Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Thirty kilometers south of Huairen, there is a shady side of a hillside close to a mountain road.

"Captain Li, my eyes have been opened today. The comprehensive quality of your army is really amazing. From my experience, based on the speed of building fortifications, your regiment can be regarded as an elite force on the Eastern Front of Europe." "

"I was just confused. We are both from the Republic of China. Why is there such a big gap between preserved fruit and the Eighth Route Army?"

Because this mission is extremely important, it involves the future Lend-Lease Act with the allies and the follow-up matters of recovering Suiyuan. Therefore, before the 1st Marine Regiment set off, Commander Li took the infantry experts together to select the location for the decisive battle.

After the whole regiment landed, the comrades quickly gathered and then rushed straight to the predetermined combat area.

Such incredible execution made Lao Cui, who was accustomed to the style of the Central Army and local troops, find it incredible. Even the high blood pressure caused by the bald head improved a bit.

After all, the discipline of the air force in Guo Prefecture is lax, and meritorious service is not rewarded and delinquency is not punished. In two years, not even a single instructor's dormitory could be repaired, and the establishment of a fighter jet factory was far away.

The Army is also very good. The artillery, apart from being very good at camouflage, is terrible at shooting. Sometimes it can miss the target directly.

The infantrymen did not cherish the equipment that their chairman spent a lot of money to buy, and the officers were not very interested in advanced tactics. They all looked like dead pigs who were not afraid of boiling water.

As for the navy?

Not to mention it, our country is not a naval power anyway.

In general, compared with the Eighth Route Army, most of the senior generals in Guo Prefecture were not even qualified to carry Li Yunlong's shoes.

Hearing the praise from his allies, Captain Li put down the engineer shovel in his hand, showed his big white teeth and gave a signature smile.

"Hey, it's a big stage in Spain. If you have soldiers and generals, just come."

"Comrade Cui is indeed a top student who graduated from the Spanish Military Academy. His tactics and strategic vision are indeed outstanding. I will show you in a moment what is the difference between the Asian battlefield and the European battlefield."

Although he was very unfamiliar with the Spanish Military Academy mentioned by his ally, Lao Cui responded to the other party's compliments with a smile.

Maybe they just misremembered the name of the school, and there is no need to tell the truth about trivial matters.

What's more, after a few hours of contact, he finally understood something. The Eighth Route Army colonel in front of him had learned a lot of weird things from Huang He in private, and he would come up with a few self-made words from time to time.

Presumably, a series of strange things about Spain also came from the mouth of that magical scientist.

"Captain Li, thank you! In terms of military rank, I am indeed inflated. But in terms of military record, I am really not as good as you."

"Since your deputy general staff has given me the opportunity to study on the battlefield this time, I want to take a good look at the strength of the Japanese. In a sense, I will have a battle with them sooner or later."

"By the way, how do you plan to solve the problem of prisoners? Do you want me to help? There is a piece of land in Siberia that is very suitable for growing potatoes."

As soon as these words came out, Captain Li immediately became interested.

Our policy has always been to give preferential treatment to prisoners, but at this stage, the Japanese are often die-hards brainwashed by Bushido, who waste medicine and consume food when they are retained.

If the allies really ignore the neutrality treaty and send those stubborn little days to Siberia at dozens of degrees below zero, that is indeed a good solution.

Lao Cui also participated in the battle, so it would not be too much to share the spoils after the war.

"Okay, I think this can work. After the mission is over, I will go to the headquarters in person and find a few lobbyists to go to the deputy commander-in-chief."

"You don't know how troublesome those Japanese prisoners are. Anda Twenty-three, who was captured by our Commander Beard before, is still fighting for his life in the border area every day."

"Reform through labor is good! I support it!"

While the two were chatting, grassroots commanders at all levels led the soldiers to build the bunkers planned by their superiors.

I saw that the comrades worked as a squad and relied on the natural ditches on the mountain to dig out foxholes suitable for hiding. Coupled with the broken grass and branches, if you don't get closer than ten meters and look carefully, you can't even guess that there is a person hiding here.

The same is true for support companies such as artillery. The portability of mortars provides great convenience for concealment. With the extremely sharp engineering shovels in their hands, the soldiers even prepared several dedicated ammunition depots.

