Chapter 1720: Thirteen. Icewind Forest (12)

Victor Glebov luckily corrected his luck against the bare tree stump and the map at hand, and behind him stood a group of raven-like and noisy company commanders, and a little further away a group of soldiers were firing to dry their bodies full of muddy water. Army coat.
The infantry battalion led by Major Glebov was in trouble after crossing the border. Soon after crossing the border, the vanguard found that mines were buried on the road. The major immediately applied to send engineers to mine clearance, but the response was that several infantry battalions reported that they had found mines, and everyone was waiting for mine clearance.
The major was almost disappointed when he heard the news. Where did those Laplanders get so many mines? Can they harvest mines from the farmland? Or do foreign arms dealers move their warehouses directly to Lapland?
In desperation, the major can only let a few scout scouts with a little demining training try to explore the area of ​​the minefield, while waiting for the engineers sent by the regiment to support.
As a result, this investigation almost made Glebov stunned.
The so-called "minefield" is actually a fake minefield that uses empty cans, boulders, and other things that look like mines to be buried in the soil, and then deliberately leave flaws for people to discover, so as to delay the enemy's action.
Major Glebov was very angry and was very eager to order an urgent march through this fake minefield to make up for the lost time. However, as a senior officer, he could finally restrain his impulse. In the past, when fighting with Charlemagne Experience also reminded him of a possibility. So he ordered to continue the demining operation and at the same time report his findings to the superior.
The major’s patience paid off. The regiment’s reply and the scout’s new report were sent to him almost at the same time. His most worried situation became a reality-the minefields were actually real, real mines, fake mines, The mixing of strange thunders increases the difficulty of mine clearance.
This is not a new and original creation of Lapland. In the past, the Principality had used similar tactics in the war with Charlemagne, and this tactic was an advisor from the consortium. Now the military advisers of the empire apparently reapplied, and handed over this tactic to Lapland for them to use against the Duchy. As a result, some commanders who did not know the depths made a move on the spot. After losing a bunch of engineers and infantry, they could only stay in place and slowly clear the mines.
The correct prediction did not make Major Glebov feel better. Now he has to choose whether to bypass the road full of landmines, go through the forest, or stay in place to mine slowly?
Crossing the forest will not only make a long way, but also easy to get lost. What is more troublesome is not knowing if there will be a minefield or other traps in the forest. It may be safer to leave the mine in place, but it is also a waste of time, and a large number of people are easily ambushed when they are stuck on the road.
Finally, the major applied to the regiment for support from the magician sergeant, using a large area of ​​flame to burn the location of the suspected minefield and using high temperature to detonate the mine. Only then did a safe passage be opened, and the 355 infantry battalion, which had been delayed for five hours, traversed the road roasted into a muddy pond by fire, and embarked on a journey forward.
Although the obstruction of landmines cast a shadow on the soldiers of the Principality, the battalion did not suffer any loss of personnel, and the morale remained high relative to the brothers. They are eager to find the Laplanders and give these who will only set vile traps a lifetime lesson. But soon, their attention shifted to new troubles.
That is... they got lost.
For the warring parties, given that many combat plans are based on the information on the map, the importance of an accurate and accurate map is self-evident. But the Principality Army just lacked intelligence support in this regard, so that many of the obtained geographic information contained errors, or it would be outdated. It often happens that the place marked with a forest on the map is actually a flat river, and the marked road is often in other places, or it is simply a deserted old road. Facing this kind of map that is no different from rubbish, no matter how good the commander is, only Tian Tian sighs.
The destruction of the Lapland retreat exacerbated the chaos of the Duchy. In addition to laying mines and destroying roads, the Laplanders also took the road signs while retreating, or deliberately pointed the road signs in the wrong direction. As a result, the Principality Army lost its way, and even several infantry battalions were crowded at a crossroads. A group of battalion commanders argued around the map and signposts, trying to figure out where they were and in what direction they should go.
The chaos and stagnation of the pioneer troops quickly spread to all the advancing troops. In order to keep up with the progress of the advancing infantry and artillery, the supply convoys were all fighting for the road to catch up with the leading troops. As a result, all roads were blocked.
Even if the lead troops sorted out their clues, found the path they should take, and restarted their march. I am afraid that the supply and follow-up forces will not be expected for a while. It is not a wise move to force march and attack Lapland’s defense line in this state, but the big guys above will not care about "a little obstruction", they only care about whether the timetable is strictly implemented, and whether the target on the map has been occupied.
"What battle is it fighting!"
