to fill the gap. In the face of the violent offensive of the Varosha Division, it was completely swept away by the autumn wind.

The captured Japanese prisoners of war stated that they were deserters who had been defeated by the Red Army once before, and some were even defeated twice. After being withdrawn, they were simply collected and reorganized by the Kwantung Army Headquarters. They were rushed to the front line again without doing much, and eventually ended up being wiped out by the leading army.

These rabble-rousers lacked heavy weapons and technical equipment and mostly attacked in squadrons and brigades. They were rarely seen even in fully-organized regiments. They simply could not stop the leading army from moving forward, and even had basically no impact on the speed of advancement.

On the other side, Kulbalov, who was speeding up his journey south, also sent a similar message, saying that the Japanese troops encountered along the way were basically defeated at the first touch, or they were too small to be an enemy at all. Unable to even temporarily stop the advance of Kurbalov's division, they were crushed in the advance of the billowing torrent of steel. 6⃞ 9⃞ s⃞ h⃞ u⃞ x⃞ .⃞ c⃞ o⃞ m⃞

This situation is basically in line with Malashenko's previous judgment.

The Kwantung Army was defeated so quickly that the large corps had no time to retreat and reorganize. The Kwantung Army, which could not even run faster than the Red Army tanks, now had no available troops. It can only be done to collect a small number of defeated troops, then sort them out and throw them out casually, which has no practical effect.

This further led to the phenomenon that the deeper you go into the hinterland of enemy-occupied areas, the worse the Japanese troops you encounter will become, and the more difficult it will be for them to survive.

There is no other reason. The Japanese troops that can fight have either been wiped out or are being wiped out. The old devil Yamada Otsuzo is now almost a polished commander if not a polished commander.

No matter how many troops there are on the books, there are actually no troops to adjust at the battlefield level, and nothing can be done except drawing the shrinking contact line on the map. So what is he but a bare commander?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the turning point was probably the battle that annihilated the Second Division. Malashenko looked through the telescope at the Shenyang City wall that was already close in front of him and sighed more and more. It was really more difficult to deal with the Japanese devils than It was too easy to fight Nazis before.

"It only took a day and a half to arrive at Shenyang City, half a day earlier than we expected. The actual converted mileage is about 350 kilometers. The troop situation is acceptable, and the heavy equipment readiness rate can currently be maintained at about 70% , follow-up troops are arriving, and it is expected to return to a more complete division-level combat effectiveness within one day."

During this period, there were various detours and off-road terrain, and the terrain was undulating, and there was a heavy downpour halfway through the road that came and went quickly. The actual mileage of 350 kilometers was considered good by Malashenko.

Thanks to the good terrain in the Northeast, the vast plains stretch as far as the eye can see, making it easy for tank troops to run.

Malashenko, who was quite satisfied with the result of the fully mechanized march that took one and a half days to deliver the vanguard to the city of Shenyang, immediately put down his binoculars and replied to the political commissar next to him.

"Look at this place. If the Japanese really persist in resisting to the end, we will have to capture the city gates and walls first, and then enter the city to fight house-to-house and street-to-street with the Japanese army."

"But the civilian casualties would be too high. Reports from superiors show that the city is almost full of refugees, and I don't think these militarist fanatics will be kind enough to distribute food to civilians."

"The situation of the civilians in the city is worrying now. Judging from the fact that the city gates are closed, I guess the Japanese have already imposed martial law and blockade. It is impossible for the civilians to escape on their own. This is exactly what I care about most."

"Are you worried that the Japanese army will go crazy and attack civilians?"

Being touched by the words of Comrade Political Commissar, Malashenko nodded without concealment, then turned around and walked with Comrade Political Commissar while talking.

"These humanoid beasts are so driven that they can do anything. They don't even regard themselves as human beings."

"There are not many Japanese troops currently defending the city. Counting the puppet troops, there are only a little over 10,000 people in total. Most of them are second- and third-line garrison troops and security forces, not front-line field troops."

"So this battle is not the same as the one we fought in Berlin. For such a small Japanese force, it is not worth sacrificing the lives of too many civilians in the invaded country at the last moment of victory."

"My idea is to allow the Japanese troops to surrender as much as possible, at least to allow the remaining part of them to surrender voluntarily after part of them are wiped out, and to reduce fighting as much as possible, especially street fighting in the city where heavy firepower is used."

It is easier said than done. Comrade Comrade Political Commissar knew that it would not be easy to implement Malashenko's plan, so he spoke quickly after thinking for a moment.

"But have you ever thought about what if the Japanese army notices that we are trying to avoid civilian casualties once the battle starts, and then uses this to blackmail us? It will even be counterproductive, and they will even take the initiative to attack civilians. To restrain us."

"Hmph, how dare these bastards! I have plenty of ways to cure them."

Malashenko, who had already thought of a countermeasure, was actually not very willing to do so, but sometimes it was impossible to deal with some beasts who had nothing to do with people without adopting some unconventional means.

"Haven't the numbers of the Japanese troops in the city been determined? According to the previous prisoners' confessions, most of them were recruited from the local Japanese who had colonized. To put it bluntly, they were newly formed young troops. This is exactly what we can use a little bit.”

"Most of the family members of these Japanese soldiers are local, and many of them are already within our control area. Use artillery shells to send leaflets into the city, telling the Japanese in the city that their whole families are in our hands and waiting for them. Go home and reunite, persuade them to put down their weapons and surrender, and let them understand the situation.”

"I don't know and don't care what orders their commander gave them. I just need to let them know what the consequences of their actions may be. That's enough. These newly formed strong men who were captured as soldiers , neither their fighting will nor their morale is high. As long as their grassroots level is shaken on a large scale, it will be much easier for us to handle it next.”

The leader army has never done this kind of reverse threat to the enemy, not even a hint of threat.

Comrade Political Commissar, who knew that this was indeed not a solution worth advocating, remained silent. After thinking for a moment, he looked back at the city wall behind him. Comrade Comrade Political Commissar, who could not think of any better way to deal with this brutal enemy, could only nod in response.

"Okay, let's just call it a deterrent lie."