This time, bunkers and fortifications do not need to pursue any solidity or protection, but only need to pay attention to concealment. After all, the 26th Division of the Mongolian Army was a defeated army, and the old, weak, sick and disabled had almost no decent heavy weapons.

In addition, the right to take the initiative lies with your own side, so even if the enemy has 75mm mountain or field artillery, it can be destroyed in advance.

After a busy period of time, the soldiers received lunch prepared by the cooking team.

As a unit that needs to operate behind enemy lines for a long time, the staple food of the 1st Marine Regiment is mainly dehydrated rice, noodles and cooking cakes. Each meal also includes canned pork, chicken, canned fruits and seasonal vegetables.

Looking at the whole of Asia, this kind of battlefield food of sufficient quality and quantity is also quite explosive.

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An hour after the meal, the sound of a series of engines came from the distance. The first to appear next were several Japanese reconnaissance teams.

As if they were afraid of being ambushed, these Japs would carefully search every area where the enemy could be hidden, and would even occasionally use machine guns to shoot at targets such as mountains and haystacks.

However, since the position of the 1st Marine Regiment was very concealed, all the above actions were in vain.

"Suka."

Lao Cui spat out the grass roots in his mouth and shook his head frequently. He glanced at the Japanese with contempt, and said with a hint of disdain:

"The North China Front Army is nothing more than that. I thought it was stronger than the Eleventh Army and the Thirteenth Army."

"You are on the verge of life and death, and you still want to pass through the mountain road quickly? Apart from weapons and equipment, what is the difference between this kind of attitude and that of a mob?"

In fact, Lao Maozi is a bit embarrassed. For a defeated army, the 26th Division has basically reached its limit.

If the defeated Soviet army on the Eastern Front in Europe could achieve the above-mentioned level, they would not have been captured by 30% of the German establishment in the early stages of Operation Barbarossa.

What's more, the current area is close to the Japanese occupation area, and there is no suitable terrain for large troops above the regiment level to lurk.

In the inherent impression of the Japanese, no matter how disabled their own division is, they are not afraid of the regiment-level units of the Eighth Route Army, so they naturally think that no one will ambush here.

Hearing this, Li Yunlong raised his eyebrows. At this time, his eyes were shining, holding a telescope and looking at the approaching motorcade in the distance.

"Haha, we are very lucky. We met the mission target so easily. The command knife that the deputy division commander wanted is finally found today!"

"Pass my order! Everyone, don't act rashly. Let the vanguard of the Japs go out before attacking."

The defeated army coming from the south brought dozens of large trucks and many pack horses. With such a large scale, it must be the main force of the 26th Division.

As the middle part of the convoy slowly approached and gradually reached the hillside where the Marine Regiment was ambushing, Li Yunlong picked up the portable communicator and ordered:

"Now! Fight!"

"There is no need to save ammunition for mortars and machine guns. We have high-power radios and can call for airdrops at any time! Try to drive the Japanese to the north exit in the first round."

Surround three buildings and one, a classic tactic. Leaving a gap, Yano Otonzaburo could waver between fighting to the death and running away.

Ahead is Huairen County, and two independent mixed brigade groups are on their way. Presumably, the old Japanese who has managed to survive until now will never give up hope of living.

It's psychological warfare, don't make excuses.

Following the order from his regiment commander, dozens of mortars of various calibers suddenly opened fire. With Zhu Yuan in mind, the gunners fired shells at the convoy of the 26th Division.

Barrel guns are inconvenient to carry, so mortars naturally become the most suitable support equipment.

Every gunner in the 1st Marine Regiment is at least a squad or platoon leader in a regular main regiment, so he can naturally shoot quickly and accurately.

On the position, rifles and light machine guns pulled their bolts and set up on bunkers, pouring firepower on the Japanese.

In an instant, fireworks filled the sky on the hillside, and an overwhelming rain of bullets shrouded the Japanese.

Commando?

Totally unnecessary.

The 1st Marine Regiment is not an ordinary infantry regiment, so there is no need to fill the lines with carefully trained paratroopers.

There were no natural bunkers on both sides of the road. Faced with the sudden attack, the 26th Division could only use trucks as cover to launch a counterattack.

Under the leadership of grassroots officers, several squadrons of Japs tried to gather and launch an attack on the unknown Eighth Route Army.

It's a pity that in the face of the firepower that surges like the sea, all resistance is in vain, and there is no way to make waves.

