Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Yamazaki put down the telescope in his hand and began to estimate the distance silently in his mind.

The brigade led by this old devil was organized by soldiers temporarily transferred from various units. Even he was originally just a staff officer.

A pure infantry brigade fighting here and there means a lack of firepower and a relative lack of heavy weapons. These thousand people only brought 32 grenades, a Type 92 infantry cannon and a borrowed Type 97 81mm direct-fire infantry cannon.

The range of both guns is less than three kilometers. If you want to bombard the Eighth Route Army's military factories and hospitals, you must lead the troops forward a certain distance.

Although this move is somewhat dangerous, how can you not eat the credit that comes to your lips?

A coward for a lifetime and a warrior for a few minutes, Yamazaki decisively chose the latter. After all, the opportunity to break into the heart of the enemy's base may only come once in a lifetime.

After making his decision, he waved to the artillery team leader down the hillside, gesturing for him to come up and observe the target.

"Osaki-kun, your mission is to bombard the buildings ahead. Based on our current position, how many meters forward do the artillery need to advance?"

After receiving the order, Osaki Shogo took out his observation tools and began to calculate. As a veteran with rich actual combat experience, he quickly came up with an accurate number.

"Five hundred meters is enough! At this distance we are invincible! We will definitely hit the enemy hard!"

Yamazaki nodded with satisfaction. He had already seen the future of promotion and wealth, as if he would become the captain of the company in the next second.

"Yo Xi! I will personally lead the infantry to send you to the appropriate position! Go and prepare! If everything goes well, your team will be the first to win this battle."

While the artillery was assembling the Type 92 infantry cannon, operational staff officer Nitta Yuichi had already arranged the infantry attack route. He came to Yamazaki, saluted respectfully and said:

"Your Majesty Lieutenant Colonel, I will lead the charge in the next battle. Please give me a chance to make meritorious service!"

"And the enemy will most likely have back-ups. You should sit in the rear and lead the overall situation."

Yamazaki was naturally very happy to have a subordinate who was so capable. But his background in the Class B division gave him an inexplicable sense of superiority.

I saw him wave his hand and say to the people around him:

"A good commander must first be a brave soldier. I don't believe that the Eighth Route Army is worth mentioning."

With an arrogant smile on his face, Yamazaki held his head high and expressed his remarks to his subordinates. His heart was filled with passion, and in his mind he fantasized about using infantry artillery to sweep across the battlefield.

But before he finished speaking, a 7.92mm bullet from the Hotchkiss M1914 heavy machine gun hit his abdomen, splattering blood and organs on the face of the combat staff next to him.

Seeing his elder's intestines being torn to pieces by a heavy machine gun, the staff officer's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground and screamed:

"Medic! Come to the rescue!! Lieutenant Colonel has been shot!"

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To be able to become the head of the security team of the logistics department and headquarters, Ou Liang must have a unique skill.

Unlike Kong Jie, a defensive master who likes to make use of the terrain, this regiment leader prefers to defend simply and roughly in pits, but his trenches can be dug through the center of the earth.

Tight defensive positions have already been established in the area three kilometers outside the Logistics Department, forming a company and battalion ring defense system that can not only hold on independently but also support each other.

If the infantry of the Yamazaki Brigade dared to push forward, they would find barbed wire and a large number of mines.

Coupled with Deputy Commander Han's disguise, this warning circle is like a beast that patiently hides its aura while hunting, waiting for the enemy to rush in at any time.

The defensive position jointly set up by the two of them would give even the most offensive division commander in the Eighth Route Army a headache when encountering it.

Going back ten minutes, the moment the Yamazaki Brigade emerged from the valley, the guard regiment responsible for ensuring the safety of the Logistics Department discovered the enemy.

Although he didn't know how the Japanese got here, Captain Ou immediately activated the emergency plan.

This veteran soldier with rich combat experience first analyzed the opponent's route of advance and arranged the most reasonable tactics.

Immediately afterwards, the logistics department and the headquarters hospital were notified by phone, asking comrades not to panic and to evacuate in an orderly manner according to the plan of the previous exercise. Then he contacted the four surrounding regiments and headquarters to inform them of the enemy attack.

After everything was arranged, the enemy in front of him just started to move around like a dog and looked like he was about to charge.

When Captain Ou saw the Japanese artillerymen beginning to assemble the Type 92 infantry cannon, he immediately raised the signal gun in his hand and issued the order to attack.

call out!

A red signal flare rose from the left front of the Yamazaki Brigade!

"Fire! Hit me hard!"

"You can make bullets and artillery shells at your best! No need to save ammunition! Behind you is the logistics department. When you run out, send someone to get it!"

The first to launch the attack was the Hotchkiss M1914 heavy machine gun. As a security regiment guarding the logistics department and the headquarters hospital, they were naturally the first to equip any good things.

A large group of nearly three thousand people had constructed more than forty heavy machine gun positions.

