Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

 Cavalry group, the second line of defense of the Japanese army.

 “Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, great news!”

“The warriors on various positions temporarily withstood the enemy’s attack on the frontal battlefield. Especially the group’s engineering team, they even cooperated with the infantry to destroy several Eighth Route Army tanks.”

“I don’t know why, but the Republic of China people did not continue to advance. Maybe it was the 110th Division or the 26th Division that broke the deadlock.”

The communications staff officer's report was like a powerful dose of adrenaline, giving the Japanese soldiers on the battlefield a glimmer of hope of survival.

However, the two old Japanese soldiers Nishihara Issaku and Mano Goro knew in their hearts that the reason why the Eighth Route Army postponed its attack was just to reduce casualties.

 Different from our own side, the people of the Republic of China seem to have always had a deep obsession with the battle-loss ratio.

 If you don’t attack now, it will be the calm before the storm, and there will definitely be a more ferocious offensive next.

"Why."

Looking at the tired soldiers and dilapidated positions around him, Nishihara Issaku took off his stained gloves and wiped his face, then ordered:

 “Kill the horse and let the warriors eat the meat before fighting.”

“All ministries are working hard to repair defenses and be ready for combat and air strikes at any time. Don’t take it lightly.”

 Up to this point in the war, the role of cavalry has been minimal, and they cannot really attack tanks with sabers.

Rather than letting the war horses carefully bred by my brother's country fall into the hands of the Eighth Route Army, it would be better to kill them all and give them to the remaining warriors to satisfy their hunger. After all, even the only semi-motorized unit of the North China Front, the food of the cavalry group is not very good.

Eating a meal of meat can improve morale to some extent.

As if something had occurred to him, Nishihara Issaku, an old devil, hesitated for a moment and then added again to the communications staff:

“Tell the samurai again that the Sendai, Himeji and Kurume divisions are on their way to support. As long as we can hold on for a few more days, the three Class A divisions will arrive on the battlefield.”

"Hi!"

 The so-called support is naturally a lie.

Even the Kwantung Army would be put off by the current state of North China. Judging from the current combat effectiveness of the Eighth Route Army, an easy attack without assembling an equal number of troops will most likely end up costing people thousands of miles.

What's more, there seems to be some trouble outside the Guan. Some idealists who were once strangled by my younger brother's country actually show signs of resurgence in my younger brother's country, Guandong.

The most outrageous thing is that the modern equipment delivered to Manchuria is always inexplicably lacking.

 At first it was just a few boxes of infantry equipment missing, which was not a big deal. The lower-level officers ignored the matter and directly reported daily training losses to their superiors.

 But since last year, the situation has been escalating.

 A series of advanced equipment such as armored vehicles, tanks, and aircraft placed in the arsenal always disappear inexplicably. This was no small matter, and it even alarmed the top brass of the headquarters.

 But even after searching the entire Kanto Territory, no suspected stolen equipment was found.

 Therefore, Commander Umezu Yoshijiro had to plead guilty and personally returned to his homeland to explain to the locusts.

 It was even more exaggerated in the middle of this year. The transport ship bound for Dalian lost contact with the mainland on the way. It was all important industrial equipment and imported machine tools.

 Think again of the rumors that I am the emperor brother and you are the locust brother, and it is your destiny to recruit the Eight Banners.

Although no conclusive evidence has been caught yet, all signs indicate one thing, that is, a certain puppet does not want to live his life peacefully.

To this end, a large number of investigators were dispatched from the local area, pretending not to leave until the truth was found out.

While Nishihara Issaku was still thinking wildly, three admirals headed by Mano Goro gathered around him. They talked to each other and even began to study the retreat route.

Judging from the current situation, it should be no problem for the cavalry group to form an independent second brigade and hold on to the position for a few days.

After all, someone said that even if there were more than 20,000 pigs, let alone 20,000 people, it would take several days to kill them all.

"Pity!"

With Mano Goro's sigh, Nishihara Issaku's thoughts returned to reality, and the other two major generals around him also cast their gazes.

"Unfortunately, our current troops are at the end of their rope, and only the 17th Chariot Regiment still has some combat effectiveness."

“Otherwise, this time we can use ourselves as bait and cooperate with the Kwantung Army to attack the center. Before the 129th and 120th Divisions of the Eighth Route Army can react, we can inflict heavy damage on the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region.”

 Obviously, Goro Mano and others did not doubt their general's rhetoric about reinforcements. They only assumed that the other party had received a secret telegram from Okamura Neiji and Amakasu Jutaro.

 No one would joke about this kind of thing. If the truth was exposed, wouldn't it cause a mutiny in the army?

 “Still thinking about the center blooming?”

“Last time we talked about the flowering in the center, the person who wanted to imitate the emperor was Iwamatsu Yoshio. The grass on his grave now is one meter high.”

"Our task now is to hold our position and cause as much damage to the Eighth Route Army as possible. The rest will be discussed after we leave this barren place."

