Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

"Cavalry Company! Attack!"

Following Sun Desheng's order, each vehicle crew immediately called on the long-awaited infantry squad and launched an attack on the Japanese a few hundred meters away.

Facts have proved that, facing enemies scattered in every corner of the battlefield, the firepower of the Cicada tank, which is only equipped with a parallel machine gun, is slightly insufficient.

If replaced by Xie Mantou with three machine guns, the soldiers of the 1st Marine Regiment would definitely be much more relaxed.

"Jiao Shougui! Who told you to turn left and take a detour?"

"Isn't there just two undead Japs? Either you go directly over them yourself, or you ask the gunner to sweep them away for you!"

"What you just did will expose the infantry behind us! Being kind to the enemy on the battlefield is cruel to your own people! Next time this happens again, you kid will go back to being an infantryman!"

"yes!"

Although the comrades have experienced sufficient training before the war, there are still some problems in driving a tank to attack for the first time.

The little episode just now did not affect everyone's relationship. On the contrary, it slightly improved the tacit understanding of the entire crew. After this battle is over, the soldiers of the combat mobile company will inevitably become qualified armored soldiers.

"Boom!"

During the advancement process, Sun Desheng's crew members first heard a crisp sound, and at the same time, the car body also experienced abnormal vibrations.

Faced with the sudden attack, they were not overwhelmed or nervous.

"The enemy has anti-tank weapons! Find them quickly!"

The infantry squad operating with the vehicle performed very well, and its squad leader discovered the target immediately. He first ordered the machine gunner to use tracer bullets to guide the tank gunner, and then shouted through the communicator:

"Direction eleven o'clock!"

Following the trajectory of the light machine gun, Sun Desheng also saw the Japanese hiding near the wreckage of the Type 97 tank.

Thanks to the Eighth Route Army's excellent intelligence network, he recognized the Type 97 20mm anti-tank rifle used by the opponent at a glance.

That thing can penetrate 30 mm of armor at a distance of 200 meters. If it gets closer, it can really penetrate the front of the Cicada tank.

"Infantry fire suppression! Don't let the opponent have a second chance to shoot."

"Ren Dakai! Load high-explosive bombs! Directly shoot them! Don't be reluctant to use artillery shells! When they are all fired, a transport plane will airdrop replenishment for us!"

Following Sun Desheng's order, three nearby tanks stopped at the same time and aimed at the target. The gunner loaded a high-explosive round into the tank cannon as quickly as possible.

"boom!"

Three guns were fired in unison, and a tattered corpse was blown into the air. There were even three Japanese soldiers whose whole bodies were on fire who ran out from behind the wreckage of the Type 97 medium tank.

Just as the parallel machine guns and infantrymen were preparing to recharge, Sun Desheng spoke up in time to stop them.

"Don't worry about those burning Japs, they may just feel a little cold. Everyone, focus on moving forward!"

In the ensuing battle, the combat mobile company never encountered any heavy weapons or anti-tank weapons.

With the 38 big cover and crooked handles alone, the Japanese infantry cannot threaten the Cicada tank at all. It is only a matter of time before the battlefield is cleared.

During the march, Sun Desheng always held the communicator slightly out of the hatch cover to control the overall situation.

Under his command, the 71st Tank Regiment had no chance to organize an effective suicide attack, nor could it even come close.

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Looking at the battlefield in the distance, Commander Li had many emotions in his heart.

Under the coordinated tactics of infantry and tanks, the attack of the fighter mobile company can be described as overwhelming. The remaining Japanese on the battlefield have no way to deal with the tanks.

No matter whether it is a rifle, light machine gun or anti-tank rifle, it cannot penetrate the frontal armor of the Cicada.

The 37mm tank gun can destroy almost any enemy, even if it is hiding behind the wreckage of the Type 97 medium tank.

"Damn it, is this how the devil felt back then?"

"Just a light tank can bring such a huge improvement to the army. If there are medium tanks in the future, wouldn't it be possible to defeat the Kwantung Army?"

As soon as these words came out, Chen Jieshan on the side also nodded.

Although he is a lieutenant general, he has never commanded an armored force. Today is the first time he has watched his own tank combat at close range.

As a soldier, how could he not be interested in advanced equipment?

At this moment, the direct artillery company of the 1st Marine Regiment came to the two of them, pulling six strange weapons that looked like farm tools.

That's right, the secret weapon prepared by Huanghe is the 107mm lightweight towed rocket launcher.