In an instant, muzzle fireworks filled the sky in the defense area, and a hail of bullets rained down on the Japanese.

The Hotchkiss heavy machine gun fed by canvas belts was much more powerful than the Type 92. The firepower net enveloped the entire scene, and Yamazaki standing on the hillside became the target of seven heavy machine guns.

Who makes this old devil so arrogant, commanding a knife and a telescope? His arrogance seems to be that he is afraid that others will not know that he is an officer.

While the heavy machine guns suppressed the Japanese, the artillery of the guard regiment also began to work.

The two artillery companies were equipped with twelve 82mm mortars. Just as the Japanese moved towards the hillside, the artillerymen adjusted various parameters.

Staring at those little days of finding bunkers, the artillery company commander began to order the attack with a cold tone.

"All of them! Rapid shooting in one minute!"

"put!"

Although the soldiers are all battle-hardened elites, who can't help but feel excited in this atmosphere.

After hearing the company commander's order, all the artillerymen let go like a conditioned reflex, letting the shells hanging above the barrel slide to the bottom.

Waves of mortar shells weighing 3.8 kilograms cut through curves and fell into the formation of Japanese soldiers in the distance.

The soldiers who can join the guard regiment are all the elites of the Eighth Route Army. These veterans are not only talented, but more importantly, they have rich practical experience.

The two artillery batteries were operating at full speed, and the two ammunition handlers took turns serving one gun, while the gunner continued to stuff the shells into the barrel.

The movements of more than 200 people were as smooth and precise as machines, without a single mistake.

Boom boom boom...

One shell after another exploded in the Japanese formation, and the exploding fireballs rose one after another, and the earth seemed to be torn apart.

Twelve 82 mortars were fully fired. The intensive firepower allowed the Yamazaki Battalion to experience suppression at the level of artillery fire coverage.

Faced with this sudden attack, Xiaori was immediately in disarray after losing his commander.

It doesn't matter even if Yamazaki is not hit. With three thousand elite troops and the right time, place and people, even if the bald man moves all the machine guns five meters to the left, he will definitely win.

Behind a huge stone, the Japs' medical staff were using first-aid punches on their own house.

If you want to save Yamazaki's life, at least one surgery is necessary. Cut out the broken large intestine, repair it, and then sew up the stomach. This set of procedures is very cumbersome and takes a lot of time.

The fighting outside was extremely fierce, and shells exploded near the boulders.

The flying dust fell slowly like cherry blossoms in the sky and sprinkled on Yamazaki's wounds. If you can ignore the continuous sound of gunfire, you can even say that the atmosphere is very beautiful.

"Your Majesty Lieutenant Colonel! We have been surrounded! What to do next!"

After hearing the words of his chief of staff, the old devil's erratic eyes began to shine back. He coughed up blood while staring at his operational staff officer.

Nitta Yuichi realized that his parents had something to say, so he put his ear to the other person's mouth.

"It's not about being surrounded, it's about blooming in the center. As long as we can reach this high ground, the reinforcements will form a huge encirclement on the outside and completely destroy the enemy's arsenal."

"Zhang Ling F: Ah, yes, yes."

It seemed that these words exhausted Yamazaki's last vitality. The old devil's pupils began to slowly dilate, and the hand holding the command knife became weak.

"Nitta-san, the cherry blossoms in my hometown seem to have bloomed. I want to go back and take a look first!"

After the death of the Lieutenant Colonel, the command was naturally handed over to the Major. Nitta Yuichi stuck his head out of the boulder. The intensive attack almost made him lose his mind!

In just two minutes, one and a half squadrons had been lost, and the formation was completely shattered.

So far, their team has not even organized a decent counterattack, and they can't even see the opponent's position clearly.

The commander of the Eighth Route Army opposite was obviously a veteran. As long as there were soldiers gathered on the battlefield, they would be dispersed by heavy machine guns and mortars.

Under the high pressure, the Japanese Major quickly retracted his body.

"Baga! How come there is such ferocious firepower! Even if there is an arsenal, we can't waste it like this!"

"As for that? We are just one team! Shouldn't we come up to fight with bayonets at this time?"

As the major of the 36th Regiment, Nitta Yuichi had been confronting the preserved fruit troops in Nakatiao Mountain for more than three years.

Even when faced with the defense line known as the Oriental Maginot, they had never encountered such a ferocious enemy on such a battlefield width.

Seeing the soldiers dying nearby, Arata held the command sword of his dead captain with eyes wide open. He bit the tip of his tongue hard and relied on the pain to force himself to calm down.

Now is definitely not the time to be in a daze. If you don't give the order, you will have no chance at all.

"First Squadron! Second Squadron! Charge due south! The warriors of my country will not show their backs to the enemy. Even if they die, they will face the bullets."

"The Third Squadron! The Fourth Squadron releases smoke bombs! Move with me to the high ground in the northwest!"

