Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

In the early morning of May 8, 1941, the Japanese battle command post.

Looking at the casualty and loss reports sent back from the front line, Okamura Neji's heart gradually filled with anger. There seemed to be a line written on his face, that is, he came with joy and returned with disillusionment.

Thirteen hours have passed since the battle officially started.

All the four planned attack routes had accidents, and none of them were opened. Our heavy weapons and army aviation suffered heavy losses.

Okamura Neiji calls himself an iron-blooded soldier. He doesn't care about the lives of grassroots soldiers and officers. After all, the local area will replenish troops as needed every once in a while.

But losing such a large number of armored troops and aircraft was a bit overwhelming even for him, the commander of the North China Front.

Moreover, everyone in the command post knew one thing. If the progress of the attack continued like this, the price paid by the six divisions would increase.

All this was because Okamura Neiji misjudged the relationship between the Eighth Route Army and the Zhongtiao Mountain garrison, which directly led to the strategic failure of the North China Front Army.

The old devil never imagined that there are people in the world who repay evil with kindness.

Tactical failures can be made up for by relying on one's own hard power, but strategic failures are usually difficult to remedy.

Now there are six upright divisions, but they can't move the two armies of Preserved Fruit. This makes Neji Okamura, who has always regarded himself as aloof, difficult to accept.

If Amaterasu could give him a chance to come back, the old Japanese would definitely choose to use six divisions to launch an unprecedented sweep in Shanxi Province.

Now that things have come to this, we can only think of ways to break the situation.

"Tanabe-kun, how is the offensive situation of the 41st Division? Now we must capture Yuanqu County at all costs. Only by successfully dividing the two armies in Zhongtiao Mountain can we implement division and encirclement."

"If you can't do this, forget about gradual annihilation."

Tanabe Moritake looked at the information in his hand, and then showed a very embarrassed expression.

As the previous division commander of the 41st Division, he clearly knew how rich the army was.

"Your Excellency, Commander, if the Eighth Route Army's air force does not continue to dispatch, considering the existing heavy firepower on the northern line of Zhongtiao Mountain, it will take at least three days to break through the enemy's defenses."

"Without artillery coverage, most of the armored forces and army aviation, the 41st Division's soft attack and breakthrough have reached their lowest point."

"No matter how brave and skillful the warriors of my brother's country are, they still need to use their lives to tear open the gap."

Although Okamura Neji had already guessed the answer to the question, hearing it from his own chief of staff was a different feeling. He rubbed his brows and said very tiredly:

"How many fighters and bombers do we have in Taiyuan? When will the support be in place?"

Tanabe Moritake was silent for a few seconds, and he calculated silently in his heart.

"There are still 21 Type 97 fighter jets that can be deployed across the board, and there are still 67 bombers of various types that can be deployed."

"It will take half a day for the Army Aviation to arrive at the battlefield with support from Central China. It is expected that there will be one flying group. It will include two flying squadrons' fighters and one flying squadron's light explosions."

"The troops stationed in Mongolia will also send a batch of anti-aircraft weapons. The details will depend on the railway transportation conditions."

After listening to the report, Okamura Neji nodded helplessly. Losing so much equipment was simply worse than killing him. After thinking for a moment, he came to the strategic situation map.

"We can't delay it any longer. We will take action immediately at dawn. We must capture Yuanqu County today, and then the main force of the Eighth Route Army will come to support."

"Once we are attacked from both sides, the consequences will be disastrous. Prepare to use our secret weapons. My country never raises idle people. It's time for them to be loyal to His Majesty Tianlocust."

"Hi!"

Although he verbally agreed to his commander, Tanabe Moritake obviously had some scruples. When no one was around, he turned sideways and whispered:

"You should know that it is still an experimental force. As for their specific performance on the battlefield, I have always been skeptical."

"You must have heard some negative comments about the Air Force."

After hearing these words, Okamura Neji's face turned dark.

It really wasn't because the chief of staff questioned his orders, it was mainly because the paratroopers under his command were really not something to live up to.

When it was first established, the army's top brass were put on a par with the North and Chou Country, and all kinds of jokes were made endlessly.

Although all soldiers and junior officers are elites drawn from the North China Front Army, the colonel in charge of training often brags about the so-called new tactics.

But almost no one in the entire dispatched army thinks highly of them. It would be an understatement to say that they have a bad reputation and are disliked by everyone.

"Tanabe-kun, we have no choice now. If we can no longer take Yuanqu County, even if we win the battle, we will have to pay a huge price. Neither you nor I can bear this responsibility."

"Mobilize all fighter jets and send transport planes and paratroopers to the enemy's rear. As long as half of the soldiers can reach the designated location, the chance of breaking the situation will double."

