Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

October 3, 1942, the northern part of Jiaolai Plain.

At dawn, the plain was devastated after several hours of night fighting. The combination of fire, smoke and corpses presented a dull silence.

On the vast fields, the wreckage of the shot down fighter planes was still burning. These billowing black smoke rushed into the sky, just like the wolf dung lit during the ancient border warning.

Looking into the distance along the "wolf smoke", the sky was filled with chaotic white lines.

That was the flying cloud left by hundreds of fighter planes half an hour ago, and it was the trace left by the Japanese Army Aviation to intercept the bombers of the Eighth Route Army Air Force.

"Damn, how could the gap be so big? 12:1, and this is the loss ratio after taking advantage of the situation. The enemy's air force is really like a monster."

"Well, fortunately, the samurai's sacrifice was not in vain. At least, the cannon fodders have explored the enemy's firepower points, and the Third Flying Division has also created a window for us."

"The First Tank Brigade! Get ready for the attack!"

In the attack array, Japanese Major General Tian Meiyulang stood on the turret of a Type 97 command tank. Through the telescope, he had a panoramic view of the tragedy on the battlefield.

Although the old devil was shocked by the strength of the Eighth Route Army Air Force and the tenacity of the garrison, he still resolutely raised the samurai sword and issued an order to prepare for the attack.

There was no way, the arrow had to be shot.

It was not easy to explore the enemy's deployment, and a certain amount of manpower was consumed. If we don't attack, it would be a waste of work all night.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

As if responding to Tian Meiyulang's pre-war mobilization, dozens of large-caliber artillery behind the position opened fire, and dense shells fell on the plain in front like raindrops.

The sky full of mud and debris, mixed with the smoke from the explosion of shells, made the Jiaolai Plain at this time vaguely look like the Western Front in Europe in 1940.

Under such high-intensity bombardment, the positions built on the plain can be described as a mess.

The exposed communication trenches, barbed wire and minefields were all destroyed. Even some semi-buried bunkers collapsed under the baptism of howitzers.

Such an unpleasant bombardment lasted for more than half an hour. The shells consumed throughout the whole process were incredible even for the grassroots Japanese soldiers.

"Attack!"

"Keep the T-shaped formation and break through the Eighth Route Army's defense line in one go."

As soon as the artillery fire stopped, Tian Meiyulang waved the samurai sword in his hand and urged the soldiers of his brigade to attack.

Accompanied by the violent roar of the engine, dozens of Type 95 light tanks and Type 97 medium tanks jumped out of the bunkers. The Japanese gathered their strength and were determined to show their style of Asia's small size four.

When all the armored units attacked, the mobile infantry regiment, mobile artillery regiment and many auxiliary units followed closely.

They strictly abided by the regulations and requirements during training and also advanced into the battlefield without hesitation.

"All regiments, be sure to observe carefully. The enemy battalion and regiment levels are equipped with 25mm Hotchkiss anti-tank guns, which are enough to penetrate our frontal armor at a certain distance."

"The same is true for 75mm field guns, which are also high-threat targets that need to be prepared. Once you find an enemy firepower point that is difficult to deal with, immediately report to your superiors through flag signals or radio!"

"I emphasize again, don't forget the precautions I told you before the war. I don't want your military career to leave the same stain as the 3rd Tank Division."

Tian Meiyulang, a graduate of the Infantry Department of the Army, was promoted to Major General in October 1941.

If you only look at his face, he can easily be regarded as an incompetent officer.

But the fact is just the opposite. This old devil not only participated in the Battle of Nomonhan, but also won an epic medal named after himself in the world of tanks with his outstanding tactical mind.

In addition, Tian Meiyulang also served as the principal of the Honda Army Youth Tank School.

His unique teaching experience gave him the same prestige as the two division commanders in the armored forces of the Kwantung Army, which was the main reason why he was qualified to be a frontline commander.

"Hi!"

"Please rest assured, Major General, we will not let you down."

Under the command of the principal, Tian Meiyulang, the entire First Tank Brigade formed multiple offensive fronts based on the width of the current battlefield, with the squadron as the basic combat unit.

These fronts are based on two medium tank squads as the first echelon and another medium tank squad as the second echelon.

