Time Travel: A Villain's Self-cultivation

In the next few days, the independent regiment's training enthusiasm was quite high.

Those equipments that I have never seen before are really very attractive.

Although they are all a bunch of rough guys, none of them are careless when it comes to studying.

With the help of the instructors sent by Ye Hao, the first and second battalions, which had replaced their new equipment, now had a pretty good understanding of the situation.

Apart from large equipment such as tanks and armored vehicles, which no one in the independent regiment can drive skillfully, the rest of the small equipment is used with ease.

Apart from anything else, the Kunlun Group is indeed a huge organization with a great business potential.

There are so many bullets that they are almost free, and sharpshooters are fed with bullets.

Who would dare to train soldiers like this in the past? Bullets are the most common consumables, but they are also extremely valuable.

The main reason why these ammunitions are inexhaustible is that Young Master Ye reluctantly used 50000 hatred points to exchange for a logistics regiment.

With the existence of the logistics corps, the problems of oil fuel, weapons and equipment and ammunition are basically solved.

As for the aircraft's ship-borne missiles and tank's shells, given the industrial level of that era, it would still be difficult for a single regiment to solve the problem.

But as the saying goes, it is better to teach a man how to fish than to give him fish.

After Ye Hao leaves, I believe this small logistics group will have an impact.

The Red Army’s entire military industry will surely advance by leaps and bounds, and the ammunition for tanks and aircraft will definitely be solved.

As for now, the ammunition is still sufficient.

The Independent Regiment has not stopped for a moment in the past three days, while the Kunlun Regiment is adjusting and resting.

The other troops in northwestern Shanxi were confused.

The National Army and the Eighth Route Army were somewhat puzzled as to why the Japanese had become much less aggressive in recent days.

The Japanese were almost furious. Not only had Ping'an County been lost, but none of the reinforcements they sent out had been found.

Even the distress signal from their radio station was not received, it all disappeared.

In addition, the commander of the 386th Brigade was also very angry.

Li Yunlong attacked Ping'an County without authorization. No one knows where he got so many troops, but he managed to capture it.

But this is a battlefield after all, and we must obey orders. Such blind actions are dangerous and have serious consequences.

However, in recent days, the superiors have been confused by the actions of the Japanese in the direction of Taiyuan.

The brigade commander swore a solemn oath that after these days, he would let Li Yunlong be the director of the clothing factory for a year.

Take the time to cool down his arrogance.

Just when everyone was at a loss, a storm came quietly.

Three days later, in the early morning of two counties close to Taiyuan.

A dazzling red flare lit up the still dim sky.

Then there was a deafening roar of artillery fire.

This caught the Japanese in the two counties off guard.

No one expected that Ping'an County had just been attacked a few days ago, and now it was their turn.

"Baga! Who is hitting us?" A colonel in the county town asked angrily, slamming the table.

"I don't know... We have never seen the military uniforms of those people."

"And, Colonel, there are still a lot of tanks on the other side! We can't resist their attack at all."

"What did you say!" The colonel's beard split into two pieces after hearing what the adjutant said.

When have the Japanese, who are used to bullying others, ever been bullied like this?

But the real shells were like loud slaps in the face, which made the colonel tremble all over.

"Hurry, hurry, ask Taiyuan for help!!!" The colonel shouted while hiding under the table.

Soon, before dawn, the Japanese in Taiyuan inexplicably received two distress telegrams.

Things had only been quiet for three days before something started to happen again.

The Japanese in Taiyuan were also very angry and directly sent the Sakata Division to provide support.

If we had known earlier, one division of the Japanese army would be equivalent to two or three divisions of the National Army and three to five divisions of the Central Army.

For the Japanese themselves, this time it was like a lion fighting a rabbit, using all their strength.

However, when the Sakata Division was halfway on the way to support, it was dumbfounded.

Planes flew over my head without any warning.

This time, the Kunlun Group was even more ruthless and directly dropped a large number of thermobaric bombs.

The Japs were either vaporized instantly or died from lack of oxygen.

The strength of a division is really not small. After the three B2 bombers were launched, the situation returned to a repressive one.

In addition to the absolute fire suppression in the air, howitzers also played a vital role in this battle.

The Sakata Division suffered a brutal defeat under the artillery fire.

Fortunately, the plane from Taiyuan arrived in time, but it was undoubtedly a waste of time.

When a large number of Japanese fighter planes arrived on the battlefield, the morale of the Sakata Division was greatly stabilized.

"Kill him!"

Even one soldier shouted excitedly.

But after the shout, everyone was stunned. After being bombed for so long, it seemed that they didn’t even see the enemy.

But when the mechanized troops of the Kunlun Regiment arrived at the battlefield, they regretted it.

The sense of oppression from rows of tanks is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Large numbers of Japanese troops were being harvested like leeks.

The Japanese fighter planes that had just joined the battle came quickly and fell quickly.

These antique planes can't even catch up with the F22, not to mention the appearance of anti-aircraft armored vehicles.

The seemingly overwhelming Japanese fighter planes were now as weak and helpless as little sparrows.

The Sakata Division Command was in chaos at this time.

"General, the enemy's air firepower and tanks are too strong. We can't resist them at all." A Japanese staff officer reported to Sakata, the commander of the Sakata Division.

Sakata looked at the urgent telegrams that kept coming in and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The key point is that after fighting for so long, we don’t even know which unit the other side is.

And according to the telegram, there were only planes and tanks on the battlefield, no other people.

Sakata felt like cursing when he saw this. He had been fighting for so long and had never felt so aggrieved.

"Let the 3rd, 4th, and 6th Armored Regiments take over first, and the rest of the troops quickly evacuate the battlefield."

At this time, Sakata also saw clearly that if the battle continued like this, it was only a matter of time before his division was wiped out.

The best thing to do now is to withdraw from the battlefield first.

But there was no response, only silence.

"What's wrong? Why don't you go and convey the order quickly?" Sakata looked at the staff officer coldly.

"General... Your Excellency... Our armored regiment was... destroyed... long ago." The staff officer said nervously.

"idiot!"

Sakata slammed the table angrily.

"Can you explain to me what it means to have been eliminated long ago?"

"General... Your Excellency... The first target of the enemy's planes was our armored regiment..."

"Now the entire division has been blown apart, and our communications have been lost..."

With all the bad news, Sakata's face turned extremely pale.

"Puff!" A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Sakata was so desperate that he wanted to commit suicide, but when he looked at the sharp blade, he thought:

He was scared.