Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Chapter 223 Comrades! Shake people quickly

 At 4:30 pm on May 8th.

 After the battle on the northern front, both Shimizu and Kenkichi Ikegami were waiting for orders from the next stage.

 In the combat conference room, all the staff members were smiling, and some had even begun to dream of completely occupying North China.

 Suddenly, everyone's eyes turned to the door, and a communications soldier came in with a telegram.

“Your Excellency, Major General, Commander Gangcun sent a secret message. He requested the Ninth Independent Mixed Brigade to set off immediately to open a passage to Yuanqu County for the follow-up troops.”

“Chief of Staff Tanabe specifically emphasized that there may be a small group of Republic of China troops with extremely strong combat effectiveness inside Zhongtiao Mountain.”

“He hopes that your troops will pay more attention during the march and try to find the mysterious enemy as much as possible!”

 The contents of the telegram made Kenji Ikegami raise his eyebrows. Both things were unexpected.

 Although the 41st Division and the 9th Independent Mixed Brigade have successfully broken through the enemy's defense lines, both units suffered heavy casualties due to the presence of the Eighth Route Army Air Force.

 According to normal tactics, superiors should first replenish a certain amount of troops, and then use mobility to expand the results.

As for the small group of enemy troops mentioned in the telegram, it is even more puzzling. How can a mixed brigade be responsible for such a trivial matter, and it is not a security war in the occupied area.

 After thinking for a moment, Kenji Ikegami began to doubt himself. He took the telegram from the signal corpsman and tried to discover the meaning of his commander and chief of staff.

“Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, do you have any special opinions on the orders from superiors?”

Qing Shui Ruizhi curled his lips with some disdain. He hated reckless people who didn’t like to use their brains the most.

 Fortunately, the army had just won a battle, and the old Japanese was in a good mood, so he patiently explained it one by one.

“With the intrusion of the Eighth Route Army in this battle, the advancement speed of the northern front was much slower than expected. Presumably the other four fronts also encountered the same problem.”

“Letting you set off immediately is definitely for the subsequent division, encirclement and annihilation plan. Moreover, the size of the brigade is just right, and it also takes into account some concealment while ensuring combat effectiveness.”

"As for that small group of troops, just find them if you can find them. They're just an addition. A few hundred people at most won't make a difference. Is it possible that they can kill you in front of a brigade?"

Someone helped analyze it, and Ikegami Kenji suddenly became enlightened.

This old devil even had an expression of eagerness to try. After all, as long as he successfully completed the tasks assigned by his superiors, he would definitely not lose his share of the credit after the war.

 As a person who has served as a major general brigade commander for three years, he seemed to see hope of promotion.

"Thank you for your advice. I will prepare my troops now and try to set off as soon as possible. Mr. Qingshui, see you in Yuanqu County. Long live our brother-in-law Japan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kenji Ikegami ran towards his headquarters with his family's samurai sword in his arms.

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 Two hours later, between the Shibaping position and Yuanqu County.

  Commander Li stood on the front of a badly damaged truck, surrounded by hundreds of busy soldiers.

 The 1st Marine Regiment and the 21st Marine Regiment were collecting broken troops while looking for opportunities to ambush the enemy. During this period, not only did they kill thousands of Japanese, but they also grew the army from the original 1,600 to the current 2,100.

Judging from the number of people, it is not too much for outsiders to call Lao Li brigade commander. After all, there are only two regiments in a brigade in Guo Preserved's C-level establishment.

“Hurry up and clean up the battlefield! Don’t miss a single bullet! We have no serious source of supplies now, and all battle expenses can only rely on seizures!”

“Take good care of the seriously wounded. We in the Eighth Route Army will not give up any of our comrades! When we get to a safe place, I will allocate part of my troops to send the wounded to the Yellow River ferry!”

Just when Li Yunlong was commanding the troops, a middle-aged man wearing a candied officer's uniform came to him.

There were a lot of blood-soaked bandages on the exposed parts of this man's skin, and he needed the help of the guards around him to even walk. It's hard to imagine the level of pain he was suffering.

