Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated.

After the passionate mobilization of Yoshiro Tamada, more than 70 Type 97 medium-sized combat vehicles with a total combat weight of more than 15 tons advanced at full speed.

The indomitable momentum clearly showed an intention to break through the Eighth Route Army's first line of defense in one go.

In contrast, the more than 20 surviving Type 95 light tanks were much more cautious. They always kept in mind the tactical principle of playing to one's strengths and avoiding one's weaknesses.

These small, fragile creatures weighing around seven tons cruise around the periphery of the battlefield, making the most of their mobility advantages and waiting for the right moment to rush into the battlefield.

Suddenly, the entire plain was filled with the roar of diesel engines.

The black smoke produced by incomplete combustion of the fuel is connected into one piece, which looks like it is covering the sky and the sun.

"boom!"

Just as Miro Tamada was sharpening his sword and preparing to lead his team into the enemy camp to kill everyone, something strange happened.

In a flash, the Type 97 medium tank that served as the vanguard of the 1st Tank Brigade Command exploded on the spot without any warning.

Miss 75 was like the legendary flying knife that slashed immortals, and she easily completed the feat of taking people’s heads.

The turret that took off on the spot even reflected the first rays of sunlight at dawn, which hurt the old Japanese's eyes.

"idiot!"

"The main armored forces of our country can't even gain an advantage on the battlefield of the Republic of China. When will those useless manufacturers be able to develop and produce a powerful tank like the Panzer IV?"

"Three years and three years, where is the promised one-style battle?"

After a while of complaining, Yutian Meilang did not choose to continue to swell his face and pretend to be rich, but temporarily gave up the idea of ​​commanding the overall situation. He quickly closed the hatch and retracted the turret, focusing on the one he wanted.

There was no way. The rivets flying everywhere just now made the left half of the command tank's armor popping loudly, almost taking the old Japanese's life.

What's more, the enemy's salvo is coming soon.

Although it had not happened yet, the Japs had already anticipated that an unknown number of anti-tank guns would emerge like mushrooms after a rain, and then they would open the cans of the 1st Tank Brigade one after another.

"Boom, boom, bang."

Come on whatever you say.

Amid the continuous sound of metal collisions, more than a dozen Type 97 medium tanks lost their combat capability on the spot.

A 47mm anti-tank shell landed dangerously not far in front of the command vehicle with a sharp hissing sound.

It hit the ground like a volleyball and then bounced off into the distance.

"Hold on! Don't panic, keep moving forward!"

"The enemy's firepower has obviously weakened a lot, and their ammunition reserves are close to the limit."

"We have no way to retreat. The only way to see victory is to charge into the enemy camp with our infantry. When two brave men meet on a narrow road, the brave will win!"

Facts have proved that people who go against Tiangang often do not have a good ending.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Japanese saw a Type 95 light fighter of the command center being hit, and dazzling sparks were created when the shell penetrated the front armor of the vehicle.

The next moment, a raging flame broke out inside the light tank. The commander, covered in flames, opened the hatch and jumped out of the tank, wailing and rolling back and forth on the ground.

Miro Tamada recognized the man; he was the first student he taught.

The other person's eyes were full of desire for life, as if he was begging the principal to save him.

But Yoshiro Tamada, who was once respected and had a high prestige in the army, is now unable to even see his students off for the last time.

The screams that came one after another in the communication channel gradually broke down the old Japanese's psychological defenses, and he gradually began to doubt whether the tactics he had formulated were correct.

It was only one kilometer away from the Eighth Route Army's first line of defense, but this distance seemed like an insurmountable chasm.

After witnessing the tragic deaths of his subordinates many times, Yutian Meilang finally collapsed. He repeated his previous orders in a low voice over and over again, like a stray dog, or even more like an empty shell without a soul.

"Attack. Attack"

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When people walk by the river, how can they not wet their shoes.

It seemed that all his luck had run out, as Tomio Tamada's Type 97 command tank was finally hit.

Before the dizziness caused by the shell shock wore off, the old man felt that he was surrounded by a gust of hot wind. For a moment, he even had the illusion that he was back in his hometown eating barbecue.

"The fire is too big"

“Burnt”

fire?
The old Japanese soldier who was muttering to himself was suddenly awakened. He looked back and saw that a raging fire had indeed broken out in the turret.

At this time, the gunner was sitting in the fire, and the fire was already in a state of scorching. The smell of burnt human flesh rushed straight into Yutian Meilang's mouth and nose.

"Your Excellency Major General! We've been hit, the vehicle is damaged! The crew members are all seriously injured! The turret is on fire, let's evacuate quickly!"

In his dying moments, Miro Tamada heard the driver's report.

Obviously, this lucky guy was in good condition and was even able to complete the self-inspection of the tank in a short time. Adhering to the idea that a good death is worse than a bad life, the old devil immediately pushed open the turret cover and tried to evacuate himself.

