Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

May 21, 1941, two o'clock in the afternoon.

Compared with the period of the Hundred Regiments War, the defenses in Niangzi Pass have been improved by more than one level now.

The Japanese defenders repaired the situation and built several new semi-permanent fortifications at the railway station at the foot of the mountain.

In order to prevent the Eighth Route Army from direct fire from the Type 92 infantry artillery, even the materials for building bunkers and gun towers were changed from the original bricks, wood and stones to stronger steel and cement.

In a sense, the entire train station became like a prickly tortoise shell.

The fortifications on the pass are even more exaggerated. The Japanese army not only repaired the original city gate tower and four gun towers, but also built two bunkers on the edge of the cliff.

Once someone attacks, the defenders can counterattack from 360 degrees without blind spots.

After learning from the last experience and lessons, the Japs left sufficient manpower throughout Niangziguan.

Even if there are troops out on patrol, sufficient infantry will be stationed at each firing port in the fortifications, and even the ammunition depot will have dedicated personnel in charge.

Kong Jie looked at the watch on his hand. Attacking Niangzi Pass was a return visit to his old place, but his mood and strength were completely different now.

In August last year, their whole regiment only had a modified version of the Type 92 infantry gun, and the mortar was only 60 mm. Compared with the Japanese, the only thing worthy of praise is infantry light weapons.

Now, Lao Kong patted Miss 75's tall nose, with an expression similar to Wang Yousheng's.

"Be prepared for battle, and fire directly after receiving the signal from Deputy Commander Xing!"

"Our three infantry battalions will buy enough time for your artillery! We also have enough artillery shells, just call them one by one!"

As a red signal flare took off, the artillery company commander of the independent regiment immediately pulled the match rope.

This comrade was the platoon leader who used the modified version of the Type 92 infantry gun to aim at A, hit B and kill C during the Hundred Regiments War.

After a month of training at the brigade headquarters, his skills improved by leaps and bounds. Coupled with the data and intelligence provided by the 1st Marine Regiment, every artillery shell is naturally guaranteed.

I saw the muzzle of the M18 cannon shining in the wind, and a high-explosive round directly hit the target.

The blockhouse on the left side of the main entrance of Niangziguan Railway Station was swallowed up by a big fireball, and it looked like a burning coffin.

The Japanese army's response was not slow. A squadron qualified to guard important transportation nodes must have two brushes.

The Japanese guard in charge was obviously a seasoned veteran. He judged the approximate location of the independent regiment's artillery positions based solely on his ears and experience gained from many battles.

Two minutes later, the two squadrons at Niangziguan Railway Station completed their assembly.

Although there must be an enemy ambush outside, a rash attack is likely to cause heavy casualties. But allowing the enemy to fire down the fortifications is no different from chronic suicide.

"Quick! To the southwest of the target! Enemy artillery position! Charge!"

"Keep your eyes open! Be careful of enemy ambush! It must be the Eighth Route Army! Any area suitable for an ambush must be investigated!"

After the Japs from the two squadrons set off, they first sent out a force to explore the road.

The two squadrons stationed at Niangziguan Railway Station are both subordinate units of the B Division. They have rich experience and sufficient combat power. After more than half a year of exploration, they have long been familiar with the surrounding environment.

But here comes the problem, Kong Jie doesn't play according to the routine at all.

The Independent Regiment built a support-point circular defensive position directly on a high slope. Soldiers are organized into companies, and each company can form three support points.

These support points are all set on high ground that is easy to guard and control the main roads. A company-level position can form a tripod, capable of supporting and coordinating each other.

In order to confuse the enemy, Kong Jie also set up false positions on the front line and in the position.

Within the entire circular defense position, soldiers built civil bunkers, shelters, and A-shaped fortifications.

Although it is a temporary product, there is absolutely no problem in protecting against artillery shells below 105 mm.

Coupled with trenches, communication trenches, and trenches, it is simply a flesh-and-blood millstone. Even the French during World War I had to knock two of them before leaving.

When the Japs came to the position, they were all dumbfounded. Who is the attacker?

Our two squadrons combined have less than 400 people, so why can we enjoy such luxurious treatment? In one night, there is an additional position in front of your house. Are you all engineers?

It's a pity that the current situation has no chance to curse. Miss 75 is a rapid-fire cannon. If the Japanese hesitate for a moment, the entire railway station's defenses will be pulled down.

"What a black card! Onboard!"

Half an hour later, the last Japanese soldier stepped on a mine. At the same time, the 1st Marine Regiment in the pass also ended the battle. This transportation fortress running through Shanxi and Hebei provinces was officially captured by the Eighth Route Army.

It's not that the enemy has never thought of asking for help, but it's a pity that he has no troops to mobilize.

At this time, telegrams for help from various strongholds across the province flew like snowflakes to the Taiyuan headquarters.