Although the middle-aged man has a higher military rank than Li Yunlong, he is an established brigade commander. But when the two met face to face, the other party took the lead in saluting the military salute.

Such behavior is a bit unexpected, because it does not comply with the rules of preserved fruit soldiers.

Since the implementation of the military rank system, it is generally the subordinates who salute to their superiors first, and then the superiors return the salute.

"Hello, I am Gao Jianbai from the 251st Brigade of the 84th Division. I am very grateful to your department for your timely help. Otherwise, my brothers would really have to die in a foreign country."

"I will hand over the command next, I just hope you can treat everyone equally."

 After Gao Guizi ordered the three divisions to alternately cover the retreat, the 84th Division immediately moved to withdraw from the position. Unfortunately, due to the behavior of the 43rd Army next door selling teammates, the Japanese have penetrated into the rear of the defense line.

The 251st Brigade was the worst victim. As soon as it withdrew, it was attacked from behind by a large group of enemies.

 Finally broke through the encirclement and encountered four more Type 97 fighter jets fighting against the autumn wind. Facing the enemy's low-altitude strafing, the soldiers had no ability to resist at all.

 Continuous battles caused Gao Jianbai to lose touch with the division headquarters and the military headquarters, which eventually led to the interruption of communication and complete separation. If he hadn't been lucky enough to encounter a group of marines, the final outcome would have been to be completely annihilated by the Japanese.

 Under the current circumstances, handing over command is definitely the wisest choice. The good reputation of the Eighth Route Army is well known to everyone, and if we act together, we will definitely not be used as cannon fodder.

What's more, there are less than 300 people left in one brigade, half of which are guard troops. If we don't find a big guy to help us, we'll be doomed when we encounter the Japanese troops heading south.

 For people who work cooperatively like this, Li Yunlong will naturally not deliberately make things difficult for them. He immediately returned the gift and said a little embarrassedly:

“Brigadier Gao is so polite! Why should we ask for command authority between friendly forces? We just need to work together.”

"We not only have the Eighth Route Army, but also the Shanxi-Sui Army. We will need you to command when we encounter the Northwest Army in the future. Let's go next."

Suddenly, Li Yunlong stopped talking. He noticed that the other person's raised hand seemed strange. Taking a closer look, the man's right hand was broken at the wrist, and there was no palm.

The wrists covered by the military uniform were all tightly wrapped in white gauze. Red blood seeped from the inside and had already stained the cuffs.

 Lao Li opened and closed his lips twice unconsciously, and his expression was a little confused for a moment. He did not say those polite words anymore, but solemnly extended his left hand, wanting to formally shake hands with the other party to show respect.

Gao Jianbai seemed to be aware of the change in the attitude of the Eighth Route Army in front of him. He put down his right hand that was still saluting the military salute, and hesitantly stretched out his left hand.

Li Yunlong was about to hold the other person's hand, but when he looked down, he was stunned. The other person's left hand was gone.

 The surroundings were quiet at this time, no one spoke. The accompanying guards also turned their heads and couldn't bear to shed tears in front of him.

“The army has many seriously wounded soldiers after successive battles. Can Brigadier Gao lead a company of soldiers to **** the wounded to the south bank of the Yellow River?”

“Now that the major ferries have not been lost, the commander of the First Theater Command will definitely arrange transportation to help the injured soldiers cross the river safely.”

Being able to say these words shows that Lao Li's emotional intelligence has increased by more than one level.

You can persuade the other party to lead the seriously injured to the other side of the river to safety without hurting the self-esteem of a soldier. It can be said to be a plan that kills two birds with one stone.

However, Gao Jianbai just showed a grateful smile, and then called his adjutant.

“I appreciate Captain Li’s kindness, but I’ll leave it to my old man to **** the wounded. I’m a **** who can’t even hold a gun, and I just want to make some contribution before I die.”

“I didn’t consider the command right well. If I encounter brothers from the 17th Army, I will be responsible for recruiting them.”

