Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Chapter 135 The joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same

 Next, things developed as expected.

The group of Japanese who came to **** the credit were easily eliminated by the comrades who were ambushing on the battlefield.

 In order to achieve a quick victory, the young people were not even willing to bring a light machine gun. Without command and heavy weapons, no matter how elite the infantry is, they cannot display their strength.

The group responsible for guarding the outside were relatively good, except for a small number of die-hard Japs who ran to support the battlefield. Anyone with a little bit of care could successfully return to Niangziguan Railway Station.

Through the light source of the searchlight, Yamashiro Hisanobu standing on the commanding heights looked at the battlefield ahead with some disbelief.

 Compared to the unexpected defeat, our troops fled on a large scale. He was even more shocked that every attacking Eighth Route Army member wore a gas mask.

As an expert in gas warfare, he has naturally come into contact with gas masks from various countries. It's incredible that San Dezi's goods actually appear on this battlefield now.

So Yamashiro Hisanobu planted a flag in his heart. If he could go back safely this time, he must report this matter to the army's top brass.

Thinking of this, he looked at the adjutant beside him and asked:

“How many people do we have now, and are there any troops nearby that can be reinforced?”

This adjutant had always had a pale face, but as the battle progressed, he began to become more and more impatient.

“Almost all of Pinson Squadron has been destroyed, and we have less than 300 people. But without the bonus of chemical weapons, our combat effectiveness is not as good as Type B infantry.”

"Forty-five minutes ago, we received a telegram from Yangquan. A military train was heading towards Niangziguan. If there are no accidents on the way, they should have arrived."

Just when the adjutant finished saying this, the whistle of the armored train came from the distance.

They looked towards the place where the sound came from and could already see the searchlight on the front of the car. This beam of light that penetrated the smoke of the battlefield seemed to tell the defenders in Niangziguan that reinforcements were coming.

But just when Yamashiro Hisanobu showed a happy smile, violent explosions occurred around the armored train, and the reinforcements disappeared into the sea of ​​fire as soon as they raised their heads.

Comparing the despair of the Japanese, Kong Jie could only say one thing. Human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same. I just think they are very noisy.

When they first arrived at the battlefield at the foot of the mountain, the Independent Regiment knew that there was a railway nearby that had not been destroyed, otherwise the Japanese would not have been able to support them smoothly.

 Although he has great confidence in the friendly forces that break the attack, it is better to control his own life and death in his own hands. Moreover, the Japanese gas bombs gave them a chance to fight.

 Compared with the Fifth Regiment, the regiment is not equipped with many gas masks. So when the gas bombs landed on the battlefield, most of the people who evacuated were soldiers from the independent regiment.

These soldiers who are unable to go to the battlefield for the time being can't just stand in a safe place and amuse themselves, right?

So Kong Jie asked them to bring a heavy amount of yellow explosives to prepare a big gift for the Japanese troops who might come to support them, and also to provide themselves with insurance.

I never expected that there was an unexpected harvest at this moment, and it was also killed such a large number of devils.

 In the temporary command post, Kong Jie took out his pipe pot.

 Now that the overall situation has been decided, it is only a matter of time before the attack mission is completed. And he had just done something big, speeding up this battle that was destined to win.

Even a veteran like him was a little proud and couldn't help but want to take a few puffs of cigarette.

 Seeing the opponent's dog-headed military strategist's appearance, Captain Chen shook his head helplessly.

 “You, Lao Kong, are so awesome, you actually managed to take some time out of your busy schedule to trick the Japanese.”

Kong Jie smiled, hiding his merit and fame.

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 Let us turn our perspective to Taiyuan.

The First Army of the North China Front in Shanxi Province was not peaceful tonight. Shotai Road was attacked across the entire line, leaving all senior leaders without a break. The master of swordsmanship, Yoshio Shinozuka, was woken up by his staff just after he fell asleep.