Seeing that the commander had made the final decision, Tanabe Moritake had no choice but to execute the order. But considering his future career, he still kindly reminded:

"Your Excellency Commander, it is said that those guys will lose their numbers every time they train."

"The consultants who came to assist gave a very low evaluation, saying that their parachuting movements were mechanical and rigid. Their thinking was very rigid, and the hardened infantry thinking in their bones could not be changed no matter what."

"It is also said that the samurai are very good as infantry but are in no way qualified as paratroopers. We should be pessimistic about whether they can achieve results on the battlefield."

Okamura Neji's old face is getting more and more shabby. Why doesn't he know these things?

As an army general, he studied the emerging branch of paratroopers. The problem with our own troops is not only training, but also flaws in weapons.

The paratroopers of the European military powers are equipped with a large number of submachine guns.

However, the Japanese army only began to equip the submachine guns in February this year. It is not yet known when it will be their turn for the North China Front.

Paratroopers armed with Type 38 rifles, Taisho Type 11 light machine guns and Type 89 grenade launchers have insufficient firepower, and their role on the battlefield behind enemy lines is very limited.

"Tanabe-kun, execute the order! I have another plan!"

"The 43rd Division on the northern line of Zhongtiao Mountain has very low fighting will. I am ready to concentrate our forces and force a breakthrough."

"As for how effective the secret weapon can be, you and I shouldn't think about this kind of thing. If it doesn't work, just send an infantry brigade to the north bank of the Yellow River.

"Hi!"

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Taiyuan Airport, North China Front Air Force Base.

Xiaoguan Longhei finally waited for the order from the front line. He rushed out of the lounge with his samurai sword in extreme excitement and shouted at the soldiers who were practicing stabbing:

"At Nakajo Mountain! His Excellency Neji Okamura has deployed six divisions! But their offensive situation is not ideal! It has been a whole day, and the battle line has only advanced one-third of the planned amount."

"Now! We are the saviors of the entire North China Expeditionary Force! Next! The battlefield will be taken over by our air support troops!"

"Gentlemen! Let's take action! In five minutes, everyone must be ready to go!"

Although this Japanese colonel is very eloquent and did a decent job in mobilizing before the war. But each soldier was like a walking zombie, only responding to the call of his superiors in a mechanized manner.

Who makes this unit not only have to train hard on weekdays, but also have a surprisingly high mortality rate, and there is no morale at all.

Fortunately, Okamura Neji did not make it difficult for them, and the order he gave was not very difficult.

The air force is only required to destroy the communication system between the defenders of the Zhongtiao Mountain defense line based on the existing intelligence in hand.

If there is still strength left, try to surround the enemy's division-level command post as much as possible.

Five minutes later, all the soldiers were assembled.

In order to successfully complete the task and live up to Okamura Neji's trust in him, Oguchi Ryuhei spent a lot of money.

The Japanese colonel decided to throw all his paratroopers into the battlefield at once. In a sense, quality is not enough for quantity.

He knows his own affairs well. The entire aerial evacuation team has not been established for a long time, and its members have only conducted high-altitude parachute training twice. Most importantly, this emerging force does not yet have any actual combat experience.

Zhongtiao Mountain, which was about to reach a stalemate, was their first battle, and he, the commander, was a little unsure.

Looking at the warriors in full gear, Xiaoguan Longping threw away the distracting thoughts in his mind.

He waved to the side, signaling the ground staff at Taiyuan Airport to bring out what he ordered.

At the same time, the Japanese colonel took out a white turban with an ointment flag painted on it from his pocket. Then he took out the oil paint and painted his face like a samurai from the Warring States Period.

After all preparations were completed, Xiaoguan Longping took the small wine bowl sent by the ground crew.

"Warriors! The time has come to be loyal to His Majesty Tian Locust! I hope you can abandon the fear in your heart, pick up the weapons in your hands with me, and kill the enemies who stand in front of us!"

"Set off!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he drank the wine in the wine bowl.

Due to the sudden incident, there was no sake prepared at Taiyuan Airport, so the ground staff had to find Fenjiu to make up the amount.

Being accustomed to low-alcohol sake, Xiaoguan Longhei choked so much when he drank white wine for the first time that his face quickly turned red.

The soldiers of the Air Force also followed suit, basically following in the footsteps of their parents, with unhealthy redness appearing on their faces.

Under the leadership of Xiaoguan Longhei, everyone boarded the transport plane and the partially modified 97 Heavy Explosion "in an orderly manner".

If nothing else, the accident is going to happen.

Thanks to the Eighth Route Army's fighter jets, a large number of Army aviation bombers were killed, and pilots were also sent to meet the locusts.

In addition, all their air evacuation teams were dispatched, and the number of transport aircraft at Taiyuan Airport was far from enough. They could only temporarily mobilize the Army Aviation's 97 heavy explosion emergency response.