As a person who has been among the major forces all year round, he certainly knows the situation facing the Eighth Route Army. Letting a regiment commander command the soldiers of the Northwest Army will do no good to both parties.

While the two were talking, a reply from the reconnaissance company came from the portable communicator on Li Yunlong's waist.

“Captain, there are a large number of Japs appearing in the north, and they are expected to contact us in twenty minutes. There are at least 4,000 people on the other side! They should be an independent mixed brigade!”

Li Yunlong's eyes flashed after receiving the information. He signaled Gao Jianbai to wait for a moment, and then shouted to the soldiers cleaning the battlefield:

“Everyone stay hidden! Take things away if you can! If you can’t, blow them up!”

"The main force of the Japs is about to catch up! We don't have enough troops to avoid its edge! Get out quickly!"

"Reconnaissance company! Keep watching the enemy! If there is any change on the enemy side, be sure to notify me in time and be prepared for air-ground coordination!"

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 The perspective shifted to the team of the Ninth Independent Mixed Brigade. At this time, Kenji Ikegami looked solemn. He sat in the passenger seat of the truck without saying a word, tapping his fingers on the door frame.

 From the Shibaping position to the current position, there are actually four battlefields in just thirty miles.

 The result of the battle was without exception that one's own side was defeated, and many of the troops at the brigade level were wiped out. The enemy was far more powerful than expected, and they didn't even encounter any survivors along the way.

 Although various units of the 41st Division lost many warriors from the younger brother's country when they broke through the northern defense line.

But it is not easy to destroy one's own troops in an organized manner, unless there is some leader-level figure who collects the defeated troops along the way.

"It seems that Chief of Staff Tanabe is right. There is indeed a mysterious enemy active. It's a pity that these enemies will definitely avoid my troops."

“It seems that this journey must be smooth and boring! It’s so boring!”

Judging from Kenkichi Ikegami's combat experience, the number of opponents should be around 1,500. After four fierce battles, the limit was already one thousand.

 He has an independent mixed brigade with a total of 4,500 people.

Although it is only a garrison force to maintain law and order, with tanks, cavalry and artillery, it can definitely break up a Republic of China military-level unit in plains and mountainous terrain.

 Facts have proven that no one will end well after planting a flag. This view has long been verified by Meyer.

Just when Ikegami Kenji was still imagining that he would lead his troops to kill all directions, there was some humming and roaring sound in the distant sky.

 In the past, no troops except the Kwantung Army would have panicked. At that time, all the heads above our heads were our own Army Air Forces. After all, the sky of the Republic of China had long belonged to the eagles of our younger brother's country.

 But today is different from the past. The Eighth Route Army's air force has already seized the air supremacy over Zhongtiao Mountain. Planes appeared in the sky, and you knew without even thinking that the enemy's **** of death had returned to the battlefield.

 “Concealment! Disguise!”

"Put camouflage nets on the armored units! The cavalry goes into the woods! All infantrymen must stop moving at will!" After hearing the order from their brigade commander, the Japs took out dark green and yellow camouflage nets one after another, trying to keep the trucks and tanks in line with the terrain. Mix together.

Although the improvised thing has a mediocre effect, it can at least have some effect on enemy planes in the sky.

Sure enough, half a minute later, a four-formation fleet flew over. Those were the enemy's Hurricanes and Fighters, and everyone present was blown up by them once.

The Japs held their breath, fearing that they might make some noise that would attract the attention of the Eighth Route Army Air Force.

It seems that the camouflage net worked. The fighters of the 1st Air Division did not detect the 9th Independent Mixed Brigade below. The four fighter jets only hovered in the air for half a minute before flying away in a graceful manner.

Watching the enemy plane leave, Kenji Ikegami wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long sigh of relief. In order to prevent accidents from happening, he warned the soldiers:

“Everyone, don’t move. Wait until the enemy plane flies away completely before removing the camouflage net! It seems that Amaterasu is always looking after us. Today is a lucky day!”

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At the same time, there was a commanding height two kilometers away from the Japanese ninth independent mixed brigade.

