Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Thirty kilometers south of Huairen, on the shady side of a hillside near a mountain road.

"Captain Li, my eyes have been opened today. The comprehensive quality of your army is really amazing. From my experience, based on the speed of building fortifications, your regiment can be regarded as an elite force on the Eastern Front of Europe." "

“I was confused. We are both from the Republic of China. Why is there such a big gap between preserved fruit and the Eighth Route Army?”

 Because this mission is extremely important, it involves the future Lend-Lease Act with the allies and the follow-up matters of recovering Suiyuan. Therefore, before the 1st Marine Regiment set off, Commander Li took the infantry experts together to select the location for the decisive battle.

After the whole regiment landed, the comrades quickly gathered and then rushed straight to the predetermined combat area.

Such an unbelievable execution ability made Lao Cui, who was used to the style of the Central Army and local troops, incredulous. Even the high blood pressure caused by the bald head improved a bit.

  After all, the air force discipline in Guozhou is lax, and merit is not rewarded and demerits are not punished. In two years, not even a single instructor's dormitory could be repaired, and the establishment of a fighter jet factory was far away.

The Army is also very good. The artillery, apart from being well camouflaged, has abysmal shooting skills. Sometimes it can miss the target directly at the target.

The infantry did not cherish the equipment that their general committee chairman spent a lot of money to buy. The officers were not very interested in advanced tactics. They all looked like dead pigs who were not afraid of boiling water.

 As for the navy?

It’s okay not to mention it, since our country is not a naval power anyway.

 In general, compared with the Eighth Route Army, most senior generals in Guo Prefecture are not even qualified to carry Li Yunlong's shoes.

Hearing the praise from his allies, Commander Li put down the engineering shovel in his hand, showed his big white teeth and gave a signature smile.

　　"Hey, Spain is a big stage. If you have soldiers and generals, just come."

“Comrade Cui is indeed a top student who graduated from the Spanish Military Academy. His tactics and strategic vision are truly remarkable. I will show you in a moment what the difference is between the Asian battlefield and the European battlefield.”

Although he was very unfamiliar with the Spanish Military Academy mentioned by his ally, Lao Cui responded to the other party's compliments with a smile.

Maybe people just misremembered the name of the school, and there is no need to tell the truth about small things.

What’s more, after a few hours of contact, he finally understood something. The Eighth Route Army colonel in front of him had learned a lot of weird things from Huang He in private, and he would come up with a few self-made words from time to time.

　　Presumably a series of strange things about Spain also came from the mouth of that magical scientist.

“Captain Li, you’ve given me the award! In terms of military rank, I’m indeed a bit higher. But in terms of military performance, I’m really not as good as you.”

"Since your deputy general staff gave me the opportunity to go to the battlefield to learn this time, I want to take a good look at the strength of the Japanese. In a sense, I will have a battle with them sooner or later."

"By the way, how are you going to solve the problem of prisoners? Do you want me to help? There is a piece of land in Siberia that is very suitable for growing potatoes."

As soon as these words came out, Captain Li immediately became interested.

Our policy has always been to give preferential treatment to prisoners, but at this stage, the Japs are often die-hards brainwashed by Bushido, who waste medicine and consume food if they keep them.

If the allies really ignore the neutrality treaty and send those stubborn little days to Siberia at dozens of degrees below zero, that is indeed a good solution.

 Lao Cui also participated in the battle, so it would not be too much to share the spoils after the war.

"Okay, I think this can work. After the mission is over, I will go to the headquarters in person and find a few lobbyists to go to the deputy commander-in-chief."

"You don't know how troublesome those Japanese prisoners are. Anda Twenty-three, who was captured by our Commander Beard before, is still fighting for his life in the border area every day."

 “Reform through labor is good! I support it!”

While the two were chatting, grassroots commanders at all levels led the soldiers to build the bunkers planned by their superiors.

I saw that the comrades worked as a squad and relied on the natural ditches on the mountain to dig out foxholes suitable for hiding. Coupled with the broken grass and branches, if you don't get closer than ten meters and look carefully, you can't even think that there is a person hiding here.

The same applies to support companies such as artillery. The portability of mortars provides great convenience for concealment. With the extremely sharp engineering shovels in their hands, the soldiers even prepared several dedicated ammunition depots.

