Bright Sword: Starting from the Improved Grenade

Outer Mongolia, Hushu Sumu area.

"Quick, build a defense line. Put two machine guns there and there!"

On a plain, Li Yunlong kept commanding the motorized infantry brigade: "Tank Regiment, First Company, Second Company, block those two gaps!"

"Engineer Company, build the sentry tower immediately!"

Li Yunlong put his hands on his hips, looked at the busy soldiers of the motorized infantry brigade, and gave instructions again.

"Remember, our mission is to ensure the smooth passage of the Baotou Front Army. Anyone who prevents the troops from crossing the border will be shot!"

"Wait a minute, Lao Li!"

Zhao Gang held Li Yunlong and said, "Should we slow down a bit and find someone from the Mongolian border guards? Will this direct approach cause a diplomatic dispute?"

"What are you delaying?"

Li Yunlong's face changed: "The commander knows what kind of temper I, Li Yunlong, have. He sent me to lead the way and ensure the smooth passage of the troops, just to let me cut the Gordian knot!"

"But....."

"Don't worry, once I have arranged the defense line, the Mongolian border guards will naturally come over. Then I will let you negotiate!"

Looking at Li Yunlong who turned and left, Zhao Gang smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Soon under the command of Li Yunlong, a 15-kilometer defense line was successfully established.

"The communicator sent a telegram to the commander. The road ahead has been cleared and the large force can pass through!"

"Yes."

On the other hand, a large number of troops suddenly appeared in the Hushu Sumu area and set up a long cordon without saying a word, which made the herdsmen living in this area very frightened.

You know, it hasn’t been long since the last Battle of Nomonhan!

"Mutunzaha, go inform Captain Maidumu."

The herdsman Zatmaha lay on the ground and looked at the uniforms of the soldiers in front of him: "There are strange troops crossing the border. They should not be Japanese, but Chinese troops!"

"it is good!"

Mutunzaha nodded and carefully crawled to the back.

After Mutunzaha ran away, Zatmaha took a deep breath, stood up, and walked towards the army not far away.

"Report to the political commissar, we have captured a herdsman!"

A soldier came up to Zhao Gang and said.

"Herds?"

Zhao Gang thought for a moment and asked, "Have you informed the brigade commander?"

"The brigade commander went to the east to inspect and didn't have time to notify us!"

"Got it, bring the person over here!"

"Yes."

Soon Zatmaha was brought over by soldiers.

Zhao Gang took a look at the Mongolian man in front of him, who was dressed and looked similar to the people in Inner Mongolia, and asked, "My fellow countryman, what can I do for you?"

Zatmaha: "(￣o￣) Ah ba, ah ba, ah ba!"

Zhao Gang was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and ordered the guard, "Xiao Li, go call Xiao Ji over."

"Yes, Commissar!"

After a while, a young man with a high nose bridge and deep eye sockets, carrying a semi-automatic rifle, ran over quickly.

"Political Commissar, you called me!"

"You translate it."

Zhao Gang pointed at the herdsman in front of him and said, "Ask him what his purpose is in coming here?"

Hearing this, Xiaoji glanced at the herdsman and asked in Mongolian: "What are you doing here?"

"Who are you?"

Zatmaha asked tentatively: "What are you doing here? This is the grassland of our Khalkha tribe. Outsiders are not allowed to enter here!"

"We are the Eighth Route Army."

Xiaoji smiled and responded: "You don't have to be afraid, we are a team of ordinary people, we are just passing through to fight the Japanese."

"Japanese?"

Zatmaha thought for a moment and asked, "You are a Mongolian, why are you helping the Han people fight?"

"Help the Han people fight?"

Xiaoji scratched his head: "The Han people gave me land and cattle and sheep. I am protecting my land and fighting for myself!"

"Divide the land, the cattle and the sheep?"

Zatmaha was a little bit unconvinced, after all, they had established the Mongolian People’s Republic!

Listen to the "People's Republic", the people!!

As a result, he is still herding sheep for the landlord, but compared to before, the landlords now will not beat them to death at will.

"Anyway, I hope you can leave as soon as possible!"

"Don't worry, we will be out of here in two days at most!"

After saying this, Xiao Ji turned to Zhao Gang and said, "Political Commissar, this man should be a herdsman guarding the border, and he came here to gather intelligence."

"I've already made it clear to him that we're just passing through here to fight the Japs, and we'll be leaving in two days!"

"Well, help me translate it!"

Zhao Gang nodded and looked at Zatmaha gently: "It is our fault that we caused you to panic, fellow villager. We will leave as soon as possible, please rest assured!"

Xiaoji translated Zhao Gang's words into Mongolian.

Zatmaha nodded and said, "I hope you can keep your word!"

Then Zhao Gang asked someone to bring three pounds of flour to Zatmaha, and then asked Xiaoji to send the person away.

He was also told not to let the herdsmen gather in large numbers on the cordon line as this could easily lead to misunderstandings!

After Xiaoji sent Zatmaha to where he raised sheep, he left decisively.

After Xiaoji left, Zatmaha stared at the white flour in his hand in a daze.

"Uncle Zatma, Uncle Zatma!"

Suddenly, a series of shouts called Zatmaha out of his thoughts.

I saw Mutunzaha, who had just left, rushing over with a Mongolian soldier wearing military uniform and holding a pistol on his waist.

"Captain Maidumu, you are here!"

"Ok!"

Captain Maidumu glanced at the cloth bag in Zatmaha's hand and said calmly: "The troops that appeared on the border are the Eighth Route Army. You don't have to worry about it. Just keep the sheep!"

"Um... OK!"

Zatmaha nodded blankly.

"What's that in your hand?"

Captain Maidumu looked at the cloth bag in Zatmaha's hand and couldn't help asking.

"flour!"

Zatmaha still looked at the bag in his hand with suspicion: "An Eighth Route Army officer just gave it to me, saying it was compensation for me!"

"compensate you?"

Although Captain Maidumu was puzzled, he was not prepared to delve into it. He left on horseback after telling the herdsmen here to stay away from the Eighth Route Army.

As for the current Mongolia, the "Agreement on Outline for the Settlement of Outstanding Issues" signed by the Chinese government and the Soviet government in 1924 still stipulates that Outer Mongolia is part of China's territory and China enjoys territorial sovereignty.

Although they later established the Mongolian People's Republic, the Nationalist government had not yet accepted the Yalta Secret Agreement during this period.

So theoretically speaking, China is still the suzerain of Outer Mongolia, and they have no way to deal with the Eighth Route Army's behavior of crossing the border without saying hello.

It’s better to pretend that out of sight, out of mind. If I didn’t see it, then I didn’t cross the border.

With the tacit consent of Mongolia, the Baotou Front Army of the Eighth Route Army quickly passed through the Hushu Sumu area, entered Hulunbuir and began to clear out the Japanese strongholds scattered on the grassland one by one.

At the same time, an old herdsman from Outer Mongolia also began to be curious about what the Eighth Route Army was and why they wanted to distribute land and sheep to the Mongolians!