The reconnaissance force of the 1st Marine Regiment is lurking here. Two comrades are holding 7x50 military binoculars to monitor every move of the Japanese.

 Duan Peng looked at the fighter jets that were gradually disappearing in the sky, and then picked up the portable communicator in front of him.

“Commander, the situation has changed! The Japs pretended to be good bastards! They actually deceived the comrades of the First Kong Division!”

"Let our company take action. Such a good opportunity cannot be wasted. Although the enemy brigade is not full, it is still a big piece of fat. We cannot let them slip away!"

 After hearing the reply, Li Yunlong nodded. The enemy is not a fool. After being bombed so many times, he will definitely be prepared.

It's just that the devil is as high as the road, and the current situation is still under his and Zhao Gang's control. The two have even made corresponding plans in advance.

 After a brief thought, Lao Li agreed to the reconnaissance company's request.

 “Okay! Action!”

With the approval of his regiment leader, Duan Peng waved back and signaled the soldiers to start taking action according to the original plan.

 The artilleryman let go of his hand reflexively, letting the shell hanging above the barrel slide to the bottom. After letting go, the shell fell from the chamber. The artilleryman immediately turned sideways and lowered his head and covered his ears.

Ten seconds later, several 82mm mortar shells, whistling, drew perfect arcs in the air and landed one after another on the Japs’ hiding place.

 Boom, boom, boom!

"idiot!"

 “Everyone, disperse! There is an ambush!”

 Kenkichi Ikegami shouted orders in a panic, knowing full well that his brigade was going to be in trouble.

 Sudden bombardment will most likely attract the attention of the Eighth Route Army Air Force. Troops without field air defense capabilities are nothing but meat on the chopping board.

Now unless Amaterasu can look after me again, I will wait for death.

  Swish x10!

 Ten red flares were launched into the sky at the same time, completely breaking Kenji Ikegami's illusions.

At the same time, the enemy fighter jets also turned around in the air, obviously discovering their own formation.

“Disperse quickly! Disperse as a squadron! Wait until the air raid is over and find a way to rendezvous!”

“Throw those **** ammunition boxes away! Don’t you want your life? Except for the ammunition you carried with you, everything else exploded! If you can’t take it away, don’t leave it to the enemy!”

  ·······

 The time goes back to one minute ago.

 After receiving the news that the northern defense line had been breached, the deputy commander immediately woke up the pilots who were still resting.

Although the soldiers only slept for a few hours, many were still physically and mentally exhausted. But when the superiors assigned combat tasks, the comrades immediately went out without any complaints.

Arrived above the battlefield, everyone frowned as they looked at the messy battlefield. Even Captain Wang Hai, who usually didn't talk much, couldn't help but curse a few words.

The mission of the First Air Division this time is to delay the enemy's attack on Yuanqu County, and can choose to attack the enemy's ground troops independently if conditions permit.

 Considering that the northern position has been lost, there is no need to attack.

Under the leadership of Captain Wang Hai, three hundred fighter jets of various types went south along the Hengyuan Avenue, flying towards where the enemy must pass.

 After entering the mountainous forest area, the search difficulty rises sharply.

 In order to maximize resources, the entire fleet is divided into dozens of four formations, each formation is led by an aviation school instructor or a soldier with outstanding performance on the battlefield.

  Squad number 13, except for the captain Fang Ziyi who flies a Hurricane, the rest of the members are fighter jets.

 After half an hour of searching, the soldiers were all a little tired. After all, everything on the ground looks like small dots from the air, which takes a lot of eyesight and energy.

“Captain, when can we fly the Spitfire! Although the Fighter is not bad, there is still a gap compared with the Japs’ Type 97 fighter jets.”

“Now every battle is about licking the ground, and the most I can do is chase the enemy’s bombers. I want to fight against the enemy’s fighter jets! Otherwise, all my skills will be in vain!”

