Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Chapter 312 Renault R35 + Soma S35?

"Comrades! Get ready!"

With Li Yunlong's order, the first Shanxi Human-Machine Tug of War Competition officially began.

Dozens of soldiers stood in order from high to low. They wore gloves and goggles and grabbed the cable on the tail of the Blenheim fighter. They only waited for their commander to give the order again before they started to exert force.

"pull!"

After receiving the final order, everyone straightened their front legs and lunged with their back legs, and their overall center of gravity fell backwards.

At the same time, Captain Wang Hai started the engine and slowly pushed the throttle lever, trying to give the fighter jet greater thrust when it started to taxi.

The above operation can be called a human ejection start, or a fixed-point takeoff on a short runway.

Since the Blenheim is a rear three-point fighter, improper operation during afterburner will cause it to fall over. The pilot must make various adjustments based on the real-time status of the vehicle.

At this stage, there are definitely no more than twenty people in the Kongyi Division with this level of technology.

Looking at the various instruments in front of him and feeling the shaking of the fighter fuselage, Captain Wang Hai picked up the communicator and shouted to the comrades of the 1st Marine Regiment:

"put!"

The moment they received the instruction, the soldiers of the 1st Marine Regiment gave up almost at the same time, and everyone fell to the ground due to inertia.

After a short taxiing, the Blenheim fighter took off smoothly with minimal resistance and maximum acceleration, and there was no problem with the landing gear on the left wing.

After a while, Captain Wang Hai returned to the formation with the crew members and Qilu and a half.

Dozens of aircraft of various types quickly climbed to altitude and flew neatly toward the border airport in the southwest.

"Commander Chen, do your 35th Army plan to return to the Houtao area by yourself next? Or will you temporarily accompany our 1st Marine Regiment and advance towards Anbei together?"

Hearing Li Yunlong's voice, Chen Jieshan withdrew his gaze from the retreating escort formation.

After his eldest brother safely evacuated the battlefield, his first priority became to protect as many troops as possible. After all, leading troops to defect and changing camps alone were two different concepts.

Considering that there is a certain probability that the Mongolian army will continue to send troops to search, the preserved lieutenant general hesitated for a moment and replied:

"If possible, I hope to continue to follow the 1st Marine Regiment. Suiyuan is barely the home of the Eighth War Zone. Having the 35th Army leading the way can save you a lot of trouble."

"If anything involves the secrets of your department, I will definitely lead my soldiers to avoid it in advance."

"Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask, and don't look at things you shouldn't see. I know all these things, so you can rest assured, Captain Li."

This answer was completely within Li Yunlong's expectation. Anyone could tell that the other party wanted to change sides. He first smiled and nodded, and then motioned to Zhao Gang to receive the friendly troops.

Professional matters must be looked at by professionals, and he can rest assured when his own political commissar handles his affairs.

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One day later, the headquarters of the Mongolian Army.

Compared with before, today's combat conference room was very deserted and the atmosphere was a little heavy. The big and small staff members have disappeared, only three people are discussing something.

"Nishihara-kun, you really disappoint me."

"Commander Gangcun paid a lot of money to expand the cavalry group. Not only did he use the contacts he had accumulated in the past, he even made a slightly loss-making business with the Kwantung Army."

"But you were lucky. Not only did the 1st Marine Regiment of the Eighth Route Army rescue the dying Seven and a Half Soldiers under our noses, but you also lost two special regiments at once."

"If the current momentum continues to develop, sooner or later our troops stationed in Mongolia will become a shame to the North China Front. You need to reflect on it."

Looking at Issaku Nishihara who was silent in front of him, the current commander of the Mongolian Army Garrison Jutaro Amakasu frowned involuntarily.

Although the two are nominally superior and subordinate, they have the same military rank, both lieutenant generals.

If we speak too harshly now, it will definitely affect future coordinated operations and pave the way for the outcome of the entire battle.

What's more, the other party is very sincere. Not only did he come all the way from Baotou to Zhangjiakou to report on his work, but he also kept his attitude very low as soon as he entered the door.

With such an apologetic look, even if I have a temper, I won't be able to get angry.

For the sake of the overall situation, Amakasu Jutaro had no choice but to hold his nose and take the initiative to excuse his colleagues.

"Hey, I can't blame you entirely for this."

"If it weren't for the two captains who were eager for quick success and determined to disobey your orders and continue to pursue the Eighth Theater, the cavalry group would not have suffered a major blow."

"I will truthfully report the situation to Commander Gangcun and secure a certain amount of additional troops for you."