Then came the problem. Pilots of different types of aircraft were as separated as a mountain. Even Erich Hartmann had an accident when he changed aircraft for the first time.

For pilots who had never been exposed to a twin-engine heavy bomber, just letting the 97 Heavy Explosion take off smoothly drained their energy.

The huge formation had just left Taiyuan's airspace when it collided at an altitude of three thousand meters.

A 97 heavy bomber deviated from its own route and collided with a transport plane without anyone expecting it.

This accident also forced an escorting Type 97 fighter jet to return home, and those short-lived paratroopers achieved their loyalty to the Locust before even participating in an actual battle.

Looking at the wreckage falling into the sky, Xiaoguan Ryuhei swallowed, and his hands holding the katana trembled a little.

"Baga, we almost collided with each other! How can these piggy things fly planes? They don't even have the interference of anti-aircraft guns, and they can still collide with each other."

"Everyone, don't be nervous! It's just a little accident!"

As the Japanese prayed for grandpa and grandma, the pilot finally drove the fighter plane into the airspace of Zhongtiao Mountain.

Perhaps because the bomber pilots were too nervous, they opened the cabin door without saying a word and threw all the weapons boxes placed in the magazine onto the position of the preserved fruit defenders.

Finally, they reached the designated area, but the leading 97 heavy bombers misjudged the air landing site due to flight illusion, and actually dropped the entire air assault team into the mountain col.

Hundreds of Japanese soldiers couldn't even open their parachutes in time, and they fell into the mountains like dumplings. The sound of wailing resounded throughout the sky, and many soldiers were still wrapped in parachute ropes before they died.

After landing safely, Xiaoguan Longping's face looked as ugly as pig liver.

Although the entire air force had not yet had time to assemble, he conservatively estimated that non-combat attrition would be at least two-fifths, and he considered himself lucky to be able to gather 500 people in the end.

In fact, he had a bad premonition when the first batch of soldiers landed.

It's just that there is no mechanical failure, and the hatches are open, there is no reason not to jump when the door is ready.

But the difficulty of actual combat is no different than that of daily training.

Xiaoguan Longping understood one thing after he got out of the cabin. The survival rate after landing almost depends on the luck of the soldiers.

In order to ensure a certain degree of combat effectiveness after landing, he personally ordered some veterans to jump down with rifles on their backs.

But according to his observation, many soldiers' parachute ropes were entangled in their rifles, and they fell into pieces when they jumped. Even if you are lucky enough not to get entangled, the rifle may hit the ground and stab you.

Even the family heirloom samurai sword he carried almost caused an accident and almost killed him.

After all the soldiers gathered according to the location provided by the signal flare, the old devil almost suffered from brain congestion. There were more than 800 warriors when we set out, but now there were less than 500 left.

Moreover, a lot of weapon boxes were lost, either falling into the mountains or missing.

Once a battle breaks out, their air force can only survive by relying on the Fourteen Southern Styles in their hands. Nearly two squadrons actually only have one hundred and twenty rifles, five light machine guns and five grenade launchers.

"Baga! Damn Army Air Force pilots! Wait until I return to Taiyuan! I will crush you to ashes!"

"Why are you dazed! Quickly confirm our current location! What's wrong with the lack of weapons? I will take you to grab the preserved fruit troops!"

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Even though the parachute operations of the North China Front were full of jokes, the 43rd Army, which was still guarding near Yuanqu County, was shocked by these aerial troops falling from the sky.

The combat effectiveness and fighting will of this unit are not strong. If it were not for the care of the Eighth Route Army Air Force and the 17th Army on the west, they might have been scattered by the enemy in the first wave of attacks.

As a non-candied force, most of the soldiers of the 43rd Army come from the bottom of society.

Fortunately, the foundation was laid by Yan Laoxi, so there were relatively few things to do about catching young men.

However, it is a fact that the average educational level of the troops is low. In addition, soldiers have been exposed to folklore stories since childhood, and it is easy to be misled by things they have never seen before.

When a bunch of unknown objects fell from the sky, whether they were humans or monsters, the soldiers at the bottom quickly panicked, and even their morale dropped a lot.

Fortunately, the northern defense line of Zhongtiao Mountain is the junction of the Fifth Army and the Fourteenth Army.

After patient communication between the two army commanders, they decided that the 43rd Army would send a regiment to the rear to see what was going on.

As the saying goes, no army can be formed without a river.

The leader of this unit transferred to the rear was a Sichuan native.

Since Wang Dahai left Sichuan in 1937, he has traveled to various war zones. He has participated in almost all battles, large and small, which is why he can become the regiment leader.

The 21st Regiment itself is a supplementary regiment, and 90% of the regiment are new recruits.