Compared with the Red Arrow, it is more maneuverable. The whole cannon vividly interprets the essence of the idea of ​​​​people carrying horses on horseback. A group of five people can carry sixteen disassembled parts.

As a rocket launcher, the 107 Fire undoubtedly has extremely strong explosive power. It can fire twelve rounds of artillery shells at once within ten seconds, and the projection volume at full firepower is comparable to a howitzer battalion.

In Huanghe's plan, the weapon will be decentralized to the regiment level in the coming days.

As long as each infantry regiment is equipped with six 107 guns, even the firepower of the basic regiment can suppress the Japanese wing in a short time. After all, this is a big treasure that almost made it difficult for the Zumwalt-class destroyer to be born.

Looking at the strange weapons he had never seen before, Chen Jieshan's expression became extremely exciting.

Today he saw so many new things that were beyond his knowledge that he once wondered if he was living in a dream. Moreover, the Eighth Route Army did not shy away from the 35th Army during the battle. This situation made the preserved fruit lieutenant general unable to stop thinking about it.

Could it be?

The Eighth Route Army wants to arrest itself?

In fact, Lao Li's idea is very simple. A lion must fight a rabbit with all his strength, not to mention that the current enemies are still two special groups.

When the last Type 97 medium tank that rushed into the position was blown up by the soldiers using the 40mm fire in their hands, Commander Li immediately picked up the portable communicator and ordered:

"Hit me! Blow him, son of a bitch!"

"The first and second battalions are ready to fight! Come with me and rush forward to kill the enemy's infantry!"

"Notify Sun Desheng! Let them chase the Japanese cavalry after the bombardment is over! Then send electricity to the escort formation and ask Captain Wang Hai to assist the combat mobile company in combat."

Following the loud orders, the entire marine group instantly changed from thick shields to unsheathed swords.

The first to take action was naturally the artillery company directly under the regiment. They aimed their 107 fire at the 14th Cavalry Regiment four kilometers ahead, and then completed the unified firing under the command of the company commander.

"Boohoo!"

Six rocket launchers lined up in a row opened fire almost at the same time. Each 107mm rocket weighing 18.8 kilograms flew towards the Japanese with a long tail flame.

The surging air waves stir up countless dust, and even a layman will feel that the momentum is extraordinary.

Nine seconds later, all seventy-two rockets roared out.

Seemingly thinking of something important, Captain Li turned to Lieutenant General Li Guo beside him and said:

"Commander Chen, get your cavalry and infantry ready to go! Your mission is very simple! Kill the troops stationed in Mongolia who have no ability to resist for us."

"We have rules, so we have to trouble you to do this kind of thing."

"Don't worry about the casualties. The soldiers of our 1st Marine Regiment will definitely rush in front of your 35th Army."

Although the commander of the Eighth Route Army in front of him was just a colonel, for some reason Chen Jieshan was unable to resist his personality charm. After hearing Li Yunlong's arrangement, he subconsciously replied without even thinking:

"Received! Guaranteed to complete the task!"

"Captain Li, please rest assured! There have never been cowards in the troops of the Eighth War Zone! We will definitely follow your lead."

The whole conversation between the two made Zhao Gang smile knowingly. During the Battle of Zhongtiao Mountain, his regiment commander once commanded a division of preserved fruit soldiers. Now it's even more exaggerated, and everyone in the war zone obeys his orders.

If this continues, Li Yunlong will poach all the bald men.

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Since the speed of the war horses was slightly slower than that of the tanks, the 14th Cavalry Regiment did not keep pace with the 71st Chariot Regiment during the attack.

It was a blessing in disguise that they could live a little longer for the time being.

Looking at those Cicada tanks killing everyone, Zentaro Kawasaki's eyes were full of disbelief and fear.

"Is this what people in the Republic of China felt like back then?"

As a cavalryman, the old devil was naturally repelled by Tie Liao, but that didn't mean he didn't understand how powerful a well-trained armored force was in combat.

The tank that can easily kill nearly ten Type 97 medium tanks must be a secret weapon studied by the Eighth Route Army in order to attack Suiyuan. The hundreds of cavalry under his command are definitely no match for others.

Although it is not known what means the Eighth Route Army used to send the tanks to the battlefield, their regiment must now consider how to retreat smoothly.

That's a tank. You can't go head-to-head with armored troops with sabers and lances. Killing a tank with a saber is something only a lunatic would do.

"Send power to Lieutenant General Nishihara immediately, and be sure to report the Eighth Route Army's possession of tanks back to the headquarters!"

