Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Chapter 213 Let the little devil see what it means to be a real elite

  Xinxiang Airport, in front of the ammunition depot.

Ground staff Nobusada Ohira was pushing a cart. He carefully took out the aerial bombs and machine gun bullets and put them on the cart.

This is not a good job. If you don't follow the rules, your life may be in danger. What's more, those pilots have a hard time talking and would embarrass themselves every time before departure.

While he was working diligently, he was suddenly awakened by a noise.

This honest man finally couldn't hold back his inner anger, lowered his head and began to curse in a low voice. Almost all the ground crew did not like those arrogant Army aviation pilots.

When he raised his head to look for the source of the sound, four planes he had never seen before passed over the airport at a very low altitude.

“Baga! Don’t you need time to prepare and reload the ammunition? Why did you come back so fast?”

“Is this a new aircraft from the Kwantung Army? It looks very advanced. I wonder if I will have a chance to get in close contact with them soon.”

As soon as he finished speaking, planes one after another screamed and passed by them at low altitude.

 A sharp-eyed ground handler finally noticed the difference. He stood up and pointed at the wing and reminded loudly: "Look! That's not our plane! There is no aircraft emblem!"

At the same time, the piercing sound of air defense sirens rang through the sky.

On the way to Xinxiang, Captain Wang Hai was still worried about whether he would encounter a group of Japanese army aircraft flying in the sky. After all, the Kong First Division was delayed on the road, giving the enemy ample preparation time.

 Mainly because they had an unexpected gain and discovered the enemy's cavalry brigade.

 In a sense, this unit poses a greater threat to the defenders of Zhongtiao Mountain and must be dealt with first, otherwise there will be endless trouble.

 But it turned out that all worries were unnecessary.

　　When the huge airport appeared in front of everyone, all the pilots were shocked because not a single Japanese plane taking off to intercept was seen in the sky above Xinxiang.

 When the attack was about to begin, the radio silence was lifted, and the communication channel was immediately filled with everyone's surprised voices.

“Captain, what’s going on? Not only are there not a single enemy plane, but the air defense siren was sounded just now? Didn’t those dive bombers return?”

Wang Hai was also a little confused. He had already been prepared for the battle. Did he think that the next step would be a hard battle.

 But I never expected that Xinxiang Airport was completely unprepared.

This is mainly because the Japanese did not expect that the Republic of China actually had an air force. They were not even equipped with anti-aircraft guns. The so-called garrison troops are only defending against guerrillas.

 As for those who are alone? They knew full well that the enemy planes would not abandon Xinxiang Airport and would have already taken a detour to land elsewhere.

"All crews! Attack freely! Keep at least one-third of the bullets in the aircraft machine guns, and retreat in ten minutes!"

Following Captain Wang Hai's order, the entire formation began to attack in groups of four, and tongues of flame spurted out from under the wings of the fighter jets.

  Ammunition depots, oil storage areas and all active Japanese targets were targets. Under the rain of bullets of various calibers, the entire airport was like a purgatory on earth.

There were several Type 97 fighter jets parked neatly in the hangar. Dozens of Japs rushed out of the dormitory without fear of death, hoping to fly the fighter jets to take off to meet the enemy.

 But they received special care from Wang Tianbao, and all the remaining Western artillery bullets were given to these brainwashed enemies.

 After a while, the entire road was covered with red debris and full of broken limbs.

The soldiers of the 1st Air Division were so powerful that they completely destroyed the Xinxiang Airport in just five minutes.

 Due to the explosion in the oil storage area and ammunition depot, not only was there a raging fire, but even the runway and some unimportant buildings were destroyed.

 After the battle, Captain Wang Hai looked at the scene and shook his head with some dissatisfaction.

“It would be great if we could have Mosquito B or Lancaster. Compared with tactical/strategic bombers, the ground attack capabilities of fighter jets are still not worth mentioning.”

“All crews, retreat! We don’t have enough fuel and ammunition anymore!”

“Target, base area in southeastern Shanxi.”

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  On the evening of May 7, 1941, the Second Theater Command of Ji County, Jin Province.

Although it was already dinner time, the war conference room was still a busy scene, and no one left their post.

  Staff officers, big and small, were running around the room, racing against time to sort out the intelligence coming back from the front.

Since strengthening its counter-intelligence capabilities, the Jin clique's intelligence network is no weaker than any organization.

 Yan Laoxi knew about the Japanese troop mobilization. After all, there was a lot of noise about the joint operations of the North China Front Army and the Kwantung Army, and it was impossible to hide it from others.

