Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

 Chapter 144 A great harvest! A major general and a colonel!

  At 23:00 on August 20, 1940, the new regiment ambush position.

　　Although it is already late at night, the soldiers in the whole regiment are still in high spirits, and their concentration is not affected at all by staying up late.

In order not to expose their target, all the soldiers in the regiment had to make do with cooking pancakes and pickles tonight. After all, no matter how powerful the cook was, he couldn't make anything delicious without firing.

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the Jingxing Coal Mine in the southwest, and the earthquake was felt even in the mountains several miles away. After a few more minutes, the raging fire turned half of the sky red, and black smoke even drifted to their position.

The battalion commander who was having a midnight snack choked on the pungent sour smell and felt a little uncomfortable. He mechanically stuffed the cooking cake into his mouth while looking into the distance in shock.

“My dear, why is this movement so loud? I thought it was an earth dragon turning over.”

“Commander Yang is still so powerful. Once he personally directs the battle, any task will be as simple as chopping melons and vegetables.”

Logically speaking, as a member of this raid, Ding Wei should be very happy after learning that the friendly forces had achieved a staged victory in the Jingxing Coal Mine.

 But at this moment, he frowned and looked to the southwest, as if an enemy would appear there at any time.

“Notify all battalions to prepare for battle. The enemy’s reinforcements are expected to be coming soon.”

 After receiving the order, the correspondents immediately rushed around the standby position.

After a while, the phone in Ding Wei's hand suddenly rang. The new regiment was only assigned two new communicators. In order to obtain the enemy's dynamics in time, he gave the other one to the reconnaissance platoon.

“Captain, a big fish has appeared. There are at least a thousand people in this group of devils. They even pulled out trucks and three-legged traps. This time our group can have a good meal.”

Before the other party finished speaking, Ding Wei raised the telescope in his hand and looked at the end of the road in the distance.

In order not to arouse the suspicion of the Japanese, the new regiment knocked down all the street lights in advance.

 Because of the distance and the color of the sky, even with the blessing of a telescope, it is not very clear.

However, he still vaguely saw several lights gradually appearing on the mountain road. It has been three years since we fought with the Japanese, and everyone knows that the odd-numbered headlights represent sidecar motorcycles.

After observing carefully for a while, Ding Wei showed an imperceptible smile.

 Normally, each sidecar motorcycle will carry three Japanese soldiers, and their division of labor is very clear.

 One Japanese is responsible for driving, and one Japanese is responsible for observing. There is also a Japanese soldier in the truck with a crooked machine gun, which is their focus of firepower.

 Under normal circumstances, when these road-opening vehicles pass through a corner or face an area suitable for an ambush, they will sweep up a bomb bucket regardless of the situation.

 Even some old Japanese who are too steady will let soldiers shoot at targets such as haystacks, with the main goal of "be careful".

  After all, the Japs carry a lot of ammunition. As long as there is a harvest out of ten times, it is a **** profit, which is much less than the cost of training a qualified soldier.

Ding Wei laughed because the enemy did not shoot randomly at both sides of the road this time, and they did not even arrange for the soldiers who were on guard on the roadside like before.

 This means one thing, that is, the situation is very urgent, and the reinforcements of the Japanese army do not bother to investigate the danger at all.

Five minutes later, this group of young people will enter a new ambush section. Under the moonlight, the convoy was moving very fast, seemingly without any concern that the uneven road would cause the vehicle to overturn.

The originally silent valley was filled with the loud sound of engines. From this distance, Ding Wei could already see the infantry squadron following the truck.

 Under the light provided by the torch and flashlight, he could even see the tiredness and chaotic footsteps on Xiao Ri's face.

At this moment, the motorcycle at the front of the Japs hit the mines arranged by the new group.

 It's a pity that the quality of this mine was very average, and it only killed three enemies. However, this also forced the reinforcements of the 8th Independent Mixed Brigade to stop.

 After the convoy stopped, the engineers came to the minefield ahead with mine detectors at the urging of the squad leader.

