Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated.

As the saying goes, the father and son of Ying Chou are famous for their fire-breathing. The crocodile swallows the Japanese pirates, and the fire buns burn the enemy camp.

In the original course of history, the flamethrower tanks of Britain and the United States used overwhelming combat performance, as well as countless chilling battle examples and results, to prove who was the ultimate weapon with the most psychological deterrent power in the land warfare of World War II.

The high-temperature flames sprayed by these two vehicles could not only effectively kill the Japanese army's manpower, but also directly cause a devastating blow to the fighting will of the Japanese grassroots soldiers. They once became the terminators of Bushido and onboard charge.

However, in this timeline, the status of Churchill Crocodile and Fire Bun in the history of military equipment development is destined to be surpassed by the Eighth Route Army's flamethrower tank.

After all, the Fire Cicada's first battle was two years earlier than theirs, and the core technology it used was almost at the level of the early Cold War.

Unless Daiying and Achou's design team can achieve a revolutionary technological breakthrough in a short period of time, their flamethrower tanks will ultimately be unable to match the tactical influence of the Fire Cicada.

"Wow, my goodness, your company's new equipment is a bit too exaggerated."

"If I'm not mistaken, the range of those flames just now is at least four times that of a single-soldier flamethrower. No wonder you are confident that you can intercept the Japanese cavalry alone."

"Old Tian, ​​how much fuel is left in the Fire Cicada's fuel tank? Can we kill the Japanese in a while?"

Looking at the battlefield that was like purgatory, and the human figures and horse corpses twisting and tumbling in the sea of ​​fire, the infantry company commander who was raiding the trenches couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

He knew clearly that facing the flamethrower tank in front of him, his individual performance would not be much better than that of the Japanese cavalry.

If he didn't carry 40 fire, he wouldn't even have the chance to die together.

Facing the expectant eyes of his comrades, Captain Tian of the 1st Armored Company patted the trailer hook of Huochan first, then pointed to the independent armored trailer behind him and said:
"Don't be fooled by its ugly appearance. It looks like a urinary catheter attached to the Cicada's body. But this armored tank is really capable of carrying nearly a thousand liters of fuel, enough for me to conduct dozens of short bursts of fire."

"After a while, Baotou will produce a brand new medium tank. Our Eighth Route Army's flamethrower tank unit will be able to use the semi-modular quick-change fuel tank."

"When the time comes, your infantry will drive the Shandong Kongfuzi with spare fuel modules and follow the tanks, and we will burn from beginning to end!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the comrades in the trench all thought of a very exciting scene, and they all transformed themselves into large beasts that smelled blood.

Although fighting against the enemy with flamethrower tanks is not as exciting as holding a flamethrower and grilling yourself, being able to verify the theory of the Japanese weak fire at close range is also a rare and excellent experience.

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

Just as the comrades were sharpening their knives and preparing to use the Japanese brigade at Zhangzhuang Airport to consolidate the results of the training, the observation post at the front line and the communicator at the regiment headquarters simultaneously brought news that the enemy was approaching.

"Report, two company commanders, orders from the regiment headquarters."

"In five minutes, the entire regiment will launch a general attack. The mission of the 1st and 5th Armored Companies is to attack head-on. Please make sure all flamethrower tanks are on the front line."

"The captain also said that we don't need any prisoners this time. Let the fire cicada burn to its heart's content!"

"it is good!"

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Five minutes later, the artillery company's firepower network consisting of 120mm heavy mortars and 81mm mortars suddenly fell silent.

There was an eerie silence over the artillery position, with only the lingering smoke drifting slowly in the morning sun.

"Stop firing! Stop firing!" the observer shouted hoarsely, "The Japanese are setting off a smoke screen. Our northwest direction is completely blocked by the smoke screen."

Hearing this, the artillery company commander snatched the telescope.

I saw dozens of white smoke walls rising between my own position and the Japanese, just blocking the designated artillery area.

The smoke bombs fired by the grenade launchers landed at extremely precise points, just like mass-produced fish mane coats, tightly wrapping up the charging Japanese troops.

"Damn it! Hurry up and have the observation team recalculate the enemy's coordinates and calculate the shooting parameters."

"All artillery groups, please stay on standby. Our current position is very safe. We can fire a few rounds before moving to another position."

It was obvious that the Japs came prepared.

