Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Chapter 224 "The Wrath of the Führer" Famous Fragment "The Three of Us"

 “Brigade Commander! Let’s go!”

“Now is definitely the last chance! The enemy must be waiting for an opportunity!”

Ikegami Kenji was stooped. He grabbed a lieutenant's arm and staggered to his feet.

 At this time, there was only a complete squadron left by the old Japanese as a guard. Even if all the lightly and seriously wounded were included, there were no more than 300 soldiers capable of fighting.

 Such a huge loss has made him determined to die.

 “Xiaojima-kun, prepare to draft a message.”

“We are samurai from Japan’s brother country. Death on the battlefield is the best destination for us. The honor of the brigade cannot be lost.”

“Before the enemy launches an attack, send someone to notify the surviving squadrons. Let them move closer to me, prepare for battle, and ensure that ammunition and all heavy weapons can be destroyed at the last moment.”

 The words of the captain of his own brigade seemed to have ignited some kind of fire.

 The reason disappeared from the eyes of the devils. Everyone present bowed to each other very enthusiastically, and then they ran towards different goals to convey the orders.

As for the telegram, it was of course a farewell message sent to the commander of the North China Front, Okamura Neiji.

 The war has reached this point, and Kenji Ikegami knows that he will never see the sun tomorrow.

Even the nearest 41st Division is far away at Hengling Pass, thirty miles away. The Ninth Independent Mixed Brigade is already a deep lone force, completely isolated and helpless.

While he was still lamenting that he died before leaving the army, a soldier hurried over and said:

“Your Excellency, Major General! An unknown number of enemies have appeared on our flanks! The enemy has broken through the outermost defense line!”

 When he heard the news that the battle had begun, Kenji Ikegami not only did not panic, but instead showed a crazy smile. The old devil pulled out his command sword and swept away the previous haze.

 “Okay! Let’s meet this mysterious enemy!”

"Even if I die today, I will die on the way to the charge! What a black card! Onboard!"

 When a major general brigade commander personally leads the charge, this behavior has a great motivating effect on the lower-level soldiers.

 Although a large number of heavy weapons and all armored troops were lost, the effectiveness of the Japanese's sophisticated training was better reflected at this time.

 When confronting Li Yunlong's troops, the existing officers of the Ninth Independent Mixed Brigade performed their respective duties. Under their command, several squadrons of infantry maintained skirmish lines and maintained shock formations.

Each soldier is about five steps apart and spreads out into a linear formation that is not chaotic from beginning to end. Even though they are at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, they are not losing at all in terms of momentum.

Moreover, the Japanese did not just rush forward under the artillery fire. While maintaining mobility, they also tried their best to avoid the fire net they faced.

 As soon as they enter the effective range, the grenadiers will immediately start to counterattack to suppress the opponent's firepower.

 This tactic is the comfort zone of the Japanese and is also the top priority for attacking the northern defense line of Zhongtiao Mountain.

If it is a candied army that lacks veterans, it is likely that it will be in a hurry and be exhausted, and waste the ammunition that is not rich in the air.

Even if the junior officers are bloody, they dare to lead their soldiers to fight with the Japanese with bayonets. They will also suffer heavy losses due to reasons such as physical fitness and combat experience, and eventually lose their position.

 But the troops led by Li Yunlong were different. The members were either elites selected from the entire Eighth Route Army, or preserved fruit veterans who had survived the cruel battlefield.

Facing the desperate fight against the Japanese, the soldiers quickly made the right choice.

 The troops at the front used the craters blown up by the First Air Division to build a defense line in situ.

 Their task is not to eliminate many Japanese soldiers, nor does they need to fight to the death with the enemy. Just use the advantages of numbers and firepower to block the enemy's charge and buy time for the troops on both wings.

 The troops on both wings quickly outflanked, and the three parties cooperated to launch a pincer offensive, giving full play to their own strengths.

Zhang Dabiao's blood was gushing on the battlefield. He originally wanted to throw his hat to vent his excitement, but was interrupted by a steel helmet. He looked at the Japs who were not afraid of death with great displeasure and issued the order to attack.

 “Bring up the mortars! Get your machine guns and rifles ready!”

“Distance is 950 meters! Shoot!”

As soon as the words were spoken, five artillery groups following the advancing troops began to set up mortars.

 They lowered the base, installed the barrel, and adjusted the bracket. In just half a minute, the five-door 60mm was successfully assembled.

 Boring×5!

Flames erupted from the muzzle, and five heavy-weight drug cannons drew an arc in the air and fell towards the Japanese queue in front.

 Since the introduction of sights and sufficient artillery shells, the artillery's hit rate has skyrocketed. In the first round of test firing, four shells achieved good results.

