Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Twenty kilometers north of Dai County, the third line of defense of the cavalry group.

"Gentlemen, you are the most elite warriors in the Mongolian army and the only motorized infantry unit!"

"Now, my brother's interests in North China have been violated, and even the entire front army is on the verge of life and death. The next war will be the moment to test your loyalty."

"Victory! We retake Shanxi and become the masters of this land again! Defeat! Not only will everyone die in a foreign country, but they will also be nailed to the pillar of shame!"

Having said this, Ishizuka Kazuo drew his katana, and then swept the audience with his sharp eyes.

In front of him were the middle and lower-level commanders of the entire regiment. At this time, the Japanese officers all wore plaster flags on their heads and held various explosive tools with ferocious faces.

Obviously, the colonel was very satisfied with the current atmosphere. He raised his arms and shouted: "Long live the Locust! Long live the Japanese country! Let's meet at Kudan Saka."

As soon as these words came out, the officers in the audience all showed fanatical expressions, and followed their captains in shouting the slogans before the Long Live Charge.

This crazy scene was as if as long as the superiors gave the order to attack, they would lead their respective troops to collectively launch a suicidal charge, and rush forward to fight with the tanks of the Eighth Route Army.

The scene in front of him made Mano Goro on the side quite satisfied. He said in his heart that he had come to the right place.

"Ishizuka-kun, the order given to us by Lieutenant General Nishihara is to destroy the enemy's armored forces as much as possible and create a favorable output environment for the subsequent tank regiment."

"Your regiment is not full and there are only more than 2,000 people left. Can you complete the tasks assigned by the group leader?"

"If that doesn't work, I'll transfer a brigade from the independent mixed second brigade to you. Only with more troops can you take advantage of your advantages."

The armored forces supporting the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region are tank regiments directly under the Eighth Route Army Headquarters.

The regiment is a three-battalion combat unit. The entire regiment, including the command vehicle crew, has a total of 217 M22 Cicada tanks.

In this battle, the tigers in the forest divided these armored units into three. Considering that the cavalry group of the Mongolian Army was reorganized into automobiles in January 1940, there is still an unsatisfied tank regiment left.

Therefore, he temporarily expanded the third battalion on the left battlefield and equipped five companies with a total of 110 Cicada vehicles.

This number made Issaku Nishihara call it impossible. After all, this country is a poor country, and there are only a few hundred tanks deployed in the entire Republic of China at this stage.

Facing the cicadas all over the mountains and plains, the old Japanese could only let the infantry attack first and destroy the Eighth Route Army's armored units as much as possible by exchanging lives for lives.

In fact, under normal circumstances, armored units with a complete system will almost be crushed when attacking light infantry.

The infantry's method of fighting tanks prioritizes calling in own artillery and air strikes as counterattacks. Until the last moment, it is generally not recommended to have a head-on confrontation between human flesh and iron skin.

After all, reality is not a game. Like in the army or on the battlefield, it is basically impossible for a single soldier to kill a tank in a big battle.

What's more, the current notebook doesn't even have a toilet lever, and there are no magnetic grenades prepared in advance. Why does it have an onboard charge?

It's a pity that Nishihara Issaku didn't have anything on hand. The few remaining mountain and field guns would be knocked out as long as they opened fire, and their own Army Air Force was beaten to pieces.

Without relying on infantry to launch a suicide charge, with the more than fifty 97 medium tanks and 95 light tanks under his command, there would be no chance of a showdown with the third battalion.

Mano Goro's suggestion made Ishizuka Kazuo nodded excitedly.

Although his Motorized Infantry Regiment is the most tank-savvy infantry in the North China Front and even in the entire China Expeditionary Forces. However, the current army is short of strength and it is difficult to face a hundred light tanks.

"Thank you Major General Mano!"

"With your help, we will definitely be able to complete the tasks assigned by the group leader!"

The second independent brigade is a well-known model of public security in North China.

Those soldiers who have been trained and brainwashed for a long time have no thought of cherishing life at all.

They wholeheartedly want to be loyal to Tianchu and their brother country, and can hold explosive packs and die with the enemy without changing their expressions. They are definitely the best cannon fodder.

That's right, cannon fodder.

In Kazuo Ishizuka's view, the infantry brigade supported by superior friendly forces did not even understand the structure of armor, and could even do the stupid thing of using 37 cannons to hit a tank from a thousand meters away.

This kind of person can only be used as cannon fodder, attracting firepower for his own soldiers.

It's very reasonable to make the best use of everything.

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Half an hour later, the second line of defense of the cavalry group came.