The smoke on the battlefield was still spreading, and hurried whistles and shouts could be faintly heard. It was obvious that they wanted to use this brief and only opportunity to organize an attack.

"Gentlemen, the reconnaissance team sacrificed their lives to buy us the opportunity to counterattack. We must use the enemy's blood to pay tribute to the spirit of Lieutenant Oda in heaven!"

"What a black card! Onboard!"

Following the call from Captain Lieutenant Colonel Hirata, the Japanese soldiers, whose physical strength was almost exhausted, began to speed up again.

Perhaps it was the awakening potion that took effect, or perhaps it was a last-ditch effort in a desperate battle, they actually burst out at an astonishing speed of 8 kilometers per hour.

If the current state can be maintained, the airport garrison battalion may really be able to fight.

Unfortunately, the armored company would not let the enemy get what they wanted. As soon as the Japanese rushed out of the smoke, several steel behemoths came into view.

The dragon is riding on your face!
"Masaka, what is this? Is it an auxiliary armored vehicle?"

Since the Cicada's 37mm main gun was replaced with a short and thick nozzle, and there was a strange-looking trailer towing the rear of the vehicle, the Japanese were unable to identify the specific purpose of the target for a while.

However, no matter how confused he was, the unknown enemy did not affect Lieutenant Colonel Hirata's decision to give the order to attack.

After all, the distance was less than 200 meters, and he could even see the almost cruel expectation on the faces of the Eighth Route Army soldiers opposite.

"Onboard!"

"Fire!"

On the battlefield, both sides began to attack at the same time.

The bullets from the Type 38 rifle and the Type 99 rifle made the front armor of the Fire Cicada jingle. The Japanese soldiers holding explosive packs rushed forward at full speed under the cover of grenade launchers.

"what!"

Under the gazes of hundreds of people, the fire cicada's nozzle shook violently, and several red fire dragons roared out, instantly crossing a distance of 150 meters.

Napalm adheres to the surface of all combustible materials and burns violently, and human bodies are twisted and carbonized in the high-temperature flames.

The Japanese soldiers didn't even have time to scream before they turned into charred remains. The air was filled with the stench of burnt flesh and flesh mixed with the pungent smell of gasoline, which was nauseating.

"Poison gas! There is poison gas!" "The flamethrower tanks of the Eighth Route Army are poison gas weapons that blatantly violate international conventions. Everyone, disperse immediately, cover your mouth and nose, and fight them to the death!"

People's joys and sorrows are not the same. Compared with Benzi's hysteria and desperation, the soldiers in Lu Province only felt that the enemy was noisy.

Ignoring the Japs' bullshit, the Fire Cicada's tracks crushed the burning corpses and continued to move forward.

The infantry of the 5th Company followed closely behind, firing continuously with their semi-automatic rifles and submachine guns, clearing out the stragglers of the Japanese army who had managed to escape the sea of ​​fire.

A Japanese sergeant rushed out from the smoke, with a heavy bag of explosives tucked under his arm, and roared as he pounced on the flank of the Fire Cicada.

The tank's machine gunner and the coordinating infantry pulled the trigger at the same time, and the bullets instantly turned the sergeant's chest into a sieve.

The Japanese officer stumbled a few more steps under the influence of inertia before he fell heavily on the scorched earth. The blade on his waist happened to be stuck in the soil, like a ridiculous tombstone.

"Amaterasu, have you abandoned us, your loyal subjects?"

"Are these flames divine punishment from you?"

After a Japanese soldier was hit directly by the fire cicada, he instantly turned into a running fire man.

He prayed to his faith and beat his body frantically, but the napalm was like a cancer that could not be extinguished no matter how hard he struggled.

Soon, the fire man fell to the ground, twitching and turning into charcoal.

His death became the last straw that broke the camel's back for the airport garrison.

Fear spread like a plague, and the Japanese began to drop their weapons and flee to the rear without hesitation. Their faces were full of despair, and some soldiers even took off their uniforms, just to run faster.

"Run! Run!"

The command system of the entire airport garrison battalion completely collapsed, and the grassroots officers shouted at their soldiers at the top of their lungs, trying to turn the tide and change the situation.

But their voices were soon drowned out by the roar of the fire cicadas and the shouts of the soldiers.

The fleeing Japanese soldiers pushed and trampled on each other. Some fell into bomb craters, some tripped over the corpses of their friendly soldiers, and more were swallowed by the flames that pursued them.