In order to ensure the accuracy of mine clearing and to minimize the area to be bombed, these Japanese soldiers crouched and even used a crawling method to slide the search wire wheels against the ground.

They maintained a serpentine maneuver in order to clear a minefield passage for one person to move forward. Once this passage was established, the safety zone was gradually expanded to both sides.

Moreover, the engineer team leader of this reinforcement force obviously knew the tactical habits of the Eighth Route Army very well.

This old oil man also sent people to clear mines in the ravines on both sides of the road. This was to prevent soldiers from being driven into preset minefields in search of bunkers when encountering a surprise attack.

 Looking at the landmines that the comrades had worked so hard to lay, each one was marked by the Japanese, a soldier from the 3rd Company of the 1st Battalion reluctantly clenched the FM-24/29 in his hand.

At the moment, life has come to a standstill. The enemies under those torches and flashlights are like living targets. He said to the company commander beside him with some confusion:

“Why haven’t we fought? Are we going to let the enemy clear all our minefields? I feel so sad.”

Facing the questions from his own machine gunner, the third company commander looked at the opponent with some regret.

“Let them sweep. We have plenty of time to play with them today. The regiment received an order to hold back the Japs’ reinforcements. This minefield is a hundred meters long. Let’s see how much time the Japs have.”

 “Everyone, just watch the excitement, there’s nothing to feel bad about a bunch of broken land mines, you guys should be better off.”

This machine gunner is obviously a new recruit, and he has not yet mastered his Qi cultivation skills. He said a little stubbornly:

“Want to watch the excitement? Wouldn’t it be more exciting if I gave them a shot? My new machine gun hasn’t been used against Japanese soldiers yet. I heard it’s a French product.”

 After hearing this, the third company commander looked at the nearby soldiers. Nearly everyone was so excited to fight, as if just a spark could ignite it.

“You guys, all new recruits, please be honest! Those who use new rifles, please relax. New weapons have no safety! Don’t misfire!”

 “No one is allowed to shoot without my order!”

 Facts have proved that there is no problem with Ding Wei's arrangement.

These soldiers led by Mizuhara Yoshishige were blocked by the minefield for more than half an hour. The old devil was so angry that he beat his subordinates several times.

Seeing that the minefield was immediately being dealt with by the Japanese, Ding Wei's eyes flashed and he was ready to give the order to attack. During the demining period, the Japanese almost relaxed their vigilance because they were not attacked.

 If you launch an attack now, you can definitely catch them off guard!

“Fight me! Fight to death! No need to save ammunition for light and heavy machine guns! Let me also use grenade mortars to beat these sons of bitches!”

After hearing the order, the soldiers holding rifles pulled the bolts and loaded the bullets. Shooting at the Japanese with full firepower, all of them are human flesh and semi-automatic.

In an instant, muzzle fireworks filled the sky on the attack position, and an overwhelming rain of bullets shrouded the Japanese.

 The heavy machine gun positions on both sides of the road also showed their fangs.

Six Type 92 heavy machine guns continued to fire at the place where the Japs were concentrated. With the help of elite sub-shooters and ammunition handlers taking turns to reload, the interval between each bullet plate was no more than one second.

At this moment, the cross fire net almost enveloped the whole place, and the familiar sound of the woodpecker in the past has now become a reminder for the young people.

 At the same time, one 82mm mortar and four 60mm mortars opened fire simultaneously.

Since Ding Wei was sure that the Japanese would clear the mines first, the bombardment of Zhu Yuan was planned during the ambush stage. The gunners took the shells one after another and fired a wave of rapid fire with perfect coordination.

 In just one attack, a third of the dozen or so Japanese trucks were blown up on the spot.

The ambush location chosen by Commander Yang is truly unique. At that time, he and the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon personally tested it. There were no suitable bunkers on this section of the valley road.

The small ditch that seemed to be effective could not save the lives of a few Japanese soldiers in the new group of fierce and condescending attacks.

Faced with violent storms and sudden impacts, the Eighth Independent Mixed Brigade could only fight back hastily with the help of car bodies. The disadvantage was that the infantry squadron was closer to the truck, otherwise it would have been beaten into pieces on the way to the transfer. But the Type 97 truck could not protect the Japanese. Most of the steel in the small days was taken away by the Navy. This resulted in very limited resources that the Army could allocate.