The light tank squads are distributed on both wings. While preventing the enemy from attacking from the flank, they also bear the responsibility of protecting the accompanying infantry units.

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"Something is wrong, it must be 120% wrong."

"Even if the Eighth Route Army's defensive positions were covered by artillery fire, they would not be completely destroyed. At this point, why haven't the enemy's anti-tank guns and field guns opened fire?"

"Could it be that it is the old trick of luring the enemy deep into the territory?"

The Japanese armored forces usually launched their attacks at dawn. They would do their best to advance secretly to a position about five kilometers from the front line, and then launch an unexpected attack.

Five kilometers of rapid advancement may be a problem for fully armed infantry, but it is really a matter of stepping on the accelerator for the Type 95 light and Type 97 medium tanks.

At present, there is still one kilometer to reach the battle zone, but the Eighth Route Army has not put up any resistance.

Such a strange situation really made Tian Meiyulang feel uneasy.

"Boom!"

Just as the old devil was thinking secretly, the first tank brigade's crew in the front suddenly made a crisp sound, and at the same time, the body of the Type 97 medium tank also produced abnormal vibrations.

Seeing this, most of the tank commanders closed the hatch to avoid becoming the first person to perform a flying head in the air.

"Anti-tank gun! Anti-tank gun!"

"Quick, find that group of enemies! The anti-tank guns of the Eighth Route Army are very short, all crews continue to advance and keep observation!"

Most of the Japanese armored soldiers are from the Youth Tank School. If these devils want to graduate, they have to go through a long and gradual learning process.

So in theory, their personal abilities are basically above the passing line. These vehicle-mounted heavy machine guns that fired at suspicious locations at the first time are the most intuitive manifestation.

But!

The sighting system of the Type 97 medium tank was very poor. After several upgrades, the command tower was not a periscope, but only a few narrow gaps for observation.

In the Pacific battlefield of the original timeline, the reason why the Second Tank Division encountered the so-called Stuart crisis was because the M3 could take the initiative most of the time.

After several shots, the Japanese finally found the location of the anti-tank gun.

But they also paid a painful price. The two Type 97 medium tanks that rushed to the front were pierced into sieves by the 25mm magic needles that were not even a stepping stone.

"Stop! Kill those insidious Republic of China people for me!"

"Turn the turret left, distance 1500!"

"High explosive bomb!"

Following the commander's order, the driver pulled the brake to stop the tank steadily. At the same time, its turret began to rotate and aim at the anti-tank gun in the distance.

Although the Type 97 medium tank can fire while moving, in order to ensure the hit rate and killing effect, the Japanese still choose to shoot statically.

"One high-explosive round, loaded!"

"Fire!"

"Boom!"

After the smoke cleared, the 25mm Hotchkiss anti-tank gun took off directly on the spot. The ammunition that was detonated by the 57mm high-explosive round even exploded into a large explosion with a radius of several meters.

As if they were holding back resentment, several Type 97 heavy machine guns were still firing, as if they wanted to vent their anger on the bodies of the Eighth Route Army.

But no devil noticed that there were no corpses at the center of the explosion.

"Continue the attack."

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After confirming the results of the battle, Tian Meiyulang, who was in the rear, ordered to continue to advance.

The old devils now understood that the area they attacked was the weakest side of the enemy's troop deployment, and the combat effectiveness of the Eighth Route Army in Shandong Province was not as good as the main force in Shanxi Province.

Weak resistance?

Weakness is normal!

Accompanied by the roar of diesel engines, the First Tank Brigade continued to advance.

When the first medium tank squadron officially entered the battle zone, the tracked vehicles and wheeled vehicles behind stopped one after another, and the mobile infantry quickly got off and joined the battlefield.

"Follow the tanks, don't fall behind!"

"Pay attention to the distance, and use the body of the vehicle to avoid the enemy's firepower and kill the Eighth Route Army that may appear in time. Especially those carrying rocket launchers, you must give priority to fire!"

"Hi!"

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On the other hand, the Fifth Division of the Shandong Provincial Military Region battlefield command post.

In a sturdy bunker, the commander of the Fifth Division held a high-powered telescope and stared at the battlefield in the distance.