As soon as these words came out, Nishihara Issei finally had an expression on his face.

Originally, chasing down the remnants of the 35th Army was a good job. After all, the enemy had caused trouble to the Mongolian troops stationed in the Suiyuan area in recent years and was a thorn in the side of the entire North China Front.

Whoever can kill seven and a half will definitely become the winner in life with promotion and salary increase.

But who would have thought that Cheng Yaojin, a marine regiment, would suddenly appear midway. They not only descended from the sky and robbed the pursuit target, but also used incredible methods to kill two regiments.

Thinking of this, Nishihara Issei suddenly felt that the mere two colonels were not enough to take the blame for him.

So he stared at the commander of the intelligence department with fierce and hateful eyes, as if he was the culprit responsible for the defeat of the war.

"The empire invests a lot of real money in the intelligence department every year. That amount of money is not just to support a group of useless people who only eat dry food."

"Five months have passed since the Battle of Central Plains. Your Intelligence Section has only obtained the name of the commander of the 1st Marine Regiment. There is not even a shadow of the opponent's basic establishment and personnel ratio."

"Now the Eighth Route Army has quietly created an armored force. What use do I need from you losers?"

Hearing the scolding from his superior, the captain of the intelligence department could only bow his head and respond. If you dare to show any dissatisfaction now, you will definitely end up with a big cock fight eating all you can.

He has to bear the blame even if he doesn't want to. Intelligence is very important in modern warfare, and sometimes it can even become the decisive factor in making a final decision.

As for the matter of collecting intelligence, the Japanese commander could only say that he would do his best to obey fate.

The Eighth Route Army now manages the entire Shanxi Province like an iron barrel. Basically, the agents sent out never return, and cannot obtain any valuable intelligence at all.

Even the name of the leader of the 1st Marine Regiment was obtained from preserved fruit.

"Hey! That's what you taught me!"

"Next, our Intelligence Section will continue to work hard to collect information about the Eighth Route Army's airborne troops and armored troops as soon as possible!"

"Long live my brother country, Japan, and long live His Majesty the Locust!"

The loud slogans did not relieve Jutaro Amakasu's pressure, but made the old Japanese feel even more melancholy. He first sighed deeply, and then came to the strategic situation map.

The original sphere of influence of the troops stationed in Mongolia was divided into three parts, namely southern Chahar, northern Shanxi and eastern Suiyuan.

With the Eighth Route Army's surge in strength and gradual counterattack, the Datong area has been recovered by the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region, one of the three main forces, and the Japanese army has completely lost control of Shanxi.

Being able to become a commander, Jutaro Amakasu is naturally not someone who just takes beatings.

The old Japanese first mobilized troops from the troops directly under the North China Front Army, and then took advantage of the Eighth Route Army's break to recuperate and decisively attacked, driving away the Seven and a Half Route Army and completely occupying the entire Suiyuan area.

For the current troops stationed in Mongolia, how to defend the vast Suiyuan is the top priority.

After all, Chahar has a geographical advantage. The Kwantung Army and the troops directly under the North China Front can send troops to support at any time. Once the Eighth Route Army rushes to attack, it will be surrounded on three sides.

The situation in Suiyuan is even worse. There are large areas of grassland and desert there, making it difficult to establish strongholds for garrisoning.

If the Eighth Route Army can secretly dispatch an armored force from the west into the hinterland, there is a high probability that they will be taken away by the opponent in one wave.

Therefore, for Jutaro Amakasu, figuring out the model of the enemy tank and making corresponding plans is the top priority.

"Nishihara-kun, if I remember correctly, the 71st Tank Regiment under your command should be equipped with Type 95 light tanks and Type 97 medium tanks."

"If the Eighth Route Army can defeat Yokoyama Isamu's troops, it will definitely need to use light tanks + medium tanks. Judging from past experience, the opponent has a high probability of using French tanks or British tanks."

"Whether it is Valentine plus Matilda, or the combination of Renault R35 plus Soma S35, it seems that they can easily tear through the defense line of our armored forces."

As soon as these words came out, the two fell into a dead silence.

Although they are in a relatively comfortable Asian battlefield, as senior officers they naturally have some understanding of Europe's advanced tanks.

It is also a light tank plus a medium tank. Neither of the above combinations is an opponent they can match. Once a tank war breaks out in the Suiyuan area, those crappy gadgets of ours are likely to become war blacksmiths.

At that time, three to seven will definitely be the final outcome. The Eighth Route Army's three punches will directly let the Mongolian army pass the first seven.