I can only say that the flamethrower tank has survived until the 26th century and is still a land warfare equipment in service even in the context of StarCraft.

It is the ultimate weapon against unarmored targets.

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Half an hour later, the entire southern suburb of Zhangzhuang was left with only burning wreckage and twisted bodies. The low roar of the flamethrower tank's engine was like the mockery of the victor.

The comrades of the fifth company stood beside the fire cicada, silently watching the hellish scene before them.

"What a bunch of lunatics." The fifth company commander cursed in a low voice and kicked a Type 38 rifle at his feet. "I didn't expect that the Jiutai Fire Cicada couldn't stop them completely. The brainwashing of militarism is really thorough."

In the battle just now, the Japanese grassroots officers launched several waves of group suicide charges in order to cover the retreat of their own lieutenant colonel.

It's not difficult to kill these enemies.

However, their successive offensives did cause some trouble to the 1st and 5th Armored Companies, so much so that the Japanese lieutenant colonel successfully escaped from the battlefield.

There was no way. The Fire Cicada was dragging a bulky fuel tank, and even at full speed it was not as fast as the military vehicle of Benzi.

Looking at his comrade who was blaming himself, Captain Tian jumped out of his car. He first patted the other's shoulder, and then gently persuaded him:
"It's not a big deal. He just let a Japanese lieutenant go. Don't worry. In modern warfare, can he influence the direction of the entire war by himself?"

"Besides, on the way back to Quancheng from Zhangzhuang, we have to pass through the commercial port."

"As long as the puppet army sees that devil, he will become our propaganda tool. The division commander and the regiment commander were thinking of defeating the enemy without fighting, and you have done something that backfired."

After these words came out, the Fifth Company Commander's face looked much better. He took a deep breath and then raised his wrist to check his watch.

"According to the time, the puppet troops on the western front of Quancheng should have discovered that the area around the airport has been occupied by us. They are not blind, why haven't they responded yet?"

"Could it be that the devils have taken over the North China Security Army?"

Before the fifth company commander could finish his words, a soldier on a motorcycle came speeding from the direction of the regiment headquarters.

While stepping on the accelerator, the communicator raised his left hand and kept shouting in the direction of the two company commanders. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that something good was happening.

"You two, the latest order from the division headquarters!"

"The 8th Army of the North China Security Army has now surrendered. The division commander ordered the th Company to arrange the defense deployment around Zhangzhuang Airport as quickly as possible and prepare for subsequent support missions."

"Armored Company 1, your mission is to drive directly into the commercial port and cooperate with the political commissar of the 1st regiment to take charge of all matters of the district."

The good news came suddenly.

After receiving the latest mission from the division headquarters, the two company commanders subconsciously looked at each other. They both saw disbelief and smiles in each other's eyes.

Well, they are worthy of being puppet troops. After their master collapsed and fled, they immediately gave up their defense zone, for fear that they would become cannon fodder if they surrendered too slowly.

"Okay, then I'll go to Zhangzhuang Airport and make final preparations to support the 1st Marine Brigade and the siege!"

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On the other hand, at the critical moment when the Eighth Route Army in Shandong Province was making great progress, the paratroopers in Quancheng were also ready to assault the headquarters of the 1875 Bacteria Unit.

Feeling the raging artillery fire outside the city, our Brigade Commander Li cast a resentful look at his own political commissar, and then said to Zhang Dabiao beside him:
"Da Biao, the task of leading the team this time is now handed over to you. I only have one request, and that is to completely destroy the germ warfare center established by the devils."

"Fight with all your might. Fight boldly. I, the political commissar, and Deputy Brigade Commander Xing will each be responsible for a line of defense to buy enough time for your commando team to attack."

"If there is any situation, please contact the brigade headquarters at any time. The helicopter unit is in the western suburbs and they can provide fire support at any time."

After hearing the instructions from his brigade commander, Zhang Dabiao nodded solemnly. Behind him were 63 fully armed paratroopers.

The comrades were wearing chemical protective suits customized by the Weapons Experimental Research Bureau, and some soldiers were also carrying individual flamethrowers.

From a distance, the commandos of the 1st Marine Brigade looked like canned interstellar food that had wandered into the wrong movie set. They seemed ready to draw their weapons and charge into battle shouting for the Emperor. (End of this chapter)