Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Zhongtiao Shanxi Line, the original position of the Third Army.

Looking at the smoke from the explosion behind him, Lieutenant Colonel Okawa Shogo's mouth twitched. One thing he now firmly believed was that no one could survive such intense fire.

The commander of his own division is 90% likely to be in trouble. But considering the current situation, dying directly under enemy fire would not be a blessing.

"Baga, at least more than a hundred cannons."

"Which enemy is so generous? Am I really on the battlefield of the Republic of China? I really don't know what Tekko does for food, and it allows such a huge enemy force to reach the rear silently."

"If I can go back alive, I will."

Having said this, Okawa Changgo fell silent.

The enemy not only has a huge artillery cluster, but also locust-like fighter jets.

Not only is our side at a disadvantage in terms of manpower and firepower, we are now sandwiched between two enemies, and we have even lost air superiority, the most important area on the modern battlefield.

To sum up, he didn't think there was any possibility of him leaving Zhongtiao Mountain alive.

If you can't be cruel to yourself, perhaps suicide is a good choice, at least you don't have to spend the rest of your life in fear.

As for surrender, let Tianzhu Nation’s thieves know about it.

Even the division commander has been killed. If a small lieutenant of mine dares to surrender, he will definitely be torn to pieces by the grassroots officers and soldiers.

Putting his thoughts out of his mind, Okawa Changgo tidied up his military uniform and walked towards his position as captain.

At this time, Colonel Ota Sanji was doing pre-war mobilization. He was wearing an ointment flag turban with the word "win" written on his head. Holding the family sword in his hand, his expression and tone were full of fanaticism, looking like a war madman.

"Our war has reached its final stage!"

"His Majesty Tian Locust needs us! My brother country also needs us! Now is the time for everyone to be loyal! Warriors! Pick up the weapons in your hands and tear into pieces the enemies who dare to provoke the 36th Division!"

"Long live the Locust! Long live my brother Japan! Gentlemen! Let's meet at Kudanban!"

As soon as he finished speaking, nearly a hundred Japanese soldiers who also wore ointment flags and turbans and were shirtless immediately responded to the call. They chanted fanatical slogans with red eyes, and their rationality had long since disappeared without a trace.

These people looked ferocious, and most of them had foam of unknown composition at the corners of their mouths. It was obvious at a glance that they had taken drugs.

It is worth mentioning that the weapons used by the death squads are also very special. In addition to Molotov cocktails and rifles, everyone was carrying heavy explosive bags, and they were probably going to use human bombs for a while.

"Long live His Majesty Tian Locust, long live my brother Japan!"

"See you at Kudanzaka."

Seeing this scene, Okawa Changgo from behind the position couldn't help but sigh. This is not because he is sad because he feels sorry for those brainwashed death squads.

Bushido plus ice, the two mixed together are definitely the best way to tame low-level soldiers.

After being indoctrinated by superior officers, not many people can walk out of the recruit camp normally. Basically, they will become murderous lunatics before leaving the factory.

At the critical moment, coupled with the stimulation of drugs, each of the soldiers was absolutely fearless of death.

Throwing Molotov cocktails at close range, holding explosive bags and waiting for the opportunity to rush into the crowd are all common operations of the death squads.

As his younger brother's lieutenant general, Okawa Changgo strongly agrees to use the lowest cost to stimulate the potential of lower-level soldiers. After all, there is no way to fight without death, just use resources rationally.

The reason why he sighed was because he felt a little sad that the defeat was certain.

The situation was obviously good one second, but the next second the command post, supply center and reserve team in the rear were all gone.

Judging from the current remaining ammunition of their regiment, all the soldiers will run out of ammunition and food within an hour and a half of fighting at most.

"Your Majesty Colonel! What should we do next?"

"Should we hold our position and wait for support from the 41st Division? Or should we concentrate our existing forces and break out on both sides?"

After hearing his adjutant's inquiry, Ohta Sanji brought Okawa Changgo to the temporary command post.

When no one was around, the enthusiasm in the eyes of the Japanese commander completely disappeared.

This old devil is really a good actor, he does one thing in front of others and another behind the scenes. He didn't want to die. Now that the First Army was missing two division commanders and one brigade commander, the vacant positions were very tempting.

"Next we will neither hold on nor break out from east to west!"

"Now our regiment is surrounded by two enemies. We can only hold on for an hour at most. Who knows if Commander Okamura Neiji has arranged for backup."