Looking at the pile of requests for tactical guidance on the table in front of him, Iwamatsu Yoshio fell into a daze, feeling as if he didn't know what year it was. He had talked with Yoshio Shinozuka before taking office, and the current situation was even worse.

The signal soldier who was waiting for the order saw that his commander was acting like an senile person, and couldn't help but whisper:

"Your Majesty Lieutenant General?"

"What to do next?"

Yoshio Iwamatsu punched the table, and he almost roared: "What should I do? I also want to know what to do! I only have one independent mixed brigade left in the First Army, what can I do!"

"Order! Troops at all levels go into the mountains! Run as much as you can!"

"Before you leave! Take away the roads, railways, bridges, transportation and all strategic materials if you can. If you can't take them away, they will be blown up!"

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Eighth Route Army Headquarters, Southeast Shanxi Airport!

At 2:30 in the afternoon, a Spitfire, twenty-two Hurricanes and a Fighter landed. With the sound of the piston engine stalling, the twenty-four fighter jets stopped on the runway one after another.

Since the hurricane's cockpit is not as agile as the Spitfire's bubble type, and the pilot's rearward vision is not as good as the Spitfire's, the comrades who fly the Hurricane in the Air Division prefer to fly with the canopy open.

As soon as he got off the plane, Fang Ziyi stretched his body on the spot.

"Captain, can you let me fly your Spitfire once? The 12 Browning machine guns are very good, but it's a pity that they can't produce the feeling of flesh and blood flying like the Western artillery."

"I heard from Principal Chang that the new Spitfire will not be in place until the end of the year. You can let me experience it in advance."

If someone else had made this application, Captain Wang Hai would definitely reject it without hesitation. But the person in front of him was Fang Ziyi, and the two had an inexplicable relationship.

In addition, there are no enemy aircraft in the entire Jin Province, and the other party is also an old comrade, so there is nothing wrong with letting him feel refreshed.

After seeing his captain nod, Fang Ziyi suddenly cheered happily. At the border aviation school before, many instructors who came back from the border had tried flying the Spitfire and were very familiar with the Spitfire.

Finally able to fight with his new toy, the North China Eagle quickly ran to the ground crewman.

"Uncle Zhang, there is no need to bring the auxiliary fuel tank this time."

"Help me load up all the machine guns, cannons, aerial bombs and red sun rockets! I want the little devils to feel what real happiness is!"

In this battle, the main task of the 1st Air Division is to cooperate with the 1st Marine Regiment to complete the attack on the enemy's airport. They are all fighting within the province. With the Spitfire's range, there is no need to carry auxiliary fuel tanks.

The target closest to Shanxi Southeast Airport does not even take twenty minutes from takeoff to arrival at the front line.

After using up all the mounted weapons, the light weight makes the return trip faster, and the trip only takes a little more than half an hour.

As for the Japanese anti-aircraft weapons? Those few small-caliber anti-aircraft guns had little impact on the First Air Division.

What's more, the enemy has not had the opportunity to use field anti-aircraft weapons for a long time. Faced with a sudden fighter jet, if he can shoot down one, it will be like smoke rising from his ancestors' graves.

You can't count on the Type 92 heavy machine gun and crooked handle to defeat a fighter with thick health and high defense.

However, the mission of the First Air Division is still somewhat difficult. After all, the superiors require that the runway not be damaged too seriously.

After the ground troops eliminate the defenders, the Yongbei Airport and field airports in Shanxi Province will become their own. If it blows up, it will take time and effort to repair it.

Now the name North China Eagle is not only circulated among the Japanese, but also among our own comrades who use this nickname to ridicule Fang Ziyi.

After hearing the other party's request, the ground crew all smiled.

"Okay, I know you like to attack the ground the most! We promise to load up the ammunition for you, and then you can help the big guy kill a few more Japs to vent his anger!"

"good!"

After resting for half an hour, the preparation work of the fighter jets was gradually completed.

After everyone gathered, Captain Wang Hai said: "Everyone has worked hard. With one more round we can paralyze all the enemy's airports."

After experiencing the battle of Zhongtiao Mountain, the soldiers of the First Kong Division became as strong as iron men. The round trip of the mission just now only took half an hour, so naturally I didn't feel tired.

What's more, there is no need for air combat during the attack, and there is no need to maneuver to avoid anti-aircraft fire.

The only thing you need to do is dive to drop the bomb, pull up and dive to straf. The whole process is very relaxing, and the next four or five times will not burden the body.

After receiving a positive reply, everyone came to the hangar together.

Twenty-four fighter jets loaded with ammunition and refueled are ready to take off at any time.

About twenty minutes later, the North China Eagle returned to the battlefield.

Accompanied by the air defense siren, six Type 97 fighter jets hurriedly took off to fight.

The Japanese pilots were also unlucky. They had just escaped from Jincheng Airport, and there were only a few people left in the entire squadron. Just as he was about to retreat to Taiyuan after refueling, he was hit head-on by Captain Wang Hai.