 This time, bunkers and fortifications do not need to pursue solidity and protection, but only need to pay attention to concealment. After all, the 26th Division of the Mongolian Army was a defeated army, and the old, weak, sick and disabled had almost no decent heavy weapons.

 In addition, the right to take the initiative lies with your own side, so even if the enemy has 75mm mountain or field artillery, it can be destroyed in advance.

 After busy for a period of time, the soldiers received lunch prepared by the cooking team.

As a unit that needs to operate behind enemy lines for a long time, the staple food of the 1st Marine Regiment is mainly dehydrated rice, noodles and cooking cakes. Each meal also includes canned pork, chicken, canned fruits and seasonal vegetables.

Looking at the whole of Asia, this kind of battlefield food of sufficient quality and quantity is also quite explosive.

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 An hour after the meal, the sound of a series of engines came from the distance. The first to appear next were several Japanese reconnaissance teams.

　　Seemingly fearful of being ambushed, these Japs will carefully search every area where the enemy can be hidden, and even occasionally use machine guns to shoot at targets such as mountains and haystacks.

  But because the position of the 1st Marine Regiment was very concealed, the above actions were all in vain.

 Lao Cui spat out the grass roots in his mouth, and then shook his head frequently. He glanced at the Japanese with contempt, and said with a hint of disdain:

“The North China Front Army is just like this. I thought it was stronger than the Eleventh Army and the Thirteenth Army.”

“You’re on the verge of life and death, and you still want to pass through the mountain road quickly? Apart from weapons and equipment, what’s the difference between this kind of attitude and that of a mob?”

 In fact, Lao Maozi is a bit embarrassed. For a defeated army, the 26th Division has basically reached its limit.

Had the Soviet army that was defeated on the Eastern Front in Europe been able to achieve the above-mentioned level, they would not have been captured by 30% of the German establishment in the early stages of Operation Barbarossa.

What's more, the current area is close to the Japanese occupation area, and there is no suitable terrain for large troops above the regiment level to lurk.

In the inherent impression of the Japanese, no matter how disabled their own division is, they are not afraid of the regiment-level units of the Eighth Route Army, so they naturally think that no one will ambush here.

Hearing this, Li Yunlong raised his eyebrows. At this time, his eyes were shining, holding a telescope and looking at the approaching motorcade in the distance.

“Haha, we are very lucky. We met the mission target so easily. The command knife that the deputy division commander wanted is finally available today!”

"Pass my order! Everyone, please don't act rashly. Let the vanguard of the Japs go out before attacking."

 The defeated army came from the south, bringing with them dozens of large trucks and many pack horses. With such a large scale, it must be the main force of the 26th Division.

As the middle part of the convoy slowly approached and gradually reached the hillside where the Marine Corps was ambushed, Li Yunlong picked up the portable communicator and ordered:

"Now! Fight!" "There is no need to save ammunition for mortars and machine guns. We have high-power radios and can call for airdrops at any time! Try to drive the Japanese to the north exit in the first round."

 Surrounding three and one, a classic tactic. Leaving a gap, Yano Otonzaburo could waver between fighting to the death and running away.

 Ahead is Huairen County, and two independent mixed brigade groups are on their way. Presumably, the old Japanese who has managed to survive until now will never give up hope of living.

 Psychological warfare, don’t make excuses.

 Following the order from his regiment commander, dozens of mortars of various calibers suddenly opened fire. With Zhu Yuan in mind, the gunners fired shells at the convoy of the 26th Division.

Since barrel guns are inconvenient to carry, mortars naturally become the most suitable support equipment.

Every gunner in the 1st Marine Regiment is at least a squad or platoon leader in a general main regiment, so he can naturally shoot quickly and accurately.

On the position, rifles and light machine guns pulled their bolts one after another, set up on bunkers, and poured out firepower on the Japanese.

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

 Commando?

 Completely unnecessary.

The 1st Marine Regiment is not an ordinary infantry regiment. There is no need to use carefully trained paratroopers to fill the lines.

There are no natural bunkers on both sides of the road. Faced with the sudden attack, the 26th Division could only use trucks as cover to launch a counterattack.

 Led by grassroots officers, several squadrons of Japs tried to gather and launch an upward attack on the unknown Eighth Route Army.

It is a pity that in the face of the firepower as surging as the sea, all resistance is in vain, and there is no way to make any waves.

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 “Your Majesty Lieutenant General! There is an ambush!”