"I plan to put two infantry brigades and artillery squadrons in front, and then lead the elite force of the regiment to break out south. You go and prepare, and bring more dry food and ammunition."

In fact, Ota Sanji's decision was correct. The 120th Division had already begun to deploy defenses on the east and west sides of the battlefield. Once the Japanese rush into the encirclement in a panic, they will be greeted by a thunderous blow!

Breaking out to the south is indeed the method with the highest chance of survival. After all, after five and a half days of continuous fighting, the energy of all the soldiers of the Third Army has reached its limit.

Although the Eighth Route Army airdropped supplies to them, physical strength and energy cannot be replenished by eating.

"Get ready to fight, the enemy won't give us long time to prepare!"

"Hi!"

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The battle on the Western Front heated up from the beginning.

Although there are only 10,000 people left in the 36th Division, 37th Division and the Independent Mixed 16th Brigade, and they have lost their own leaders and unified command.

But the devils did not wait to be killed. All the survivors were in regiments, using the relatively high terrain to block the enemy layer by layer, and their determination to resist was very tenacious.

There was hardly a Type 92 heavy machine gun on the front position, and all tactics were based on grenade launchers and Taisho Type 11 light machine guns.

Those were infantrymen with insufficient ammunition. Their mission was to use their lives to test the firepower points of the 120th Division's advancing troops.

Once the mission was completed or the few ammunitions were consumed, the devils would launch a charge, trying to use their lives to pull as many soldiers as possible into the water.

The heavy machine guns were placed on the flanks, and the machine gunners would wait patiently for the opportunity and never expose themselves until the critical moment. If there was a suitable opportunity, they would not hesitate to pull the trigger even if there were comrades in front.

Even those suicide squads who took medicine did not rush forward howling. They tried their best to stay awake, or hide in bunkers or disguised as corpses.

As long as the soldiers of the 120th Division showed a flaw, these devils would rush forward directly with a full amount of explosives.

Some lucky suicide squad members even got the chance to rush into the crowd and self-destruct with the cover of smoke bombs or gunpowder.

If it weren't for the high combat literacy of the comrades and the assistance of veterans, they might have been caught off guard by the enemy.

But there was nothing they could do about it. The 120th Division had been experiencing continuous personnel transfers since four years ago.

Although there was sufficient food and weapons and ammunition supplies, the troops were expanded by nearly one-fold, and each regiment-level unit strictly enforced daily training.

But training is training after all. Many comrades were on the battlefield for the first time and had serious lack of experimental experience.

Those enemy infantrymen who rushed out of trenches, craters, and even piles of corpses were really hard to defend against.

Faced with the devils' life-for-life fighting style, the casualties of troops at all levels were somewhat pessimistic. Almost every step forward had to pay a certain price.

The battle had been going on until now, and there was a hint of war again.

Looking at the real-time battle report sent back from the front line, the head of the 715th Regiment was furious. He picked up the phone beside him and issued new orders to the battalion and company levels.

"Have you forgotten what our advantage is? It's firepower! Play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses, understand?"

"The troops are equipped with so many mortars, and this time they brought a huge number of shells! You should use them!"

"We are no longer the Eighth Route Army of the past! Use shells to clear the way for me! As long as there is a suspected enemy in any position! First, bombard me to confirm the situation!"

After receiving the order from the regiment commander, each unit gave full play to the theory of superior firepower.

During the advancement, the company's 50mm mortars, the battalion's 60mm mortars, and the regiment's 81mm mortars performed well.

Once any organized resistance occurs, it will be quickly eliminated.

When encountering trenches or large-scale craters, first suppress the surrounding enemies with rifles and light and heavy machine guns. Then the infantry advances steadily, regardless of whether anyone throws grenades first.

When encountering a Japanese corpse, first shoot half a magazine with a submachine gun, and pretend to be dead to make him really dead.

Faced with the firepower of the 120th Division at all levels, the casualties of the Japanese soared. This is a crushing of logistics capabilities. How can a shovel at five steps beat a full support company with two guns at nine steps?

Even though some death squads used their comrades' lives as cover, only a few broke through the defense line, and even fewer devils could exchange their lives for their own.

The balance of victory has tilted towards their side, and Hu Zi Division Commander nodded with satisfaction. However, the political commissar did have some opinions. He pointed to the casualties column and said seriously:

"Our soldiers are still too kind. We should kill those inhumane Japanese beasts!"