Even most tanks are small and fragile, not to mention these trucks made by Isuzu with a load capacity of only 1.5 tons.

Just the bullets that penetrated the wooden carriage body killed many little devils.

Even if a few parts can block rifle bullets, heavy machine guns will teach them how to behave, not to mention the mortar shells that hit them from time to time.

Now the firepower of the new regiment far exceeds that of ordinary core regiments, and can even rival some of the main regiments. After all, this is the result of the dual blessings of Li Yunlong and Huang He.

The days of having to rush forward and engage in hand-to-hand combat with bayonets after a round of firepower were completed will forever remain in the winter of 1939.

Ding Wei looked at the Japanese struggling in the sea of ​​fire, his whole face flushed with excitement. This was the first time he saw the new group with full firepower. He took the chief of staff's arm and shouted loudly:

“It’s so enjoyable! It’s so enjoyable! This is called fighting! After the attack is over, we’ll treat the three heroes of the Dabie Mountains to a drink!”

Only five minutes had passed in the battle, and the reinforcements of the 8th Independent Mixed Brigade were completely overwhelmed. More than a thousand people were distributed in four directions, and the tightly tied pockets made it impossible for the Japanese to escape.

But now there is another variable, that is, there is a major general in this army. Under the command of Mizuhara Yoshige, the Japanese forcibly gathered the strength of a squadron and a half.

One of the Type 92 infantry guns they transferred from the city defense force was broken in the first round of attacks, but even one of them would pose a considerable threat to the new regiment.

Under the firepower of grenade launchers and barrel guns, the Japs rushed towards the tail attack position. The soldiers of these Type B divisions actually briefly displayed the same combat effectiveness as the permanent or Type A divisions.

Xiaozhi's crazy attack made the chief of staff a little frightened, but Ding Wei had a backup plan. He looked disdainfully at the Japanese assault troops who had obviously been injected with needles.

"The enemy's offensive is very fierce, as if they are crazy. It seems that they have received a death order by fighting so hard. The Jingxing Coal Mine is indeed very important to them."

“I want to see who is more powerful compared with the Japs who took medicine to be brave and fearless of death, and our elite veterans!”

 “Commando! Come on!”

Following the order from his regiment leader, dozens of well-built warriors rushed forward with their waists lowered. Each of them was armed with two shell guns and had many offensive grenades inserted into their bodies.

These are the elite of the new group of elites, and each one of them is a warrior who crawled out from the dead.

Facing the desperate struggle of the Japanese soldiers, the commandos threw hundreds of grenades at them. Coupled with a wave of charges from the tail attack troops, the hope of the small life was directly extinguished.

 At the same time, the final stage of the battle officially began.

  On the premise of strong firepower, the new regiment is also very particular about the positioning and layout of the firepower structure. Units at all levels cooperated tacitly, not only suppressing the Japanese, but also not wasting firepower.

Until now, only Mizuhara Yoshigege has organized a counterattack, and the rest of the enemies have been dispersed by machine guns and mortar grenades.

 With superior strength and firepower, plus Commander Yang carefully selected the cemetery for the Japanese, the entire ambush took only forty-five minutes in total.

When Ding Wei and the chief of staff came down from the temporary command post, the soldiers had already surrounded the last dozen enemies. Although it is difficult to capture Japanese prisoners, you still have to try when you have the chance.

 The enemy has not surrendered anyway. If he dares to resist, he will be beaten to death. With so many pairs of eyes watching, unless these people were Deidara, it would be impossible for them to make waves.

When the two first arrived at the scene, three battalion commanders came over excitedly. In order to tell the good news to his regiment commander, the first battalion commander even pulled his own wound.

“Captain! We are really rich this time! Maybe even the brigade commander will come to rob you!”

“Not to mention light and heavy machine guns, we also captured two Type 92 infantry cannons here! The Japanese must have been stupid because they didn’t blow up the cannons.”