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"Your Majesty Lieutenant General! There is an ambush!"

As soon as these words came out, Otonzaburo Yano, who was already very irritable, directly rewarded his chief of staff with a big fight. He was not blind, so he naturally saw enemies all over the mountains and plains.

"Give me my order! Break out to the north!"

"The current terrain is too narrow and the battlefield width is completely insufficient. The main force of the division cannot be deployed at all!"

"When necessary, I allow the artillery wing to abandon its remaining barrel guns! It's just a few 75mm mountain and field guns. I don't care about these assets."

In Yano Otonzaburo's view, the unknown number of the Eighth Route Army did not take the opportunity to dispatch commandos to divide the battlefield, which means that the opponent's troops are insufficient.

After the Mongolian army reoccupied Datong, they sent a large number of troops to raid the surrounding areas. This was also one of the factors that allowed the old Japanese to make important decisions.

Although you break through to the north, there is a certain chance of falling into the enemy's trap. But he believed that when both sides had no heavy weapons, his division was by no means weaker than any force.

You can't. Your Eighth Route Army can launch an armored force right under the nose of the Locust Army.

Upon hearing this, the communications corps immediately took action and passed the division commander's orders to troops at all levels. The Japs at the grassroots level were also very motivated and immediately detached a brigade to cover the main force's breakout.

"Division Commander! You really have a clever plan!"

"The enemy either had a scheduling problem or was planning to block attacks, but they actually allowed us to break out easily!"

"Next"

Before he finished speaking, the Japs chief of staff was interrupted by the roar of an engine.

In the sight of Yano Otonzaburo and others, the earth bags, pits and even big trees one kilometer ahead suddenly transformed into Eighth Route Army tanks.

Judging from the number, there is at least one company.

"Get ready for battle! Take out all the oil drums! Load them all on the front of the truck! Let the transport truck block the front, and the others will charge with the baggage team!"

After receiving the order from their division commander, the members of the baggage team showed a hint of despair.

Using a truck carrying oil barrels to hit a tank is a genius tactic. Even if everything goes well, at most it will be a one-for-one result.

However, the hierarchical system of the Japanese army made it impossible for ordinary Japanese soldiers to muster the courage to resist. They consciously took out their assault ingots, transformed into ice shooters and prepared to attack.

"What a black card! Onboard!"

Accompanied by hysterical roars, the baggage troops of the 26th Division drove self-destructing trucks and rushed towards the combat mobile company in the distance.

If Lao Zhu, who was far away on the eastern front of Europe, saw this scene, it would definitely bring back his memories of being in Nomonhan a few years ago.

If he was the old man two years ago, he might have been hit by the Japanese's self-destructing truck and destroyed more than a dozen tanks. However, Sun Desheng couldn't do the stupid thing of letting the light tanks attack alone. Their company was followed by a large number of airborne troops.

"All of them! Fire!"

"Just hit the oil drums in front of those trucks! Don't let those little days get too close!"

After finishing speaking, more than a dozen Cicada tanks immediately launched an attack. 37mm grenades and coaxial machine guns fired simultaneously, destroying trucks at long distances.

The infantrymen were not idle either. They picked up their rifles, machine guns and mortars to help the armored troops check for leaks and fill gaps, trying not to let any trucks approach.

After all the enemies who dared to charge were beaten into brilliant balls of fire, Sun Desheng picked up the portable communicator and ordered to each crew:

"Cavalry Company! Attack!"

Just like a certain pilot who was driving an FC-20 but still shouted for the Dragoon Legion to attack.

Although he had been transferred to a tank commander long ago, he even became the first armored ace of the Eighth Route Army. But Sun Desheng still habitually called the name of the cavalry company whenever he attacked.

Facing the "full" seven-ton steel behemoth, the Japs of the 26th Division seemed to have been shaken psychologically. They put down their weapons one after another and began to flee around.

"Baga! The warriors of my brother country are not allowed to retreat! How dare you run away! Attack! You are not allowed to turn your back to the enemy!"

"The warriors of my brother's country must attack! Even if they become ghosts, they must attack!"

When the deserters appeared, the desperate but unwilling Otonzaburo Yano raised the tortoise box in his hand and perfectly fulfilled his responsibility of supervising the team.

Just as he was about to change the ammunition, a 37mm grenade fell beside him, knocking the old Japanese soldier into the sky. (End of chapter)