Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated.

The raging fire caused by the first wave of high-explosive bombs and napalm bombs had just begun to dance in the wind when the second wave of attacks came down from a low altitude with a sharp whistling sound.

Faced with the tidal bombing launched jointly by the 2nd and 3rd Air Divisions, the Japs and puppet troops all howled like defeated dogs.

Those sticky and long-lasting flames not only destroyed their carefully selected shelters, but also shattered the fighting spirit and confidence of these people.

"Your Majesty, those damned Eighth Route Army actually dropped napalm bombs again!"

"Major, please don't be dazed at this critical moment. What should we do next?"

"Hurry up and think of a solution. This forest won't hold out for much longer! The bombs are about to fall on our heads. Don't you always say that no one knows how to fight the Republic of China better than you?"

Napalm is a highly effective and "humane" weapon of destruction.

Since the Eighth Route Army Air Force was equipped with it, the Japanese headquarters has specially popularized relevant knowledge to various army divisions in order to minimize casualties among grassroots soldiers in the front-line combat troops.

It’s a pity that understanding doesn’t mean you have the ability to deal with it.

Under the devastating blows launched by many tactical groups of the Air Force, without regard for loss of ammunition or results, and with bombing followed by burning, even if Okamura Neiji had been present at the scene with his own guards, he would have ended up dying on the spot.

"Run!"

Seeing that their leader was still standing there in a daze, most of the Japanese soldiers simply threw away their weapons and started running away.

At this moment, they were just a group of rabbits being chased by hunters. The locusts and the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere had all become empty slogans that were forgotten.

but!

In this world, who can outrun an attacking formation consisting of hundreds of fighter planes?
Even the French infantry in 1940, riding the eight-wheeled Panhard EBR 105, could not escape the current group carpet bombing. Not to mention the Japanese who marched on foot, they were destined to become ashes in this torrent of metal and fire.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The Air Force's operations continue.

Soldiers who have never actually been on the battlefield may learn about the terrifying power of bombers that is enough to tear through the sky from military textbooks or the words of their instructors.

However, that was not the scene I saw with my own eyes.

The explosions in the forest ahead, with almost no gaps and no blind spots in the fire, caused great psychological and physiological pressure on the Japanese soldiers of the Manchurian and Mongolian Youth Corps.

Although there was still a distance of one or two kilometers, every time a bomb fell to the ground, they would have the illusion of being swept away by a torrent of death.

"Oh!"

"what!"

Just as many Japanese soldiers desperately ran backwards, trying to escape the forest before the bombs fell on their heads, the person at the front of the queue suddenly screamed, and then fell down in pain.

This abrupt scene startled everyone and made them stop involuntarily.

After a while, the Japanese soldiers looked back and saw their own Major Nobuji Ando holding a Type 38 rifle with a ferocious face, staring at them with a fierce look.

"Did I give the order to retreat? Who gave you the courage to leave the battlefield without permission?"

"Anyone who escapes from the battlefield and disrupts the morale of our army will be executed!"

"Hi!"

As soon as these words came out, the soldiers beside Andersen seemed to have activated the underlying code. They subconsciously raised their weapons and pointed the black muzzles at their former colleagues.

Seeing this, the old devil nodded with satisfaction.

At this moment, he was like a gambler who had lost 90% of his fortune, fantasizing about using his last remaining capital to fight for a future.

"To be honest, I made a bad decision in this battle. I'm sorry that because of my mistake, everyone is in a hopeless situation that cannot be reversed."

"But you can see the current situation. It is impossible to escape from the forest in time with just two legs. Rather than showing your back to the Republic of China troops like a coward, it is better to pick up weapons and fight the enemy to the death."

“No matter what the outcome is, at least your family members back home won’t have to face the contempt and ridicule of your neighbors and fellow villagers when they receive the notification of your death in action.”

In the first half of 1942, the Japanese army and navy had not yet been mired in the two-way quagmire of the Pacific battlefield, and the individual quality and combat will of each unit naturally had not begun to decline.

Especially a force like the Manchurian and Mongolian Youth Corps, which was composed purely of young immigrants.

Perhaps the combat effectiveness of these soldiers was not good enough and they often made some low-level mistakes on the battlefield. But in terms of the degree of brainwashing and fanaticism of militarism, even the most elite Type A divisions were no match for them.