It’s just that his think tank didn’t expect that on the surface the Japanese army was going to cross the Yellow River to the west to attack Baili Qinchuan, but in fact they were attacking from the east and west, preparing to eat the preserved fruit troops in Zhongtiao Mountain.

Even if the two sides are hostile, Yan Laoxi has to admit that Okamura Neji's move is powerful enough and he has deceived almost everyone.

Although the preserved fruit troops have been guarding the Zhongtiao Mountain defense line for more than three years, they have even repelled thirteen enemy attacks.

 But he was still not optimistic about the current situation and felt that the defenders were in danger. After all, the Japanese were so fierce that they dispatched six divisions.

However, this battle also gave Yan Laoxi a sense of crisis. Without the 200,000 preserved fruit troops, the entire Shanxi province would have changed drastically.

By then, it will be difficult for the Eighth Route Army alone to withstand the four divisions of the First Army with full firepower.

 This means that once the Japanese successfully capture Zhongtiao Mountain, they will have to surrender even if they don’t want to. Who knows whether their policies will change.

Perhaps after surrendering, he can take back Taiyuan, which he has longed for, but it was a charity given to him in his childhood. And it means that he will become the puppet of others, which is not the future he wants.

While Yan Laoxi was thinking hard, a staff officer hurried into the combat conference room holding a telegram. He looked so anxious that he even forgot the military salute.

“President, there is an urgent call from the southwest capital!”

As soon as he finished speaking, his superior took the telegram away and began to read it. During this process, Yan Laoxi looked sad, as if he had encountered some difficulties.

“If I had known today, why bother? If the bald man had not put the commander of the First Theater District under house arrest and had not transferred the Fourth Army, Zhongtiao Mountain would not be in the passive situation it is now.”

 “Ask me to send troops? I want to help too! But I only have 50,000 people!”

“What can this small amount of troops do? It’s not enough for Yoshio Iwamatsu to fill his teeth. What can I use to support him?”

 After venting his feelings of powerlessness, Yan Laoxi walked to the strategic situation map and began to think about ways to break the situation.

 In the past, he was dancing on three eggs, and he couldn't break any of them. But now an egg is about to be crushed, an egg has an unclear attitude towards itself, and an egg is almost about to abandon itself.

Recalling that during the last negotiation, Huagu kept talking about the situation and acted as if no one else was around, Yan Laoxi made a complete decision. He wanted to create a future for the Jin Dynasty.

However, in principle, we still have to drive away the tiger and devour the wolf. After all, our financial resources are too small, and if we rush to send troops, we may lose everything.

But at this moment, two more staff officers ran in, and they brought different choices to Yan Laoxi.

 “Report to the President! Good news from the front line!”

“According to the news from the defenders at Zhongtiao Mountain, the Eighth Route Army Air Force used more than 300 fighter jets to defeat the Japanese army aviation across the board, and also destroyed two airports in Jincheng and Xinxiang.”

“Now the enemy has lost air control over the eastern, western, and northeastern fronts of Zhongtiao Mountain. Except for the main battlefield on the western front, all units have stabilized their positions.”

After listening to the report, Yan Laoxi took a breath of cold air. You guys, why haven't we seen the Air Force in a few months? This development must be too fast.

 As a person who has served in the Air Force, he naturally knows how difficult it is. Not to mention anything else, planes and fuel alone can stump 90% of the forces.

 After reading the first piece of information, the staff officer read out the second piece of information directly.

“President, the Japanese have sent a messenger to inform us to take over some counties in the province. Please see how this matter is handled.”

This news was somewhat unexpected. Yan Laoxi thought that Yoshio Iwamatsu had completely given up on the idea of ​​making peace with him.

However, after careful inspection, he found that the geographical location of these counties was not very good. Either it borders northwest Shanxi, or it is close to the Eighth Route Army's base area in southeastern Shanxi.

 The enemy's idea is very simple, and it is nothing more than to use these awkwardly located occupied areas to bribe themselves.

 Now the First Army has mobilized a large number of troops, and the entire province relies on two independent mixed brigades to look after the affairs. Once the Eighth Route Army starts causing trouble in the rear, they will definitely not be able to hold on.

After taking over these counties, both the Central Army and the Eighth Route Army will be suspicious of the Jinsui Army.

What’s more, the final ownership of these territories does not depend on the Japanese. If you don't become a dog for the Japanese, you will still vomit it out no matter how much you eat.