Sergeant Antonov spit, the evil fire filled with nowhere to vent, and several times the sergeant wanted to kick the box in front of him and the soldiers with innocent supply units. Finally, the sergeant restrained his emotions and waved his hand to let the supply unit leave with the car barrel oil and cleaning rod.
When the carriage of the supply unit disappeared from sight, the sergeant stomped his feet and raised his breath in the sky.
The sergeant has never been an optimist or a defeatist, but at this moment he is really very uneasy.
It wasn’t the veteran’s instinct that was almost superstitious. It was purely 99% of the experience plus a little bit of sensation — the unsuccessful start and the problems after the march started cast an unlucky haze on the sergeant’s mind.
The closest distance from the border to the Lapland Army’s fortification defense zone is only 25 kilometers. In peacetime, an infantry battalion can only be reached by a day’s forced march, and even the time to unload equipment and soldiers by train is included. Strangling is just three hours. But now the four infantry divisions have been walking for almost a day, only to walk out of the poor fifteen kilometers...
The unsuccessful march plan is barely within acceptable limits, giving the Lapland people a full day to prepare, which may cause some impact or even trouble, but the gap in human resources and equipment quantity and performance is impossible Make up for one day. In the face of the mighty offensive of the Duchy, the resistance of Lapland will eventually be crushed, just like the walnut smashed by the hammer.
But there is a premise here, that logistics must be strong.
There are cannons in the sky but no shells, and the soldiers are full of blood but unable to fill their stomachs-even if the of war reincarnates, if you want to command such a force to win, you can only pray for the miracle of the goddess.
However, the Principality Army is experiencing embarrassment and pain in the chaotic logistics.
The chaos of the logistics system comes from external factors, such as road congestion, muddy, etc., as well as its own internal factors, such as irrational organizational structure, bureaucracy, insufficient professional quality of personnel, chaotic management, and incomplete execution of program operations. When the internal and external factors are combined with each other, the entire system suddenly becomes a mass. If there is still a group of grass-roots teams that are good enough and have a sufficient sense of responsibility, the Principality's logistics system is likely to completely collapse on the first day of war.
However, even if the grassroots level is used excessively, the upper-level system, especially the departments that issue orders and transmit orders, will still cause serious problems.
The most common is to make mistakes about the number of troops and the type and quantity of supplies. Such mistakes account for 75% of the total complaints. For example, Sergeant Antonov was supposed to get rifle gun oil, but the replenishment unit sent the barrel oil that should be given to the artillery behind. Another example is that an artillery unit applied for a shell, and the result was a box of "water of life"... of course, the artillery will never return.
This is a relatively obvious problem. The more subtle and more serious problem comes from the newly distributed firearms. Based on the goal of convenient logistics management, the designers tried to realize the family and universalization of infantry weapons-mainly firearms. Machine guns, submachine guns, rifles, aviation machine guns, vehicle-mounted machine guns, etc. ~EbookFREE.me~ All guns except pistols have a uniform caliber of 6.5㎜ caliber, and some parts are also designed to be interchangeable on different firearms. Their original intention was good, and they were impeccable in terms of design details and paper performance, but as soon as they stepped into the army from the drawings and the testing ground, it became a disaster.
Let me not talk about the problem that the quality of firearms has been criticized because of the lack of processing technology. The most frustrating and frustrating of the first-line soldiers is that they are all 6.5㎜ caliber, so they often confuse machine guns with rifle bullets. If the machine gun even received a rifle, the hit rate was terrible, but it could be fired normally. If the machine gunner’s "water of life" ration is enough, the faith is firm enough, and the hit rate can be improved to a certain extent. But if the rifle player gets the machine gun ammunition, he can only look at the machine gun ammunition that is obviously longer than the rifle ammunition.
Soldiers who encounter this kind of misfortune always complain about why the genius designer masters do not unify machine guns and rifle cartridges into one specification, so that even if the bullets are distributed incorrectly, it will not affect the war. Fortunately, they are just grassroots soldiers. Such complaints will not be heard by the designers. Otherwise, those guys with big brains will definitely start to turn their ideas into reality. By that time, soldiers of the Duchy will be fortunate to experience the sourness of an old Japanese Army soldier using a Taisho 11-year light machine gun (ie, "crooked handle").
The sergeant's brain hurts at the thought of having to rely on such a chaotic logistics system in the future.
The sergeant should be thankful that he is not the only one who has a headache. The entire front line has headaches. The most troublesome is Admiral Yakovlev, the commander of the Seventh Army. Faced with a severely sealed enquiry and complaints, complaints, and requests from various troops, the generals will not only have headaches, but the nerves and muscles all over the body will be twisted into rotten rags.