Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

The cavalry group was the second line of defense for the Japanese army.

"Your Majesty Lieutenant General, great news!"

"The warriors on each position temporarily withstood the enemy's attack on the frontal battlefield. Especially the group's engineering team, they even cooperated with the infantry to destroy several Eighth Route Army tanks."

"I don't know why, but the Republic of China people did not continue to advance. Maybe it was the 110th Division or the 26th Division that broke the deadlock."

The communications staff officer's report was like a powerful dose of adrenaline, giving the Japanese soldiers on the battlefield a glimmer of hope of survival.

However, two old Japanese soldiers, Itachi Nishihara and Goro Mano, knew in their hearts that the reason why the Eighth Route Army postponed its attack was just to reduce casualties.

Unlike our own side, the people of the Republic of China seem to have a deep obsession with war-loss ratio.

If we don't attack now, it will definitely be the calm before the storm, and there will definitely be a more ferocious offensive next.

"Why."

Looking at the tired soldiers and dilapidated positions around him, Nishihara Issaku took off his stained gloves and wiped his face, then ordered:

"Kill the horse and let the warriors eat the meat before fighting."

"All ministries are working hard to repair defenses and be prepared to fight and defend against air strikes at any time. Don't take it lightly."

Up to this point in the war, the role of cavalry has been minimal, and they can't really attack tanks with sabers.

Rather than letting the war horses carefully bred by his younger brother fall into the hands of the Eighth Route Army, it would be better to kill them all and give them to the remaining warriors to satisfy their hunger. After all, even the only semi-motorized unit of the North China Front, the food of the cavalry group is not very good.

Eating a meal of meat can improve morale to some extent.

As if he had thought of something, the old devil Nishihara Issaku hesitated for a moment, and then added again to the communications staff:

"Tell the samurai again that the Sendai, Himeji and Kurume divisions are on their way to support. As long as we can hold on for a few more days, the three Class-A divisions will arrive on the battlefield."

"Hi!"

The so-called support is naturally a lie.

Even the Kwantung Army would be put off by the current state of North China. Judging from the current combat effectiveness of the Eighth Route Army, if an attack is carried out easily without gathering an equal number of troops, there is a high probability that it will end in a thousand-mile loss of lives.

What's more, there seems to be some trouble outside the pass. Some idealists who were once strangled by my younger brother's country actually show signs of resurgence in my younger brother's country, Guandong.

The most outrageous thing is that the modern equipment delivered to Manchuria is always inexplicably lacking.

At first it was just a few boxes of infantry equipment missing, which was not a big deal. The lower-level officers ignored the matter and directly reported daily training losses to their superiors.

But since last year, the situation has been escalating.

A series of advanced equipment such as armored vehicles, tanks, and aircraft placed in the arsenal always disappear in inexplicable ways. This was no small matter, and it even alarmed the top brass of the headquarters.

But even after searching the entire Kanto Territory, no equipment suspected of being stolen was found.

Therefore, Commander Umezu Yoshijiro had to plead guilty and personally went back to his homeland to explain to Tian Locust.

It was even more exaggerated in the middle of this year. The transport ship bound for Dalian lost contact with the mainland on the way. It was all important industrial equipment and imported machine tools.

Then think of the rumors that I am the emperor brother and you are the locust brother, and the Eight Banners are destined to return.

Although no conclusive evidence has been caught, all signs indicate one thing, that is, a certain puppet does not want to live his life peacefully.

To this end, the local area also sent a large number of investigators, showing that they would not leave until the truth was found out.

While Nishihara Issaku was still thinking wildly, three admirals headed by Mano Goro gathered around. They talked to each other and even began to study the retreat route.

Judging from the current situation, there should be no problem for the independent mixed second brigade of the cavalry group to hold on to the position for a few days.

After all, someone said that even if there were more than 20,000 pigs, let alone 20,000 people, it would take several days to kill them all.

"Pity!"

With Mano Goro's sigh, Nishihara Issaku's thoughts returned to reality, and the other two major generals around him also cast their eyes over.

"Unfortunately, our current troops are at the end of their rope, and only the 17th Tank Regiment still has some combat effectiveness."

"Otherwise, this time we can use ourselves as bait and cooperate with the Kwantung Army to attack the center. Before the Eighth Route Army's 129th Division and 120th Division can react, we can inflict heavy damage on the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region."

Obviously, Mano Goro and others did not doubt their general's rhetoric about reinforcements. They only assumed that the other party had received a secret telegram from Okamura Neiji and Amakasu Jutaro.

No one would joke about something like this. If the truth were exposed, wouldn't it cause a mutiny in the military?

"Still thinking about the center blooming?"

"Last time we talked about the flowering in the center, the person who wanted to imitate the Emperor was Yoshio Iwamatsu. The grass on his grave now is one meter high."