As soon as these words came out, Yano Otonzaburo, who was already very irritable, directly gave his chief of staff a big fight. He was not blind, so he naturally saw enemies all over the mountains and plains.

 “Give me my order! Break out to the north!”

"The current terrain is too narrow and the battlefield width is completely insufficient. The main force of the division cannot be deployed at all!"

“When necessary, I allow the artillery regiment to give up its remaining barrel guns! It’s just a few 75mm mountain and field guns, and I don’t care about these assets.”

In Saburo Yano's view, the unknown number of the Eighth Route Army did not take the opportunity to dispatch commandos to divide the battlefield, which means that the opponent's troops are insufficient.

　　After the Mongolian troops reoccupied Datong, they sent a large number of troops to raid the surrounding areas. This was also one of the factors that allowed the old Japanese to make important decisions.

Although you break out to the north, there is a certain chance of falling into the enemy's trap. But he believed that when both sides had no heavy weapons, his division was by no means weaker than any force.

Absolutely not, your Eighth Route Army can launch an armored force right under the nose of the Locust Army.

Hearing this, the communications troops immediately took action to transmit the division commander's orders to troops at all levels. The Japs at the grassroots level were also very motivated and immediately detached a brigade to cover the main force's breakout.

 “Division Commander! You really have a clever plan!”

“The enemy either had a scheduling problem or was planning to block attacks, but they actually allowed us to break out easily!”

Before he could finish speaking, the Japanese chief of staff was interrupted by the roar of an engine.

In the sight of Yano Otonzaburo and others, the earth bags, pits and even big trees one kilometer ahead suddenly transformed into Eighth Route Army tanks.

 In terms of quantity, there is at least one company.

"Get ready for battle! Take out all the oil barrels! Load them all on the front of the truck! Let the transport truck block the front, and the others will charge with the baggage team!"

 After receiving the order from their division commander, the members of the baggage train showed a trace of despair.

 Using a truck carrying oil barrels to hit a tank is a genius tactic. Even if everything goes well, at most it will be a one-for-one result.

However, the hierarchical system of the Japanese army made it impossible for ordinary Japanese soldiers to muster the courage to resist. They consciously took out their assault ingots, transformed into ice shooters and prepared to attack.

 “What a black card! Onboard!”

With hysterical roars, the 26th Division's baggage troops drove self-destructing trucks and rushed towards the combat mobile company in the distance.

This scene, if Lao Zhu, who is far away on the eastern front of Europe, sees it, it will definitely bring back his memories of being in Nomenhan a few years ago.

 If it was Lao Maozi two years ago, it would really be possible for more than a dozen tanks to be destroyed by the Japanese's self-destructing truck. However, Sun Desheng could not do the stupid thing of letting the light tank attack alone. Behind his company were a large number of airborne troops.

 “All of them! Fire!”

 “Just hit the oil drums in front of those trucks! Don’t let those little ones get too close!”

After speaking, a dozen Cicada tanks immediately launched an attack. 37mm grenades and coaxial machine guns fired simultaneously, destroying trucks at long distances.

The infantrymen were not idle either. They picked up their rifles, machine guns and mortars to help the armored troops check for leaks and fill gaps, trying not to let any trucks approach.

After all the enemies who dared to charge were beaten into brilliant **** of fire, Sun Desheng picked up the portable communicator and ordered to each crew:

 “Cavalry Company! Attack!”

Just like a certain pilot who is clearly driving an FC-20 but still shouts for the Dragoon Legion to attack.

 Although he had already been transferred to a tank commander, he even became the first armored ace of the Eighth Route Army. But Sun Desheng still habitually called the name of the cavalry company whenever he attacked.

Facing the "full" seven-ton steel behemoth, the Japs of the 26th Division seemed to have been shaken psychologically. They put down their weapons one after another and began to flee around.

"Baga! My warriors are not allowed to retreat! How dare you run away! Attack! You are not allowed to turn your back to the enemy!"

 “The warriors of my younger brother’s country must attack! Even if they become ghosts, they must attack!”

When the deserters appeared, the desperate but unwilling Otonzaburo Yano raised the tortoise box in his hand and perfectly fulfilled his responsibility of supervising the team.

Just as he was about to change the ammunition, a 37mm grenade fell beside him, knocking the old Japanese soldier into the sky. (End of chapter)