"Judging from the intelligence coming from the forward positions, the Eighth Route Army armored forces are obviously not half-assed like preserved fruits."

"Their driving skills are very skilled, and there is almost no non-combat attrition. The cooperation between infantry and tanks is also very high. It is obvious that they have conducted high-intensity training before the war."

The person speaking at this time was a captain in the Motorized Infantry Regiment. In front of him, naturally, were the reinforcements sent by his superiors and the junior officers under his command.

Of course the Japanese had seen the armored units of the Republic of China before.

In a sense, the starting point of this book's armored army building is still behind China's.

As early as the warlord war period, the Dogmeat Poets had retrieved several Renault FT-17s from the north, and at that time they were still tinkering with the British parallelogram MK4.

When they were still "independently researching and developing" the Type 89 medium tank, the Jinan Xincheng Arsenal, which was the first to create artificial rainfall in modern times, was already two years ahead of the curve in creating the Stypunk.

Even the bald man himself attached great importance to tanks, which were great weapons in land warfare. Before the start of the all-out war of resistance against Japan, he bought a batch of light tanks of various models from Britain, France, Germany, and Italy.

If you didn't look at the specific year, you would think that Kong, Song, and Jiang had some collecting habits and wanted to get all the entry-level vehicles in World of Tanks.

Of course, the traditional art skills of Wanguo Manufacturing Logistics are still being used stably in this purchase.

As for combat effectiveness?

Just look at the Battle of Lanfeng and it will be clear.

Facing the Japanese infantry whose equipment was obviously inferior to our own, Guozhou was very unfamiliar with the use of tanks. Coupled with the lax logistics and almost non-existent infantry-tank coordination, precious armored units suffered heavy losses.

If it hadn't been for the great victory at Kunlun Pass, the bald man might have scolded his mother many times in his diary.

It is precisely because of the above-mentioned performance of preserved fruits that the Japanese originally thought that the tanks of the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region would not be much more effective in combat.

After all, the average cultural level of the Eighth Route Army is not high, and a semi-literate person who doesn't know a few characters will definitely not be able to use high-tech weapons.

But the facts prove that this is not the case.

In previous battles, the infantry and artillery of the independent second brigade resisted with all their might, and the death squads also charged in waves. As a result, all these people died on the way, and a brigade only blew up three tanks.

There is only one car with minor injuries. It only has damaged tracks. It can be repaired before it can return to the battlefield.

Looking at the officers in front of him, the captain first took out a drawing and hung it on the wall, and then said in a deep voice:

"Everyone, cheer up, Commander Okamura Neiji is still waiting for our good news."

"Although the tank troops of the Eighth Route Army have far higher combat effectiveness than preserved fruits, they are not truly elite."

"As long as we cooperate properly, we have a chance to destroy those light tanks. Next, I will explain to you how to attack in groups based on the existing intelligence."

As one of the captains of the Mobile Infantry Regiment, Doi Tomoji knew that he would appear in the next battle, so he simply watched the entire process of the first position being breached.

The Eighth Route Army's firepower was very strong, and its infantry-tank coordination tactics were also very proficient. It must have gone through a long period of training.

But their biggest problem is that there are too many stereotyped movements in the battle process, which is completely academic and step-by-step.

If these vulnerabilities can be fully exploited, the success rate of completing the task will be greatly increased.

"Come on, everyone, look at this drawing. This is our Type 95 light tank. Presumably, the structure of the tanks of the Eighth Route Army will not be much different."

"Before launching an attack, we must first understand the weaknesses of light tanks and what kind of weapons to use to carry out focused attacks on these parts."

In the next half hour, Doi Tomoji focused on giving reinforcements to the independent mixed second brigade, cramming in the experience he had summed up in training.

If they know these contents clearly, they will at least know where to fight and how to fight when facing the Eighth Route Army tanks.

Of course, the old devil still wants the reinforcements to know one thing, that is, the steel monster is not invincible.

As long as they are mentally prepared, the friendly forces will probably not be too embarrassed in the next battle. Even if it cannot damage the target, it may still interfere with it.

After the impromptu class ended, Doi Tomoji took the wine handed by his staff and said to the soldiers who were about to go to the battlefield:

"After drinking this bowl of wine, we will rush to the battlefield! Don't forget to take the Assault Tablet, which will keep us full of energy for the next action!"

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

Rather than fighting with willpower and faith, Doi Tomoji, an old devil who has no regard for life, believes more in the power of ice.

In his opinion, as long as the warriors under his command transformed into ice shooters, coupled with clever tactical coordination, they would be able to severely damage the fledgling Eighth Route Army armored forces. (End of chapter)