"Our current task is to hold our position and cause as much damage to the Eighth Route Army as possible. We will discuss the rest after we leave this barren place."

After pouring cold water on his subordinates, Nishihara Issaku sat in the trench with an expressionless face.

In fact, his purpose is very simple. He simply wants to stimulate the desire to survive in his troops, so that the soldiers can burst out with stronger combat effectiveness.

As for when the truth is exposed, will anyone hate me?

Sorry, everyone is going to die, and Issaku Nishihara doesn't care about this kind of thing.

Suddenly, there was a roar of piston engines in the sky, and the faces of all the Japanese officers and generals changed.

"Your Majesty Lieutenant General, enemy aircraft!"

Although this was not the first time they were bombed, most of the Japanese on the battlefield were still at a loss after hearing the sound of Typhoon fighter jets.

There is no way, who makes it impossible for us to have any decent field air defense system.

Facing the Eighth Route Army's dive bombers, they were as helpless as fish on a felt board. At most, they could only choose a favorite position to resist.

"Why panic!"

"Order troops at all levels to prepare for battle and enter the position immediately after the enemy's bombing is over. Be sure to be careful of the enemy's air-ground coordination!"

"Hi."

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The perspective comes to the Second Air Division, Dai County.

As the commander of the close support aircraft unit, Fang Ziyi has always been very time-sensitive. Under his leadership, nearly a hundred fighter planes arrived in the scheduled airspace on time.

When the ground troops saw friendly forces entering, they immediately turned on all searchlights to indicate the combat area and targets for the air force coming from afar.

"Oh, it's so spectacular!"

"Team Wang, this is our searchlight unit. It's really awesome to be able to illuminate the early morning like it's daytime."

"If these dazzling lights suddenly hit the sky, it will definitely affect the air force's combat effectiveness. If several pieces of equipment cooperate with each other, there may be unexpected gains."

Looking at the huge light beams below, Captain Wang Hai smiled and almost fell into memories.

Although this battle was the first appearance of the Searchlight Unit, unlike the other pilots present, he had seen this special air defense equipment a long time ago.

Fortunately, something similar will not happen again in the current timeline. We already have a powerful air force.

After a moment, Captain Wang took a deep breath and then ordered over the communication channel:

"The escort crew increased their altitude and spread to the surrounding areas to remain vigilant. Any crew that discovers an enemy aircraft must report it first and must not leave their post without my permission."

"receive!"

After the first division climbed to the designated height, Fang Ziyi stared at the Japanese positions below, looking for high-value combat targets.

"Each crew is free to attack according to the area assigned before the war. Be careful of the enemy's anti-aircraft firepower, and don't get too close to the ground out of greed for credit."

"If you discover the artillery positions and armored units of the cavalry group, report them immediately and start taking action!"

After receiving the order, each crew began a shallow dive.

With the help of the searchlight troops, the Japanese troops on the position could hardly hide their presence.

At the same time, the Japanese soldiers who had broken their tanks also began to resist, shooting into the sky with their light and heavy machine guns and small-caliber anti-aircraft guns.

It's a pity that the Showa air defense defended against nine out of ten air defenses, so these sparse firepower was completely useless.

Especially for the crooked handle and the Type 92 heavy machine gun, even if the bullets are lucky enough to hit the fuselage of the Typhoon fighter, it will be difficult to cause any substantial damage.

If you change the scene, put the current battle on the sea.

That is equivalent to all the carrier-based aircraft of a bold-class aircraft carrier, besieging an antique fleet composed of several bridges and sea breezes.

Things that make oneself furious, make friendly troops resentful, and make enemies bold are destined not to happen in North China. If you want to regain your position, you should wait for the United Fleet to bully Dai Ying in your childhood.

At this moment, the cavalry group's position was like a large open-air slaughterhouse. Every minute and every second, infantrymen were torn to pieces by machine guns or aerial bombs.

The lower-level officers were better off, as they had more or less shell-proof holes to hide in.

But ordinary Japanese soldiers were not so lucky and could only become fertilizer in the Xinding Basin in their incompetence and rage.

In this attack, the Second Air Division also carried a small number of incendiary bombs. Unlike the bombing of the 110th Division in pursuit of killing effects, this time it was simply to illuminate the rear positions with violent firelight.

With the roar of the saber engine, six oval-shaped napalm bombs fell on the rear of the cavalry group.

"Boom boom boom!"

Balls of fiery red flames surged around like ocean waves.

Under the huge high temperature, the reserve team arranged by Nishihara Issaku suffered a devastating blow.

The old, weak, sick and disabled were like glass being struck by a heavy hammer and dissipated in the flames with a snap. Even the weapons in their hands would turn into molten iron within a few seconds.

In an instant, the entire area was turned into a sea of ​​flames, which also illuminated the hidden heavy artillery position and the 17th Tank Regiment. (End of chapter)