“Although one of the guns is broken, the logistics department can repair it! And there are a lot of artillery shells!”

As soon as he finished saying these words, the second battalion commander squeezed him away and then continued to add:

"There is a colonel and a major general over there who are surrounded by us! Even if they cannot be captured, they are still a big fish in the net! Commander, go and have a look."

This is not something that the three battalion commanders are making a fuss about. After all, it is already the commanding frame of a brigade.

 Commanders with the rank of major general, as long as they are not some dried-up idiots, are the top military talents of a country. Not to mention the colonel, he is also the backbone of the army.

What's more, from the beginning of the war to the present, the Eighth Route Army has not killed many people with the rank of major general or above, only eight in total.

　　When Ding Wei walked over, the soldiers immediately made way for him. When the Japs saw their true master coming, they began to communicate in the language of birds.

 After a while, a Japanese translator stood up. This man had an inexplicable arrogance, as if he was surrounded by the Eighth Route Army. He said to Ding Wei in an oyster dialect:

“Our major general has a suggestion. I wonder if you have the courage of a soldier to engage in a one-on-one decisive battle with us.”

"If you don't agree, we have nothing to do. After all, our soldiers in the Republic of China cannot be as good as the samurai in our brother country of Japan."

As if to embolden the translator, the officers behind him drew out their samurai swords given by Tian Locust.

This scene really made Ding Wei laugh. He never expected that these enemies were all dead and he could pull off such a trick. What era are we in now, and we still play medieval duels.

But it seems that there is no chance of capturing him. These **** are good at nothing else, and almost everyone is proficient in suicide. Thinking of this, Ding Wei pointed directly at Mizuhara Yishige and signaled the opponent to come out for a duel.

Although the old devil did not expect that he would be the first to appear, the other party had already given him a chance. He decided to use the sword skills he had been practicing day and night to defend his last dignity.

 After the duel officially started, the old devil tried various steps on his steps, and the samurai sword in his hand almost danced like a flower. But the Eighth Route Army commander on the opposite side remained motionless, holding the big blade as if in a daze.

 More than ten seconds later, Mizuhara Yoshigeage completely lost his patience. He rushed towards Ding Wei, his samurai sword shining sharply in the night.

 At this moment, Ding Wei directly pulled out his shell gun. With everyone's shocked eyes, he fired three shots, beating Mizuhara Yoshito to his core.

The old devil who fell to the ground struggled to take his last breath. He cursed a few words in Japanese tremblingly and then died. At the same time, the translator mustered up the courage to speak out the last words of his major general.

"You **** Eighth Route Army soldier, why did you use a gun? You don't follow martial ethics! This is a sacred duel."

Ding Wei looked at the other party's body and smiled evilly. He blew on the non-existent gunpowder smoke at the muzzle and said the classic sayings he learned from Huang He.

“This move is called American Iai. If you are willing to surrender, maybe you can see this move often in the future.”

"Little devil, I will tell you now what it means to kill people and kill the heart."

The remaining Japanese officers saw that their brigade commander was dead and immediately prepared to fight with their samurai swords. These young people with brain problems all died under the guns of a new group of precise shooters.

It is worth mentioning that the colonel actually sneaked the melon grenade behind his waist, intending to imitate Deidara and explode it. This is art. But facing the soldiers who were on high alert, they were instantly beaten into pieces.

After the battle was completely over, Ding Wei picked up the command swords of Mizuhara Yoshige and the colonel. He glanced around and looked at all the extremely excited warriors.

“Everyone, clean up the battlefield! Rescue the wounded! Don’t be reluctant to use the medical kit. The logistics department will distribute it after you return. Life is the most important!”

“Take all the seizures and take away everything you can! Don’t leave even a bullet for the Japanese! When the time comes, trade weapons for pork!”

 After a short and efficient count, the new regiment suffered 170 casualties this time.

 Among them, 24 were seriously wounded and 47 were killed. In addition, half of the regiment's ammunition reserves were spent, and the support troops of the 8th Independent Mixed Brigade were successfully killed.

 (End of this chapter)