"After this battle, we have to conduct special training. I don't want to let the hard-won recruits be exchanged for those worthless devils."

"Just now, the Third Army sent a message that they are ready to cooperate with us to launch a general attack!"

Hu Zi Division Commander nodded at the words of his own political commissar. The Eighth Route Army also had death squads in the early days of the war, but that was a helpless move due to the lack of heavy weapons.

Facing the enemy's firepower points, artillery towers and even tanks, there was no direct firepower and the soldiers could only rely on their lives.

To put it bluntly, at the critical moment of the big battle, our own death squads were even worse than the devils now.

However, the nature of the two sides is different. The enemy's high-level officials regard infantry as consumables and do not care about casualties at all.

And our comrades sacrificed themselves for their comrades, not to mention that everyone would try their best to protect themselves. No one would think of dying together from the beginning.

"Hey, those enemies have been brainwashed, and they have definitely taken drugs."

"We have arranged veterans in each unit. After experiencing this battle, the comrades will definitely grow up."

"Pass my order, let the troops at all levels launch a general attack! Join the Third Army to attack the remnants of the enemy! Try to end the battle before dark! It will be troublesome if it drags on until night."

"Yes!"

After receiving the order for the general attack, the various units doubled their firepower.

Under the baptism of mortars of various calibers, the mountain of Zhongtiao Mountain seemed to be shorter. In a sense, it is a bit difficult to find a complete body on the devil's position.

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West Line of Zhongtiao Mountain, Defense Line of the Third Army.

At this moment, the soldiers of the three divisions are in place. Even the 27th Division of the 80th Army next door had two regiment-level units that broke through the enemy's blockade and successfully joined forces.

After a short rest, the soldiers shook off their previous fatigue.

In the command post, except for Commander Inch of the 7th Division. A corps commander and two division commanders are all in place, and they are ready to cooperate with the 120th Division's attack.

"Commander, the Eighth Route Army is really rich."

"I just went to the forward observation post. They were really using artillery shells to clear the way every step of the way. Even the Japanese in 1937 didn't fight in such an exaggerated way."

"And the weapons they support are all good stuff! It's not like that bald man in the southwest who searches for and replenishes ammunition every time, just like sending a beggar away."

Hearing what his old subordinate said, Commander Tang glared at Commander Li without saying a word.

In fact, he understood the hidden meaning of the other party's words. It was nothing more than taking advantage of the opportunity to fight side by side to draw the relationship between the two parties closer. If possible, it would be better to join the other party directly.

But there are some things you can only think about, there are many secrets behind the scenes.

"Extremely rich? I think you eat too much meat!"

"Stop those dangerous ideas. Taking the troops to join the family now is just causing trouble for others!"

"I have just communicated with the 120th Division of the Eighth Route Army, and we will launch a general attack on the Japanese 36th and 37th Divisions in fifteen minutes! Let us avenge our brothers ourselves!"

"good!"

Boom boom boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, bursts of explosions came from the outside world.

The three people in the room rushed out immediately. Through the telescope, they saw the huge explosion smoke rising violently, kicking up soil debris on the front line.

Everyone present was an officer with rich combat experience and familiar with various types of artillery.

The explosion and lethality just now were definitely not caused by a missed attack by the Eighth Route Army. Judging from the sound and destructive power, it is most likely the Japanese Type 92 infantry cannon and Type 94 mountain cannon.

After a while, specific information was sent back from the front line.

"Commander! There are four thousand enemies in the northwest who are launching a fierce attack on our position!"

"The opponent should be a fresh force. Not only do they have more than a dozen cannons, but the infantry also has plenty of ammunition."

This news made Commander Tang very unhappy. The Japanese still dared to fight on two fronts. It was clear that they were treating their third army as a soft persimmon.

If you can't defeat the Eighth Route Army from the front, you will leave behind the troops. The elite troops broke out southward, trying to enter Zhongtiao Mountain to join the rest of the divisions.

"Order troops at all levels to defend their positions! This is just a fight between trapped beasts of the enemy!"

"As long as we persist for two hours, the friendly forces will definitely join us! Then we can eat all the enemy forces! Execute the order!"

"yes!"

I probably won’t be able to go out in the early morning of the 15th. It’s been too hard to stay up late these days, and I can’t stand it anymore.