 After hearing the complaints from the team members, Fang Ziyi shook his head speechlessly. Perhaps because the reconnaissance work was boring, he replied while observing the ground:

“It’s just you? Breathing fire! Being able to fly into the hurricane is all thanks to your ancestors! Do you know how many of our captain Wang Hai shot down? A total of twenty-seven! That little star has three rows painted on it!”

“Unless we have more advanced aircraft, don’t even dream about it.”

 “Haha, go to hell!”

Amid a burst of joking, a team member suddenly discovered several red flares rising from the area they just passed.

 In order to carry out reconnaissance missions, the comrades do not fly at a high altitude.

When knowing that there is a plane in the sky, there is a 90% chance that the person who fired the flare is a friendly force. So the four people immediately turned around. Although they didn't find where their family members were, the scattered Japanese soldiers could clearly see them.

 “Comrades! Shake people quickly!”

 “Go and contact the main force! I’m keeping an eye on the enemy here! Be fast!”

“The enemy has a brigade! This time we are going to make a contribution! Maybe you really have a chance to drive into the Hurricane!”

 A few minutes later, three hundred fighter jets of various types rushed to the battlefield! Under the command of Captain Wang Hai, all formations freely selected their attack targets and began to dive and attack!

 “Prioritize vehicles and cavalry! Be careful of enemy machine guns! Attack!”

This was the first collective action of the 1st Air Division, and the comrades began to rush towards their respective goals like war eagles.

 In an instant, countless aerial bombs, with screaming sounds, were thrown at the Ninth Independent Mixed Brigade like dumplings.

With such a huge fleet, there is no point in resisting.

 “Run! Run as far as you can!”

 Amidst the heart-rending barking of the squadron commanders, one after another aerial bombs fell on the enemy's ranks.

The ground shook violently, and the sound of explosions mixed with screams was very pleasant. Comrades scrambled to achieve the goal of not growing a blade of grass wherever they went.

The running speed of the legs can never be compared to the speed of the plane. No matter how fast the Japanese run, they can't escape the fate of being shot by aircraft machine guns and cannons.

　　Looking at the colleagues around me who were either beaten into pieces or fried into plums and barbecued.

Some of the young people who were not strong-willed were simply frightened out of their wits. In order to make their death less painful, many Japanese soldiers tremblingly committed suicide with the weapons in their hands.

Ten minutes later, the 1st Air Division tilted away the ammunition licking the ground, leaving only some bullets or aircraft guns for air combat. They swept past the battlefield and returned to the base in southeastern Shanxi without looking back.

From the commanding heights, Duan Peng's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw the Ninth Independent Mixed Brigade, which suffered heavy casualties.

The rest of the soldiers in the reconnaissance company were not much better. It was the first time for everyone to watch the ground attack of the 1st Kong Division at close range. The scene was really shocking.

“Damn it, I was just doing math in my head. If one plane can kill ten Japs, three hundred planes will be three thousand, and the remaining enemies will be just enough for our land warriors to drink a sip of soup.”

"It seems that my imagination is not enough. Even the King of Heaven will not be able to survive such a level of bombing."

“Originally I wanted to drink some soup, but now I can only pick up rags.”

After speaking, Duan Peng picked up the portable communicator and contacted Li Yunlong.

“Captain! Charge quickly! If not, there will be nothing! The number of enemies is less than a thousand now, it’s time for us to finish!”

"good!"

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　　In the Ninth Independent Mixed Brigade, Kenji Ikegami collapsed on the ground helplessly. He looked exhausted and completely lost his previous high spirits.

 Three hundred fighter jets, three times the number used in the previous attack on the northern defense line.

 Such exaggerated treatment is simply not something a small independent mixed brigade can afford.

　　He took 4,500 people with him before departure. After a wave of bombing, it is hard to say how many are still able to move. His chief of staff was beaten to pieces in front of his eyes. This hellish scene made him unable to calm down now.

"Your Excellency, Major General! Let's retreat quickly! If we don't leave, the enemy will rush up! Don't forget those mortars from before! There must be an enemy ambush around!"

Today I used the last meme of Ball 2. By the way, I wanted to see which old comrade I had sneak attacked.

 (End of this chapter)