After a minute, it was Nishihara Issei who could not hold his breath. He spoke first and broke the silence.

"Mr. Amakame, I think that before we know the specific information about the enemy tanks, we should try our best to use Army Aviation to target the armored units of the Eighth Route Army."

"It is indeed a villain's behavior to launch an attack from the air, but we have to admit the efficiency of fighter planes in ground attacks."

"When I have specific information, or even capture an enemy tank, I will personally suggest to Commander Gangcun that we strive to develop a targeted individual anti-tank weapon locally."

After hearing his colleague's suggestion, Jutaro Amakasu nodded subconsciously.

Based on his understanding of the Eighth Route Army, whenever a new weapon appears in the opponent's army, it will often become standard equipment soon.

My own army stationed in Mongolia still has about a hundred tanks, so why should I start a tank war with others?

Thinking of this, the old devil suddenly had an idea and thought of a new idea.

Now the Eighth Route Army has an absolute advantage in equipment, and the two provinces of Suiyuan and Hebei are mostly plains. A blind defense will sooner or later be penetrated by air-ground coordination and infantry-tank coordination.

Rather than being gradually cannibalized, it is better to try to take the initiative to attack and use Shanxi's terrain to smooth out the gap in weapons between the two sides as much as possible.

Although this was only a possibility, the more Jutaro Amakasu thought about it, the more reliable it became, so he said to Issaku Nishihara beside him with a little excitement:

"What do you think about us taking the initiative?"

"If we are the offensive side, we can dispatch six divisions and five independent mixed brigades in one go. Coupled with the Kwantung Army's Army Aviation, that's hundreds of thousands of troops plus hundreds of aircraft."

"We haven't counted the Imperial Alliance Army yet. It won't be a problem to gather an army of 200,000 by then."

Such a bold idea made Nishihara Issaku break into a cold sweat.

The above-mentioned troops are already the entire assets of the North China Front Army. The last time so many troops were gathered, it was to deal with the national army in the Zhongtiao Mountain area.

Naturally, everyone will be happy if they win. After dealing with the Eighth Route Army, they can take over the entire North China. But once they lose, the consequences will be disastrous, and the Kwantung Army may be attacked by then.

The Northeast is the lifeblood of the empire, and no loss can be tolerated.

"Mr. Amakasu, please don't get excited. This matter involves many forces and requires long-term consideration."

"I personally suggest that you consult Commander Gangcun. After all, such a plan related to the future of North China will ultimately need to be approved by the other party."

"If you ask me now, you will get scolded a few times at most. There won't be much loss."

"good!"

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North P, North China Front Headquarters.

Looking at the telegram in his hand, Okamura Neji had a crazy expression on his face. As a thoroughgoing militant, he is very interested in this stud-style strategic plan.

At present, the troops of the North China Front are scattered in many cities, and it is very difficult to cope with the all-out attack of the Eighth Route Army. If they attack in turn, the overall situation will suddenly become much clearer.

Moreover, if we capture North China, we can attack from Shanxi to Hankou and finally march into Sichuan, directly taking the retreat route of the entire Central Plains region.

This was the route used by the Yuan army to destroy the Southern Song Dynasty. Okamura Neji was very knowledgeable about such mysterious things.

"Your Excellency Commander, I think Jutaro Amakasu's plan has certain feasibility."

"The transportation in the Chahar area is convenient, and the Zhangjiakou area is crossed by the Pingsui Railway, so there is no need for heavy guarding. The entire territory of Suiyuan has been occupied by the Mongolian troops, and there is no need to worry about taking the initiative to attack southward."

"As for Hebei, it is under our control. We only need to leave a very small number of troops to undertake the public security war. There is no need to worry about being attacked from both sides."

"In addition, the Eleventh Army is still fighting in Central China, which limits Guo Preserved's main energy. Now is definitely the best time to launch a major battle."

The words of his chief of staff confirmed Okamura Neji's thoughts.

The old Japanese got up and came to the map, and seriously began to analyze the consequences and gains and losses of taking the initiative to attack.

"Okay! You should make a plan immediately and send it to General Hata Shun and the locals respectively."

"A battle of this scale is not something you and I can decide, but I believe everyone will be interested in this plan. After all, the Eighth Route Army is gaining momentum, and sooner or later they will threaten the interests of the empire."

"Yes! That's it! The telegram to the mainland must emphasize the threat of the Eighth Route Army to Manchuria!"

I took a whole day off today. I didn’t leave the house without looking at my phone to pay off my debt.