When 079 and 192 appear at the same time, it basically means that no place in the sky or on earth is safe.

With almost no chance of survival, all six Type 97 fighters chose to avoid 079 and launched a final charge towards 192.

After all, that 192 killed countless ground units. If you can make some contribution before dying, using your own life to replace a devil seems to be a good choice.

But they didn't know that Captain Wang Hai and Fang Ziyi had changed cars.

Facing six climbing Type 97 fighters, the 192 Hurricane used its energy advantage to volley and destroy an enemy plane. Then he made a complicated maneuver and successfully circled to the enemy's six o'clock position.

Before dying, the Japanese pilot widened his eyes.

"Baga! Why is this happening! Don't they all say that 192's air combat capabilities are average?"

"Killing two of our own fighter jets in one round. At this level, you tell me it's just mediocre and can only lick the ground? Damn the intelligence department! You are all the worms of my younger brother's country!"

After dealing with the enemy aircraft, twenty-four fighter jets began to attack the ground under the guidance of the 1st Marine Regiment.

After the dive, bombs of different weights landed accurately on the Japanese garrison positions outside the airport. Each explosion of fire symbolized death.

On the ground, even if the Japanese positions had anti-cannon holes, their formations were spread out. But in the face of such intensive bombing, there were still heavy deaths and wailing everywhere.

"idiot!"

"Why are there so many enemy planes! Where are all our army aviation dead!"

After hearing what his sergeant said, a surviving soldier replied weakly: "I heard that most of them died in Zhongtiao Mountain, and a small number of them were sent thousands of miles away to die in Luoyang."

Just as the Japanese Lieutenant Colonel was about to reward his men with two big cocks for fighting, several loud charging horns sounded from all around.

Zhao Gang led a battalion of the 1st Marine Regiment and regiment-level troops under the New 10th Brigade and launched an attack on Yuncheng Airport!

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Taiyuan, First Army Headquarters

In the communication room, Yoshio Iwamatsu paced back and forth, like an ant on a hot pot, and anyone could see the impatience in his heart.

Suddenly, a signal soldier stumbled in. Because he was too anxious, he tripped over the threshold and fell to the ground in a very embarrassed state.

But the old devil did not blame his men for their impoliteness. Instead, he pulled him up, and then asked hurriedly:

"How many troops responded to my call? Where is the Eighth Route Army now?"

From the moment Okamura Neji left, Yoshio Iwamatsu ordered the surviving soldiers across the province to move to Taiyuan with weapons, ammunition and living supplies.

The strength of the Eighth Route Army is really too strong. The 129th Division entrenched in southeastern Shanxi alone is not an opponent that the remnants of their First Army can match.

In order to prevent a situation like the Hundred Regiments War from being divided and surrounded, it is obviously a wiser choice to defend Taiyuan City.

After all, judging from the experience of my brother's army, it is difficult for a solid city wall to be blown down.

There is a saying that the M18 cannon of the Eighth Route Army is very powerful in field battles. But when facing a city wall of several meters or even ten meters, a caliber of only 75 mm is simply not enough.

Back then, they used the Type 89 150mm heavy cannon and it took a lot of effort to conquer the city wall.

After hearing the question from his immediate superior, the Japanese communications soldier didn't even have the time to salute. He directly opened the roster in his hand and began to report the intelligence.

"Report to your Excellency, Commander! Troops within fifty miles from Taiyuan City are returning one after another!"

"But more than 90% of the county defenders bordering the Eighth Route Army's base in southeastern Shanxi have lost contact with the headquarters."

"Based on the intelligence provided by Ttech, we have reason to judge that most of the warriors did not successfully transfer in. There is a high probability that they were intercepted by the Eighth Route Army."

The ideal is very full, but the reality is very skinny.

Iwamatsu Yoshio thought he had given the order very quickly, but he did not expect to be chased and intercepted by the Eighth Route Army. There is nothing that can be done about this. There are simply too many people on the other side.

With the attitude of giving it a try, the old devil asked a strange question:

"Is there any news on the dynamics of the Jinsui Army? Are they sending troops to put pressure near the Eighth Route Army base area?"

"Did the agents lurking in the county that were given to Yan Baichuan send back any valuable news?"

This was obviously a case of emergency medical treatment. No matter how the Jin clique moved around, it was still a force of the Republic of China. When the North China Front suffered a major defeat, it was impossible for the opponent to jump back.

What's more, the Eighth Route Army is now gaining momentum. Who dares to cause trouble for them?

Surprisingly, the signal soldier quickly gave a firm answer.

"Report to the commander! No!"

"According to the news from intelligence personnel, the Shanxi clique even took the initiative to show weakness to the Eighth Route Army and has sent envoys to the base area in southeastern Shanxi."

Although he had already guessed the result, the bitter fact still disappointed Yoshio Iwamatsu.

At this point, even if their First Army and the Jinsui Army were put together, it would be useless. They were no match for the Eighth Route Army.

I was warned again today~