Because he was afraid that the fifty-six-year-old man would be angry to death on the road, the staff officer who led the way never dared to say what happened. But nothing can be hidden from the first grade of junior high school, but not from the fifteenth grade. After Yoshio Shinozuka walked into the combat conference room, he found that all the staff officers were very busy. Each of them held two sets of small flags in their hands, one representing their own army flag and the other the red flag representing the Eighth Route Army.

At this time, the old devil already had a bad premonition, and he hurriedly ran to the sand table to take a look! Oops! The map is almost filled with red flags.

And not just Shanxi, the whole of North China was reduced to a pot of porridge. And judging from the current situation, it seems that they are being beaten unilaterally.

At this moment, for Yoshio Shinozuka, it seemed as if the sky was about to fall.

 The sight of the old immortal thing went dark, and he suddenly felt like the world was spinning. It was a pity that the staff officer next to him held his arm and prevented the Japanese from falling to the ground.

 After a slight pause for two minutes, the old devil opened his eyes, and there seemed to be two burning flames in his eyes. But at this time, he was surprisingly stable, and his whole person exuded a gloomy aura.

"Everyone here, can anyone tell me! What happened? Have I been isolated by the First Army? It seems that I am the only one in the entire combat conference room who doesn't know the details."

Seeing that the matter could no longer be concealed, a young staff officer walked up to Shinozuka Yoshio with a folder and began to report.

“Your Excellency, Commander, four hours ago, around 20:00, the entire Zhengtai Railway was attacked, and almost no strongholds along the route were spared.”

“Moreover, multiple train derailments occurred simultaneously on the Pinghan Line and Tongpu Line! The entire railway line is currently paralyzed!”

Hearing this, Yoshio Shinozuka angrily pulled out the opponent's katana and slashed it on the table next to him. This old devil lived up to his title of master of swordsmanship. He struck the solid wood with all his strength without breaking the blade.

"What do you people do for a living? In other words, all the railway transportation lines under my rule were destroyed? You didn't notify me immediately!"

"Is there anything else you are hiding from me? Tell me quickly! Do you want me to beg you?"

 After saying these two sentences, the pressure in the war conference room was instantly full. A young staff officer couldn't stand such a high-pressure atmosphere. He stepped forward with the determination to die and replied:

“The Highway Bureau also reported damage to many road sections, and the specific information has not yet been confirmed.”

 After listening to all the reports, Yoshio Shinozuka silently took off his watch, and then glanced at every senior officer of the First Army behind him.

"This is not sabotage or harassment. This is an attack! It is a strategic attack! What do you do with intelligence?"

 “The enemy is operating on such a large scale and yet they are not aware of it!”

“We don’t even know when the enemy has grown to such an extent! Are you all just losers?”

 In fact, it was not just Shinozuka Yoshio who found it unbelievable, everyone present had the same idea. After all, the Eighth Route Army has never been so tough since 1937.

Moreover, launching an offensive on three railway lines at the same time requires a lot of manpower, and such an operation requires very strong organizational power.

 After briefly venting his anger, Yoshio Shinozuka began to issue orders. He said to everyone in the conference room:

"Find out the specific losses as soon as possible, and I want to know when transportation can be resumed! Mobilize all the troops we have! I will not allow the Eighth Route Army to be so arrogant on our territory!"

"Hi!"

 After receiving the order, everyone except the chief of staff left quickly, as if everyone was afraid of being implicated.

“Your Excellency, Commander, many front-line commanders reported an intriguing thing to me. They all said that the Eighth Route Army was equipped with a large number of legal weapons, and even found San Dezi’s gas mask.”

“The only one that can produce magic weapons now is Vichy Gaul Chicken, and that area is under the rule of Sandoku. If you think about it this way, it can also explain why there are gas masks.”

 It is very reasonable that the Japanese could discover that the weapons in the hands of the Eighth Route Army were magic weapons. After all, their army model is based on the Gallic Chicken, and many weapons are also purchased from there.

After hearing the news, Shinozuka Yoshio's eyes showed a dangerous light, and then he waved his hand and said:

"I know about this, and I will report it to the base camp. Don't think too much about it, this is not something we can get involved in."

 (End of this chapter)