After half a day of fighting, there were only 800 soldiers left in their regiment. This is all due to the regiment leader. Without his guidance, the number of casualties would have been at least doubled.

However, the ammunition in their hands is not rich, and basically one encounter is the limit.

On the way to the destination, Wang Dahai kept whispering to comfort the soldiers around him.

"I don't know which treasure it is, but if I shout a little devil, I will summon the gods. Is it such a big deal that it almost blows up the camp?"

"Guardians, don't even look at where this is! This is China, they can invite a hammer! Even if they do, it will definitely be to help us."

"I've been sullen all day long, where am I! Don't be afraid! Squatting on that kaka head all day long, you don't look like a soldier!"

In the entire 43rd Army, no one had heard of this new thing called paratroopers.

At that time, many recruits in the army, seeing the white parachutes, thought the Japanese had used something evil. Inexplicably, an atmosphere of fear spread on the battlefield.

As a veteran, Wang Dahai naturally cannot be afraid of these illusory things.

In order to stabilize the soldiers in the regiment, he could only conduct reconnaissance while giving guidance to the soldiers. Although the wording is a bit bold, it still vaguely means an instructor.

After hearing the regimental leader's words, the soldiers' expressions improved significantly. One young man even took the initiative to speak out and tell what he saw and heard.

"The leader is right! I even heard the sound of the plane! Those Japs must have been transported by plane. What are there to be afraid of?"

As soon as he finished speaking, an Arisaka rifle bullet hit his shoulder at a weird angle.

The little warrior fell to the ground in response, but he gritted his teeth and tried not to make a sound! If you shout at this time, it will clearly tell the enemy that there is someone here.

"Everyone lie down! There are enemies ahead! Disperse quickly! Be careful of the enemy's grenade! Medical soldiers! Carry the wounded to the back!"

Just when Wang Dahai issued the order, a sharp-eyed soldier in the regiment saw the Japanese at the front. They used trees and rocks as cover and kept closing in on them.

At the same time, the sound of grenades echoed in the mountains and forests, and wounded people had appeared in the reconnaissance force.

"Give me the light machine gun! Give me a helmet! Battalion Commander, take your people to the northern hillside. If the devils get close, we will all die!"

"Find a way to knock out the grenade! We can't be suppressed by them! There are many of us! Don't be afraid, kids!"

Listening to Wang Dahai's voice, the soldiers seemed to have found their backbone. They began to pick up their weapons and use the few bunkers to fight back.

But compared with these well-trained Japanese troops, a incomplete supplementary regiment is still not enough.

As the five grenade launchers opened the way, the Japanese machine gunners lay on the ground with crooked handles and began to fight back. Every precise short burst of fire can cause casualties to the preserved fruit troops.

Even Xiaoguan Longhei was holding the Southern Fourteenth Style and kept shooting behind a tree to cheer him up.

The two sides only fought for five minutes, and the 21st Regiment had already lost a hundred people, and the situation became increasingly unfavorable for them.

"The barrel is too hot! Water it! Prepare a few more magazines for me. This light machine gun cannot be stopped! The enemy will come up as soon as it stops!"

Logically speaking, the barrel of the Czech light machine gun can be changed.

But the fighting was very fierce at this time, and the distance between the enemy and ourselves was only 400 meters. And the distance is getting closer every second, and there is no time to change the barrel.

What's more, the two machine guns of the 21st Regiment were given by their superiors before departure. There is no such thing as a spare barrel.

Just when the water was poured on the barrel, a grenade from a grenade hit near Wang Dahai. The conscientious leader moved several times with his machine gun, but the enemy still seized the opportunity.

Fortunately, the injury he suffered was not fatal, but he would be unable to participate in the battle for a while.

At the same time, dozens of Japanese soldiers carrying bayonets and swords quietly touched the side of the 21st Regiment. The moment the light machine guns went out, they launched a charge.

"What a black card! Onboard!"

The drugged-up Japs formed groups of two and kept charging forward, using anything that could serve as a cover. This kind of murderous Japs elite panicked the recruits for a while.

At the critical moment, the sound of Czech light machine guns echoed in the mountains and forests again. The second battalion commander took over Wang Dahai's position and started shooting at the overcoming Japanese with a machine gun.

"Don't be stunned, get ready to change the magazine."

"Why panic? We veterans are not done yet."

"Everyone prepare grenades! Follow my orders! Throw them when I say!"

When the Japs were about to rush into this position that was not considered a position, more than thirty wooden-handled grenades were thrown into their path, and the crisis of hand-to-hand combat was temporarily lifted.

The soldier next to the second battalion commander looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old. He stumbled and pressed the bullet again and again, and said in a voice so quiet that no one else could hear:

"If there really is a god, please come and save us!"

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