When Ando Shinji mentioned the honor of soldiers, distant families and the spirit of craftsmanship, a smooth set of three company moves immediately confused the young Japanese soldiers.

In addition, because he had already established his authority, the fear and confusion on the faces of the characters gradually disappeared, replaced by the enthusiasm of giving it a try and being loyal to Tianhuang. There was no way, young people were easy to fool.

What’s more, they are a group of beasts who have been brainwashed since childhood, so it is natural for them to get “angry” for no reason.

"Good! Very spirited! I was right about you!"

The mutiny did not happen and the situation returned to normal. Ando Shinji breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

However, the crisis has not been resolved yet. He first threw the Type 08 rifle in his hand to the guard beside him, and then pulled out a Luger P from his waist.

"Oh!"

After the almost imperceptible gunshot, a puppet army leader who tried to escape in the chaos fell straight to the ground. Then, the old devil stood on a stone and ordered in a hysterical voice:

"Everyone! Prepare to be loyal to His Majesty Tian Huang! Bring all the Imperial Army with you, and together we will cross the sea of ​​fire and launch the final charge against the Eighth Route Army's armored forces."

"If those Republicans don't obey, use bayonets and guns to turn them around."

"Signalman, send a farewell telegram to Commander Ichijo Tsuchihashi and Lieutenant General Shigeta Tokumatsu. Tell the two generals that we have not lost face for the Japanese army and are about to charge the enemy to the death!"

"Hi!"

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Twenty minutes later, the Second and Third Air Divisions completely completed their support mission. Hundreds of fighter planes turned around in the air over northern Henan and began to return along the pre-determined route.

Looking at the forest covered in flames, Captain Gao couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

There was no way out. The scene before him was simply too spectacular. Even he, a veteran who had climbed the snow-capped mountains and walked to the grasslands, was still frightened.

"This level of destructive power is truly worthy of being the trump card of our Eighth Route Army. I'm sure all those devils ambushing in the forest have been burned into fertilizer."

"Pass on my order. All levels of troops should remain alert. We will continue to advance when the fire is smaller."

"Armored Reconnaissance Company, you need to ensure absolute safety within a ten-kilometer radius. If enemy reinforcements arrive from the south or southeast, I want to receive the intelligence as soon as possible. Let's go!"

"Roger that!"

Just as Captain Gao was in charge of the overall situation and delivering orders to troops at all levels, the portable communicator on his waist suddenly rang.

Through the channel band, he realized at the first moment that the forward observation post must have important information to report, so he responded to the communication without hesitation.

Sure enough, the moment the call was connected, a voice holding back laughter reported the latest situation on the front line.

"Captain, the devils in the forest ahead have rushed out. I have confirmed their number. Including the puppet troops, there are a total of 47. This number is currently decreasing."

"The enemy has no artillery cover and no tactics to speak of. This should be an enemy boarding charge."

Upon hearing this, Captain Gao immediately had a look of question marks on his face.

It is not difficult to understand why Benzi launched a charge on the plain. If he can't win, he will board the board. This is not the first time he has seen such a thing. But why the number of people continues to decrease is really a puzzling question.

Our side is several kilometers away from the forest, and the only weapons that can cause casualties are howitzers and self-propelled artillery, but no sound of firing was heard from beginning to end.

With a lot of questions in his mind, Captain Gao drove directly to the front line.

With just one glance, he showed an extremely gratified smile like the soldiers.

Dozens of Japanese soldiers and puppet troops, their clothes on fire, were seen launching a suicidal charge towards their own frontline positions.

Well, this suicide is still ongoing.

The reason for the enemy's continuous loss of personnel was obvious, because there were constantly people falling on the road. Or maybe some puppet soldiers tried to die in another place, but were shot by the supervisory team in the rear with light and heavy machine guns.

If Huang He was there, he would probably say it was like watching a movie.

However, it was not the Stalingrad filmed by the Russians, but the Enemy at the Gates filmed by the French. After all, anyone who came to watch the battle would have to praise the accurate shooting of the battle team.

After a moment, the considerate Captain Gao issued the latest order.

"Coordinates XXX, XXX. Artillery Company, use your 105mm howitzers to fire a round and kill the enemy's supervisory team. Don't worry about the charging devils and puppet troops, they will never be able to reach our position anyway."

"It seems that the weather in May is still not warm enough."

"Since some people feel cold, let them keep warm for a while longer. I am such a considerate and kind person." (End of this chapter)