With tanks as the vanguard, the devil's advancement was very smooth, and any terrain obstacles could be easily broken through. Under the deliberate indulgence of the garrison troops, the enemy even stepped over most of the battle zone.

"Damn it, the Japanese Kwantung Army is really as famous as it is said to be. Dozens of 105mm howitzers fired for more than half an hour. Our divisional artillery regiment can't match this delivery volume."

"Fortunately, there are not many people on the position, otherwise the chief of staff would have chopped me alive."

"Pass my order, beat me to death for the next hour, it's really frustrating to be beaten all the time. Without artillery, armored forces alone can't easily break through my defense line."

"Yes!"

After receiving the order from the superiors to counterattack, the artillery of the Fifth Division and the 4th and 7th Garrison Brigades took the lead.

Unlike the Japanese, at the moment when their own air force firmly holds air superiority, comrades can bombard the First Tank Division without restraint, and don't treat the enemy's land aviation as human beings.

As for what to do if Benzi uses large-caliber artillery to counterattack?

Are you kidding? Do you expect these divisional artillery regiments to fight artillery battles while they are busy transferring?

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Accompanied by the roar of more than 20 105mm howitzers, the counterattack of the 5th Division and the 4th and 7th Garrison Brigades officially started.

Under the baptism of artillery fire, the first casualties were naturally the mobile infantry regiment of the 1st Tank Division. The Japanese were dying in the rain of shells, and there was no natural shelter on the plains.

Of course, it is still a bit difficult to hit tanks at a long distance with indirect fire weapons, especially under the premise that the number is far less than that of the enemy's armored forces.

To deal with the Type 97 medium tank, it is still necessary to use direct anti-tank guns.

"Bang!"

After a muffled sound, the Type 97 medium tank at the forefront of the offensive was directly penetrated by the shells.

Unlike the previous flying heads, ammunition rack explosions and cremations, this time the Japanese tanks had no obvious damage on their exteriors and died peacefully.

If you don't observe closely, the Japanese soldiers who cooperated with them can't even find the small holes on the front armor.

"Yeah! Hair loss!"

After successfully killing the enemy with the 47mm Mle SA37 anti-tank gun, the soldiers from the Fifth Division clenched their fists excitedly.

After training for several months, this was the first time their class officially achieved a victory on the battlefield. This sense of joy and accomplishment, even if everyone is a veteran, can't control their emotions.

Looking back to a year ago, a rotten armored vehicle could chase them on the plains. Now the two poles are reversed, and the word "cool" can't describe the mood of the comrades at all.

"Keep going! The enemy hasn't discovered our gun position yet, so there's no need to rush to move!"

"The weather is good today, I think we can fire another shot!"

As a fine weapon produced by Awakening the Brave Tiger, the system repaired the SA37's originally defective recoil device, thereby improving the accuracy of long-range artillery fire.

The added muzzle flash suppressor makes this one-meter-high anti-tank gun a magical weapon for squatting and shooting, which is why the gunner suggested firing a few more shots.

Hearing the familiar Jiangsu and Zhejiang accent, the artillery squad leader nodded subconsciously.

Before the war, his own division commander repeatedly emphasized that when receiving the notice, all heavy weapons must be abandoned and retreated quickly. This means that the SA37 in their hands is used less and less, and every shell may be a farewell.

Adhering to the principle of using enough, he said in a positive tone:

"Okay, then fire a few more rounds. Now the battlefield has become a mess, and the devil's tanks will not have time to find us for a while."

"Everyone pay attention to observe."

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Before the artillery squad leader finished speaking, he was interrupted by the muffled thunder from the heavy machine gun position on the left front.

Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw a 180-cm-tall Shandong strongman holding a 38-kilogram Hotchkiss M1930 and continuously firing short bursts at the devil's Type 95 light war.

The small 8mm side armor could not withstand the 13.2mm armor-piercing incendiary bullets.

In just a few seconds, the light tank that was supposed to protect the accompanying soldiers was killed along with the surrounding Japanese infantry.

"Hurry! Save him! He is killing people!"

"Whose squad is this machine gunner? Why doesn't he use a tripod to shoot directly from the waist?" (End of this chapter)