"Throw away all heavy weapons and baggage and pack lightly. You are not allowed to bring anything except the dry food and ammunition you carry with you! Move the front team to the rear team! Everyone retreat immediately!"

"I don't believe that the tanks of the Eighth Route Army can combine firepower and speed!"

In Zentaro Kawasaki's opinion, at least a tank of the same type must be able to penetrate the frontal armor of the Type 97 medium tank.

The maximum speed of our Type 97 is 38 kilometers per hour. Even if the tanks of the Eighth Route Army are more powerful, they cannot exceed 45 kilometers per hour.

In this way, he still has a high probability of successfully escaping.

But just when the entire regiment was about to speed up, a ball of red fire that was more dazzling than the noon sun appeared in the sky. They streaked across the wreckage of the 71st Tank Regiment, spreading in an arc towards the only way to retreat.

The graceful arc looks like a fiery red steel waterfall.

"Boom boom boom!"

The explosion was like a thunderous roar, instantly causing the Japs cavalry near the impact point to lose their hearing, and streams of blood flowed from their ears.

Unfortunately, the pain could not last long.

As the earth shook and the mountains shook, bursts of exploding fireballs bloomed in the ranks of the 14th Cavalry Regiment, creating an insurmountable sea of ​​death.

Although the current 107 Fire is still in the experimental stage, neither the hit rate nor the stability have reached Huanghe's original expectations.

But quantity can make up for the lack of quality. As long as there are enough cannonballs, you won't have to worry about missing. What's more, poor dispersion is not entirely a shortcoming. The artillery attack also depends on fate.

With just one salvo, hundreds of war horses were swallowed up by flames and explosions.

Even the cavalry, which is famous for its mobility, cannot escape the fate of being turned into charred coals and minced meat.

It is worth mentioning that the queue of the 14th Cavalry Regiment was mixed with many logistics vehicles of the 71st Tank Regiment.

Some trucks have not yet had time to unload the fuel and ammunition prepared for the armored forces.

Those flammable and explosive materials became the perfect explosive materials at this time, and the chain-like explosions saved the soldiers of the Marine Regiment a lot of trouble.

"Baga! What kind of artillery is this!"

"Quick! Give Lieutenant General Nishihara another chance to generate electricity! Report all the current situation!"

"That's right! We must put all the blame on that loser Isamu Yokoyama! Our alliance has suffered such serious losses, and we must find a scapegoat with a suitable identity."

Since Zentaro Kawasaki had been staying at the rear of the team, the shelling just now did not cost him his life.

At this time, the old devil was whipping the horses under him with a riding crop while giving orders to the communications staff officer on the left. Until now, he still felt that he could return to the station smoothly.

It is not difficult to understand why the blame was passed on. After all, the two regiments had nearly a thousand horses and fifty-two tanks of various types when they set off.

Fortunately now, not only was the 71st Chariot Regiment wiped out, but only a hundred or so of his own cavalry were left. If Hengshan Yong had not been blamed, he might have committed seppuku after returning home.

Anyway, the dead person can't speak, so it's up to him to decide how to explain.

"Your Majesty Colonel! Something bad has happened!"

"Look behind you! The enemy tanks are approaching rapidly! If this continues, we will definitely be overtaken by the Eighth Route Army!"

As soon as these words came out, Kawasaki Zentaro turned around to check with surprise.

I saw twenty-four tanks chasing behind them. From the black smoke behind them, it was easy to see that the other side was advancing at full speed.

As cavalry, the surviving Japs are very sensitive to speed.

Just by observing with the naked eye, they could see that the speed of the Eighth Route Army's armored forces was no less than fifty kilometers per hour. This astonishing fact made Zentaro Kawasaki desperate.

In order to increase their speed, they had just lost all their heavy weapons.

Without field artillery and rapid-fire artillery, people like myself are no match for tanks, and they don't even have the ability to fight back.

"Baga! What kind of monster is this! Why can it combine firepower and speed at the same time! Is this a light tank or a medium tank?"

"Run! Keep running! Everyone run separately! There are not many Eighth Route Army tanks! There are only twenty-four! If we run separately, we still have a chance to survive!"

After hearing the order from their captain, the surviving Japs immediately split up into teams of several.

It's a pity that in addition to the tanks behind them, the Blenheim fighter jets in the sky will not let them go.

Faced with the coordinated gangster style of air and ground, Kawasaki Zentaro hesitated for a moment, then turned around and charged towards the Cicada tank, waving his saber.

"What a black card! Onboard!"

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