"The captain said it! As long as you hold on! There will be a way!"

"Qilu and a half: Ah, yes, yes."

"The black card is onboard!"

The desperate little devils suddenly burst out with powerful combat effectiveness, and their individual soldier qualities were fully demonstrated at the end of the road.

The dwarfs in shit-yellow military uniforms lined up in a scattered but yet orderly formation, charging forward with bayonets pointed out and 38-inch caps in hand.

Those Japs with grenades were mixed in with the infantry, and their short legs could fly up, but most of them died on the way to the charge before even firing a few shots.

The soldiers of the guard regiment had to allocate manpower to deal with these little drugged days, and for a while they really bought some time for Nitta Yuichi.

At this moment, a group of soldiers who had never taken action could no longer bear it. They were the anti-aircraft artillery units responsible for air defense.

After unlocking the decision "Heavy Weapons", the system gave 150 Hotchkiss 25mm anti-aircraft guns and a large amount of ammunition.

But except for the Yunnan Army and a very small number of preserved fruit troops, almost no one has ever used it. Considering that Li Yunlong had already disposed of the Army Aviation of the First Army, the headquarters temporarily kept these anti-aircraft guns in the Logistics Department for artillery training.

In order to gather the manpower for training, all the troops in the three major base areas sent suitable soldiers. They took advantage of the window after the second phase of the Hundred Regiments War to report to the Logistics Department.

According to the calculation method of preserved fruits, these 150 anti-aircraft guns should be one and a half regiments.

It's a pity that there is not enough time. Only ten days is only enough for the soldiers to become familiar with the weapons, and they have not yet reached the level of mastery.

Seeing more than 400 Japanese soldiers running toward the northwest highlands, a battalion commander couldn't hold himself back any longer. He picked up the portable communicator in his hand and shouted:

"We can't just let the enemy run away so comfortably! We can't lose face like this! Deputy commander! Let's fire!"

Deputy Commander Han looked at the Japs in the distance. The enemy's current position should only be covered by ten cannons.

If you open fire, you will not expose your own firepower, but you can also intercept the Japanese so that your comrades can practice their skills.

"The angled gun crew fires on its own! Just shoot a magazine! Don't forget your own job!"

The next battlefield can be called a slaughterhouse. Maybe 25mm is not enough to hit enemy aircraft, but this anti-infantry thing is massacre.

If someone looked down at the ground from high altitude at this time, they would find that there seemed to be a peerless swordsman on the anti-aircraft gun position.

His steps were mysterious, and the flaming broadsword in his hand, which was several hundred meters wide, opened and closed, leaving the Japanese unable to resist.

I saw a tracer bullet hit, and a little Japs completely disappeared from the chest up. Due to inertia, half of his body took two steps before falling down, and blood spurted out from the gap.

The next four shells passed through several Japanese soldiers, and although their accuracy was a bit poor, they almost all yielded results.

One Japanese soldier was covered in blood and the minced flesh of his comrades. Half of his face was cut off by exploding shrapnel. His left leg was severed by a certain artillery shell. There were at least a dozen holes in his body.

He was in pain as if he had been bitten by a huge crocodile, and every muscle seemed to be crushed.

Even so, this lucky dwarf could actually stand up with his broken body.

The beast looked at his mutilated body in disbelief. He felt that his vision was a little blurry. He reached out to touch his face and found that his right eyeball was gone.

The human tragedy instantly frightened a certain squad leader. He knelt on the ground in despair and was completely stunned: "Mom, I don't want to die yet!"

At this moment, a shell penetrated the bodies of the squad leader and the five Japanese soldiers.

The little boy who was still screaming a second ago felt his body light up, and before he could figure out what was going on, he saw his lower body.

The twenty-five-millimeter artillery shell made a brilliant cut in half in the Japanese queue.

There was a sparse rain of blood in the sky. The crops here will definitely grow well next year.

This gorgeous battlefield shocked all the comrades of the anti-aircraft artillery unit. They had only one thought in their minds at this moment:

"Dear mother, Deputy Minister Huang is right. This thing is obviously better for fighting infantry! But what is a military court? Isn't it a meritorious service if we use anti-aircraft artillery to fight the Japanese?"

The whole battle only lasted ten minutes, and there were only about a hundred people left in the infantry group. These devils relied on selling teammates and smoke bombs to survive on the highlands in the northwest.

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At the moment when the guard regiment started fighting, Wang Dexing kicked open the door of Huang He's room. Without saying a word, the boy carried Huang He and ran towards the anti-artillery fortification.

Listening to the continuous sound of mortars in the distance, Huang He said with certainty: "If you just slow down a little bit, this battle may not be over."

In August 1937, Guozhou established a 42nd regiment, equipped with 108 20mm machine guns.

But according to the European calculation, there are 16 anti-aircraft guns per battalion.

It doesn't matter, the ones who died are all Japs anyway, so don't feel bad.