But he soon discovered that his once strong legs had no strength at all. It was only now that Tamada Miro realized that his lower body was seriously injured and his life was over.

After a few seconds of silence, he made a very wise decision.

The old Japanese soldier struggled to climb into the cockpit with his hands and his familiarity with the vehicle body. Although the turret of the Type 97 command vehicle was severely damaged, the power system was still barely usable.

Yoshiro Tamada pressed his eyes to the observation window, trying to find the Eighth Route Army's firing point, and then drove the tank forward.

Showa, true Showa.

At this moment, the pilots of the kamikaze agents, kaiten torpedoes and sakura suicide planes were with him.

"boom!"

The good times did not last long, as the Type 97 command vehicle was hit again.

Unlike the 47mm anti-tank shell last time, this time it was a 75mm high-explosive grenade that hit Yutian Meilang. Surrounded by the fire, the old devil had lost the ability to speak.

He stared at the Eighth Route Army position which was within reach, his face filled with resentment and unwillingness.

After a while, the flames completely engulfed the ammunition rack, and the entire command vehicle was destroyed in the explosion.

Michiro Tamada's severely burned body, along with his proud Second Class Order of the Rising Sun, were melted into the iron coffin.

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Half an hour later, the Eighth Route Army's first line of defense field command post.

With the close cooperation of the comrades, the Fifth Division and the two security brigades have forcibly separated the First Tank Brigade and the Mobile Infantry Regiment.

Without infantry support, tanks would not be able to obtain real-time information about the battlefield environment and enemy situation. Without infantry protection, armored forces alone would not be able to advance directly into the enemy's territory.

The current battlefield situation is very favorable for the Eighth Route Army as the defending side.

"Old Hu, are we fighting too hard? The chief of staff assigned us the task of luring the enemy deep into our territory. Now the enemy is almost extinct, how can we lure them in?"

"Otherwise, blow the horn quickly and let the comrades retreat in order."

Looking at the Japanese Army's 1st Tank Division that seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, the political commissar of the 5th Division of the Qilu Military Region had a look of worry on his face.

What's going on?

It was said that the Kwantung Army was the strongest force in Japan's army. It was said that the Japanese had learned from the experience and lessons of the Battle of Nomonhan. Why are they so weak?

This was the first time that my Fifth Division participated in a large-scale battle, and we were indeed a bit too rough in our approach.

But you can't just lie down on the ground. You'll be exhausted after less than a day of offense and defense.

After this, the commander of the Fifth Division was a little embarrassed. Fortunately, the current situation was still under control and did not disrupt the strategic arrangements of the Tigers in the Forest and 103.

Adhering to the principle of saving face, he decisively explained:

"Luring the enemy deep into our territory is a science. This strategy not only requires us to conceal our intentions and prevent the enemy from noticing them, but also requires us to firmly grasp the enemy's nose and lead them step by step into the trap we have set."

"These two points are easy to say but difficult to implement. Whether we can trick the other party into falling into the trap depends not only on our planning and arrangements, but also on whether the other party cooperates in action."

"Otherwise, no matter how well you lay your pockets, it will be useless if the other party doesn't try to get in."

Hearing this, the political commissar immediately showed a thoughtful expression.

As a senior commander, he just lacked experience in large-scale battles, but his mind was extremely active, so he understood his partner's thoughts after a quick thought.

To put it bluntly, the arrangement made by my own teacher is to break the traditional thinking and do the opposite.

Usually, luring the enemy into deep territory requires showing weakness so that the enemy will misjudge your capabilities and underestimate your abilities, and thus rush forward boldly and fall into the trap.

This trick is indeed classic, but it has been used too many times.

Even a fool learns from his mistakes, let alone a cunning opponent like Neiji Okamura.

Therefore, in response to this battle, the commander of the Fifth Division must first adopt a tough attitude and use tenacious blocking to deal with the early attacks of the Kwantung Army and the North China Front Army.

In this way, it not only shows that the Qilu Military Region is really willing to fight the Japanese on the battlefield, but it is not just a bluff.

It can also control the speed of enemy actions, so that the main force in the rear has sufficient time to assemble and deploy in the designated area, so as to be able to wait for the enemy to tire themselves out and engage in battle calmly.

As for how to lure the enemy?

Of course they were pretending to be running out of ammunition and were forced to retreat.

The worst that could happen is that during the retreat, some old equipment and miscellaneous items would be deliberately discarded to create the illusion of a panic-stricken retreat.

He also intentionally leaked information to the local puppet troops and traitors, saying that the Shandong Military Region had problems with its logistics supply and was preparing to retreat to the Jiaodong Peninsula to hold on and wait for help.

After this set of combined punches, the Japanese, who were furious, had no choice but to pursue. (End of this chapter)