Seeing the hesitation of his own officials, the staff officer on the side suddenly became anxious: "President, do you think we should accept these counties or not?"

"Take it! Why not take it! There is no reason not to eat the meat that is brought to your mouth."

Yan Laoxi became extremely angry when he thought of the humiliation that day.

"Pass my order! While taking over the county seat, the troops must be ready for battle. If the Japanese want to ask, just say that we must guard against the Eighth Route Army!"

“In the eyes of outsiders, our relationship isn’t that good anyway.”

“Let your men keep an eye on them! Once the Japanese show signs of weakness! We will attack immediately! I, Yan Baichuan! Not only do I want revenge! I also want to avenge previous humiliation!”

 After everyone left, Yan Laoxi clenched his fists.

 The situation in North China is now in chaos, and this is the only chance to regain lost ground. If you don't grasp it, you probably won't be able to touch Shanxi in the future.

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 For this battle of Zhongtiao Mountain, the deputy commander-in-chief made a lot of arrangements.

 On the one hand, it was naturally a sabotage operation. The enemy not only deployed six divisions, but also many armored units. If such a unit cannot keep up with supplies, its combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

In the deputy commander-in-chief's plan, he planned to use the basic regiments, militia and the masses to destroy the Baijin Line, Zhengtai Line, Tongpu Line, Pinghan Line and Pingsui Line.

Since the deputy commander-in-chief was preparing to launch a major operation in Shanxi Province before the Japanese launched a massive attack on Zhongtiao Mountain, there was no difficulty in personnel dispatch.

In addition, the attack operation is actually a scaled-down version of the Hundred Regiment War. It can be said that the comrades are all familiar with it.

On the other hand, it is natural to send the main force to support the defenders of Zhongtiao Mountain. Such a military operation is much more difficult than attacking from the rear.

 Things that we can think of, Okamura Neji and Iwamatsu Yoshio can certainly think of.

The 36th Division and the 37th Division, in addition to attacking the western front of Zhongtiao Mountain, also had the purpose of strictly guarding the Eighth Route Army's southward support.

Once an unexpected situation occurs, these two divisions may stop the attack at any time and cooperate with the 41st Division on the east side to eat up any troops that come to support.

Considering the difficulty of the upcoming battle, the deputy commander-in-chief could only wait until the troops were assembled before issuing the order to attack.

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 Let us shift our perspective to southeastern Shanxi, the Eighth Route Army’s airborne troop training base.

“Commander! When will our First Marine Regiment be dispatched? Aren’t the transport planes and gliders parked at the base? When will it be our turn?”

"Is it possible that we are letting people eat meat while our troops directly under the headquarters stand aside stupidly? Half of the 129th Division has been dispatched. Doesn't this make our brother troops laugh at us?"

"What are you afraid of? Why don't you dare to fight with the deputy commander-in-chief?"

Looking at the anxious monk and Duan Peng, Li Yunlong put down the book in his hand and spread his hands helplessly towards the two of them.

Even though he was anxious, after all, the 1st Marine Regiment had the best resources in the entire army, so it would be unjustifiable if they didn't achieve some results. However, parachute operations require a lot of intelligence support, and launching them hastily will be in vain.

"What are you doing? Everyone's eyes are as wide as eggs. Why are you staring at me? You are unorganized and undisciplined!"

"I know you are in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry. The superiors must have their own considerations, and good steel must be used on the blade. It's not good for the comrades to hear that you two are complaining like this."

“I can understand your emotions, but if it doesn’t work, you can find a place where no one is around and bang your head against the wall.”

 At this moment, the phone in the base rang.

 

 “Li Yunlong! You must be swearing again”

The words haven’t been finished yet. The brigade commander on the other end suddenly remembered something. My beloved general is no longer the **** he was before, and now he can barely be regarded as a good boy who loves to learn.

 After the two sides were silent for a few seconds, Li Yunlong lowered his head and said tentatively: "Who the **** is snitching on me?"

"Hahaha! Okay, don't talk nonsense with me here. You can start making preparations before departure. The deputy commander is formulating your regiment's attack plan."

“Listen up, kid! Even though you have gone out to work alone, as long as you fight well, my face will be bright!”

 “Be careful! I wish you success!”

Li Yunlong was deeply moved by the concerned tone on the other end of the phone. He adjusted his mood and replied loudly: "Brigadier! Just watch it! I will lead my regiment! Let the little devil see what a real elite is!"

I wish you all a happy May Day holiday!

 (End of this chapter)