 Effect shooting is a shooting process carried out for the purpose of directly annihilating, suppressing, destroying targets and hindering the enemy's actions.

 The five gun crews were operating at full speed, and the ammunition crews brought up a steady stream of shells. The gunners only needed to stuff the shells into the barrels.

 Boom, boom, boom!

  The brand new Brand 60mm mortar is of excellent quality, and there is no need to worry about malfunction even if it fires at full speed. The intensive artillery fire made it difficult for the Japanese soldiers to move forward, and even the skirmishing line could not change their fate.

At this time, the disadvantage of losing the Type 92 infantry gun appeared, because without supporting weapons, the entire team could only be passively beaten.

During the attack, Kenji Ikegami watched with great sadness as the soldiers around him fell one after another on the way to the charge. But he was already prepared to die in battle, so he had no choice but to continue moving forward while roaring.

 “Baga! It’s indeed the Eighth Route Army!”

"Why did they appear in Zhongtiao Mountain! What is going on! Who can tell me what happened!"

 In order to avoid the ground attack of the 1st Air Division, the 9th Independent Mixed Brigade dispersed in squadron units. This arrangement indeed allowed more soldiers to survive.

 But once a battle breaks out, the shortcomings of the lack of unified command are clearly exposed.

Although Kenkichi Ikegami ordered the troops to assemble before the battle, Li Yunlong did not give him time. There were only two or three squadrons of Japanese soldiers who were no different than paper in front of the Marine Corps.

Light machine guns + various types of mortars fully explain what it means to be able to break with just one shot.

 After finally reaching the shooting range of the Sanba Gai and the grenade launchers, before they could start to counterattack, Li Yunlong led hundreds of soldiers to double-team them from both wings.

The commandos armed with submachine guns rushed into the Japanese queue.

Whether it is the cold weapon age or modern warfare, once the troops are inserted into the flanks with superior strength, defeat is basically not far away.

The 9th Independent Mixed Brigade was unable to organize a large-scale counterattack at all, and was often dispersed by the metal storm fired by submachine guns as soon as it gained some momentum.

 The Japanese in the chaos are gradually being squeezed out of their living space. If there is any resistance, they will be hit with a series of bullets.

 Half an hour later, the battle ended.

 “Clean the battlefield! Be fast!”

“The enemy is very likely to send support troops, and we don’t have much time left.”

This resulted in low casualties in the battle, but at the cost of consuming a lot of ammunition. When calculating ammunition reserves, Commander Li seemed to have returned to the old days. He even picked up a few cantaloupe grenades.

As for those enemies who were not dead but had lost their combat effectiveness, they were naturally handed over to the soldiers of the Jinsui Army and the Northwest Army. There was no policy of giving preferential treatment to prisoners.

 As comrades fighting side by side, there is still a tacit understanding.

While cleaning the battlefield, Kenkichi Ikegami, who was not yet dead, resolutely raised his fourteen Southern Styles. The gunshot rang out and the bullet hit the thigh of a Jinsui Army soldier.

Li Yunlong, who happened to be nearby, immediately snatched the big knife from the injured soldier's hand and chopped off the attacker's head with one blow. The blood spurted out and splashed all over Lao Li.

 Use a knife to save bullets and because the current knife is faster. But by coincidence, it was quite enjoyable.

 After all, after he came to the New Second Regiment, he had no chance to lead a charge, let alone kill the Japanese with a big blade. Moreover, the Eighth Route Army had no shortage of ammunition, and the opportunities for hand-to-hand combat were even more pitiful.

 "Hygienist! Medic! Come and treat the wound!"

Hearing the gunshot, Monk Wei hurried over to check and saw that his regiment leader was suppressing a smile and pretending to be serious to take care of the wounded.

The Ninth Independent Mixed Brigade has a strong will to fight. It is not an isolated case that they pretended to be dead and made a sneak attack. The military doctors present were busy for a while.

“Captain, what’s wrong with you? Killing a Japanese can make you so happy?”

“Have you been holding it in for too long? How about I catch a few prisoners for you next time so that you can have a good time?”

Li Yunlong, who was still cheerful at first, immediately stopped smiling when he heard Wei Dayong's words.

“You know what the heck, it’s been a long time since I used the big blade! The last time I chopped off the head of a Japanese was at Cangyunling! It’s still fun to see blood with a knife!”

"And you, kid, be careful what you say. What do you mean by taking a few prisoners? Behave yourself and don't violate discipline! Even if there are surrendered Japanese, they must be handed over to Wang Dahai."

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 Yuncheng, the temporary base of the North China Front Army.

At this time, the sun had just gone down and the combat conference room was already brightly lit.