After pouring cold water on his subordinates, Nishihara Issaku sat in the trench with an expressionless face.

 In fact, his purpose is very simple. He simply wants to stimulate the desire for survival in his troops, so that the soldiers can burst out with stronger combat effectiveness. As for when the truth is exposed, will anyone hate themselves?

 Sorry, everyone is going to die, Nishihara Issaku doesn't care about this kind of thing.

Suddenly, there was a roar of piston engines in the sky, and the faces of all the Japanese soldiers and generals changed.

 “Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, the enemy’s aircraft!”

Although it was not the first time they encountered bombing, most of the Japanese on the position were still at a loss after hearing the sound of Typhoon fighter jets.

 There is no way, who makes our own side not have any decent field air defense system.

Facing the dive bombers of the Eighth Route Army, they were as helpless as fish on a felt board. At most, they could only choose a favorite position to resist.

 “Why are you panicking?”

“Order troops at all levels to prepare for battle and enter the position immediately after the enemy’s bombing ends. Be careful of the enemy’s air-ground coordination!”

"Hi."

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The perspective comes to the Second Air Division, Dai County.

 As the commander of the close support aircraft unit, Fang Ziyi has always been very sensitive to time. Under his leadership, nearly a hundred fighter planes arrived in the scheduled airspace on time.

 When local troops saw friendly forces entering, they immediately turned on all searchlights to indicate the combat area and targets for the air force coming from afar.

 “Oh, it’s so spectacular!”

“Team Wang, this is our searchlight unit. It’s really awesome to be able to illuminate the early morning like it’s daytime.”

“If these dazzling lights suddenly hit the sky, it will definitely affect the combat effectiveness of the air force. If several pieces of equipment cooperate with each other, there may be unexpected gains.”

 Looking at the huge light pillars below, Captain Wang Hai smiled and almost fell into memories.

Although this battle was the first appearance of the Searchlight Troop, unlike the other pilots present, he had seen this special anti-aircraft equipment a long time ago.

 Fortunately, something similar will not happen again in the current timeline. We already have a powerful air force.

 After a moment, Captain Wang took a deep breath and then ordered over the communication channel:

“The **** crew increased their altitude and spread to the surrounding areas to remain vigilant. Any crew that discovers an enemy aircraft must report it first and must not leave their post without my permission.”

"receive!"

 After the first division climbed to the designated height, Fang Ziyi stared at the Japanese positions below, looking for high-value combat targets.

“Each crew is free to attack according to the area assigned before the war. Be careful of the enemy’s anti-aircraft firepower, and don’t get too close to the ground out of greed for credit.”

“If you discover the artillery positions and armored units of the cavalry group, report them immediately and start taking action!”

 After receiving the order, each unit began a shallow dive.

 With the help of the searchlight troops, the Japanese troops on the position could hardly hide their presence.

At the same time, the Japanese soldiers who had broken their tanks also began to resist, shooting into the sky with their light and heavy machine guns and small-caliber anti-aircraft guns.

 It’s a pity that Showa’s air defense was weak against nine out of ten air defenses, and these sparse firepower was completely useless.

Especially for the crooked handle and the Type 92 heavy machine gun, even if the bullets are lucky enough to hit the fuselage of the Typhoon fighter, it will be difficult to cause any substantial damage.

 If you change the scene, put the current battle on the sea.

 That is equivalent to all the carrier-based aircraft of a bold-class aircraft carrier, which is besieging an antique fleet composed of several bridges and sea breezes.

 Let yourself get angry, make your friendly troops resentful, and make your enemies bold. Things that are destined to not happen in North China are bound to happen. If you want to regain your position, you should wait for the United Fleet to bully Dai Ying in your childhood.

At this moment, the cavalry group’s position was like a large open-air slaughterhouse. Every minute and every second, infantrymen were torn to pieces by machine guns or aerial bombs.

 Grade-level officers are better off, as they have more or less bomb-proof holes to hide in.

 But ordinary Japanese soldiers were not so lucky and could only become fertilizer in the Xinding Basin in their incompetence and rage.

 In this attack, the Second Air Division also carried a small number of incendiary bombs. Unlike the bombing of the 110th Division in pursuit of killing effects, this time it was simply to illuminate the rear positions with violent firelight.

With the roar of the saber engine, six oval-shaped napalm bombs fell on the rear of the cavalry group.

 “Boom, boom, boom!”

 Groups of fiery red flames surged around like ocean waves.

 Under the huge high temperature, the reserve team arranged by Nishihara Issaku suffered a devastating blow.

The old, weak, sick and disabled were like glass being struck by a heavy hammer and dissipated in the flames with a pop. Even the weapons in their hands would turn into molten iron within a few seconds.

In an instant, the entire area was turned into a sea of ​​flames, which also illuminated the hidden heavy artillery position and the 17th Tank Regiment. (End of chapter)