Okamura Neiji clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the Nakajoyama strategic situation map on the wall with a smile. Next to him was Tanabe Moritake, who seemed to have something on his mind as he remained silent.

 The staff members were also very cautious at work, for fear of disturbing their parents.

 In the silence, a communications soldier staggered into the combat conference room. His horrified expression instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.

Under the high pressure of several sharp eyes, the little devil stood at attention and simply read out the contents of the telegram.

“Commander Okamura! Major General Kenkichi Ikegami of the 9th Independent Mixed Brigade sent a farewell telegram!”

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the room instantly became extremely depressing.

　One second they were silently celebrating the breakthrough in the battle, but the next second they suffered such a major blow.

  Under the violent contrast, many staff members suffered internal injuries.

Okamura Neji also briefly lost expression control, and even the pencil in his hand was broken by him. After a moment, he took a deep breath to suppress the anger in his heart.

 “Farewell telegram? Keep reading, don’t worry about me.”

"Hi!"

After receiving the assurance from his commander, the communications soldier read out the rest of the message clearly.

“Our unit was attacked by the Eighth Route Army Air Force, and the other party deployed more than 300 fighter jets of various types.”

“After the air raid ended, thousands of enemy troops rushed into our position, suspected to be the mysterious troops mentioned by Chief of Staff Tanabe. After half an hour of fierce fighting, all the samurai from my country were killed or injured.”

“There is no hope of breaking through now, and we can only fight to the death. Long live my brother Japan, and long live His Majesty the Locust.”

 After listening to the entire telegram, Okamura Neji actually did not cry or make trouble.

The old devil lowered his head and looked at his watch, and then named three people, including Tanabe Moritake.

Then he waved his hand seemingly casually, signaling others in the conference room to get out quickly.

After the others left, Okamura Neji grabbed the corners of the table with both hands and overturned the entire desk. Then he pulled out his gun and vented his anger on the map hanging on the wall.

It's a pity that the Southern Type 14 performed well and jammed after just a few shots.

 The loss of a brigade was difficult for even the front commander to accept. What's more, with this kind of organization, the entire dispatch army only has twenty troops in total.

 It is really shameful to be eliminated by the establishment.

 The remaining three people in the room lowered their heads and remained silent. The scene was very similar to the famous segment "The Three of Us" in "The Wrath of the Führer".

“Tanabe-kun, I am so stupid. When you mentioned that small army, I should have faced its existence.”

“It seems that the commander should be the Eighth Route Army, otherwise it would be impossible to direct the enemy’s air force to coordinate operations! What do you think should be done next?”

At this time, Tanabe Moritake was also helpless, but more powerless. Facing the wolf-like Kong Yi Division, he had no substantive suggestions at all.

 After all, the gap in military force cannot be reconciled by the will of the soldiers alone.

“In my humble opinion, it’s better to slow down the attack now. Without air superiority, the enemy’s fighter jets will do too much damage to ground troops.”

“Even if we go to the 41st Division this time, I estimate that Qingshui’s fate will not be much better. At most, he will not be completely wiped out.”

“It’s better to wait until the field anti-aircraft weapons and ground aviation are in place, and then let the samurai launch the attack. Anyway, with the strength of the Zhongtiao Mountain garrison, the opening of the northern front will never be blocked.”

  Sometimes, sincerity is the greatest nirvana.

Okamura Neiji knew that the opinion given by his chief of staff was the most reasonable arrangement at the moment, but as the commander of the North China Front, he really couldn't accept that his side couldn't even deal with the small preserved fruit troops.

According to the opponent's style of play, wouldn't the originally inevitable breakthrough blitzkrieg be fought in the style of World War I? Is it possible that the defenders and the defenders would have to dig trenches and squat pits for each other?

 If the battle fails, he will definitely be placed on the pillar of shame in history! Once he returns to his homeland, he will probably be torn apart by the fanatical citizens.

 After thinking for a moment, Neji Okamura made a decision. He decided to stud!

“Pass my order and speed up the attack across the entire front! Don’t give the Eighth Route Army and the preserved fruit defenders a chance to breathe!”

“As long as we break through the defense line, let the troops break into Zhongtiao Mountain in large groups! I don’t believe it. Could it be that the Eighth Route Army Air Force’s aerial bomb reserves cannot be exhausted?”

“Everything stands in the way! The soy milk is in vain at my hands!

   If I update two more chapters today, can my monthly ticket be increased to 420?

   Add an update note for May 9th.

I have a cold and my head hurts. It took me a long time to write and it only reached 3400. Let’s try to write again tomorrow morning. It should be posted before lunch.

 (End of this chapter)